“NNNNNNNNNGGGGG.”
It’s working. It’s actually working! Her hand trembles, inching closer to the table. Just a little more...a few more inches, and victory will be mine!
“HAAAAAARRRRRRGGHHH.”
Keep pushing. Don’t stop now! But...no...why isn’t her hand moving anymore?!
Her arm refused to budge any farther. All that momentum, gone. Stunned, I opened my eyes.
...
I shouldn’t have opened my eyes.
“Aah, mmm! ♡ Harder, A-Awayuki-chan, harder! Aha! ♡ If this is all you got, then I’m sorry to say you won’t be beating Hikari! Oh, your nails! If you wanna win, dig those sharp nails deep into Hikari’s skin! Aah! Aaaaah!”
My arm fell limp and I lost immediately.
It was time for round two: Mashiron versus Chami-chan. Hikari-chan was on commentator duty, while I took Mashiron’s place as ref and backup commentator.
“Lock hands,” I commanded.
“Heh.” Mashiron smirked smugly as her hand clasped Chami-chan’s. “This should prove easy.”
“I-I can arm wrestle!” Chami-chan protested meekly.
On paper, this matchup definitely favored Mashiron. But would she truly dominate? Let’s see.
“Ready, set, go!” I declared, and they were off.
The tension mounted immediately, arms straining, grunts exchanged. Mashiron seemed to take an early lead, her brow furrowed in concentration, but... Wait a second.
“HNNNNNNNG,” Mashiron groaned, her muscles quivering as she pushed with everything she had.
“U-Um?” In stark contrast, Chami-chan seemed completely unbothered, her face more curious than strained. “All right, I guess. Here I go...”
“Ah!” Mashiron gasped, eyes wide with panic as the tables turned. Slowly, steadily, Chami-chan began to push her hand down. Centimeter by centimeter, Mashiron’s hand descended toward the cushion.
“And Chami-chan is the winner!” I announced.
“I... I did it!” Chami-chan squealed, her excitement bursting out.
The match was over, just like that. An embarrassed Mashiron tried to slink away from her seat, but I arrested her with my gaze.
“What?” she mumbled defensively.
“It SeEms LucK is On mY SiDe tOdaY. Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk, hyuk!”
“You shut up or I’ll shut you up with my panties stuffed in your mouth.”
“Huh? Huh? HUH?! HUoHe? Huehuhe?”
“That’s right.”
“That was amazing, Chami-chan!” Hikari-chan exclaimed. “And you said you weren’t athletic!”
“Thanks, Hikari-chan! I thought I’d totally be last at everything, so I’m glad just to have won this one! Who knows, maybe I’ll beat you next and become the champion!”
“Oh, then you’re on, pal! Hikari won’t hold back!”
“Ah...” Chami-chan whimpered.
: Here's your prize money, Chami-chan ￥30,000
: Sorry, what was that about panties?
: is she kinky because she's an artist or is she an artist because she's kinky?
: Awa-chan's reaction is giving virgin
: Chami-chan has no idea she just poked the bear of bears lmao
: Hurry up and stuff those panties already. And go into full detail. None of that "but that's a story for another time" BS
Overconfidence. Not even once.
Mashiron might have flustered me in front of everyone, but I paid her back in full with interest by winning the third-place match right after. Hee hee.
Championship round: Hikari-chan versus Chami-chan. Mashiron was on ref and subcommentator duties while I was commentator. Before the round started, Mashiron and I engaged in a little prematch banter.
“Hm... If Hikari-chan wins here, she might just run away with the whole thing,” I said.
“We need to stop her somehow. But Chami-chan can’t beat her with raw strength alone.” Mashiron fell into thought. “Ah, I know! Hey, Awa-chan.”
“Yes?”
“I might have a good idea. C’mere.” She leaned in and whispered the secret plan into my ear.
My eyes widened. “That could work!”
“Right?” Mashiron grinned.
“Mashiron, Awayuki-chan, what are you two whispering about?” Chami-chan called out. “We’re all set over here.”
“Oops, sorry, sorry,” Mashiron said. “Then lock hands.”
As Mashiron directed the match to begin, I slipped into position as inconspicuously as I could.
“Ready, set...go!”
“Take...this!” Hikari-chan yelled.
“Urk!” Chami-chan groaned, instantly overwhelmed. No surprise there. Sorry not sorry, Chami-chan.
But this was where I came in. The position I’d moved into earlier? Right next to Chami-chan. My target? Her delicate, defenseless ears.
I leaned in, close enough that my breath tickled her skin. “Go, go! ♡” I whispered, soft and sugary, directly into her ear.
“HWAAAA?!”
“What’s this?” Mashiron said, giving the viewers the play-by-play. “Awa-chan has started to whisper sweet nothings into Chami-chan’s ear!”
Indeed, this was Mashiron’s master plan! We’d give Chami-chan a monstrous strength boost by turning her on!
“Hey! That... That can’t be legal, can it?!” Hikari-chan protested.
“I don’t see why not,” Mashiron said. “Awa-chan is the main commentator, after all.”
“Go. Go! ♡ You’re gonna lose. ♡ Push back harder. ♡ Harder. ♡”
“B-But, wait! Isn’t a commentator supposed to be neutral?! She’s clearly rooting for Chami-chan!”
“She’s actually rooting for both of you. She just happens to do so right by Chami-chan’s ear.”
“Okay, then, Hikari sees no flaw in that logic!!!”
Mashiron’s arguments were half-baked at best, but Hikari-chan still went along with them. See, that was the pure, innocent Hikari-chan. The girl too good for this world, who I missed dearly but refused to show her face whenever I was around.
“Go, go! ♡” I whispered again, upping the intensity.
Chami-chan’s breaths grew ragged, her nostrils flaring like a wild ox’s. “Hff, hff, HAAAAAAAH!!!”
“Whoa?!” Hikari-chan cried out in alarm. “This power...”
Just when Chami-chan had been mere inches from defeat, her latent strength surged and she began her miraculous pushback against Hikari-chan’s iron grip. All according to plan.
Except for the heavy breathing and bloodshot eyes, but I’m just gonna ignore that.
: There it is, Awayuki-chan's awakening, limit break, bloodlust no jutsu
: what am I even watching...
: All I can say is that physical strength < horny is perfectly on brand for Live-On