Chapter 120 Proper Attire for Morning Training
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
My body felt heavy.
When I slowly opened my eyes, I found Kanon clinging to my neck, completely naked, asleep like a child who refused to let go. Below, Nishina had both arms wrapped around my waist, her face buried against my stomach as though she’d collapsed there in defeat. No wonder I could barely breathe.
Through the haze, memories trickled back. Last night, it had been Kanon and Nishina. At first they’d both been obedient, letting me take the lead, and I’d enjoyed myself thoroughly. Thanks to my “Brave Warrior” title, stamina and energy had been reinforced—I’d managed to go six rounds before collapsing. But Evold girls didn’t stop just because I did.
Nishina started with a tidy “clean-up,” but Kanon leaned over me for a kiss, and before long the clean-up turned into full service. Swept away by her own Evold impulses, Nishina’s intensity dragged Kanon down with her until reason evaporated. From then on… well, it was hell as usual. When they got serious, those two had no mercy.
Multiple Evolds at once? Impossible. But when they liked me, when the entire group had grown so close—how was I supposed to refuse? My escape routes had long since been buried. Refusal simply wasn’t an option.
Morning light leaked through the thin curtains, wrapping the bedroom in a soft glow. Kanon’s heavy breaths brushed my ear. Half of her enormous chest flattened against my right pectoral; the rest filled the hollow of my armpit, her softness seeping into my arm. My morning erection was pressed flat against Nishina’s small chest. She barely had any, and yet, a girl’s body was still soft no matter what.
What was I supposed to do now?
If I woke them and triggered a continuation of last night, I’d be doomed. Yet, without thinking, my hand drifted to Kanon’s perfect rear.
”Mmm… nnn…” she moaned softly.
I panicked, sliding my hand up her back, but that only brushed a sensitive spot. Her body shivered violently.
”Fa…?” Kanon blinked awake, peering down at me with hazy, unfocused eyes. Without her glasses, her small face framed by loose hair looked idol-level adorable, though she never seemed to realize it herself.
”Morning, Kanon,” I said, forcing a breezy smile to disguise what my hand had just been doing.
She stared blankly for a moment before melting into a smile.
(Vice President Master Sogahara, thank you.)
”Good morning, Tsuchimiya-senpai,” she whispered, eyes moist as she kissed me gently. My heart nearly burst—too damn cute.
I let her peck me, keeping it light so as not to stir more trouble. But before long, Nishina stirred as well. A warm, slippery tongue traced circles over my erection.
Breaking the kiss, I glanced down. Nishina had my length between her lips, our eyes meeting as she bobbed. Normally she wore childish clips with fruits or vegetables in her bangs, but with her hair down she looked a little less like a walking crime scene. She could almost pass for a middle-schooler—which was absurd, since she was my classmate. Her features were striking, her beauty inevitable.
Her wide eyes narrowed, and then she shook her head vigorously, sucking harder.
Crap! Did she just read my thoughts!?
Kanon leaned down again to kiss me, her tongue sliding against mine.
This was bad. Very bad.
Even if Evold girls were stronger, they were still small and light. With my boosted strength, I could usually reverse a pin. But against two at once? Impossible.
Before I knew it, Nishina’s expert mouthwork finished me completely, drawing it all out in one relentless wave. I braced for follow-up—but instead she swallowed it all and pulled back. Kanon leaned in toward her.
”Tomoko-senpai, I want some too…” Kanon pleaded.
Nishina smirked, savoring what lingered in her mouth, then pressed her lips to Kanon’s.
”Mmm…”
What a sight. Their fingers intertwined, tongues entwined, slow wet sounds echoing. The kind of obscene beauty that made me want to snap a picture for myself.
With a soft pop, they broke apart, laughing shyly.
A feast for the eyes.
”Taah!”
”Oof!?”
Nishina suddenly spun and leapt into my chest, arms spread wide. The springs groaned beneath the impact, though her tiny body didn’t hurt at all.
”Tsuchimiya-kun, morning!” she chirped, rubbing her cheek against mine.
”Uh, g-good morning, Nishina,” I stammered.
”Anyway, let’s all shower together!” she announced.
