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I smiled bitterly as I watched Tashiro-san and
Shima-san chatting across the finish line.
To tell the truth, I made them drink a little of the
energy drink of the demon world.
（I don't know if there's a doping
test, but it's probably not something that humans can extract...）
They had been talking a lot about
"never underestimate me" and "injecting gasoline", but when
it was over, they were so exhausted that they couldn't stand up at all.
There was no limit to how much they could talk.
But I felt that I had gone a bit too far, even though
that was what the girls wanted.
So I made them lick a very small amount of the
mysterious drink, without them noticing.
Specifically, I dripped it on my thing and made them
suck on it as a cleaning.
As a result, the girls passed the preliminary round and
advanced to the final round in the afternoon.
（It was pretty messed up even after
that...）
I chuckle again when I remember.
After the Doping Clean-up and getting dressed, there
was still quite a bit of time left before the 3,000 meter competition time.
So I decided to hold them both on my shoulders and
enjoy pillow talk while kissing them repeatedly.
The fact that I did not neglect to take care of the
girls in this area was the result of Lili-sensei's training.
What satisfies a girl is the feeling of being loved.
Physical stimulation is only one of the ways to achieve
this, and it is a valuable guidance from her.
「Just listen to what the girl says, Devi.
All you have to do is repeat "I understand" and "I see",
Devi. If you're having trouble talking, just kiss her, Devi. Women don't have
anything to say, Devi. All they have to do is think that this guy understands
me, and they'll open their legs for you, Devi」
「Why do you say that!?」
Regardless of her tacky words, but she's telling the
truth.
However, today's pillow talk took a rather strange
turn.
The most shocking remark of the day came from
Shima-san's mouth.
「Eh? I don't really have an accent, do I? It's almost Tokyo dialect」
Tashiro-san and I both had to retort to this.
「「You have an accent」」
「I don't have an accent!!」
Shima-san was getting upset.
After a long time of back-and-forth, she finally said
that Kansai dialect is not an accent.
「I-I can speak Tokyo dialect just
fine, you know!」
Tashiro-san got goosebumps as soon as Shima-san started
to speak in a slightly intonation-distorted standard Japanese.
She said, "It's as if I was
listening to a violin performance that was out of tune by a quarter note".
As they had grown up together since childhood, their
sense of discomfort was probably nothing compared to what I felt.
And as soon as I said, "Well,
well, Shima-san who doesn't speak Kansai dialect is just a mob member of the
track and field club", to end the conversation, I was punched with a full
gouge.
（Ouch... look forward to the next bed,
you guys）
Then, at the end, Tashiro-san didn't
want to leave me and says, "I don't want to leave you! Noo, nooo!"
and started to complain like an infantile regressive. On the other hand,
Shima-san, who was as tsundere as Misuzu, said with a wry smile, "I-I
don't really care about Kijima, you know", and somehow I managed to send
them off and returned to the audience stand.
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On my way back to the audience stands, I noticed the
results of the qualifying round posted by the stairs, and found that Kei-chan
had qualified in first place. She had jumped 180 centimeters. Shiratori-san,
who was competing in the 1,500-meter event, had just barely passed the
qualifying round in last place.
Kei-chan's record made me do a double-take.
I can only say that people are not what they seem to
be, considering that that hazy girl can leap over my head with ease.
On the other hand, Shiratori-san's just barely passing
through, I can't help but feel a sense of manipulation. Yes, daily routine is
important.
When the 3,000-meter race started, I was just vaguely
following Tashiro-san and Shima-san with my eyes.
The thought that my semen was now surging deep inside
them was indeed quite exciting.
However, I was worried that my semen might drip from
the latter half. Of course, it's not something I can see from the audience
stands.
When all the morning competitions were over, there was
a one-hour break.
The number of audiences had decreased considerably just
before the break, probably because the parents of the athletes who failed to
qualify had gone home.
I moved to the side of the entrance gate, where I was
going to meet Saori-chan.
Thanks to the fact that I had been away from the stands
for a while, I didn't feel so many eyes on me anymore.
Leaning against the wall by the gate, I waited for a
while, and Saori-chan came running toward me with a bag like an eco-friendly
bag slung over her shoulder.
She had already changed out of her uniform into a
practice shirt and shorts, probably because she had been eliminated in the
preliminary round.
「Let you wait! Onii-chan!」
「Yeah, where do you want to eat?」
To be honest, I'm not comfortable eating in the
stadium, since I've made a bad impression in the morning. It would be bad if people
looked at Saori-chan strangely while I was with her.
