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Summer vacation is almost here. Today is the last PE class.
The boys are playing soccer on the field and the girls are playing volleyball in the gym.
Lunch is over and I’m at full power, thanks to Tachibana san’s punishment.
I feel like I could hit an overhead shot right now. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to do it, but it’s just a feeling.
“You, we’re on the same team.”
“Yeah, Yosuke. I’m relying on you, you’re on the soccer team.”
“Good luck to you.”
“I’m not very good at soccer. I can only kick a rolling ball with force.”
“Then go ahead and kick it. I’ll pass it to you in a good way. Maybe you’ll get it.”
“Well, if the timing is right.”
The whistle sounded to start the game.
As expected of Yosuke.
In PE class, there are many amateurs like me, and I control the situation by receiving precise instructions.
With Yosuke’s ability, he should be able to score a lot of goals through individual play, but he passed the ball around well without seeming to show off his power.
The game went on for a while, and I was near the goal when a great chance came my way.
“You ! Hit it !”
I checked the line of movement to the goal while focusing on the ball sent by Yosuke. There was no opponent.
Then, I watched the opposing keeper’s movement.
He is bald.
There is only one such guy. I’m going to make up for the grudge I bore the other day.
Take that, you son of a bitch ! !
I kicked the ball as hard as I could as if I was carrying my anger. The ball went straight for the bald guy with a tremendous amount of momentum.
Damn…..I have great momentum, but my control is totally useless.
Dos ! !
Arata caught my ball in his stomach with perfect timing.
Immediately after that—.
“Uh… upup…oh…ororororororo.”
Arata retreated toward the goal, spewing vomit.
It was the moment when the vomit-strike shot was decided.
I saw it for the first time. I may never be able to see it again.
The ball and Arata’s gym uniform were covered in vomit, and the game was temporarily suspended.
I was glad that I could contribute to the team for the time being….but I wondered if Arata was feeling sick.
For some reason, Arata looked a little refreshed after the PE class ended. Yosuke said the other day that he looked like he was in pain, but now I don’t see the slightest sign of that.
Well, the only thing that bothers me is that he has gained some weight. The area around his chin is a little suspicious. I wonder if this is what is commonly called ‘happy weight gain’. I envy you.
*****
The next class is a selective subject. We choose either music or art and move to our respective classrooms.
Yosuke and I chose art, so we moved to the art room together.
“We started today with a class on sketching portraits. Please form pairs.”
I was about to talk to the teacher about pairing up with Yosuke when Tachibana san approached me.
“You kun, do you wanna do it with me?”
“Eh, you sure?”
Seriously. I’d love it if Tachibana san would pair me up with me. Don’t tell me we’re a couple?
While I’m in this delusion, that bald guy comes over to me.
“Tachibana, come with me.”
Damn, Arata. After all the trouble Tachibana san went to induce me. Well….I guess it can’t be helped since he’s her boyfriend. That’s right.
“I’m sorry, Shindo kun. I only really want to do art class. This time, we’re gonna draw portraits, you know? Then I think the delicate touch of each hair will be evaluated. And since Shindo kun doesn’t have hair, I think it’s gonna be tough.”
“……”
Hm, I thought the bald head was approved by Tachibana san, but I guess it wasn’t.
I’m starting to feel a little sorry for Arata.
A savior appears who reaches out to Arata.
“Let’s do it together, Arata.”
“Yo……Yosuke……you……”
“Because you don’t have hair, so it’ll be easy.”
“You bastard.”
There was such a struggle, and in front of me was the most beautiful girl in the school.
Even though I look like this, I’m good at drawing.
Well, I only do sketching in class, but I will never be able to draw with such a top model in my life. I will cherish this moment.
At first, I took the lead in the class.
“Is everyone okay? If you’re gonna be a model, please put yourself in the same shoes as the artist.”
Is that part of the lesson? Well, it must be boring for the models.
I instructed Tachibana san on how to pose. I drew her upper body. I wanted to express Tachibana san’s suppleness to the fullest.
“Um, Tachibana san……”
“What is it? You kun.”
“Can you please not look at me? Keep your eyes on the window.”
“Then I can’t see you, You kun.”
She’s on the model’s side now. Does she need to look at me?
I can’t draw her eyes any longer. If I keep drawing like this, it will turn out to be a scary picture with eyes looking at me. Tachibana san, please put yourself in the artist’s shoes.
By the way, her hair is beautiful. Her eyes are sparkling. Her lips are plump. I’m getting nervous. Oh, no, no, no.
Her boobs are so big……I wonder what cup they are. Oh, now that I think about it, she said F cup. A sight for sore eyes.
Yes, this is just a class. This is the only blissful time when I am allowed to look at her boobs with her in front of me. It’s an authorized peek, so to speak. I’m going to make sure I burn it into my eyes.
Well, I’ve got it in shape for now.
The class is over, but I’ll try to make it perfect next time. Oh, by the way, will this be over after the summer break? I don’t know about that, but I guess it’s fine.
“You kun, can you give me the picture?”
What are you talking about? I can’t do it.
I mean, you don’t have any eyes yet.
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