Chapter 19: Swimsuits, Swimsuits, Swimsuits!
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[Ding! Do you want to use the lottery?]
'Yes.' Zenkichi idly confirmed as he went out of the swimming pool's locker room for men with a straight expression, ignoring the awed and ashamed looks the other boys gave him from the back, he walked towards the swimming pool that already has dozens of people standing around.
Although the competition was announced at the last minute, 15 clubs had entered the competition.
It was actually a bit impressive that both Medaka and Nabeshima had managed to set this whole event up in just two days, the former got the necessary equipment and items needed for the competition while the latter spread the word and recruited some volunteers to help out the competition.
All the while he and Shiranui both acted as security and screened out the clubs' members for any illegal items that might sabotage the whole competition. Thankfully they didn't find anything. Though they did kick out a couple of troublemakers.
As he began doing some light stretches, Zenkichi took a look at his system and hoped he gets something good because for the last two days all he got was ¥10,000 and a pair of earbuds.
[Location: Hakoniwa Academy's Swimming Pool no. 5]
[Fortune Wheel Spinning>>>]
[Ding! Congratulations! You have pulled: Swimming!]
'Well ain't that fucking convenient.' Zenkichi inwardly cursed at the stupid skill he got. Although it's convenient to use right now, it's still a worthless skill that wouldn't help in any combat situation except for when he escapes to the sea when he gets cornered.
'Fuck all the other skills, I want a skill that increases my luck stat or something because the pulls are getting trashier.'
Though just to be certain he checked its description.
—Swimming(New!)[Normal]
–You can swim in any liquid space, basically water; fresh or salt. You can even swim around the pacific ocean for as long as you can endure the heatstroke, freezing water, the saltines, and etc. Seriously, what the heck did you expect? You can swim, that's it.
'Motherfucker.' Zenkichi's brow twitched, a vein throbbing on the side of his forehead. His system has been getting more sassy lately it seems, was it gaining more sapience or something? Was it because he changed this world's story again?
As for whether that's good or not, well, he's seen enough sci-fi to understand it can go two ways. But with it residing in his body–mind? Soul? Whatever somewhere in him, he was helpless against it if it went after his life.
Hell, without this lottery ability or system of his, he'd be utterly useless; so if one day it goes rogue or someone takes his abilities...
'I'll have to make a contingency plan when that happens.' Zenkichi immediately decided to find a way to keep his own ability from fucking him over and his skills from being either stolen or deleted. Because he was not willing to lose everything because of some bullshit.
He exhaled, finishing his warm up, he silently watched and enjoyed the scenery of the girls wearing their swimsuits; their slim and almost bare skin out in clear view for any men and women to feast on with their gaze, whether they be white, black, tanned; they looked hot as hell with their varying swimsuits on; squeezing their bouncing tits and elastic asses nicely.
'Especially that girl.' Zenkichi inwardly pointed out, subtly glancing at a short girl chatting with her friend. She wore the one-piece school swimsuit and was about four feet tall, with bob-styled grey hair and very striking deep blue eyes like his.
She would've looked more like a kid in middle school with her height and pure, innocent face. If not for one simple, and very incredible, thing.
The massive breasts she had stretching out her school swimsuit, which were abundantly more pronounced and looked like it was about burst as it seems like the swimsuit she more didn't fit her...size.
'God. Damn. Big. Boobies.' It took every self-control that he has to not get a hard-on right now at the beautiful sight of those melons.
Though he felt like he recognized her somewhere but he couldn't remember where exactly.
'I probably saw her in the cafeteria; I don't really pay much attention in school, especially since my life is in danger and I train my newly acquired skills and body...huh?'
Zenkichi moved his gaze away, lest he gets caught, but he froze.
Because what he saw was someone that seemed more perverted or open minded than Medaka herself.
With long, straight, dark purplish-black hair tied into a ponytail over her back and was a few inches away from reaching her flared hips leading to a gorgeous backside of a firm and jiggly butt; which the shapely and bouncy rear was in clear display from how thin her swimsuit was! That also goes to her massive, bodacious bust; the small and thin purple one-piece swimsuit she wore just barely covers the essentials, leaving little to the imagination. She was also tall, just a few inches smaller than Zenkichi was, she has a royal pallor alike, delicate-looking, fair skin and sharp, cold-looking crimson eyes.
If it weren't for their facial differences and slight hair difference as well, especially her cold and indifferent attitude talking to her fellow clubmates, Zenkichi would've mistaken her as Medaka or her long, lost sister or something–
'Wait a minute. Medaka does have a long lost sister!' Zenkichi widened his eyes at the possibility. It was a story from long ago, back when they were in elementary.
He had the urge to come to her or go to Medaka to tell them about it but thought otherwise.
Medaka was the student council president, she would've already knew who that girl was and probably did some extensive research.
Zenkichi shook his head and sent his gaze somewhere else. 'Man. This really proves that I'm in another world, cause there is no way in hell that Japanese girls have natural blue, yellow, grey, green, purple, and whatever other colored hairs they have. Much less being so stacked like that, Jesus fuck, some of these girls put models to shame in my previous life.'
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with these girls? No, the whole damn school!
'...But goddammit. What a time to be alive.' Zenkichi inwardly said with a straight face, looking like he wasn't interested in the opposite sex's bodies but in fact—he totally is. He just has a much better self-control than most men in japan.
Thank god really cause his swimming trunk; a black short with silver linings with a brand name at the left end, wasn't so baggy to hide his huge dong.
Like holy shit, how the hell did the original not bag Medaka or any girl in the past?! His dick could put most porn actors to shame!
'Maybe because this is an anime world? If it is, why the hell did my past self not watch it?' Zenkichi wondered as he bent his back straighter, making some cracking sound.
