Sports Festival

“Ha… ha… ha—”

Marin clutched her chest, crouching at the stairwell. Oh my God, oh my God, aahhh! What was wrong with me back there? I almost got into a real fight with Komi! And we’ve only known each other for a day!

No way, am I actually some kind of pervert?

*Slap!*

Marin smacked her flushed cheeks with both hands. Calm down, calm down, calm down! The cultural festival was about to start, and she needed to get going. Marin adjusted her clothes, muttering to herself. Seriously, when we heard someone outside the classroom door, she and Komi had instinctively turned back-to-back and bolted. Thinking about it now, it was kind of hilarious—

…Wait.

Is this *my* bra?!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

The size was *exactly* the same! Even the little bump where Komi’s nipple had pressed against the bra matched perfectly with her own—

*Thud!*

Marin’s feet slipped, and she plopped onto the floor in a clumsy duck-sit. At the same moment, Komi, realizing she was wearing the wrong bra, nearly fainted into Tadano’s arms. Sunlight poured over the joint cultural festival field of the two schools, colorful flags fluttering in the breeze. The air was thick with the savory aroma of grilled takoyaki and the excited cheers of students.

In the center of the field, the sports competition kicked off the festival, igniting everyone’s enthusiasm. Students from both schools, decked out in their respective athletic uniforms, were raring to go. The stands buzzed with handmade cheer signs, the atmosphere so electric it seemed to banish any trace of the autumn chill.

“Marin-chan! Marin-chan!”

“Huh? What’s up, Noha-chan?”

“Your face is *way* too red!” Noha Sugaya teased, twirling her twin tails as she eyed her flustered best friend. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous, Marin-chan!”

“Uh, maybe a little?”

“I get it! You’ve got a rival from the other school!”

“Huh?”

“The ace among the girls at Itan High, their school idol, known as a goddess—Komi Shouko!”

“Ehh?!”

“She’s super pretty, but I think Marin’s even better! No matter what, we’ve gotta win the beauty pageant!”

“Absolutely!!!”

“Hey, where’d all this energy come from?!” Marin laughed, eyeing her classmates, who were practically vibrating with enthusiasm. It was almost *too* intense!

A chorus of voices erupted—something about the two schools’ rare joint festival, a once-in-a-decade event, and their class’s determination to dominate. Marin played along effortlessly, feeding the class’s growing hype.

She’d almost forgotten about the beauty pageant later. She’d probably face off against Komi again, but this time, she wasn’t going to lose! Marin’s smile shone brighter than the sun overhead, her waving arms sparking another wave of excitement among her classmates. Across the field, Komi watched quietly, her navy-blue tracksuit accentuating her serene, statuesque presence. Her long, dark hair swayed gently in the breeze, a blue headband peeking through her locks, elegant as a classical painting. Only her flushed cheeks and wide eyes betrayed that she wasn’t as calm as she appeared.

“Is Komi-san scoping out the competition?” Ren Yamai, Komi’s ultimate fangirl, poked her head out. “That famous model over there’s acting all cocky! But no way she’s prettier than Komi-sama!”

Marin radiated an infectious, vibrant energy, practically lighting up the field. Yet Komi’s quiet charm held its own, untouchable like moonlight in the sky.

“Tch, *bitch*!” Yamai muttered darkly under her breath before switching back to her cheerful self. “Komi-san’s gonna win, no question—beauty pageant, sports, everything! But why’s that girl signed up for all the same events as Komi-san? What’s her deal?!”

*It’s a coincidence*, Komi thought to herself. But it didn’t feel like one. It felt like fate. At that moment, Marin looked her way, and their eyes met. The noisy field seemed to fall silent, the air thick with an unspoken tension.

Their gazes locked in the center of the field, the atmosphere freezing for a moment. Marin planted her hands on her hips, a confident smirk on her lips, though her eyes couldn’t help but size up Komi.

