Chapter 110“This is it!” Bethany declared excitedly, gesturing to the giant sign that was obvious to all three of us.
“Fighting Ga Tournant.” I read the sign. “So, how big is this gaming team you want
to join?”
It was the following day, and Bethany and Dawn had dragged
out. According to Bethany, she wanted to be on a team, but they would only let her join if she brought a boy with her. Thus, after Dawn let it slip that I wasn’t bad at video gas, she decided to promise that she’d bring a guy to register with the team, volunteering
without asking. There was a second reason to be excited about this event too. The only reason Bethany had even heard about it was that they had hired Dawn to do the photography for it. This was the first ti she’d be paid to work. It wasn’t much, as this competition was local and the cash reward was only $500, but it was the principle of the thing.
“Fighting? Is that like the gas where people just punch each other?” Samantha asked.
Samantha had also tagged along. It was her day with
according to her agreent with Abigail. Even though I was busy, she was unwilling to forfeit her day and thus ca to cheer
on. I also wouldn’t be surprised if a jealous Abigail was hiding sowhere, stalking
from afar.
“No… it’s a variety of gas.” Bethany explained. “They called it fighting as an alternative to competitive because there already is a local competitive ga tournant. It still had all kinds of gas. Shooters, fighters, racers, and sports are all possible. We can decide which circuit we want to be involved in.”
“You don’t ga, Samantha?” Dawn asked.
“O-of course I do!” She puffed her chest out proudly. “I just usually play shooters.”
“Shooters…” Bethany couldn’t help make a face. “You an, like military shooters that co out every year?”
“Yeah! You play?” Samantha asked, her eyes lighting up.
“Not a real gar then.” Bethany sighed, and Dawn snorted, covering her mouth.
“What’s that supposed to an?” Samantha took a step forward, but I lifted a hand on her chest.
“It ans, you’re cute just the way you are.” I declared, trying to maintain the peace.
Samantha flushed, likely realizing she was trying to bully my little sister in front of
and that it would look really bad. I realized my hand was on her chest. My hand couldn’t help but squeeze her soft lon before I willed myself to snatch my hand away. Samantha looked down at her chest and then back at , cocking her head as if she didn’t understand why I had suddenly looked away.
Although I was growing increasingly used to this world, I still occasionally experienced monts of shock or surprise, even months later. This was a world where a woman’s chest wasn’t sacred, and I could grab one and rather than being slapped, they’d rely look at
like I was strange. I an, I probably couldn’t go around public just squeezing a girl’s breasts, but whether it was my mother, sisters, or girlfriends, there was no limit.
In general, I knew that my behavior since coming to this world had beco timider and less aggressive. So would even accuse
of becoming feminized. When the world constantly pressured you to act a certain way, it beca rather easy to fall into that role. If you were constantly told you’re a victim, it’s easy to act like a victim. If you’re constantly told you can do anything, then you would be able to do anything. For , I just found it easier to get by assuming a passive role. My tips were larger, my social life was improved, and the girls were happier. It also ant that when the ti ca to assert my dominance, I could catch people off guard and get my way.
My sisters seed to see the pseudo-flirting between Samantha and myself and didn’t like it. Dawn rolled her eyes while Bethany puffed out her cheeks before reaching out and grabbing my arm, pulling
to her. She pressed her chest against my arm, but there wasn’t much there. She still shot Samantha a defiant look, who responded by scratching her head and laughing awkwardly.
“Let’s get going! We need to et the rest of the team. We’re just here today to sign up and touch base.” Bethany imdiately began pulling my arm.
I shrugged helplessly as she pulled
on ahead and the two other girls followed after giving each other a look. I was dragged into the hallway where I imdiately saw various ga posters on the walls. Most of them involved won in cool-looking outfits, but occasionally there was an image of a man who was wearing sothing extrely scantily clad. It would probably bother
more, but honestly, there were far more images of won.
Most of the n at least attempted to have their chests covered up, but it wasn’t uncommon to see a woman with her boobs hanging out in a poster everyone passed by. Won wore holey jeans, outfits with caltoe, their butts exposed, and their naked breasts on display. Comparatively, the n were almost puritan in appearance. However, if you asked anyone, it was the n being exploited in this world. After all, female chests weren’t taboo in this world. They still wore swimsuits and bras. After all, gravity was still a thing, but when a woman wanted to look macho, her shirt ca off.
“Guys, I’m going to go scope out the location. See where I need to be to get the best pictures and stuff. I’ll see you later.” Dawn explained before taking off to the side.
I gave her a wave and decided to not dwell on the eye candy all around
and instead focused on where Bethany was pulling . As she started to approach a group of girls standing to the side, my eyes couldn’t help but pop. That’s because I recognized one of the girls in the group. When she saw , she also turned rigid.
“What the hell is he doing here?” She snapped as soon as Bethany approached.
