Pulling off two kicks in a row without anyone getting caught was the quickest way to eight points and a win. Gnace could no longer run, much less act as a border. The longer this lasted, the worse our disadvantage would become.
“We’re counting on you, Haru. I want to hide Gnace as far away as possible. Give us either a long kick, or one that will throw their searchers into confusion,” Pokyamaz instructed me in the circle.
We were playing at City West. It was similar to the square we usually practiced on, but with no sense of the lay of the land, I wasn’t confident I could nail a long kick. I felt like I might break someone’s window.
But this is our time to attack. We have to win no matter what.
I made up my mind and bent over. I pretended I was calculating the direction of the can, but I bent over, even though I was wearing a skirt.
“Wha...?”
The sudden panty flash threw the other team off, but I was only playing some serious Kickin’ the Can. The ref couldn’t say anything, either.
The enemy team was flustered, and their defense was full of holes, so that was my chance to Kickin’ the Can way over their heads.
“Yes! Gnace, over here!”
“Okay! Haru, hurry up and hide. Whatever you do, don’t let them find you!”
“I’ll be border. Haru, get back!”
The boys were getting all pumped.
But that wasn’t the answer. The girl would seize our shot at victory.
“Relamap, be first kicker! I’ll be border. I’ll give you an opening, so don’t miss your chance to kick!”
I would distract the enemies to give him a chance. After giving him those instructions, I intentionally hid near the circle—making sure only my butt was visible.
“Now!”
Relamap leaped out of hiding and got his kick in while the other team was stunned by my adorable curves.
Gnace was able to evacuate himself even farther away. I went out again as border to lure the enemy.
All I did was show them my slim thighs, and their faces got so red I felt bad for them.
“Go, Relamap!”
With a satisfying clang, the winning can flew through the air. Boys this age are so easy to fluster it’s hilaaarious. Thanks to that, we were able to splendidly fight our way through this seesaw game.
“You did it, Haru! ...Ah.” In a rare event, normally cool Pokyamaz got so excited he hugged me, but my soft body threw him off, and he backed away. So you’re easy to fluster, too?!
Then Gnace came hopping over and squeezed both Pokyamaz and me at once.
“Mrrf!” Pokyamaz groaned painfully, blushing even harder as his face got buried in my boobs. Relamap burst out laughing.
Ah, geez. They’re all so cute!
“Get in here, Relamap!”
“Uh, I’m okay. H-Haru, mrrf!”
I hugged all three of them at once and nuzzled their sun-kissed hair.
I love you guys!
The tournament progressed, and we remained as one of the four teams in the semi-finals.
Pulling off such a brilliant feat after losing in the first match forever made us a team to watch, and our spectators kept multiplying. I got particular attention as their ace. People asked for my autograph when I walked around town; I was a bit of a star.
Frankly, we were winning entirely thanks to my panty flashes, so it makes sense. But there were so many guy fans, and it seemed like with every day that went by, there were more coming just for those.
In this world female athletes are still rare, so I just did whatever I could to win.
I shortened my skirt. I bought some kinda sexy underwear. It seemed like we were on our way to a championship win—but that’s when the trouble started.
Tournament Rule Change Notice
Article 14. Players are prohibited from wearing skirts on the field. This is a new rule. Anyone who feels this may apply to them must summarily comply.
Kickin’ the Can Association
“Huh? Wait a sec. Is this about me...?”
“Well there’s no one else. You’ve been showing off your panties too much.”
“Tch. And we were finally winning, too...”
A dark cloud formed over the massively popular Happy Friends Squad. But Pokyamaz was quick to offer encouragement.
“It’s okay. All we have to do is think of another plan.”
“Right! We haven’t lost yet.”
“Yeah, we just gotta get out there and do it!”
At times like these, they look ahead and psyche themselves up.
I really love that. I should try to take after them.
And we’re all right. No need to worry. I’m a high-schooler born and bred in Tokyo, after all.
The day of the semi-finals...pretending to have a meeting in the circle, I bent over with my back to the enemy team. Pink panties peeked out at my waist.
After gathering their attention like that, I faced forward and bent over at the free kick position.
I had lopped off the legs of some old pants Lupe gave me to make booty shorts. Now I hit them with an angle that just barely showed off the pink undies I primed them with earlier.
Someone gulped. I transfixed the boys of the enemy team and then slightly opened my tasty, white thighs. Their heads moved in sync. The spectators’ moved, too.