*Wow, she’s gorgeous…* Marin thought. That long, dark hair and quiet aura—she was like the perfect heroine straight out of an anime! Komi’s elegance would make her unbeatable in a cosplay of a cool, aloof character. A twinge of jealousy stirred in Marin’s chest. *Does Gojo-kun like that type? Hmph!*

Komi, on the other side, felt Marin’s fiery gaze. She bit her lip, her fingers trembling slightly with nerves, a mix of emotions swirling inside. *So dazzling…* Komi wrote in her mind. That golden hair, that confident smile, that unapologetic energy. *If I could be as bold as her, talking so easily with everyone—she’s the version of me I’m jealous of.*

Their thoughts tangled: mutual jealousy, their crushes’ possible admiration for the other, and that intense, evenly matched clash from before.

At the same moment, both girls’ minds flashed back to their encounter in the classroom—the frenzied kiss, the clash of their breasts, the wild passion that didn’t feel like themselves.

That strange heat surged again!

Their eyes locked once more!

Marin tilted her head up, flashing her usual grin and waving. “Komi!”

All eyes from both schools turned to her.

Marin straightened, her curves perfectly outlined by her tight tracksuit, her chest bouncing slightly as she moved, drawing every guy’s gaze. She mouthed words only Komi could read: *“Let’s duel!”*

Komi responded silently, her posture stiffening, her own impressive chest standing firm against Marin’s in a silent challenge, noticeable only to Tadano.

A showdown was brewing—

The field’s noise faded, leaving only their locked gazes, a mix of rivalry and desire, like a fated clash. The competition began with the long jump. Marin went first, charging down the runway like a pink whirlwind, her movements light yet powerful. She landed with an exaggerated cosplay-style pose, sparking cheers from the crowd.

Komi took a deep breath and stepped onto the runway. Her strides were graceful, like a dancer’s, each step carrying a silent rhythm. She jumped and landed so smoothly she barely stirred the sand. The results came in—Marin led by just two centimeters!

The crowd roared; the gap was razor-thin. In the 100-meter sprint, Komi struck back, edging out Marin by a mere 0.1 seconds.

The field’s excitement hadn’t cooled when the midday sun turned brutal, the heat rising off the track in shimmering waves. The long-distance race began under a scorching sky, the plastic track practically sizzling. Marin and Komi stood at the starting line, their white tracksuits gleaming, soaked with sweat and clinging to their curves.

The whistle blew, and they took off, their steps light but fierce. The crowd’s noise seemed swallowed by the heat, leaving only their panting breaths and rhythmic footsteps.

The heat made sweat pour from them, their tracksuits becoming a second skin. The fabric over their chests turned transparent, revealing deep cleavage that drew every eye. Marin’s ample breasts bounced with each stride, her nipples rubbing against the wet fabric, sending tingles through her body. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes locked on Komi, accelerating as if to taunt her. Komi’s chest jiggled just as intensely, sweat dripping down her cleavage onto the track. Her face burned red, but her eyes blazed with defiance as she matched Marin’s pace.

They ran side by side, like two torrents clashing, sweat flying like lascivious raindrops on the scorching track. Marin’s breathing grew ragged, her breasts trembling under the soaked fabric, her nipples hardening as if signaling a challenge.

She glanced at Komi. “Not—gonna say something?”

“You—”

Komi didn’t respond, both too breathless from the intense race to banter or taunt.

The competition grew fiercer, their steps never more than half a stride apart, like destined rivals or mirror images. The crowd’s cheers were deafening, the boys mesmerized by their sweat-soaked curves. Marin and Komi’s panting mingled, sweat streaming from their chests, waists, and hips, their drenched uniforms sculpting their bodies like goddesses clashing under the sun.

The finish line loomed. Their eyes met in a final, fiery clash.

*Thud!* They crossed the line together, the timer showing a perfect tie!

Panting at the finish, they bent over, sweat dripping from their foreheads, chests, and hips, their soaked uniforms clinging tightly. They locked eyes, the air thick with unresolved tension, the crowd’s cheers drowned out by their heavy breaths and the drip of sweat.

