Rui's big win

　　Shinichi stiffly lifted his head from Chika's arms, and looked into Rui's cold eyes.

　　Chika felt like she had just been hit in the head, but what made her more worried was that the object in her arm looked like an iron ball.

　　Not only was it furry and warm to the touch, but it also moved up and down on its own and that made her itch on her chest.

　　Chika just touched Shinichi's head several times.

　　There was an eerie silence in the middle of the beach.

　　Even commentator Moeha closed her mouth at that exact moment and watched the developments in the distance with the crowd.

　　Rui looked at the two people in a very strange posture without any expression.

　　Shinichi didn't know if he should explain it at the moment, because it was clear that only having a head that could move, he couldn't get it into Chika's breasts.

　　When Shinichi explained it, he felt like he had a guilty conscience, and it would only get darker when the time came, so he might as well just keep quiet from the start.

　　But what girls really want is not an explanation that can convince them, but an attitude – "I'm really sorry, please be happy".

　　Especially if the person is a girl who seems to like Shinichi, pretending to be innocent at this time will only make them even more unhappy.

　　However, right now, facing Rui, Shinichi didn't know how to speak.

　　Contrary to Shinichi and the audience's expectations, Rui doesn't look at them angrily and leaves.

　　She crouched down, reaching her hand to Shinichi's cheek.

　　Then, she rubbed Chika's breasts which were right next to her.

　　"Woo... Ahhh—!"

　　Chika let out a very childish scream, clutching her chest and starting to back away all the way. She didn't even realize that she had stepped on the back of Ishigami's head, but her face was red with panic. She took off her blindfold to see who did this.

　　But Rui didn't care about it, looked at Shinichi, and scratched the blank with her hand.

　　"Soft and big... In terms of quality alone, Hina Nee-san's might not be that good. Besides, the older you get, the faster it sags."

　　"…Don't comment seriously on breasts in front of me, okay?"

　　Shinichi woke up in a daze.

　　"It seems you are called a lucky pervert?"

　　Rui lowered her head to get rid of the sand, found Shinichi's hand buried in the sand, held it tightly and stood up.

　　"What did you call me like this? My physique is not good…" Shinichi followed her strength and got out of the sand pit. The sand fell from his body, and Rui patted it.

　　"Go to the shade and rest. Don't suffer too much from heatstroke… Even though the fault is mainly ours, I feel a little sorry."

　　"...Oh, it's okay," Shinichi answered with a frown.

　　He glanced at his hands, and Rui looked at Chika, who took off her blindfold and stared at them with her mouth wide open.

　　"Weren't you the one who was hit by the stick just now?"

　　"…His head was right above me."

　　"In this case…" Rui tapped her head lightly.

　　"Okay, this is my win."

　　Even though it doesn't count according to the rules, who cares about the current rules?

　　At this point, she gave a reassuring smile.

　　It is like saying – "You are mine".

　　At the same time, a cry that sounded regretful but wasn't really audible came out through the microphone.

　　"The time has come! Don't worry about the details. This fight for Asada Shinichi is officially over. The winner is – Rui-chan!"

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　　In the middle of the beach.

　　A man fell face down there, covered in sand under his neck, and sandy footprints seemed to have been stepped on the back of his head.

　　Even if seagulls put bird droppings on him, he doesn't react, he lets the sea breeze dispel his gloom and let the sunlight shine into his life.

　　This is the short life of a man named Ishigami Yuu.

　　"Before you write my epitaph without permission, please come and take me to the hospital..."