Chirp chirp!
Back at the dorm, after catching a good night's sleep, morning had already arrived.
Sitting at my desk, I opened my notebook and calmly reviewed my future plans.
[Relationship with Ren]
There was a bit of a misunderstanding, but it's steadily tilting toward affection anyway.
The plan is proceeding smoothly.
Just recalling Ren's shy expression from before makes my legs tingle with happiness. I can't wait to stroke every inch of her.
And that won't be far off.
If I time it right and reveal everything at once—that I saved Tori, and that I beat down the punks who were abusing him— I might even jump the relationship level by two stages or more in one go.
Perfect.
That settles things with Ren.
Next item on the agenda.
[Those Punk Bastards]
The two idiots named Kyosuke and Daisuke.
Ren doesn't know this, but those guys are top-tier villains in terms of danger. In an NTR world, blond thugs and baldheaded delinquents are as standard as it gets.
"What a pain."
Considering the rage they've built up inside me, making them half-cripples wouldn't even be enough.
But that's absolutely out of the question.
If Ren were completely oblivious, maybe, but she's already picked up on the trouble between us. If rumors suddenly spread that they got beaten up even more, she'd suspect me 100%.
Given Ren's extreme disgust for men who resort to violence, pulling something like that repeatedly would make it incredibly hard to recover our relationship, even for me.
I just built up that soft, fluffy mood yesterday. No way am I letting all that hard-earned favorability tank back to zero.
What to do...
"Tch..."
This is all because that original protagonist is such a loser.
He's such a wimp that when the punks mess with him, he just hesitates and dodges. That's why the game never even bothered giving them any weaknesses or backstory for plausibility.
For now, I'll think about their vulnerabilities step by step on the way to school.
I grabbed a muffin to munch on and headed out.
Nom nom.
"Mm... I made it myself, but damn, it's good."
Munching on the muffin as I walked slowly, I heard cheers from the sports field.
"Woooah!"
What're they doing?
"Kenta-kun's standing long jump— an impressive 2 meters 70 centimeters!"
The lithe male student landed gracefully and flashed a refreshing smile, waving to the girls.
"Whoa... Do all sports club seniors jump like that?"
"No way. That's pro-athlete level. I heard Kenta-senpai has the best standing jump in the baseball club."
"Ugh, I just wanna touch those thigh muscles once. They must be rock-hard."
"Eek! What're you saying!"
Standing long jump?
Oh.
It's the simple sports event on the last day of the cultural festival.
I remember the winner gets some pretty decent prizes, but since the original protagonist had zero connection to athletics, the details never came up.
Should I join in?
"Any other students? If no one's participating, we'll wrap it up..."
Just as the emcee, who was handling announcements, started to move with the mic in hand,
I stepped up to the long jump line and spoke.
"I'd like to give it a try too."
"Oh?"
Murmurs spread.
"Who's that guy...?"
"He's huge..."
The air tensed the moment I appeared.
If I were just averagely built, maybe not, but my frame is even bigger than the sports club guys, so everyone's shocked.
"Whoa~ A new face has stepped up! Please introduce yourself first."
"Sure. I'm Yu Sanghyeon, a second-year exchange student from Korea. Nice to meet you."
"Ooooh! An exchange student all the way from our neighbor country! Alright, let's see that jump!"
"Yes."
Step step.
Everyone seemed to hold their breath in anticipation of how far this hulking foreign student with insane physique would go. The only sound was my footsteps crunching the field sand.
"Wait, what's with that guy. He's wearing slippers?"
"He's gonna do a long jump in those?"
Disbelieving tones.
Mostly from the guys.
"People with broad upper bodies like that can't jump far anyway. And with those shoes... 2m 40cm would be impressive."
Kenta from the baseball club—the guy who just set the school record—gave a pretty objective analysis. As an athlete himself, he didn't seem biased against big guys like me; no hostility in his tone.
"Hey, emcee, quick question before I jump—what's the prize?"
"You just signed up, so I'll announce it again! The prize is..."
Why the suspense?
"An onsen trip voucher! Valid until year's end, usable anytime within the period!"
What...!?
Onsen trip...!
The classic winter event in harem dating sims.
First thing that comes to mind: a trip with my heroines.
A harem trip with Ren, or the others! Heh heh heh... Mixed bathing might even be possible.
If I could enjoy some steamy, naked fun, I'd sell my soul for it.
Even if not, just admiring them in "onsen skin"—that barely-there towel teasing glimpses between chest and thighs—would be divine. School swimsuits are a rare treat too.