The morning’s events ended with both girls neck-and-neck, their classes’ scores dead even. The afternoon continued with more sports, their rivalry laced with subtle respect and synergy.

At the high jump, Komi stood ready, her navy tracksuit hugging her elegant curves, her dark hair swaying like a moonlit cascade. Her cheeks flushed, her fingers pale with nerves, but her eyes burned with determination. She stole a glance at Marin, her face reddening further.

Marin, in her pink tracksuit, stood by the stands, her golden hair glinting like fire. Her hands rested on her hips, her chest trembling slightly under her tight top, drawing hungry stares. She watched Komi, her smile hiding a tangle of thoughts: *Komi’s figure is perfect—such a tiny waist, such a full chest… But I—*

She suddenly raised her hand and shouted, “Komi! You got this! Jump like a star!” Her voice was playful but sincere.

Komi froze, her blush deepening. *Why’s she cheering for me?* Tadano added softly, “Komi-san, you’ve got this!” Komi nodded, took a deep breath, and glided toward the runway. Her jump was flawless, her body arching like a bow, landing lightly. She claimed first place!

Marin clapped, running to Komi and patting her shoulder. “Komi, you were amazing!” Her fingers brushed Komi’s cool skin, her heart skipping a beat.

Komi, blushing, wrote, “Thank you, Marin.” She looked up shyly, then added, “Good luck in the next event.” Her handwriting trembled slightly, mirroring her racing heart.

Marin grinned. “Deal!!” But inside, she thought, *She’s cheering for me? Her eyes are so cute… But I still wanna beat her…*

The afternoon’s highlight was the cavalry battle. Each class fielded teams of three boys as the “horse,” with a girl riding on their shoulders, aiming to snatch the opposing team’s headband. Marin and Komi were their teams’ “knights.” The crowd went wild, waving signs proclaiming “Marin’s the Best!” or “Komi-san’s Unbeatable!”

Marin perched on Gojo Shinobu’s shoulders, her pink headband striking against her golden hair. She patted his shoulder, grinning like a mischievous fox. “Gojo-kun, let’s charge! Grab every headband, especially Komi’s! Don’t wimp out!” Her eyes locked on Komi, her smile brimming with excitement.

*This is so thrilling!* Adrenaline surged through Marin, like she was a magical girl facing a villain. *Bring it on!*

Across the field, Komi sat atop Katayama Makoto’s shoulders, with Tadano supporting from behind. Her blue headband swayed in her dark hair, her fingers pale with nerves. The crowd’s cheers flushed her cheeks, but her eyes were resolute, silently declaring, *I won’t lose.* Tadano encouraged her softly, “Komi-san, we’ve got you!” Komi nodded, scribbling “Full effort” on her notebook, sparking a surge of team morale.

Though quiet, her stubborn determination and hunger for victory shone in her gaze. The whistle blared, and the field erupted into chaos. Marin’s team charged like a pink whirlwind, Gojo leading with steady strides. Komi’s team moved like a silent current, Tadano calling out rhythms as they dodged other teams. Komi, wordless but decisive, directed her team straight for Marin.

The two teams collided in the center, the crowd roaring. Marin lunged, reaching for Komi’s blue headband, her movements swift as an eagle’s, her pink headband flapping like a taunt.

“Come on, Komi!” she called, her voice thrilled, her smirk sly. Komi dodged gracefully, like a dancer, her hand swiping at Marin’s pink headband, nearly grazing it.

*Slap! Slap! Slap!*

Their hands clashed, smacking each other’s arms, their panting mixing with the sharp sounds of flesh meeting flesh.

Their movements were a blur, headbands slipping as they tugged, teetering on the edge of falling. The battle heated up, dust swirling as their teams charged, sunlight glinting off the chaos. All eyes were on Marin and Komi.

Suddenly, their teams surged, and their chests collided, the soaked tracksuits outlining their deep cleavage, echoing their storage room clash. Marin let out a low “Ah—!” Komi’s breath hitched, her face flaming as she thought, *Her chest is so soft… such a weird feeling!*

The crowd exploded, cheers shaking the stands.

