"Um... Coach Hachiman? These training poses... are they really useful?"
Behind Shino Shizuku's back, where she could not see, Houjou Yuki was lifted up by Hachiman and gently placed against Shino Shizuku's body, her waist pressed against Shino Shizuku's hips.
Because gravity was slowly pulling her downward, Houjou Yuki had no choice but to tense her straight, long legs that were draped over Hachiman's shoulders.
This strange posture made her instinctively wrap both arms tightly around Hachiman's neck. She turned her head to look at Amane Hisajo and Nimeme Minori standing to her left and right.
Amane Hisajo, who was holding a standing forward bend position, was doing fine. She could maintain that pose for a while. The only awkward thing was that as sprinters who needed explosive power, they usually trained their glute muscles a lot, so their hips were round and perky.
Nimeme Minori's posture, lying on the wooden vaulting box with her arms tightly hugging her legs, was also acceptable. It was just that biting the hem of her clothes and exposing her stomach made her feel a bit embarrassed.
But for them, who had already mentally prepared themselves before coming to ask Hachiman for help, these movements were not excessive at all.
As for Shino Shizuku, whom Houjou Yuki was leaning against, she was simply bearing some extra weight. The embarrassment level of that posture was not even comparable to Nimeme Minori's.
Among the four of them, it seemed that her posture was the strangest.
Leaning against Shino Shizuku's lower back... If she did not use her legs to brace herself on Hachiman's shoulders, her entire body would slowly slide down between Shino Shizuku and Hachiman.
"You said you wanted to follow my training guidance, right? You cannot even handle this much?"
Hachiman lowered his head and looked at Houjou Yuki, whose chest was pressed against Shino Shizuku's soft backside. He smiled slightly. Letting her cling tightly to his neck, he still did not touch Houjou Yuki with his hands. Instead, he reached out to Amane Hisajo and Nimeme Minori on both sides and put silver empathy bracelets on them, then finally put shared-sensation collars on Houjou Yuki and Shino Shizuku.
"Uh... I just did not expect it... I did not expect that Coach Hachiman would choose me first...", Houjou Yuki shyly turned her head away, not daring to meet Hachiman's eyes.
In fact, Houjou Yuki was a bit sensitive inside and felt that she looked pathetic like this.
She spent her days sweating on the track. Even compared to the girls in the track and field club, let alone those refined young ladies, she was far inferior.
Her skin had been tanned to a wheat color. When she took off her clothes while bathing, the contrast between the tanned skin and the parts that were not exposed to the sun was very obvious. Even though Amane Hisajo and Shino Shizuku also exercised regularly, their skin was still fair and smooth.
She was also not as tall as Nimeme Minori. Her height had stopped growing a long time ago. Only the burden in front of her body kept developing in an unnecessary direction.
Among the four of them, Nimeme Minori had psychological trauma. Once she heard a whistle, her mind went blank and she could not compete at all. You could say her current strength was the worst.
But in reality, Nimeme Minori had once been the ace of the track and field club. It was just that after a regrettable defeat, she collapsed and never recovered.
Only she herself was truly useless. Bad at studying, bad at sprinting, bad at everything.
"Why can't I choose Yuki first? Are you too shy and want to take it slow, or is there some other reason you do not want to continue?"
Hachiman supported himself with his hands on Amane Hisajo and Nimeme Minori, lowered his head, and looked at the self-deprecating and timid Houjou Yuki. A familiar feeling suddenly rose in him.
Saki had looked just like this before she received his guidance and encouragement.
'Yuki, Saki, Miki...'
If he introduced Yuki to Saki later, Saki would definitely be happy that her mutual aid group had gained another newcomer.
"I... I just think that with this kind of body... I am not really suited for track and field, not suited for sprinting..."
Houjou Yuki bit her lips tightly. As a strange sensation slowly welled up in her body, she could not help but glance at Hachiman's hands on Amane Hisajo and Nimeme Minori, yet she still did not loosen her arms around his neck.
She hated this body of hers. If it were a bit lighter, her sprint time would definitely be shortened even more.
But all she could do was hate it. There was nothing else she could do.
After all, she had not chosen for her body to grow like this.
"Your body is not suited for track and field? I do not know what kind of body you think counts as suitable, but I think you are not bad at all, Yuki. This body has a lot of potential, and I will help you improve your training results."
Hachiman smiled helplessly after hearing her words. Lowering his head, he looked at the self-loathing Houjou Yuki while his hands slowly guided Amane Hisajo and Nimeme Minori at close range.