But...
Even beyond that, I have to win this voucher no matter what.
This world runs on an NTR drift script.
Scenarios like your beloved girlfriend suddenly announcing, "I'm going on a school trip to the onsen..." only for a pic to arrive days later from some shady account—her covering just her eyes with her hand, condom in mouth.
Or calling her and hearing wet flesh slapping with her moaning, "I-I like senpai's dick more than my boyfriend's!!" That's peak NTR plot.
Of course, I'll do everything to prevent that crap, but best case is me snagging this voucher first.
"Ready? Jump whenever!"
It's mine.
Back off.
"Huuu..."
At the jump line, my toes dug in.
Rumble!
The terrifying focus I'd felt since possession day kicked in.
Talent.
Not some side character's— the overwhelming talent of a man positioned as the 'protagonist' of this world.
A brilliant gem the original dimwit never once thought to use seriously.
And it's inside me now.
Splash—
Focusing every ounce of mind on one goal felt like diving deep underwater.
...Quiet.
The sports field, packed with dozens, fell eerily silent.
No sounds... yet everything registers. Ground vibrations, air tremors, even wind direction.
Here we go.
Sprint toward the goal.
Power into the legs.
"Hrngh...!"
Kraaack!
Thigh muscles exploded outward, compressing like hydraulic cylinders on the verge of bursting.
And—
"Raaaaagh! Onseeeeen—!!"
My body launched.
Flying.
Ground dropped away in an instant; I soared through the air.
Silent.
Incredibly so.
Everything severed—body weight, time, thoughts.
Shrieeeek!
Air tore against my massive frame, ringing in my ears.
Soon...
Boom!
"No... way..."
"...What was that?"
"Did he... fly...?"
Blood rushed from my head as the hyper-focus faded, leaving a pleasant limpness.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Overkill focus and talent for a mere standing jump, but who cares.
My landing spot.
Standing ramrod straight like a gymnast, my feet were way past the white marker line.
No one topping this record.
"3... 3.3... 3 meters... 60cm...?"
The emcee fumbled with the tape measure from the 3m mark, stammering as he announced.
"3 meters 60!?"
"WAAAAAAAAH!!"
"What the hell!! Who's that guy!!"
Cheers erupted from every building facing the field. Even on the festival's last day with thinner crowds, the roar was massive.
"M-Monster...!"
The baseball club captain blurted in shock.
In a blink, crowds swarmed me.
"Hey! Yuu, right!? I'm the track club captain—join us—"
"Hey, back off! I got here first, haha, Yuu! Hi! From soccer club— you into soccer?"
"No, basketball. A bit of training and he'd shatter Asian limits."
The captains bickering over me, ignoring my input entirely as they tried to scout.
"Hey, you know what you're talking about? Those legs could kick 130km shots right now. Track's boring—stay away."
"What? Keep talking!"
Did I overdo the jump...?
Then, amid the crowd, a familiar face: Ren.
Ren was watching!
Shoulders popping with pride.
Nailing it on stage with everyone—and your crush—watching, basking in applause? Every guy's dream.
"Tsumetai!"
I deliberately shouted her name loud.
Letting everyone know a guy with this physique knows Tsumetai personally should shield me from most trouble.
Flinch!
But when I waved, Ren startled and vanished somewhere.
Probably overwhelming, but bear with me.
It's all for your safety.
"Oh my... Isn't that senpai the Juliet from the play?"
"Whoa! Are those two dating?"
"Beauty and the beast?"
"B-But that senpai... up close, his face isn't that wild..."
"R-Right?"
The girls—especially first-year kouhais—giggled among themselves, but whatever.
"Emcee, hand over the prize already."
"Uh, y-yeah? Here! It's in the envelope."
Don't they usually send these digitally via messenger?
Japan and their stubborn analog ways.
"Alright~ Lunchtime, everyone! Dismissed!"
Guess I was the finale.
Anyway, time to chase Ren.
"H-Hey! Wait!"
"Listen a sec—!"
"If you're interested, track club!"
Not interested.
No heroines, no point.
Once Ren route stabilizes... I'll hit a different club.
Hurry and catch up.
Took too long with club caps and prize.
Where to...
10 minutes passed, so classroom or inner courtyard.
Even diligent Ren probably skips class on festival's last day.
Inner courtyard first.
—"Hehe... Tasty?"
As expected, near the small animal pens—Rens voice.
A giggling tone totally unlike her usual.
What're they doing?