Marin’s team accelerated, Gojo gritting his teeth as they charged Komi. Marin leaned in, her fingers darting for Komi’s headband. “You’re not getting away this time!”

Komi, eyes laser-focused, steered her team to pivot, aiming for Marin’s pink headband. But a misstep from Tadano threw her off, and her hand missed, landing squarely on Marin’s chest.

*Slap!*

A crisp sound echoed, followed by Marin’s startled, almost sultry “Yah—!” The sound lingered, igniting a subtle spark.

The crowd fell silent for a beat, then erupted in laughter and catcalls.

Marin’s face flushed red, her eyes wide as she clutched her chest, staring at Komi. Komi, redder still, froze, her hand hovering in midair like a paused video.

Marin’s voice wavered, half-shocked, half-teasing. “K-Komi! That’s playing dirty!” Her eyes glinted mischievously, and in a low voice only a few could hear, she added, “What, jealous of my chest, Komi?”

Komi’s head practically steamed with embarrassment, while Gojo and Tadano exchanged awkward glances.

*Oh no—*

“Haha, just kidding!”

But who’d believe that? The tension was palpable! Marin and Komi locked eyes, cheeks burning but determination blazing.

Their teams clashed again, dust flying. In a flash, both reached for each other’s headbands. Marin’s right hand aimed for Komi’s blue headband, Komi’s left for Marin’s pink one. Simultaneously, they blocked each other—Marin’s left hand grabbed Komi’s right, Komi’s right clasped Marin’s left.

Their hands locked, fingers entwined like battling beasts. Marin’s pink manicured nails scraped against Komi’s natural ones, a faint scratching sound rising. Marin gripped tightly, feeling Komi’s cool palm; Komi held firm, her slender fingers trembling with effort.

Marin leaned forward, pressing her weight into Komi, their noses nearly touching, her smile provocative. Her golden hair fell over her shoulders, sweat dripping onto the field, her eyes burning. Komi, silent but unyielding, her face aflame, gripped harder, her fingers whitening.

Their hands pulled, fingers interlocked, knuckles grinding, their toned arms flexing under the sun, showcasing youthful strength. Both girls let out soft, frustrated whimpers, neither able to overpower the other, their trembling, sweat-soaked arms betraying the intensity of their struggle.

Their teams nearly collided, the boys sweating as they held firm. Marin and Komi’s locked hands tugged, their bodies drawing closer, the fabric of their tracksuits rubbing faintly.

Their chests brushed again, the soaked fabric clinging, their deep cleavage faintly visible, adding a sensual edge. A soft *“Pop!”* sounded as their arms pulled apart, their breasts pressing fiercely, Komi tilting her head up, Marin furrowing her brow. Their perfectly matched sizes formed a seamless “line” of cleavage under the transparent fabric.

“Ugh—ah—” Marin and Komi’s soft moans mingled, their intense chest-to-chest clash hiding their hardened nipples, though their aroused state was on the verge of exposure.

The battle grew frantic, their grip tightening, arms shaking. The crowd shouted, “They’re really going at it!” The tension was electric, as if they’d leap off their horses for a brawl.

Both knew their pose was less than ladylike, but the morning’s tight races and their unresolved storage room fight fueled their fire. Especially with Gojo and Tadano watching—they couldn’t back down!

Unable to grab the headbands with their hands locked, the loose fabric teetered. Marin leaned in, trying to knock Komi’s headband off with her forehead. Komi countered, pushing back to dislodge Marin’s.

Their foreheads collided, sweat mingling, breaths intertwining. Their hair tangled, black and gold mixing as they rubbed frantically, their eyes closer than ever, lashes nearly brushing, hot breaths hitting each other’s faces and necks, dry lips grazing flushed cheeks.

