Vol. 8 Chapter 1.1 – Prologue: The Raging Mat

“W-Whaaaat is with this outfittttttttttttttttttt!”

Lisara Restall, a first-class Shinigami, screamed, her voice echoing through the square pro-wrestling ring.

Lisara’s slender chest and toned stomach were thrust high toward the ceiling like a bridge, while her head was bent back, her throat exposed, facing downward. Because of that, her long red hair hung down onto the ring mat.

However, her long, pale arms and legs were not touching the mat.

One of the Eight Weirdos, the『Pretty Monster』also known as Onizaki, president of the girls’ pro wrestling club, had slipped beneath Lisara and was firmly holding both her arms and legs, forcibly lifting her body toward the ceiling.

Yes, in pro-wrestling terms, it was what you would call a Romero Special.

Naturally, because she was all tangled up in the hold, Lisara’s legs were spread wide open. In other words,

“Huh, is that the M-shaped leg spread!?”

Kaga Ryousuke stared at her from the front, sobbing with tears of emotion.

Actually, Ryousuke, who was acting as the referee, had immediately slid in toward Lisara’s crotch the instant she fell victim to Onizaki’s Romero Special.

Yes, because for some reason, it pissed him off that Lisara’s spread-open crotch would be exposed to everyone’s eyes!

But when he slid in there… it was amazing. There was the space between her legs, spreading out right before his eyes.

For a moment, he wondered why he had slid in from the front in a position where he would be staring straight at it, but deciding that this was a man’s instinct, Ryousuke sobbed with tears of emotion.

“Guhhh, I thought pro-wrestling outfits were nice because they’re like leotards, but seeing it like this… like this, it’s seriously great! And that single line along the inner thigh stretching out from the edge of the leotard that’s kind of digging in, the gracilis muscle really is the best.”

Nodding to himself, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, Ryousuke ended up staring at it intently. Because it could not be helped. There was no way to legally gaze up close at a girl’s widely spread crotch unless you became a girls’ pro-wrestling referee.

“H-Hey, Ryousuke, where are you!?”

Still upside down, Lisara moved her head left and right, searching for Ryousuke. Position-wise, Ryousuke was completely outside her field of vision.

“As the referee, I’m doing my job…”

In any case, that was when Lisara shouted.

『This has been locked in perfectly, Ranbashi-sensei.』

For some reason, the voice of Iria Fukumune, who was acting as the announcer, echoed through the special hall set up for the school festival. Yes, today was the day of the school festival. And Lisara, because of Onizaki’s wish, was challenging the final match of the tournament hosted by the girls’ pro wrestling club.

『The Romero Special is Onizaki Yuuki’s special move, her finishing hold, after all. Escaping from this is extremely difficult.』

Ranbashi, the advisor of the club and also the homeroom teacher of Ryousuke and the others’ class, explained with a beer in one hand. No matter how anyone looked at her, she only looked like an elementary school student, but even so, she was an adult just shy of thirty.

『And besides, if she resists carelessly, it’ll shift into an Embarrassment Hold.』

『Ranbashi-sensei, what is an Embarrassment Hold?』

『Umm, you spread the opponent’s hip joints as wide as you can. See, when you do that, a girl’s precious place gets shown off to everyone with a kupaa, so it’s so embarrassing that it’s called an Embarrassment Hold. Well, that said, it’s a heel’s move, so Onizaki-san, being a babyface, almost never uses it…』

Before she could hear all of Ranbashi’s answer, Iria put one foot on the desk while holding the mic, leaned forward as her huge breasts swayed, and shouted.

『Go for ittttt, Onizakiii! Do ittttt! Spread Lisara’s legs wider and wider, and make her go kupaaaaaa!』

At Iria’s scream, the audience, mainly the male students, all stood up at once and began chanting, 【Embarrassment Hold!】

『W-W-Wait a secondddd!』

Lisara screamed.

『Heheh, uheheheheheh, Lisara! Drown in humiliation! Actually, you there, referee, you’re in the way! Move, move!』

Even at Iria’s words, Ryousuke did not move an inch.

Because!

“Heh, this crotch belongs to me alone! I absolutely won’t let anyone else see it!”

He placed his head close to her crotch and folded his arms.

“Wait, uh, but am I forgetting something?”

“Hey! Listen to me! To me!?”

Lisara struggled while being suspended by Onizaki. As she did, her hips swayed back and forth, left and right.

“Uh… um… ah, right.”

Ryousuke gave a small nod as if he had finally understood. Then, without going near Lisara’s ear, he stared fixedly at her crotch and thighs, and at last opened his mouth.

“Well, seeing your hips swaying while your legs are spread open… how should I put it? It’s unbearably sexy. Oh, right, do you give up?”

The instant Ryousuke let that thought slip out, Lisara’s scream rang throughout the school festival’s special hall.

“I give! I give uuuuuuuup!”

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There was a kachari sound as the doorknob turned and the door leading into the athletes’ waiting room opened.

“Honestly…”

Lisara, now changed into her uniform and wrapped in warm steam, came in while grumbling complaints under her breath. She had just washed off the sweat from the match in the simple shower room set up at the back of the waiting room.

