You're Definitely Done for, Sis

The tennis ball flew at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow. To the astonishment of the crowd, the ball slammed heavily to the ground, then bounced off and struck the wall, tracing a sharp arc in the air. Fushimi Makoto casually raised his hand, and the tennis ball returned to his grasp with remarkable precision.

"This ball represents ten years of training. Can you catch it?" Fushimi Makoto scanned the crowd.

The two beautiful women's eyes flickered, and it was unclear what they were thinking.

Yukino and Utaha looked up at the same time, their eyes brimming with excited fighting spirit.

The five sisters were all visibly astonished, seemingly still reeling from the immense power of the sphere.

Then...

Eriri Spencer Sawamura stepped onto the stage, her legs trembling, her little expression utterly adorable. "I... I'm coming!"

Chapter 385 Sisters Who Are Guaranteed to Die

"Since Makoto is a boy, and everyone knows he's good at sports, his score will be calculated normally. Girls will get an extra 4 points for each point they score, making it 5 points. Whoever gets 11 points first wins."

On the sidelines, Nakano Ichika chuckled as she announced the rules she had come up with.

"We agree!" Nino and the others immediately chimed in, clearly having already discussed it beforehand.

"I agree." Sawamura Sayuri raised her hand in a very girlish manner.

Yukino and Utaha naturally couldn't object.

They dream of defeating Fushimi Makoto.

No matter where or what the competition, they all wanted to beat Fushimi Makoto at least once.

Even in bed...

"Although this rule sounds very abstract and unfair, as Ryoma Echizen's unofficial disciple, I am willing to accept this unfair duel." Fushimi Makoto held his tennis racket, striking a pose from The Prince of Tennis.

"I've been wanting to ask this since earlier, who is this Ryoma Echizen you're talking about?" Sawamura Sayuri couldn't help but ask.

"A man who brought unscientific tennis into my world. Alright, Eriri Spencer Sawamura, you serve first." Fushimi Makoto waved his racket, indicating that the match could begin.

"I... I'm going to go!"

Eriri Spencer Sawamura seemed to be encouraging herself, letting out a cute shout, tossing up the tennis ball, and then hitting it down hard.

She's now a disciplined girl who exercises regularly, and with the massages from the previous two sessions, the [Fantasy Badge] has already helped improve her physical fitness. So, when she put all her strength into the ball, it actually produced a piercing whistling sound.

"Nice posture," Fushimi Makoto commented, slowly raising his hand and giving a gentle pat.

The two players went back and forth, and the sound of tennis balls being hit echoed continuously across the court.

After overcoming her initial nervousness, Eriri Spencer Sawamura discovered that she could actually hold her own against Fushimi Makoto, and her courage and resilience gradually became apparent.

From then on, she no longer threw the ball haphazardly, but instead constantly sought the most difficult angles, and then countered with her extraordinary explosiveness and agility.

Two minutes later, Yukino and the others on the sidelines had a change in expression.

"He really went easy on me after all," Sawamura Sayuri said with a smile.

It should be released into the sea.

Mrs. Yukinoshita thought to herself, but said calmly, "He must have noticed Eriri Spencer Sawamura's guilty conscience a long time ago, so his leisurely stroll to play ball has boosted Eriri Spencer Sawamura's confidence and given her more motivation."

"That's what I was thinking too. But then again, is Makoto planning to keep controlling the score and maintain a 0-0 tie for the whole day?" Sawamura Sayuri guessed.

Mrs. Yukinoshita paused, a thoughtful look on her face. "You know what, it really is something he's capable of doing."

The conversation between Yukino and the others was similar.

Tennis is an extremely physically demanding sport that requires a lot of energy in a short period of time. Only two minutes have passed, and everyone can see the sweat on Eriri Spencer Sawamura's forehead. Even her breathing is not as smooth as it was two minutes ago.

In contrast, Fushimi Makoto remained as casually strolling as ever. Every time he seemed to be swinging his racket around, he always managed to feed the ball to Eriri Spencer Sawamura with pinpoint accuracy.

