The alarm rang exactly at six in the morning.
I opened my eyes even before the second signal.
Over the past few days, my body had completely gotten used to the schedule.
The moment I woke up, the drowsiness disappeared instantly.
I sat up in bed and stretched.
Every muscle responded pleasantly after yesterday’s workout.
“Good…”
Yesterday’s training was almost not felt at all.
This body recovered at some abnormal speed.
I quickly washed up, put on sportswear, and headed straight to the kitchen.
Or rather…
To the next battle with the refrigerator.
I opened the door.
“So…”
Six eggs.
Three hundred grams of chicken breast.
A large plate of rice.
Oatmeal.
A banana.
Two glasses of milk.
A protein shake.
A complex of vitamins.
In ten minutes, almost nothing was left of all this.
I looked at the empty plates.
Then opened the calorie counting app.
3180 kcal.
And that…
Was just breakfast.
I let out a heavy sigh.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…”
In my previous life, this amount of food would have lasted me almost two days.
But Kurisaki’s body perceived it as a normal morning.
To maintain a nearly two-meter frame made of pure muscle, I had to eat literally constantly.
Now I finally understood why the refrigerator emptied so quickly.
I’d have to order groceries again.
And preferably in bulk.
Half an hour later, I had already finished my warm-up.
I secured the phone on a small tripod.
Pressed record.
Today I decided to film several shorts at once.
Dips on the parallel bars.
Proper pull-up technique.
Several variations of shoulder exercises.
The large muscles showed excellently which group was working at any given moment.
No wonder videos like these appealed to the audience.
I quickly edited the videos right on my phone.
Added a caption:
“Discipline begins when motivation ends.”
Published.
Put the phone in my pocket.
“Now…
Time to run.”
The cool morning air pleasantly hit my face.
I immediately took my usual pace.
Wednesday.
According to the original game’s schedule, it was exactly at this time that Mio always went for a run.
Just a regular athlete’s habit.
No plot events.
No romantic scenes.
Just one of the little details I remembered well.
Therefore, when a familiar figure of Mio actually appeared ahead…
I wasn’t surprised at all.
But a second later, I involuntarily slowed my pace.
Someone was running next to her.
…
Hayato?
I frowned.
No.
This wasn’t in the game.
He was noticeably lagging behind.
Breathing heavily.
Face flushed.
It was clear that this pace was very difficult for him.
Mio, on the contrary, looked like she had just started warming up.
“Strange…”
“Why is he here?”
I pretended I hadn’t noticed them at all.
Without changing pace, I calmly continued running.
“Kurisaki!”
Mio’s cheerful voice sounded behind me.
I didn’t react immediately.
As if I hadn’t heard anything because of the music in my earphones.
“Hey! Kurisaki!”
This time the call was louder.
I stopped.
Removed one earphone.
Turned around.
Mio didn’t seem tired at all.
She was smiling widely, as if she had just left the house.
Hayato stood next to her, breathing heavily. He rested his hands on his knees and tried to restore his disrupted rhythm.
I removed one earphone.
“Good morning.”
Hayato raised his head and smiled.
“G-Good morning, Kurisaki-kun…”
Mio laughed quietly.
“I told you it wasn’t worth trying to keep up with my pace right away!”
Hayato guiltily scratched the back of his head.
“I wanted to check how long I could last…”
He took another deep breath.
“Honestly speaking… I thought it would be easier.”
I looked at him with slight surprise.
“Unexpected to see you here, Sakurai-san.”
Hayato was silent for a moment.
Then his face became more serious.
“After everything that happened… I thought a lot.”
He lowered his gaze.
“When something happened to Amano-san…
Then to Ai…
I realized that every time I turn out to be useless.”
He involuntarily clenched his fists.
“If you hadn’t been there…
I don’t know how it would have ended.”
He was silent for a few seconds.
Then continued quietly:
“I don’t want something like that to happen again.
I want to become stronger.
Not for myself.
But so that next time I can protect the people dear to me myself.”
I silently looked at him.
That’s why…
That’s why you became the protagonist of this story.
Even now, you’re thinking not about yourself.
For some reason, something unpleasant twisted inside me.
Not envy.
And not anger at Hayato himself.
Rather…
Irritation at how right a person he was.
I slowly exhaled.
“That’s a good goal, Sakurai-san.”
Hayato raised his head.
“Really?”
“Of course.
If you’ve really decided to train…
I can help.
But I’ll warn you right away.
It won’t be easy.”
A sincere smile appeared on Hayato’s face.
“Thank you, Kurisaki-kun!
I’ll be very grateful.”
I nodded and shifted my gaze to Mio.
She had been watching our conversation with interest.
“Mio-san.”
She tilted her head questioningly.
“What is it?”
“Since we’ve already met…
Do you want to have a little competition?”
Her eyes immediately lit up.
“Oh?
In what?”
“One hundred meters.
And then four hundred.”
Silence hung for a few seconds.
Then Mio laughed loudly.
“Ha-ha-ha!”
She demonstratively looked me up and down.
“Kurisaki-kun…
You’re huge, of course…”
She poked me in the chest with her finger.
“But while this big guy gets off the starting line…”
She pointed her thumb behind her back with a smug smile.
“I’ll already be standing at the finish line!”
I just smiled slightly.
“We’ll see.”
Mio narrowed her eyes.
A wide, competitive smile appeared on her face.
“Then it’s decided!”
She confidently put her hands on her hips.
“I’ll train even harder.”
Then she turned to Hayato.
“Did you hear that? You’re not slacking off either. You’ll be timing us.”