”Yeah! We should hurry a bit,” Kanon agreed after checking the clock, her impulses seemingly under control.
”Right… good idea,” I said. These two weren’t the dangerous kind. Compared to Himeno, who was in a league of her own, they were practically safe.
”…Wait.”
I tried to sit up, but my body refused. Too drained. Then, without warning, a bulging water balloon appeared overhead and smacked down on my face.
Tina, thank you.
I stretched on the rooftop, loosening stiff muscles. First morning practice in a while. The others would come later—they had prep to finish.
By vote, everyone except the rearguards Nishina and Kanon had decided to skip first period so training could run longer. As I finished warming up, the door creaked open.
”What the—!?” I blurted.
Their outfits stole my breath.
Every single one of them wore white short-sleeved gym tops paired with the legendary navy bloomers. Just like the old rumors: glossy fabric no sturdier than a pair of men’s swim trunks. Even Nishina and Kanon, who weren’t training today, had suited up. My eyes were helplessly drawn to their long legs and toned thighs.
”O-ohhh…! Th-that gear is… b-b-b…!” I stammered.
”Bloomers, Tsuchimiya-senpai!” Himeno declared, hands on her hips and chest thrust out as if to say look at me. Her smile and bare legs were blinding.
”We found them in the special zone,” she explained brightly. “I thought maybe they’d work as training uniforms. Everyone agreed.”
Hano, good job! I’d award you the Iron Cross of Zeon if I could. At this rate, I wanted morning practice every single day.
”They’re actually great to move in,” Higurashi said, stretching a leg out to the side. Well, of course—it was all bare skin and no resistance.
”It’s… a little embarrassing,” Maekawa admitted, cheeks tinged red. “But up here on the rooftop no one can see us. And if it’s you, Tsuchimiya-kun… I don’t mind.”
Satou stood poised with a hand on her hip, though her face was slightly flushed too.
”H-how do we look… Tsuchimiya-senpai?” Kanon asked, huddling close with Nishina, both blushing.
”You all look amazing,” I said firmly. “Really—everyone looks incredibly cute.”
The two clasped hands in delight. Pure bliss for my eyes.
Once the little unveiling ended, Kanon and Nishina returned inside, and training began.
* * *
We started by running through the forms together. The Black Tortoise Style I’d told them to focus on was nearly mistake-free now, smooth and precise. While I’d been diving with Sogahara-senpai, the others had kept up morning practice under Higurashi’s lead.
I picked out several moves we often used in real combat and drilled them. Afterward, we split into pairs. Hano used a long staff as a spear instead of a wooden sword—swordsmanship wasn’t my forte, so I happily tossed that responsibility to Katsura.
Then came sparring. My first opponent: Himeno.
”Himeno, limit your movement range to one meter. One foot must stay grounded. Focus on Phoenix Temple Spear footwork.”
”Got it!” she said.
We clashed head-on. It was the situation I’d aimed for in our last fight but never managed.
She lunged. I swept both hands up, knocked her strike outward, and whipped my staff back to rap her shoulder.
”Ah—! One more, please!”
Her natural style specialized in hit-and-run, always at top speed. Normally she would’ve been long gone before I could land anything. But with her foot pinned, the overwhelming pressure of her speed vanished. In bout after bout, I took the point in an instant—ten straight before long. She looked rattled.
”You’re already strong as you are,” I told her. “But if you meet an enemy as fast as you—or if your legs get locked down—this is what happens.”
”Y-yes!” she answered.
”This training is to build that foundation. Even at thirty percent of your speed, if you master the Azure Dragon Style’s versatility, you’ll surpass me. For now, let’s start with Black Tortoise defense.”
Her face brightened with renewed confidence. “Understood! Thank you!”
She paired next with Satou. Satou struggled to parry Himeno’s sharp thrusts, while Himeno’s defense was still shaky. Good training for both.
* * *
”Tsuchimiya-senpai, I heard yesterday’s dive was a success,” Higurashi said between strikes.
”Yeah. Maekawa grew far more than I expected—she supported Amahara-senpai and saved me trouble.”
”Hmph. No surprise. She’s even taken points from me lately.”