If outsiders saw this, they would probably think the two of them were having a coaching match.

It's like a coach mentoring a newcomer.

"If this continues, will we even have a chance to play again?" Nakano Ichika looked at the two players on the court who hadn't scored yet and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"He can definitely still play, but if Makoto plays like this against everyone, it will probably be 8 pm by the time we all take turns playing." Nakano Nino also seemed helpless.

At that moment, Yukino and Utaha walked over, and the former said, "Let me and my senior go next."

Ichika and the others were stunned. "You all together?"

"Yeah, you guys noticed too, right? This guy is deliberately controlling the score. Eriri Spencer Sawamura's strength is too far behind his. If this continues, unless Eriri Spencer Sawamura runs out of energy and has to leave the field, this boring match won't end," Yukino said, offering her analysis.

Utaha took off her tennis cap, tidying her hair as she did so. "I just discussed it with Yukinoshita, and we decided to team up, two against one. With Fushimi's skill, he definitely won't refuse."

"Two against one?" Nakano Ichika rarely showed such a strange expression. "Looks like you guys really want to win."

Yukino and Utaha exchanged a glance, but neither of them spoke.

"Will they win?" Nakano Yotsuba asked, as if out of curiosity.

Yukino disliked boasting, and she replied earnestly, "I can only say there's a chance, but the chance is rather slim."

"You're boosting their morale while diminishing your own," Utaha said, demonstrating her extensive knowledge; she even knew some Chinese idioms.

"Does senpai have the confidence to defeat him?" Yukino looked over.

"Of course there is. If we don't go into battle with the determination to win, what's the point of us teaming up?"

"While those words may sound encouraging, unfortunately, I can tell that your confidence is far less than you claim."

Yukino's words reminded Ichika and the others.

Now Ichika also started discussing with her sisters how to form teams, turning them all into two-on-one teams.

While leisurely feeding Fushimi Makoto the ball on the court, Eriri Spencer Sawamura's senses covered the entire tennis hall, and he naturally heard the girls' conversations.

Just like Utaha said, he wouldn't object to a two-on-one situation, since the outcome was already predetermined.

Meanwhile, Eriri Spencer Sawamura, who was opposite him, was already panting heavily. With each swing of her racket, he could feel the girl's stamina declining.

As Eriri Spencer Sawamura ran back and forth, her skirt fluttered, revealing black safety shorts that appeared to be slightly damp with sweat; sometimes, you could even see beads of sweat trickling down her slender legs.

To be honest, the scene is a bit erotic.

At least that's what Fushimi Makoto thinks.

Another minute passed, Eriri Spencer Sawamura finally couldn't run anymore. She panted and bent over slightly, throwing her racket to the ground. With her hands on her knees, she said intermittently, "I can't do it anymore."

Fushimi Makoto raised his racket and looked at the girls on the sidelines. "Please carry her away, next one."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura, panting, went downstairs to get some water.

The two players taking the stage this time are Yukino and Utaha.

A group of beautiful girls with long, straight black hair.

Oh, no, it should be called the Black Ponytail Duo.

They all tied their hair into ponytails, which made it easier for them to move around.

"You'll go easy on me, right?" Compared to Yukino's seriousness, Utaha's smile was charming.

"That depends on your performance," Fushimi Makoto said, mimicking Yukino's serious expression.

What does "looking at performance" mean?

"If you give it your all, I will give it my all too. If you go easy on me, I will go easy on you too."

"... I suddenly feel like punching you."

On the sidelines, Sawamura Sayuri watched her daughter gulping down water, a look of satisfaction in her eyes. "Your physical condition has improved a lot!"

Eriri Spencer Sawamura put down the water bottle, her face showing exhaustion, but her tone was extremely excited. "Yes, all of this is the benefit of exercise."

"I just compared the two, and you're already better than your mother."

"Of course! Because I'll become... um, the Sawamura Family's Supergirl someday," Eriri Spencer Sawamura said, blushing as she revealed her dream.