*Her sweaty hair’s sticking to my face—so annoying! Her lips are rough against my cheek—so uncomfortable! She won’t give up! I can’t either!*

*I must look awful, my face all twisted—Gojo, don’t look! I’ll win, then you can see me!*

*I’m trying so hard! Is Tadano watching? Only me!*

They were back in that classroom frenzy, minds blank except for the fight. Forgetting the crowd, forgetting their purpose, only knowing they were battling—and they *couldn’t* lose!

Sweat and saliva mixed on their faces, waves of desire surging. They wanted to bite each other’s cheeks, their breasts and nipples locked in combat, their bodies aching with need.

*No, no, I can’t hold back!*

*Let go and slap her!*

*Jump off and take her down!*

Their foreheads pressed tighter, headbands loosening. The pink and blue fabric tangled like swirling storms.

In a breathless moment, both headbands slipped off, fluttering like butterflies to the dusty ground.

Marin and Komi froze, hands still locked, foreheads touching, sweat and breaths mingling, eyes wide with shock.

The field fell silent, then exploded in cheers.

Their teams collapsed, drenched in sweat. Marin and Komi dismounted, standing in the dusty center, staring at each other, emotions swirling. Marin stepped forward impulsively, arms wide.

*What, is she gonna fight—*

“Komi! You’re so strong!” Marin hugged her tightly, their sweat-soaked chests pressing together, a soft jolt running through them.

Komi’s face burned, hesitating before hugging back, her fingers brushing Marin’s damp hair. *Her body’s so warm… like a game.*

The crowd cheered their “friendship,” oblivious to the undercurrent. The final event was a two-person three-legged race, a fun event with free teaming. Surprisingly, Marin and Komi were paired to represent the schools’ unity, their morning performance too dazzling to ignore.

Marin clapped excitedly. “Komi, we’re fighting together now!” Her eyes glinted slyly: *Her body’s so soft—what’ll it feel like tied together?*

Komi, blushing, wrote, “Let’s do our best.” Her heart raced with mixed feelings.

At the starting line, their legs were tied together, Marin’s hip brushing Komi’s waist, sparking a shiver. Marin leaned down, her full breasts swaying, and whispered, “Komi, your waist is so tiny!”

Komi, flustered by Marin’s radiant charm, blushed, her eyes wide like a startled cat’s. *Why does she have cat ears?* Marin rubbed her eyes, then slung an arm around Komi’s shoulders, their bodies close, their side breasts pressing, the soft sensation making them catch their breath.

*Her chest is so firm, so close…* Marin bit her lip, heart racing. *She smells so good—do I smell like sweat? That’s so embarrassing!*

*Her breasts are so soft, it’s weird…* Komi’s face burned, her mind screaming: *I have to sync with her, but she’s so attractive, it’s dizzying! How does she do this so easily? I don’t want to lose, or for her to hate me!*

The whistle blew, and they stumbled at first but soon found a rhythm. Marin called, “One, two! One, two!” Komi matched her steps silently. Their side breasts rubbed with each stride, the soaked fabric accentuating their curves, sweat dripping from their cleavage onto the binding strap. The crowd’s cheers faded, leaving only their synchronized breaths and steps, their bodies almost one.

From the storage room’s bare-chested clash to the cavalry battle’s soaked collision, now this synchronized friction stretched their thoughts infinitely. The world shrank to just each other, their hot breaths, their soft side breasts.

Their steps quickened, the friction sending shivers, sweat dripping. They crossed the finish line in perfect sync, taking first place to thunderous cheers.

Marin snapped back, her chest tingling, her body cool. She hugged Komi, their breasts pressing again, drawing a soft moan. “Komi! We’re amazing!”

Komi, trembling, whispered, “Thank you, Marin.” Her heart raced: *It’s just like a game hug—so big, so soft.*

The crowd swarmed, drowning them in noise. As the festival wound down, the setting sun bathed the field. Sweaty and exhausted, Marin and Komi headed to the locker room to shower. The air was thick with steam and youthful energy. In separate shower stalls, the sound of water masked their heavy breaths but not their restless hearts.

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