It was clearly track and field training guidance, yet somehow it had turned into counseling a troubled girl again.
But with so many troubled girls in the Service Club, he was already very experienced at this sort of thing.
Although he usually preferred the girl to take the initiative, he was not completely unwilling to take the initiative himself.
Since Houjou Yuki had come to him, it meant she had not completely given up on herself. What he needed to do was break her rigid self-image.
"Coach Hachiman..."
Houjou Yuki looked at Hachiman, who smiled gently at her, did not mind being so close to her at all, and had even chosen her first. Her eyes slowly filled with tears.
No wonder that even after Hachiman had been blacklisted by the disciplinary committee, there were still so many girls who were close to him.
No wonder the girls' competitive swimming club and the tennis club had invited him over, and even did not want to publicize his abilities.
Hachiman was simply too kind. If Shino Shizuku had not liked Hachiman and proactively learned about these things, their track and field club would probably have been kept in the dark for a long time. She herself would not have met Hachiman, who was willing to accept her.
"Yuki, keep this posture. Can you try kissing me?"
"Kiss... uh... mm..."
Hearing Hachiman's words, Houjou Yuki froze slightly. She bit her lower lip, her expression hesitant.
Hachiman did not urge her, just quietly looked at her.
For a moment, the only sound in the equipment room was the increasingly rapid breathing of the girls.
After a while, Houjou Yuki felt Amane Hisajo's hips trembling slightly beside her, and Nimeme Minori, who was biting the hem of her clothes, was also about to lose her grip. Only then did she take a deep breath, tighten her hips, tense her body, and try hard to lean upward, kissing Hachiman on the cheek.
Hachiman had only said to kiss him. He had not specified where.
She was too embarrassed to ask, so she kissed his face.
"Yuki, one more time."
Seeing this, Hachiman gave another order and continued Yuki's training.
"Mm..."
Houjou Yuki tried hard to straighten her back and kissed the other side of Hachiman's face.
Only then did she realize how much she had underestimated this posture.
It was indeed embarrassing and strange, but it also tested her physical strength extremely.
Just maintaining this posture already made her body feel tired. On top of that, she had to straighten her waist and draw in her abdomen. It took extreme effort just to lightly touch Hachiman. The strange sensations coming from all over her body made her unable to exert any strength.
If Hachiman had not been supporting her, she would probably have lost all strength and slid straight off Shino Shizuku's back onto the ground.
Drip! Drip!
"Alright, warm-up is over. Training officially begins."
As Houjou Yuki finished another kiss with all her strength, Hachiman suddenly heard the sound of water dripping in the equipment room. Lowering his head, he looked at Houjou Yuki, who had entered the zone and was no longer as shy about kissing him. He nodded in satisfaction.
"Four of you will take turns receiving my training. We start with Yuki, then Shizuku, Amane, and Minori."
"How long you can maintain these postures now will be how long you train when it is your turn."
"Of course, if you cannot hold on and fall down, you switch immediately."
"U-understood..."
After saying that, Hachiman aimed at Houjou Yuki's lips and slowly lowered his head.
"Coach Hachiman..."
At the same time, Houjou Yuki, already prepared, slowly opened her lips and bit onto Hachiman. Her arms tightened firmly around his neck.
Aside from Hachiman and Houjou Yuki, Shino Shizuku, Amane Hisajo, and Nimeme Minori were all enduring intense torment.
However, none of them spoke. They just silently felt it.
Because the silver empathy bracelets were worn on Amane Hisajo's and Nimeme Minori's wrists, and because they trained every day and had excellent physical condition, they were not at the point of being unable to hold on so easily.
Among the four, the one bearing the most right now was Houjou Yuki, who was wedged between Shino Shizuku and Hachiman.
Shino Shizuku, who was gripping the vaulting box tightly with both hands and trying to keep her body stable, was experiencing the power of the shared-sensation collar for the first time. For a moment, she could not even tell who she was anymore.
Was she Houjou Yuki, who had nowhere to place her feet and needed Hachiman-kun's support just to avoid falling?
Was she Nimeme Minori, lying flat on the vaulting box with her legs raised high and arms hugging them, her teeth weakly holding onto her hem?
Or was she Amane Hisajo, bent forward at a one-hundred-ninety-degree angle, sweat slowly flowing down from her thighs, along her fair neck, soaking her jet-black single ponytail?
