Waking Up Engaged to a Cool Yandere Beauty: My Wild Journey with a Love-Obsessed Senior - Episode 13: Most Spies Aren\'t Forgiven Like in Manga

Episode 13: Most Spies Aren’t Forgiven Like in Manga

The story rewinds a little, to just before the final showdown softball match begins.

Our tennis club gathered together in the clubroom. A total of 11 members.

“Now I’ll announce the starting lineup! If your name is called, respond loudly!”

“Yes!”

“Alright, first up, batting first and playing center field: Isaka!”

“Yes! Leave it to me!”

Akira, who survived that hellish ordeal, seems fully motivated.

“Next! Batting second and playing third base: Mob!”

“Yes! Believe it or not, I was in the baseball club! I won’t lose!”

Hah, Mob. Seems like he’s ready to give it his all. I didn’t know he had baseball experience, but considering he can barely play tennis, I can’t imagine what kind of performance he’ll deliver.

“Batting third, playing first base: Kurumiya!”

“Hey! My bulk will roar!”

…Shinji is, well, scrawny. He says that, but combined with his buzz cut, he looks like a backup baseball player at best.

How terrifying. Who knew raw oysters could change a man so much…

And then.

“Batting eighth, catching: Uzuhana!”

“Whoa!!”

“Your response should be yes!”

“Oh, right. Sorry… wait, why am I the catcher?”

Let me clarify, I have never played catcher before in my life.

“Heh, it’s obvious. You’re the only one who can handle the pitcher’s throws.”

“No way!”

“That’s right! The ace of our team is…”

The club president pointed dramatically.

“Batting ninth, pitching: Shion. We’re counting on you.”

“Yes. If he’s pitching, there’s no one else suitable for the role of his partner but me.”

That’s backwards. Normally, the catcher is considered the pitcher’s partner… but fine, whatever.

Fourth inning, second round.
Score: 1-0. Two outs. One ball, two strikes.

Our team defended the lead from the president’s solo home run in the first inning, bringing us to the final inning.

Our opponents? The Gaming Flower Arrangement Club. Whatever that means…

“Your pitcher throws quite the ball.”

The kimono-clad beauty wearing a helmet spun her bat and glared at our ace.

“Isn’t that outfit hard to move in?”

“What nonsense. Kimono is the heart of Japan itself. Taking it off would require serious justification.”

Her expression was fierce, like an oni—truly terrifying.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t put English words in front of ‘flower arrangement’…”

“Silence!”

The furious, traditional beauty took her batting stance.

“Well, if you’re fine with it, so be it… but our ace’s throws are—fast.”

Our senior assumed her pitching form. Impressive—despite only learning how to pitch a softball a few hours ago, her motion was flawless.

(Here it comes, Rei-kun.)

I felt her thoughts resonate.

“Bring it on!”

The first pitch curved sharply on the outside corner.

“What is this!?”

There’s no way anyone could hit it after seeing it just once. Because that pitch is the world’s only true magical ball—

The Love Pursuit Bomb, Love Homing Shot.

“—Nice ball.”

Exhaling lightly, I praised her.

And then—

“—Ugh.”

As the game ended, the ball struck me on the head, and I collapsed.

After regaining consciousness

“Ugh, my body’s in shambles…”

After regaining consciousness, I went to wash my face at the faucet near the field.

My body was a wreck, and I had three large lumps on my forehead.

“Hang in there. Just one more game. Your guts can pull this off, right?”

“That’s right, Rei. If we keep this up, we’ll win the championship. The next match will finally be the one where my bulk shines… probably.”

Shinji and Akira, who were also washing their faces, chimed in.

“You guys… it’s easy to talk big, huh? It’s nice not having to worry about balls flying your way!”

In reality, not a single batter had managed to hit a pitch from our ace in these two games.

Back-to-back perfect games.

“Seriously though, why? It’s honestly scary! Why are the balls flying at me? That thing’s a weapon! If it were a rock, I’d be dead three times today!”

Just as I was yelling, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

“Damn it… right when I’m feeling vulnerable…”

I answered the call.

“Hey, Rei Uzuhana. This is the first time we’ve spoken on the phone, isn’t it?”

“You’re… the great detective, Sleeping—”

“No! That’s someone else! Honestly, I’m calling out of the kindness of my heart…”

It was Utakata.

“Ahem. Have you figured out who the culprit is yet?”

“Nope, I’m in giving-up mode.”

“Thought so. I figured as much… here you go.”

Next, an email notification arrived.

“Go to these coordinates if you want to know who the culprit is.”

“What’s with the sudden change of heart? I thought you weren’t getting involved…”

“Things have changed. You see—”

Utakata took a sharp breath.

“The next card pack is amazing! And Niikado said if I tell you the culprit, he’ll buy me three boxes!”

“I see…”

Turns out it was all for Pokémon cards. Unexpected, considering Niikado’s involvement. The handicraft club is…

“I’ve told you, so I’m done! Later!”

With that, the call ended. I opened the email.

Sure enough, there was a message.

“Well, might as well check it out.”

“What’s up? Something happen?”

“Yeah. I’m, uh, going to the bathroom.”

Leaving those words behind, I headed to the specified location.

Behind the cafeteria, near the massive outdoor unit

I could hear voices. I hid behind some nearby cover.

“Yes, I understand. I’ll figure out a way to make the tennis club lose. Just… spare her life…”

Oh, it was immediately obvious who the mole was. That voice and way of speaking were unmistakable.

“Understood. As planned… excuse me.”

The conversation ended, and footsteps approached. I stepped out in front of them.

“I can’t believe it. You were the spy? You’ve let me down.”

The truth is always simple.

“I trusted you!”

Rotten fish bombs, banana peels, and raw oysters—it all made sense now.

“You weren’t one of us!—Mob!”

Mob smirked and adjusted his glasses.

“Uzuhana-kun. You wouldn’t understand.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? We’re friends!”

“…Uzuhana-kun, hearing you say that makes me happy. But I have my own reasons I need to stick to.”

“What reasons…?”

“It’s simple. I have something to protect… and that is…”

“No way! You’re protecting…!”

Mob pulled out his phone with a sorrowful expression and showed me the screen.

“—The Super Steel Soul 1/100 Scale, Limited Edition Samurai-ser!”

“Wait, sorry, what?”

He spoke too quickly—I couldn’t understand a word.

“I said, the Super Steel—”

“Never mind, it’s fine.”

I turned my back on him.

“If you have something you want to protect, good for you. But even if you think the time we spent together was insignificant, it wasn’t a lie.

That’s how I feel. If you’re willing to throw that away for whatever-it-is, go ahead.”

Catching him wouldn’t solve anything.

“Uzuhana-kun…”

“Show up to the match. We need your skills to win.”

Because.

I needed to prepare a fitting stage for his downfall!

“See you, Keyama. Let’s both give it our best.”

With those words, I headed to the finals.

If you’re the one who betrayed us first, then it’s our turn to betray you next!