"Hitoyoshi-kun~!"
'Hm? Nabeshima–' Zenkichi barely turned around to greet the former captain of the Judo Club when his face was smothered by a pair of firm and soft mammaries.
"Hmp-?!" Zenkichi made a noise, shocked and confused, his face was blushing up slightly from embarrassment.
'Boobs!' Subconsciously he opened his mouth to speak as he moved his head but he had inadvertently sucked the skin-tight black school swimsuit on her left boob, though covered, he could feel a little nub his tongue had unknowingly come across. 'Is this–?!' his eyes widened.
"Ahh~ Hitoyoshi-kun, ecchi~" A very sensual moan followed with teasing words was whispered into his ears, making him panic and his face turned even redder, and his blood started to pump into the south.
If there was one major similarity in his past life and the original had, and something they both feel annoyed about, it was that they were virgins!
With her hands over Zenkichi's head and her boobs enveloping his face, Nabeshima with a grinning expression, had worn the skin tight black school swimsuit, and was giggling.
"I knew that Hitoyoshi-kun wasn't ordinary but," Nabeshima continued on to whisper sultrily in his ear, her half-lidded eyes showed her pupils flickering into pink hearts. "I didn't think you were this big, captain~" her right hand had left his head and was stroking around his crotch area, which a large tent was protruding.
'What the fuck?!' Zenkichi was completely shocked at the sudden turn of events. He knew that Nabeshima was a teaser but he didn't knew she'd take it this far! 'I have to get out of her hold!' Getting up close and sucking on boobs is great and all, it still is actually, but even he wouldn't risk getting publicly humiliated just for tities!
He raised his hands and grabbed Nabeshima's shoulders to pull her away from him but he widened his eyes to feel her left hand pushed his head further into her bosom, firmly burying his head in between, she retrieved her right hand back before bringing it up around his neck and over her left arm; bringing him to a possible chokehold.
But from the view of the onlookers, it was like they were hugging intimately and weren't trying to choke the other.
"Where are you going~? I'm not done with you yet~" Nabeshima said, slowly tightening her hold on him; she wasn't playing around.
Zenkichi soon realized that when he felt the back of his neck hurting and was about to creak. As expected of the former captain of the Judo Club, her arm and grip strength wasn't a joke!
'Okay bitch. Enough playing around.' His brows twitched in annoyance. 'I don't know why you're doing this but I'm not playing along!'
Faced, literally in this case, with this situation of being between Heaven and Hell, cause despite how sexy this feels he still needed to breathe and not embarrass himself by showing the pitched tent of his swimming short, Zenkichi knew what to do.
[Go deeper into the valley of death! Death by Snu-snu!]
'Jesus fucking–!? Piss off!' Taken aback by surprise, Zenkichi quickly snapped, inwardly yelling at the sudden appearance of the system screen, he quickly ignored it and reached both his arms forward around her narrow waist, grabbed the back of her swimsuit with both hands, and began to lean forward for a tackle–
"Ah! Look at the time!" The momentum was lost however as Nabeshima simply released her hold over him and leaned her face over to his and...pecked his left cheek?
'Eh?' Zenkichi was stunned, his movements turning rigid.
It was just so abrupt! Weren't they going to fight?
"Kekeke. What's with that dumb look?" She giggled at the stunned look of Zenkichi and some onlookers, and pulled away from him. "C'mon captain, the competition is starting. We don't want to miss out on some mola~" she said but her arm was swiftly grabbed, stopping her in place.
"...What was that for?" Zenkichi coldly asked, annoyed by her actions, he straightened his back up to his proper height–towering over her. "Although we've known each other for a few days but I think I understand you enough that you wouldn't do this for no reason."
Nabeshima was silent for a moment, tilting her head back and touching her lower lip, she slowly showed her signature cattish grin.
"Nothing much, just won a bet is all." She purposely glanced at a certain someone.
"Bet? Who–" Zenkichi looked confused and followed her gaze, blinking his eyes, he stared blankly at Medaka, wearing a two-piece colorful swimsuit that greatly showed off her imposing, and athletic physique with a firm butt, massive bouncy boobs, a narrow waist, long supple legs, and slender arms; giving her opening speech with a megaphone over a gathering crowd of students.
Though it was almost unnoticeable, but as her childhood for almost his entire life, Zenkichi could spot the minute detail of annoyance flashing across her face.
"...Oh." He lamely said.
"Yup!" Nabeshima chirply responded and shook Zenkichi's hand off. "Momma just won herself two tickets to her favorite amusement park!" she widened her lips and showed her teeth, getting up close to Zenkichi once more, she whispered sultrily,
"And possibly a very handsome and muscular date~ So, what do you say? Big boy~"
Zenkichi's lips twitched, his face slightly red, and grinned back. "Queen of foul, indeed."
....
Crack—
"Eh, kaicho. The megaphone..."
"What about it?" Medaka calmly snapped back, she frowned as she casually threw the broken megaphone away. "Anyways, let this competition begin! Let the best club win!" turning around to go back to the locker to change into another swimsuit, her face contorted into a fierce scowl.
'Nabeshima-senpai! That's so unfair!'
Several minutes ago, Nabeshima had came up to her for them to play a little game–a dare with a bet at the side.
It was simple really! The two of them just has to hug Zenkichi and vice versa but without the two informing him of the said bet. The loser will grant any request, within reason, to the winner.
Medaka had casually accepted said game because, why should she be afraid? Zenkichi's her childhood friend, it was just so easy giving and receiving a hug from him than a senior he only met for a few days.
But she didn't think that Nabeshima would just go for it so soon! And so blatantly as well!
She'd get her revenge, she swore!