Bethany’s eyes widened. “Wh-what do you an? You wanted
to bring a boy?”
“Hey, Avery, it’s been a while.”
The girl was none other than Avery, the juvey bully who was blackmailing Kristy. It probably wasn’t that surprising though. Avery was the sa age as Kristy. Bethany was 14 now, so they were only a year apart. Although the twins never hung with Bethany as they had each other, it wasn’t odd for Bethany to hang with girls.
“I didn’t an him!” She snapped.
“What does it matter what boy? Boys suck at video gas anyway.” An older girl with glasses spoke up. “We’re just having him because the rules allow us a handicap as long as we have a boy on the team.”
The other two girls I didn’t recognize. They weren’t the ones that had been tagging along with her from before. One of the girls looked to be about Bethany’s age, while the other looked a bit older.
“How did you two et?” I asked Avery suspiciously.
“She occasionally volunteers…” Bethany responded.
“I have to do community service!” Avery responded.
It seed like Bethany was still volunteering in house building, and Avery had to do it as part of her community service.
“You’re not bothering my youngest sister as so kind of bullying, are you?” I asked, a small smile on my face.
Avery suddenly shook, a flash of fear on her face. The last ti she had attacked Kristy and Kelsey, I had beat her up and threatened her. It seed like that fear was still in her.
She waved her hands frantically. “It’s nothing like that! I have nothing against Bethany. We just both ga! That’s it! I swear.”
I continued to look at her with a suspicious look, but that’s when Samantha wrapped her arm around , apparently not liking the look these girls were giving . Her casual flexing caused
to almost laugh, but then again, I did bang Avery, so she had so reason. She was the oldest girl there by at least a year, a point she used to her advantage.
That’s when the younger girl spoke up. “He has a girlfriend too? La…”
“If he can’t ga, then even with a handicap we’re not going to get very far. I want to win this!” Avery declared, shooting
a defiant look. “If you want to join, you’re going to have to prove to us that you’ve got the skill.”
I shot Bethany a side look, feeling just a bit annoyed over the seeming hostility. They kind of reminded
of my lunch friends. In short, they were all kind of geeks. Well, Avery probably wasn’t a geek, but thanks to circumstances she beca known as a pervert. After that, the only people who would still hang out with her were those she could bully and geeks. Since I scared off the people she was bullying and emasculated her, it turned out she ended up here. At least, that was my guess.
Bethany returned my look with a desperate plea. I eventually sighed and nodded.
“Alright, let’s go.”
I thought we’d end up going back to soone’s house, but apparently, the young one had a backpack on her with a complete rig. There was a portable screen, a ga system, and controllers all in her backpack. We ended up sitting right there in the lobby as she set up the entire thing in a few minutes. I had to say I was impressed. So, Bethany brought the boy, the girl brought the rig, the glasses girl brought the smarts, and Avery brought the guts. My job was bringing a boy’s handicap. I didn’t know if I should feel embarrassed or amused.
“What about you?” The girl in glasses asked Samantha.
“I’m just here to support my boyfriend.” Samantha managed to say without blushing for once.
“You ga?”
“Yeah! I play a lot of popular shooters.”
She sighed. “Not a gar then.”
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” Samantha gave an irritated expression.
“Alright, then, here are the rules! We’re going to play so Peach Smash Sisters.” The younger girl declared once the setup was booting. “If you’re able to beat
in two out of three rounds, then we’ll let you in.”
“I thought you just wanted to see if I was good enough to play with a handicap. Now, you seem to expect
to be better than you.”
“Don’t worry…” she gave a smirk that didn’t look trustworthy at all. “I’ll go easy on you.”
As I frowned, Avery shot
a defiant look. “You either can complete the task, or leave! You’re not scared little cock, are you?”
“Hey… guys…” Bethany tried to step in.
“Just like a cock, it gets scared and shrinks into their little hiding place. Now, a pussy can take a pounding.” Avery laughed.
“You’d know,” I responded, causing her laughter to break into a cough.
Samantha shot her a slightly hard and jealous look, and Avery imdiately quieted down, looking in any direction other than the older and territorial woman. I wasn’t sure if Avery was aware, but Samantha had grown a bit violent since we started officially dating. She’d been in no less than two fights over my alleged honor. Considering what was going on in her ho life with her mother and father divorcing and her mother’s sexual assault, most people didn’t bla her.
I felt like I was responsible for destroying her ho life, but Samantha didn’t bla
at all. She was ashad that I had been dragged into her ho drama. I had decided the best I could do was stay by her and not abandon her again. If she was having a hard ti, then I’d be with her.
“What?” She asked as she realized I was looking at her.
“You’re cute sotis,” I responded, causing Samantha’s cheeks to blush.
“Are you going to play, or are you going to flirt with your girlfriend!” The younger girl snapped.
“Hand
the controller,” I ordered.
It was ti to get to business.
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