My Stepsister is My Ex-Girlfriend - Volume 7 - Chapter 3.07

I Can Only Deal with Femme Fatales When I Have the Mental Leisure To

“The women’s tug-of-war is now starting! You won’t wanna miss this deathmatch!”

I looked into the center of the school courtyard as an overly excited announcement played over the PA. There were three ropes on the ground and tape in the center; Isana was holding the second one with both hands. The girls holding the same rope appeared to be arranged by height, so Isana was in the middle. It was a fortunate position for her—she wouldn’t stand out too much.

As I watched my best friend, I couldn’t help but remember that her bra was being warmed in my pocket, which made me feel like Nobunaga Oda’s sandal retainer. At the sound of the starting pistol, the ropes immediately went taut, and both sides began yelling. From where I was standing, they seemed to be evenly matched in strength.

It didn’t seem like Isana was slacking off. Her face was red from pulling the rope with everything she had. She seemed a little anxious, but I was sure she’d be okay. Looks like all’s good with her. I doubt anyone’ll notice that she doesn’t have a bra on. Even I couldn’t tell, and I knew about it.

After less than a minute of back-and-forth, the other side yanked the rope towards them. Isana’s team immediately lost their balance and fell to the ground.

“Ah...”

Isana fell forward, hard. Though her teammates had suffered the same fate, since I knew her situation, I was acutely aware of how bad it was for her to have fallen like that. Her chest squished against the ground and scraped against it. Is she...okay?

She’d lost two things being braless. The first was the support it would’ve given her. Without a bra, her breasts were prone to jiggling. The second was protection. Without that extra layer of clothing, she was much more vulnerable.

Her teammates groaned in pain, but Isana, on the verge of tears, remained completely silent and covered her chest with both arms. I felt bad for her, but she had nobody but herself to blame for coming so unprepared. I guess I’ll go comfort her. I wanna get rid of this thing in my pocket as soon as possible anyway. Just as I began to make my way towards her, I heard a familiar voice call out to me.

“Huh? Mizuto?” My mind went blank for a second and I broke out into a cold sweat. “What are you doing here?” Yume Irido jogged up to me, blissfully unaware of the situation.

Yume, who was part of the sports festival organization committee, wore a band on her upper arm to prove as such. So it made sense that she was out here, because she had to always be on the move. I can’t believe I was so careless!

“O-Oh. Hey...”

I couldn’t just run away, so my only option was to respond. Yume slightly tilted her head while stopping almost within arm’s reach. It took everything in me to stop myself from retreating.

“Nobody in our class has seen you around. Where have you been slacking off?”

“Wh-What’s it matter to you? I don’t have to tell the establishment anything.”

“The ‘establishment’?” Yume giggled. That’s nice and all, but this really isn’t the time to be having a leisurely conversation! You’re busy, aren’t you?! Get a move on, already!

“Okay then, Mr. Rebel, if you don’t have any interest in the sports festival, what business do you have here?”

“I-I just kinda felt like goin’ for a walk...”

“Oh, let me guess...” Yume grinned, peering up at me. “You wanted to see me?”

Aagh! I do not have time to play along with your femme fatale antics right now! “No! That’s not it at all! I did not want to see you at all!”

“Huh?”

“A-Anyway, I’m in the middle of something. Bye!”

“H-Hey, wai—”

I forcefully ended the conversation and fled the scene. Goddamnit, Isana! You owe me big time for this!!!