“Yes, captain,” Hayato replied jokingly.
A few minutes later, we were already standing on a small stadium not far from the residential complex.
A completely ordinary running track.
A couple of pull-up bars.
A small stand.
In the mornings, there was almost no one here.
Mio shook her legs a few times, warming up her muscles.
A confident smile shone on her face.
“Well, Kurisaki-kun?
Changed your mind?”
I calmly took a position on the adjacent lane.
“No.”
Hayato stayed a little behind, preparing to time us on his phone.
“Then…
On your marks!”
We placed our feet in the blocks at the same time.
I threw a short glance at Mio.
She really was proud of her running.
And not without reason.
In the original story, she was one of the best track athletes in the school.
It was precisely this pride…
This constant desire to be first…
That eventually became her weakness.
The coach noticed it before anyone else.
First praise.
Then extra training.
Then promises to bring her to the national level.
Step by step, he learned to control her desire to win and corrupt her.
But that wouldn’t happen anymore.
“Three…
Two…
One!
Go!”
We took off from the starting line at the same time.
For the first twenty meters, Mio really pulled ahead.
But after just a few steps, Ren’s body fully opened up.
Every movement was powerful and surprisingly light.
I caught up with her without much effort.
And then…
Calmly pulled ahead.
Finish.
Mio stopped a few seconds later.
At first, she just blinked in surprise.
Then she laughed.
“Wow!
I didn’t expect that!”
She walked up to me, still smiling.
“Again!”
I just nodded.
Second attempt.
Start.
This time Mio pushed herself noticeably harder.
The result was the same.
Third.
Fourth.
Fifth.
Each time the gap between us changed only slightly.
But I remained the winner every time.
Mio’s smile gradually disappeared.
She frowned more and more with displeasure.
After the next finish, the girl exhaled irritably.
“This can’t be…”
I saw how it was starting to get to her.
So on the next start, I decided to slow down a little.
Just a tiny bit.
To reduce the gap.
However, the moment we crossed the finish line, Mio looked straight into my eyes.
“Kurisaki-kun.”
I raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“You held back just now.”
It wasn’t a question.
It was a statement.
I smiled.
“A little.”
She immediately frowned.
“Don’t do that again.”
Her voice suddenly became serious.
“If I lose…
Then I lose fairly.
I don’t need a victory out of pity.”
For a few seconds, we silently looked at each other.
Then I gave a short nod.
“Understood.”
And at that moment, the smile returned to her face.
This time…
Completely different.
Not self-confident.
But competitive.
“Then it’s settled!”
She confidently put her hands on her hips.
“I’ll train even harder.”
Then she turned to Hayato.
“Did you hear that? You’re not slacking off either. You’ll be timing us.”
“Yes, captain,” Hayato replied jokingly.
They exchanged a few more phrases, while I simply stood nearby and watched silently. Mio was the complete opposite of Yuki — proud, straightforward, with a burning competitive fire inside. It was girls like her who most often became victims of the “coach” or other manipulators in the original game.
But now everything would be different.
After the seventh run, we finally stopped.
Mio was breathing heavily, hands on her knees, but her face still shone with a competitive smile. Hayato approached us, showing the time on his phone.
“We should get going,” he said.
Mio straightened up and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Her sportswear was slightly sticking to her body, emphasizing her strong thighs and toned figure.
“Okay… that’s enough for today,” she said, still slightly out of breath. “Kurisaki-kun, you’re a real monster. But I’m not going to give up.”
She poked me with her finger.
“Tomorrow at the same time. And the day after. And every day until I beat you.”
I nodded shortly.
“Deal.”
Mio smirked with satisfaction, then turned to Hayato.
“You too, don’t slack off. You’ll be timing us.”
“Yes, captain,” Hayato replied jokingly.
They exchanged a few more phrases for another couple of minutes, while I simply stood nearby and watched silently. Mio was the complete opposite of Yuki — proud, straightforward, with a burning competitive fire inside. It was precisely girls like her who most often became victims of the “coach” or other manipulators in the original game.
But now everything would be different.
Finally, Mio waved her hand.
“Okay, we need to get ready for school.
See you!”
Hayato also nodded to me in farewell, and the two of them headed toward the residential complex. I watched them until they disappeared around the corner.
Then I slowly exhaled.
Ren’s body was simply burning.
Not from running. From everything at once.
From the sight of Mio’s tense thighs during the sprint. From her sweaty skin glistening in the sun. From the way she breathed heavily after the finish, her chest heaving under her sports top. From her competitive gaze and the promise “until I beat you.”
My cock was rock hard.
Thick, heavy, painfully tense. It pressed so hard against the fabric of my shorts that I involuntarily clenched my jaw. If not for the wide, loose shorts I had specifically chosen to wear this morning, it would have been very noticeable.
“Damn… again…”
I imagined how we would compete not on the running track, but in bed.
How Mio, with the same competitive spark in her eyes, would look at me from above, trying to take control. How I would flip her over, pin her to the bed with my weight, and enter her sharply and deeply. How she would first snap at me, and then start moaning, demanding more. How her long legs would wrap around my waist, and her body would tremble with every thrust.
I shook my head, driving the images away.
“Calm down,” I quietly said to myself under my breath in a low voice. “You’re not an animal.”
But my body thought otherwise. The erection wasn’t going down. It pulsed, demanding attention, and I understood that at home I would once again be waiting for a “release.” Of course, not just one.
I adjusted my shorts, glad that I had chosen this model today — loose and long enough to hide the treacherous bulge. Then I took a deep breath of the cool morning air and headed home.