“Seriously, that was awful.”

In contrast to her rough tone, Lisara carefully wiped her long red hair with a bath towel, sat down on a pipe chair and picked up the dryer from the vanity.

“Why does someone like me, the heir to the prestigious Restall family of the Shinigami world, have to go through something that embarrassing? Ahh, honestly!”

“It couldn’t be helped, right? The wish from Onizaki-senpai’s soul wasn’t cross-dressing. It was to perform girls’ pro wrestling at the school festival with a real girl.”

While soothing Lisara, Ryousuke’s eyes inevitably drifted toward the nape of her neck. The sight of a girl drying her wet hair with a dryer, and on top of that occasionally revealing the white nape of her neck, was extremely sexy. It felt like he was peeking at a private side of her that she normally never showed, and Ryousuke’s heart started pounding all on its own.

“Haaah, I know that. Among the Eight Weirdos, the candidates for the Irregular, the Singular One among Singular Ones, the only ones we still haven’t finished investigating are Ranbashi-sensei and Onizaki-senpai.”

“Yeah, exactly. Tamano-senpai was one thing, but Igarashi-senpai was a miss too. Sugira-senpai’s true identity turned out to be that bastard Galdabroeg, and apparently I’m excluded from the start. So that meant the top candidate wasn’t that scatterbrained Ranbashi-sensei but Onizaki-senpai.”

Incidentally, the Eight Weirdos, the bizarre oddballs that Momozono Academy prided itself on, only had six members because there were two vacancies.

“That’s why I said I know. Yes, the investigation of a Singular One’s spiritual energy can only be done at the exact moment when the target’s true wish from the very bottom of their heart is granted, right? And Onizaki-senpai’s wish was girls’ pro wrestling. I understand that. I understand it, and that’s exactly why I wore that leotard-like outfit and even did something I wasn’t used to, like pro wrestling, in front of everyone.”

Lisara’s face reflected in the mirror looked as though she had bitten down on something bitter, so Ryousuke hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

“No, but still, your combat training at Shinigami school really wasn’t just for show. You were putting up a good fight against Onizaki-senpai until partway through, weren’t you?”

“What part of that was good? Sure, compared to a human girl, I’m strong and athletic but she was just playing around with me however she liked.”

“No, but still, taking those moves is tough too.”

“…It was true that she’s a professional who even shows up at women’s pro-wrestling organizations.”

Lisara laughed self-mockingly.

“You know, even when she put me in holds, it barely hurt at all. That last Romero Special? That was just embarrassing. There wasn’t even the slightest bit of pain.”

“I-Is that so?”

“Yes, that’s right. All I did was go through something embarrassing in front of other people and on top of that, an audience full of boys. It didn’t hurt even the tiniest bit! And on top of that!”

Lisara’s tone grew more and more heated.

“She was a miss! A total miss! Onizaki-senpai wasn’t a Singular One or an Irregular or anything at all! Hey, after going through something that embarrassing, what is this supposed to mean?”

She turned sharply toward Ryousuke and glared at him with enough force that it looked like she might bite him at any moment.

“No, well, even if you say that to me…”

“If I don’t say it to you, Ryousuke, then who am I supposed to say it to?”

“Honestly, Lisara-oneesama, you rely on Ryousuke-san far too much.”

Lisara’s cousin and little-sister figure, Kyuru Zeria, entered the waiting room while shaking her head in exasperation. Right behind her came Ryousuke’s childhood friend, Ookura Mina, who proudly boasted a ninety-two-centimeter bust, and she was nodding along with Kyuru’s words.

“Yeah, that was just taking it out on him.”

“Well, in short, it was all pain and no gain, wasn’t it? Thank you for your hard work, Onee-sama♥”

Kyuru pinched both ends of her uniform skirt with her fingertips and spread it out, then bowed with exaggerated, insincere politeness.

“…What? Did you come all the way here just to say that?”

When Lisara glared at her, Mina waved both hands in front of her face in denial.

“We brought you some refreshments. Lisara, you worked hard, so you must be thirsty, right?”

When Mina lifted the plastic bag containing the bottled drinks, Lisara immediately gave a small smile.

“Unlike Kyuru, I don’t think Mina would do something mean-spirited like coming here just to tease me. Thanks.”

“…Mean-spirited? That is a terribly unfair accusation.”

Kyuru puffed out her lips sulkily, and Lisara grinned as she accepted a bottle.

“Oh my, how pitiful that you have no self-awareness.”

“Even though Kyuru went out of her way to obey the photography ban and didn’t record Onee-sama’s shameful display, what a cruel thing to say.”

“No, I think following the rules is only natural…”

As Ryousuke said that, he recalled the audience seats. He remembered that hellish scene where the muscular male students of the club, dressed in girls’ pro-wrestling outfits, were exposing and stopping the shameless people who tried to take photos.

“Well, still, Oneesama, the way you spread your legs really was something.”

Kyuru turned a wide, smirking grin toward Lisara.