According to the order Hachiman-kun had mentioned, it should be her turn soon, right? Her turn to sit on Amane Hisajo's back and receive Hachiman-kun's personal guidance.
Shino Shizuku stared at the almost pitch-black wall. Her body trembled slightly. She had never imagined that just feeling Hachiman through Houjou Yuki would make her lose control like this.
Thank goodness, thank goodness she was not the first. Next, Amane Hisajo and Nimeme Minori would also be taken down.
Although relying on just the four of them might not really be enough to keep Hachiman. The girls' competitive swimming club and the tennis club both had many pretty girls, not inferior to the four of them, and even more numerous.
However, the track and field club did not have only four girls. Although the girls in track and field might not have the elegance of girls from more visually appealing clubs, their bodies were definitely great.
If they could get the other girls from the track and field club to join in as well... Shino Shizuku suddenly bit her lip hard and used all her strength to hold onto the vaulting box, no longer thinking about the future.
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While Hachiman was giving special training guidance to the track and field girls, Miura Yumiko had already changed clothes and shoes and left the school together with the tennis club vice-captain, Kitamura Kaori.
However, besides Kitamura Kaori and Miura Yumiko, Sairenji Haruna, Momioka Risa, and Majima Yuuri were also walking along the same route.
Although Miura Yumiko was the only one among them who had not joined the tennis club, Sairenji Haruna, Momioka Risa, and Majima Yuuri were all very familiar with Miura Yumiko because of her strong tennis skills.
"Are you sure you do not want us to go with you? I think I saw Saeki-san having some trouble with some rather shady students from another school before."
"If Kaori-san runs into them at her house and something happens, it would be bad if a conflict breaks out."
While Kitamura Kaori was changing, Sairenji Haruna learned that she planned to visit Saeki-san to talk about club training. Sairenji Haruna immediately offered to go along out of concern.
However, Kitamura Kaori felt that going with too many people would not be appropriate, so she politely declined.
"Do not worry. Saeki-san is just a bit lazy with being late and leaving early. She is not a bad person. Haruna, you do not need to worry so much. Even if something really happens, Miura will be there. The two of us will be fine."
Kitamura Kaori understood that Sairenji Haruna was worried about her, but she still thanked her and shook her head, declining the offer.
She was just going to persuade Saeki-san to come practice more after the exams, or to focus on studying instead. There was no need to force her to participate in training.
If she brought too many people, it would seem like pressuring the other party, and the conversation would definitely not go well.
"Miura-san..."
Seeing this, Sairenji Haruna looked at Miura Yumiko beside Kitamura Kaori, hesitating to speak.
In fact, she was worried about Miura Yumiko.
To be fair, Miura Yumiko was a decent person, just with a bit of a short temper and extremely fierce when defending her friends.
If Kitamura Kaori went alone, there might be a conflict, but with Miura Yumiko there, a conflict was very likely.
She really had seen Saeki-san hanging around with some delinquents from outside the school. Otherwise, she would not have subtly advised Kitamura Kaori to be careful.
"Is it not enough that I am going along? What do you mean, Sairenji?"
Miura Yumiko noticed the look Sairenji Haruna gave her and immediately snapped in displeasure.
It was not okay for her to go, but it was okay if Sairenji and Momioka went?
"Sorry, that is not what I meant. I hope Miura-san does not misunderstand—"
Sairenji Haruna hurriedly apologized, but before she could continue, she was interrupted.
"Sorry! I suddenly have something urgent to take care of. Goodbye, everyone. I am leaving first. Oh, right, Miura-san, Vice President Rurikawa asked me to tell you to remember to come to the Service Club tonight to hang out."
Majima Yuuri, who had been silently looking at her phone without speaking, suddenly interrupted the conversation, quickly apologized, and then used the Service Club's authority to teleport away.
"..."
"What is the Service Club?"
"Did Maijima-san just disappear instantly?"
Sairenji Haruna, Kitamura Kaori, and Momioka Risa stared in shock at the spot where Majima Yuuri had vanished. After hesitating for a moment, they all turned their gazes toward Miura Yumiko.
"?"
Being stared at by the three of them, Miura Yumiko's expression stiffened. A strong urge to stomp Hachiman flat surged up inside her.
'No way, even Majima Yuuri is from that Service Club?'
'And she said it in front of so many people?'
'That is definitely Hachiman's doing, right?'
'How am I supposed to explain this? I have never even been there!'
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