Waking Up Engaged to a Cool Yandere Beauty: My Wild Journey with a Love-Obsessed Senior - Episode 3: The Love Curveball Chases Me

Episode 3: The Love Curveball Chases Me

The sunset is shining down on the tennis court. The sound of rackets hitting balls echoes sharply.

On the green court, there’s one person of each gender.

It’s me, and her.

“Go! Rei! Nice serve!”

“Show me your bulk, Rei!”

“Yeah, leave it to me.”

There’s no need to hold back. For some reason… and I really don’t know why, but she’s just better than me.

The score is almost identical. It’s here that the consequences of my earlier underestimation of her—thinking she was a beginner—are becoming clear.

I never imagined my senpai’s growth would surpass expectations like this.

“I’m coming, senpai!”

I muster all the energy I have left in my worn-out body and toss the ball.

“Here it comes, Rei-kun! I’ll catch everything you throw at me!”

“Whoa!!”

These past two years, I’ve put everything into tennis. On sunny days, I practiced my swings. On cloudy days, I did sprints. On rainy days, I slacked off in the clubroom.

The result of all that effort was this magical serve.

“Go!! The ultimate double eyelash serve!!”

There’s a response. Sorry, senpai, but I can’t lose here.

“──That’s a good serve. I don’t know much about tennis, but I can tell that technique is the result of relentless practice. But, Rei-kun—”

“Wh-what?!”

It’s as if she had predicted the course of my serve. My senpai swiftly circles around and takes her position.

“Wh-what!? She reacted!? To my one weapon, the strongest serve in the club!?”

Sure enough, my senpai’s racket makes perfect contact with the ball.

“──As long as there’s love, I can do anything.”

It’s almost as if the ball is growling in response to her spin. I feel a fierce, tiger-like pressure.

The ball heads for the left corner. Honestly, I don’t even know if I can reach it.

But I have to try.

“Grraaagh!! Go!”

I stretch out my arm and sprint across the court.

“Don’t lose, Rei!”

“Your bulk isn’t just for show!”

I know, my friend. I understand the ball’s trajectory now. The racket feels like an extension of my fingers.

This time, I’m sure.

“Whoa!! Here it is!!”

I swing. The timing, the position, everything is perfect. In other words…

“I won! Episode 3, done!”

“Did you forget, Rei-kun?”

“Wha?!”

The ball disappears from my sight. At the same time, a jolt of pain shoots through my body.

“──My love resides in that ball too.”

I can’t believe it! What’s happening!?

For sure, my racket made contact with the ball. No doubt about it! But why?

My racket slips from my hand, and my knees begin to tremble.

“Why?!”

“Why is this happening?!”

“The ball hit Rei in the groin!!”

The voices of my two friends reach me, distorted and muffled.

The world around me warps violently, as if I’m on the verge of severe seasickness, or like the world is coming to an end.

“Oh. Sorry. I’m dead.”

“Reiiii!!”

I feel myself being pulled towards the ground. But before my head hits the hard floor, I feel something soft press against my face.

I’ve been caught. By my senpai. Wow, she’s really big…

“…Sorry, Rei-kun. I didn’t aim for that, but for some reason, no matter how I hit, it always went straight toward you. I’m really sorry.”

She gently places my head on something soft. Her thighs. The smooth, silky texture of her tennis wear lets me know instantly. I’ve always dreamed of this—knee pillows—but I’m too dazed to enjoy it right now…

“Sen…pai. I’m… f-fine.”

“Amazing curveball. If I were to name it, I’d call it the Love Homing Shot.”

Who’s the guy giving that commentary, pushing up his glasses so smugly?

Also, why did this happen in the first place?

My consciousness is fading. In a few seconds, I sink into the pain in my groin.

Time rewinds to after the fourth period.

After finishing my class, I hurriedly headed to the clubroom because I had practice today. Senpai had business with the student council, so we parted ways… though she seemed rather upset.

“Hey.”

The clubroom door was open.

“Oi, Uka, done for today?”

“President? Wait, wasn’t there a break today?”

“I’m meeting some friends, so I’m just leaving the room open.”

With her bright purple hair and sickly pale skin… Why…?

“Um… why are you in your underwear?”

She’s lying on the clubroom couch in nothing but pink underwear.

“Huh? What’s wrong? No one else is here. What, you got excited or something? Heh, this is why virgins are so easy.”

“Definitely not! I didn’t—!”

I barely manage to swallow my words. …Honestly, I did glance at it, though.

“Really?”

The president, Anzai Mariri, is a third-year. She’s the epitome of a “slender” body, with modest breasts but legs toned from sports. They’re seriously perfect.

“Heh, you think you can tempt me with that pathetic body? You’ll have to come back when you’ve at least got a B cup.”

“Huh, really? Oh, well. Guess I’ll just have to take action. Take this!”