「Fufu, I've actually found a good
place to eat」
Then, she pinched my cuff and said,
"This way, this way! Onii-chan!" and started walking.
This city park is quite big.
As I walked along the path with Saori-chan pulling my
cuff, I saw a number of benches lined up around a large pond.
「Heh~... I didn't know there was such
a place」
「Fufufu, isn't it nice?」
This is not my first visit to this park, either. But I
was not that familiar with it.
The only thing I knew about this
park was that it was a place where Paripi[1] would, “Ueii~” at the barbecue area in
summer.
There were no people around, and it was so quiet that I
could only faintly hear the noise of the stadium.
The sunlight falling on the pond was reflected on the
surface of the water and glittered.
Then, on a bench in the shade of a tree, Saori-chan and
I sat down side by side.
She said in a slightly excited
voice, “It's like
a picnic”, as she took out a rather large bento box from her eco-bag and held
it out to me.
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「I hope it's delicious..」
「Yeah, it's delicious」
「You haven't eaten it yet, Onii-chan」
I don't need to eat it to know that.
It's a bento made for me by my cute little sister.
Even if it's just Pa*ron rice with Pabu*nbu, I'm confident
enough to say, "it is delicious".
As I opened the lid, I found a very conventional bento,
with fried eggs, fried tofu, octopus sausage, and boiled broccoli adding
greenery.
It looked like a delicious bento with vivid colors. It
may be ordinary, but I can clearly see that it was made with great care.
I know I shouldn't compare them, but Fujiwara-san's
bento is mainly brown and looks like my grandma's bento.
The more skilled one becomes at housework, the more
grandmotherly one's bento becomes, I guess.
Normally, high school girls don't
have kugini or kobumaki in their bento.
That's why I found this normalcy very refreshing.
「Thanks-for-the-food!」
I took a bite of the omelet first.
「It's good!」
Saori-chan, who had been staring at me nervously, let
out a sigh of relief when I said that.
Then I took a bite of the octopus sausage.
「Yum!」
I take a bite of the fried chicken.
「Umaaaaaaaaay!」
I shouted into the pond, and Saori-chan giggled.
「Onii-chan, you're overreacting!」
「I'm not exaggerating. It's absurdly
delicious. And this vegetable, whatccoli?」
「Whatccoli? It's broccoli, Onii-chan! You've almost got the answer!」
「Saori-chan, you can make a tsukomi,
too, can't you?」
When I said that, Saori-chan made a complicated face.
「Yeah, well, Shima-senpai...」
「Oh, yeah..」
I get it. I've already figured it out.
（That girl... what's she going to do
with the track and field club?）
Saori-chan is talking to me more normally now than when
we first met. Perhaps, she's gotten used to me.
She's a shy girl, so I have to be careful about that.
While we were talking about various things, our
conversation turned to Kei-chan.
「Takasago-senpai is amazing, she's a
genius」
「Genius?」
「Yes. She's only four centimeters
away from the Japanese women's record, Takasago-senpai's best record. Even
though she doesn't even practice enough..」
「Seriously?」
Four centimeters away from the Japanese record, that's
beyond amazing.
「She says she doesn't want to jump at
all, but if she sets such a record... the people around her won't let her quit」
I see, that explains why the lazy girl belongs to the
track and field club, a serious athletic club.
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「If she skipped the club activities,
she wouldn't get a snack. So she has no choice but to show up at the club
activities. Although, she sleeps on the mat」
It seems it's unbearable for those of them who are
serious to see the results of someone’s work who was slacking off. In fact,
Saori-chan seemed to have a complicated expression on her face.
（By the way, Tashiro-san... told me
to praise her）
I am reminded of Lili-sensei's
instruction on "how to praise people". It's a devilish technique to
ensnare people.
It is actually quite difficult to praise someone who is
not confident about themself. After all, the more I praise them, the more they
assume that I must be flattering them.
Therefore, it is most effective to tell such people
that someone else has complimented them. Objective words have truth in them.
「By the way, Saori-chan. I don't know
much about track and field, but the captain and vice captain were very
impressed with you. They said that Moribe worked very hard, and she had a
personal best today, right?」
「I came in last, though」
Saori-chan chuckled.
「The vice manager said that Moribe
beat herself. I think that's the hardest thing to do. So, you should be proud
of yourself, Saori-chan」
When I reached out and patted her head, she turned red
and looked down.
I don't think she was displeased.
- It's a bit of an in-depth look at the characters.
- Shima-san is given a bad time, again.