She made her decision after witnessing Fushimi Makoto's superhuman performance.

Sawamura Sayuri chuckled, taking it as just typical teenage behavior and not giving it much thought.

On the field.

Although everyone heard Fushimi Makoto's speech, Utaha immediately returned to her best form after Yukino threw the first pitch.

They absolutely will not let anyone off the hook.

Every time they swung their rackets, they were able to hit the best shot thanks to their superior physical abilities compared to Eriri Spencer Sawamura, but Fushimi Makoto always managed to return it with ease.

The two sides clashed for a while, and at the one and a half minute mark, Fushimi Makoto his racket with a little more force, which they noticed but still couldn't return.

"1-0, keep it up!" Nakano Ichika cheered for Yukino and the other two from the sidelines, though no one knew if she really thought so.

"Logically speaking, Eriri Spencer Sawamura has already exhausted some of his energy, so we should have a chance." Yukino picked up the tennis ball, her brows furrowed.

"With Eriri Spencer Sawamura's figure, which could be blown away by the wind, what could she possibly consume?" Utaha offered a sharp critique.

Then, she recalled the scene of herself and Fushimi Makoto home base.

We're definitely going to lose today!

She blushed slightly for some reason and sighed inwardly.

Given that she couldn't even get out of bed back then, her legs were so weak she could only stay huddled under the covers, she saw no hope of winning today's contest.

The fighting continued.

Not only could Fushimi Makoto easily retaliate, but he also had the leisure to slowly admire the long legs of the two beautiful girls opposite him.

Although they all have stunningly beautiful legs, strictly speaking, their legs actually represent different styles of beauty.

Yukino is more delicate and tender, as are Eriri Spencer Sawamura and Sawamura Sayuri.

Utaha has more flesh on her legs, but not in a flabby way; rather, it's the kind of sexy style that makes people want to act impulsively at first glance Nakano Ichika and the others also have this kind of beauty.

However, Utaha was taller, so her legs were longer and fuller.

In addition, Utaha sways a lot when she runs, which is an advantage that Yukino doesn't have.

"It's 8-0 now, can you keep going?" As the score gap widened, Nakano Ichika raised her hands from the sidelines, making a megaphone shape with her hands to her mouth.

Utaha picked up the tennis ball from the ground, her full chest heaving violently, her breathing erratic.

Aside from her intimate moments with Fushimi Makoto, she rarely experiences such severe physical exhaustion.

Yukino was standing next to her, was in a slightly better condition, but not by much.

Even though Yukino was strengthened by the [Fantasy Badge] earlier and more often, the gap between her and Fushimi Makoto is still too great.

Hearing Utaha's voice, Yukino couldn't help but recall what Nakano Yotsuba had just said.

So she turned to Utaha, panting, and asked, "Will we win?"

Utaha rolled her eyes. "You're hopeless, sister."

Although she really wanted to win, recognizing reality was the most important thing.

However, after replying to Yukino, she suddenly laughed, "Actually, I have a way to win, and it's a way that guarantees a 100% win rate."

Yukino frowned. "Isn't that an unorthodox method?"

Utaha pretended not to hear and chuckled softly, "As long as you take off your safety shorts and continue the game, we can win."

Yukino's face darkened. "Why weren't you the one who took them off?"

"If you take it off, I'll take it off too."

"... madness!"

Both knew it was just a joke, and after a brief exchange, they continued the competition.

The final score was 11-1. Fushimi Makoto lost a point, allowing them to score one. Although it could be counted as 5 points according to the rules, it was still far from enough.

"You did a great job, now it's our turn!" Nakano Ichika handed Yukino and the other girl water.

"Thank you." Yukino and Utaha quickly unscrewed the bottle caps; they were really thirsty.

Ichika turned to Nino, "It's our turn!"

Nino nodded firmly, and then... they were blocked.

Sawamura Sayuri stretched her shoulders and smiled, "Why don't we go first?"

Beside her was Mrs. Yukinoshita, whose face clearly said, "I'm not interested."

The girls were all stunned.