She suddenly stands up and charges toward me.

What’s she after? My pants? Is she trying to pull them down? I don’t know yet. I’ll just counter…

“How about that? Surrender, Uka?”

“Wait, wait! I give up, I give up!”

In a few seconds, she’s managed to put me in an arm lock.

“By the way, I heard you’ve got a girlfriend now? Really? Come on, spill it, Uka?”

“Wait!? How do you know about that!?”

“It came through on Messenger—yeah, you left the group last night? What’s this change of heart?”

“Ugh, wait! I give up!”

Well, now that I think about it, maybe being pinned by the president’s smooth legs isn’t the worst thing. It hurts a lot, though.

“So, who confessed first? She sounds really pretty.”

“C-Cut it out.”

Suddenly, the door knocks.

“Yeah, yeah, come in.”

“This situation is bad, don’t you think?!”

Ignoring my protests, the door opens. It’s…

“──What are you doing, Rei-kun?”

Ah. I’m done for. The moment I saw her eyes, I knew for sure.

Her eyes were empty, like a character from an anime with no highlights—eyes cold as absolute zero.

“S-senpai. Th-this is… uh…”

“Shion? No way, did Uka…?”

Senpai opens her mouth in shock and alternates between me and the president.

“Eh? You two know each other?”

“Of course we do. We’re friends, right? Right, Shion?”

“Yes. Up until now, we were just friends.”

“Huh? What’s going on here?”

“Senpai, you might not believe me, but… it’s a misunderstanding.”

“Rei-kun. It’s okay, I get it. You were tricked by that woman, right? You’re not at fault.”

Yikes. She’s smiling, but it’s definitely not a normal smile.

“Wait, what? This is scary.”

The president seems intimidated by the atmosphere.

“That woman’s at fault. Rei-kun’s not at fault… not at fault… NOT AT FAULT.”

She staggers toward me, one step after another.

“U-Uka? What’s wrong with Shion?”

“I don’t know, but she’s not in her right mind right now.”

I’ve seen this behavior in old robot anime. This is… berserk mode! Consumed by destructive impulses out of love… Ah, never mind. But yeah, it’s something like that.

“What do we do to bring her back to normal?!”

“I’m not sure, but maybe there’s a way. Senpai, you need to get away from here.”

“Ah, sorry!”

The president quickly dresses and runs out of the room. I hope no one sees her and gets the wrong idea.

“Why? WHY? Why are you defending that woman?”

“Calm down, senpai. She’s not our enemy!”

“Rei-kun, be quiet.”

Just as I try to stop her, I feel a sharp pain in my back from the arm lock.

…

A few seconds after I fall, I feel soft lips on mine. There’s something softer than that against my chest.

I cautiously open my eyes.

Senpai is lying on top of me.

And… she’s…

“Kiss!!”

No way. A “lucky kiss.” It’s one of those romantic comedy tropes that happens against all odds.

“…Mm?!”

Senpai seems to snap back to reality as her face turns bright red.

We both stare at each other in silence for a moment.

“Uh, senpai…”

“…What is it, Rei-kun?”

She’s trying to act calm.

“Well, I’m sorry about that…”

When I apologized, she responded:

“Ah! …No, um, I’m sorry for the… but by the way, what was the situation just now?”

Oops, it seems the shock from the kiss made me forget everything.

“Ah, that was… I was heading to practice.”

“Ah, tennis, right? Would it be alright if I came to watch?”

“Oh, you’re welcome to watch.”

It was probably better not to provoke her now.

Ah, that’s right. While I was teaching Senpai tennis, she improved so quickly that we ended up in a match…

“Mm… huh? Where am I?”

When I regained consciousness, I was probably in the campus infirmary, lying on a bed. The sun had already sunk halfway, and it was getting a bit dark.

“Oh, you’re awake, Unohana.”

“Club President.”

The club president, dressed in a tracksuit, was gazing out the window, looking pensive.

“To think your opponent was Shion… That was quite unexpected.”

“Haha, not that much.”

“By the way… Is your trauma all better now?”

“…Well, I’m not sure. I can’t really tell myself.”

Today, I had just been doing my best to meet Senpai’s expectations. As for whether I truly liked her… honestly…

“Well, in a way, you two make a good couple.”

“Do you know something about Senpai?”

“Well, it’s probably something you don’t know.”

The club president smiled mischievously.

“Well, you’ve got time, right? You might as well get to know each other better. Maybe that’ll help you figure out the answer to your trauma.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Okay.”

The club president was the only one who knew about my trauma.

“Well then, I’m heading out. Shion should be back soon, and you two can go home together like a couple.”

“Yeah, thanks a lot.”

If we got to know each other better, would things change?

Would my trauma and the flashbacks eventually disappear?

“…I’d be happy if that happened.”

I said that quietly to myself.