”What? Seriously?”
”If you drop your guard, even you might get struck,” Higurashi smirked.
I doubted Maekawa was on that level. Watching her spar with Hano, she showed poise, deflecting attacks and countering cleanly, though it still looked like a match between two relative novices. Then against Himeno, she handled sharp thrusts with uncanny reflexes, countering again and again. It felt almost… off, like her success came too easily.
Then it was my turn to face her.
”Please take care of me!” Maekawa said, bowing.
We saluted and took stance.
I tested her with a low sweep at her legs—awkward to block.
”Whoa—!?”
Her staff flicked up at my chest with perfect timing. I barely twisted away.
That was close. If that had been a true thrust, I’d have taken it full on.
We circled. She feinted, then hesitated, searching for an opening. Sensible. If I went all-out, any direct attack she tried would be countered instantly.
I shifted, feinted a thrust, then swung from the side. She didn’t bite, catching it solidly.
I used the recoil to spin on my left foot, sweeping from the other side in a flash. Phoenix Temple Spear Technique, mid-level—Dragon Tail Flash.
She blocked that too.
This time the dissonance was undeniable. When I raised the spear, most fighters would brace for a strike from above. Maekawa ignored that, instantly whipping her weapon to the opposite side as though she’d already read my intent.
It felt as if she knew my move before I even made it.
Maekawa staggered off balance; if I had even strength equal to hers, I could have crushed her by sheer force. But I wasn’t Evold—I couldn’t fight like that. Instead, I stepped into her blind spot and unleashed First Step Leapstone.
She reacted, but the second thrust slipped past her guard. Was it simply lack of technique?
”You all right? If it hurts, use the recovery spring water,” I said.
”I’m fine. The barrier’s holding, so it doesn’t bother me,” she answered.
We began the second round. Yet Maekawa kept starting to attack only to stop halfway, her expression caught somewhere between frustration and confusion. We circled each other in silence, the tension cooling as reason settled in.
I realized I’d gotten too serious. I’d been thinking of felling her the moment I saw an opening—but this was meant to be practice, not a duel. My role now was instruction.
I let out a long breath, loosening my shoulders. The taut atmosphere slackened, and Maekawa relaxed with visible relief.
”Yah!”
She lunged at once. I could have countered, but I deliberately deflected and let it pass. Sliding smoothly into her blind spot, I watched her scramble with awkward footwork to catch me in her sights again.
”You’re tracking my movements well,” I said. “But your spear tip isn’t following. In situations like this, keep distance and make sure your point faces me first.”
”Yes!” she replied firmly.
I continued the lesson. Every so often a strike sharp enough to make me sweat came flying in, but with vigilance I managed. Her reflexes were too sharp—almost troublesome—but whenever I pressed her technical gaps, it was easy to take a clean point. It felt a little childish, though, as if I were showing off.
”Thank you very much!” she said, bowing as the tense training ended. She rotated out of the circle, making way for the next.
What was Maekawa’s secret? If she refined that raw ability with technique, what heights would she reach?
It was reassuring to have such allies. But if I didn’t train harder myself, my own standing would vanish.
Yes… I needed more discipline. More training.
Notes:
• Nishina – Nishina Tomoko. Shy girl. Looks like an upper elementary school kid despite being in high school. Childhood friends with Satou Akari.
• Kanon – Watarase Kanon: The magician girl. Party with the MC.
• Sogahara – Student Council Vice President
• Tomoko – Nishina Tomoko. Shy girl. Looks like an upper elementary school kid despite being in high school. Childhood friends with Satou Akari. One of the Maekawa group
• Himeno – MC’s first girlfriend
• Hano – Hano Chikako. Brown-skinned, brown-haired gal, and free-spirited. Honest and straightforward. She joined Maekawa Party after being helped in the past.
• Higurashi – Higurashi Asuka. A girl afflicted with an incurable disease. Another MC’s girlfriend.
• Satou – Satou Akari. The Scout. Long black hair, slender and cool-looking. Passionate underneath, she was once the leader of the violent yakuza gang.
• Sogahara-senpai – Student Council Vice President
• Amahara-senpai – Student Council President
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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