Then Gnace raced out and kicked the can as hard as he could. The boys were so absorbed in my panty-flashing that it was a total surprise.
“You’re a hundred years too late!”
This other world is too dopey. How often do you think a high-school girl has to deal with people peeking at her panties? I’m so familiar with the various ways they might be seen I could vomit! Assuming that it’s the skirt that’s sexy is such an old-man take!
“You did it, Haru!”
Another landslide win. We hugged and shared our happiness.
Time for the final match. We’ve come so far!
Dear Haru the Prostitute,
If you don’t want everyone to know what you are, come to the association office alone.
Kickin’ the Can Association
A threat was delivered to the brothel, stamped firmly with the president’s seal.
It seemed like the association didn’t like me very much, even though I was making major contributions to the thrill factor of the tournament.
But if they were going to out me as a sex worker, I had no choice but to go.
Waiting for me at the office was a skeevy geezer with a beard.
“How good of you to come. I am the president of the Kickin’ the Can Association, Nechinative. Hee-hee-hee-hee.”
Whoa, he’s a total villain...far beyond what I imagined.
“Haru of the Happy Friends Squad...I was so surprised to find out you were a prostitute. So that’s why you’re such an incurable pervert! How dare you sully my beloved Kickin’ the Can with base eroticism!”
“I-I didn’t do anything against the rules.”
“Indeed, it’s true. You didn’t break any rules. But the rules change according to my whim. For instance, if I said, ‘Showing excessive skin is prohibited,’ you wouldn’t be able to do anything!”
“What? That’s no fair!”
“Oh? I think it’s a pretty reasonable amendment... If you don’t like it, do as I say.”
“Huh? What are you doing? Stop it!”
He forced me down onto his desk.
What the hell? How did this guy get to be president? The Kickin’ the Can Association must be nuts.
“So this is the body of the much-buzzed-about Haru... The body of the she-demon who bewitches all the Kickin’ the Can-loving young men. Ooh, your skin feels so nice against my hand.”
He muscled open the front of my dress and groped me with his wrinkly hands.
When he licked the nape of my neck, I got goosebumps.
“P-Please stop. Aren’t you an important Kickin’ the Can official? I’m a player—please, you can’t do this to me.”
“Are you sure? Do your teammates know your true nature? Will they still be your friends once they know you’re a prostitute? If so, then they’re accomplices. I’d have to disband the team. Right? Heeee-hee-hee-hee.”
Their faces came to mind one after another. The boys who shine so bright, lovers of can-kicking—the boys who called me one of them.
A prostitute should have never gone anywhere near them. It was only going to harm their futures.
“...Please.”
“Hmm?”
“Please, don’t tell the boys. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll quit the team after this tournament...just let me play in the championship match.”
“That’s fine, if you’ll listen to what I say now. Make a show of yourself at the final, too. I’ll be bragging behind the scenes that you’re my woman. Hee-hee-hee!”
Sorry, everyone. This match will be my last. I hope you guys will keep playing.
Let’s make tomorrow’s final a great game...
“Hold it right there!”
Just then the door flew open and Gnace rushed in brandishing a stick. Pokyamaz and Relamap were there, too.
“We saw Haru and wondered where she was going, so we followed her!”
“What are you doing to our friend?”
“We won’t let this happen, evil boss man!”
Those are my boys, all right. They showed up with perfect timing to call the top of the association an evil boss man and swing sticks around.
“Rragh!”
“Guhhhhh!” The president sent up a horrible shriek and fell. By the way, the one who did it was me. Gnace and the others had their whole lives ahead of them; I didn’t think it would be good for them to get involved in violence, so on behalf of the whole team, I kneed the association president in the balls.
“Y-You little bitch, what the hell...!”
“H-He’s right, Haru. That was an awful thing to do.”
“Just watching that is enough to give a guy cold sweats.”
They had been all about beating him up until a moment ago, but now they instinctively lowered their sticks to protect their crotches.
What’s that got to do with me? I’m a girl.
“Mr. President, if you learned your lesson, then don’t mess with us anymore.”
“We saw you threaten our friend and push her around. We’re ready to accuse you at any time.”
“It’ll be best for you to pipe down until this tournament is over.”
With a nervous sweat and tears streaming down his face, the president wheezed and nodded a bunch of times.