“Ughh…”

Remembering the scene of herself with her legs spread open, Lisara drooped her head in dejection and groaned. Seeing that, Mina hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

“Ah, b-but, Onizaki-senpai was impressed and said Lisara’s hip joints were really flexible.”

“…That just means I spread my legs even wider in front of everyone. There’s nothing about that that makes me happy.”

“Ah… um, r-right.”

Lisara only let out a heavy『haaah』of a sigh and showed no sign of lifting her head. Seeing that, Ryousuke gave a wry smile and lightly patted her head, pon pon.

“What is it, Ryousuke…?”

Lisara lifted her head just a little and looked up at Ryousuke with a sullen glare. Seeing her dejected face, Ryousuke gazed at her with gentleness in his eyes.

“Relax, Lisara. I made sure to protect your crotch from the stares of the male students.”

Ryousuke thrust his thumb against his own chest with a don and gave a faint smile.

“Huh, really?”

“Yeah.”

Ryousuke nodded with complete confidence.

“But how did you… Ah, could it be that when I was caught in that hold and you weren’t around, you were using your own body to hide my spread legs with your back…?”

Lisara looked at Ryousuke, her eyes filled with deep emotion. Ryousuke answered that emotion firmly.

“Nope. With my face.”

“…Your face?”

Lisara tilted her head slightly.

“Yep. I guarded your crotch nice and firmly with my face.”

“…………By face, you mean your face, right, Ryousuke?”

After thinking it over carefully for more than ten seconds, Lisara said that.

“I see. No wonder I felt some weird lukewarm breeze.”

“Yeah, that was probably my breathing through my nose. Man, I meant to observe it calmly but I got super excited.”

“Fu-fu-fu.”

The instant Lisara let out a very, very low laugh, Ryousuke’s vision was suddenly swallowed by darkness. Then pain shot through his face, as if it had been clamped in a vise!

“Ow ow ow ow ow! Iron Claw is banned! Attacks to the head are way too dangerous for students!”

Lisara’s right hand grabbed Ryousuke’s head and squeezed down.

“Ryousuke… thank you very much for protecting me from the boys’ gazes. I’m truly grateful.”

Giri giri.

“Y-Your words and actions don’t match!”

Giri giri.

“As thanks, so that you’ll be able to calmly observe anything and everything… I’ll suck out that unnecessarily perverted heart of yours!”

Giri giri giri giri giriririri!

“Noooooooo!”

“Onee-sama, stop, stop!”

Ryousuke could hear Kyuru hurriedly stepping in to stop Lisara.

“Move, Kyuru!”

“Calm down, Lisara! Ryousuke-kun’s spiritual energy has become finite now, so you can’t suck that much out of him!”

This time, Mina pleaded with Lisara.

“Mina, let go of me!”

Apparently, Mina was desperately clinging to her.

“Ryousuke, you know, he, he blew his breath onto this, this part of mine… b-between my legs! And while my legs were spread that wide open!”

At those words, something flashed through Ryousuke’s mind. Because if her legs had been spread wide open to both sides, then naturally the center would be pulled left and right too…

“Ah, could it be that a little… went inside?”

“………………Ryousukeeeeeeeeeeee!”

It was an outright scream.

“C-Calm down, Lisara. It’s fine, there’s no problem!”

“What part of that has no problem?!”

“Yeah! Breath can’t tear it!”

At that instant, Lisara’s hand, which had been gripping Ryousuke’s face, let go.

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…

…

For some reason, the waiting room was suddenly wrapped in silence. Also, for some reason, it felt like the temperature had dropped.

“Kyuru, Mina, are you still going to stop me?”

At Lisara’s words, Kyuru nodded as if there was no room left for sympathy. Mina, her face slightly red, could only let out a deep sigh.

This was strange. No one was backing him up.

“So then, Ryousuke. Prepare yourself.”

“W-Wait, calm down… Wh-What are you going to do if Galdabroeg shows up?”

Ryousuke slowly backed away.

“That still doesn’t mean it’s okay to blow your breath onto a maiden’s precious place!”

“I-It couldn’t be helped! It was attractive!”

“Wha—”

“When you see something attractive, you get excited. Then your breathing gets heavier. What, what exactly is wrong with that?!”

“Eh, no, but…”

“I merely took appropriate action to protect Lisara’s crotch from the others! By chance, I slid in, and her crotch happened to be right in front of me. It was so attractive that I got excited and my breath ended up blowing onto it. If you don’t call this force majeure, then what would you call it?!”

“…I-I see.”

Kokun, Lisara ended up nodding.

“So anyway, I’m heading back to class first. Lisara, you can take your time and properly dry your hair before coming.”

“Eh, ah, yeah, thanks.”

“See ya!”

Lightly raising his right hand, Ryousuke fled from the changing room like a startled rabbit.

“Eh… um… uhh… did he maybe… get away?”

After tilting her head again and again, Lisara tried asking Kyuru and Mina for their agreement.

What came back was Kyuru and Mina’s wry smiles.

“Lisara-onee-sama, you are far too soft on Ryousuke-san…”

“Well, I kind of understand, though…”