The Coercion of Scum

"Sorry……"

"Don't say sorry, it really has nothing to do with sunflower."

"Woo...really?"

"Ok."

It wasn't until Jasmine nodded her head truly that the sunflower bloomed with an innocent smile again.

"I'm so scared to death."

"Haha, I'm sorry, it may be a natural reflection of the body."

"So, what makes you unhappy?"

"Woo..."

As if choked, Jasmine's body shook suddenly, revealing a clear haze from her profile.

Because her reaction was so intense, even I noticed her unnaturalness.

I was blindfolded by my sunscreen and forced to smell...

At this time, I suddenly thought of a certain possibility.

Jasmine wears my clothes, and we often hug each other, so I guess she has an impression of my breath. Now the smell of me is in my nose. This brings back memories of Jasmine's pain and shame.

If you think about it carefully, it must be like this, because she wore my clothes and was held by me irresistibly. Judging from the panic expression on her face, she probably remembered that she was involuntarily coerced by me. Memories.

There is my smell on the sunscreen clothes but it is very light, so there will be a reaction. I can't think that my smell will give Jasmine such a deep shadow.

Thinking about it this way, the last time she mentioned the smell during the video call with me, the reaction was very intense.

"Jasmine? What's the matter?"

"No, no! Hahahaha, it's all over! Let's go, class is over."

She forcibly showed a okay look, picked up the sunscreen and patted sunflower on the back while turning her head to leave.

Although he said it was okay, this performance was simply a legendary traumatic sequelae.

"..."

When she turned around, she looked at me with abhorrence.

Chapter 13—Unfortunate Prologue

Of course, in the eyes of others, we must be loving couples, so enviable that they explode, and even show affection in physical education class.

But the situation from outsiders’ eyes doesn’t exist. Jasmine’s true identity is the object of coercion by me, and she had to become my girlfriend. Under the various tactics that I set up, she gradually fell into trouble, from contact to base. It didn't take long. Although we didn't have a relationship foundation, she couldn't resist my various requests.

Even though she was a beautiful girl with both good character, learning, talent and color at school, she actually had to obey all the unsightly requirements I put forward.

Oops, I am too happy to think so, having such a wonderful girlfriend, occasionally listening to her nightingale-like sound, and seeing her sometimes disgusted and broken expression is great.

In short, Jasmine is my beloved girlfriend for the time being.

ten minutes later--

"Be careful over there!"

"I will break through."

"Pass the ball!"

On the basketball court, my class and another class are playing basketball practice games in physical education class.

This is not a big deal, it's just normal practice, because the teacher wants me to experience as many activities as possible in the physical education class, so no matter it is basketball, football or volleyball, there have been games, but this time everyone chooses based on the vote. It’s basketball.

Unfortunately, the class I was playing against happened to be the class that Jasmine was in.

Playing with a group of boys who I don't know but familiar faces is really embarrassing. I don't know if it is my illusion, they should take special care of me because I am Jasmine's boyfriend.

"come on, come on, come on!!"

Next to the auditorium, there are cheers from the girls in the two classes from time to time. From my perspective, you can also see Jasmine and Sunflower—they are wearing tight-fitting white sports uniforms, and their lower bodies are red gymnastic shorts. Most of the beautiful legs of the purpose are exposed. Although they are under the sun, they are all wearing my sunscreen clothes, so they don't look very hot.

Really, why is it the turn of boys to exercise and girls only need to rest in the shade.

I successfully received the ball from my classmate, exchanged my legs dexterously and tried to break through, and then I found a good position, no matter if I made a shot and then went lazily.

Because it is already June, I can hardly open my eyes under the strong sun, and I have to play in this sweaty state, which is really uncomfortable.

Wiping a sweat from my chin, I skillfully dribbled the ball and disrupted the opponent's rhythm with cross steps, and the opponent's defender quickly moved away when he noticed that I was about to layup.

Damn it... this is not good.

Realizing that my tactics had been figured out so I couldn’t succeed, I quickly ran beyond the three-point line, grabbed the ball with both hands and aimed at the ball box——

Okay, no matter whether you can make a three-pointer or not, as long as you let the ball get out of your hand, it's all right.

"be careful!"

When I just stopped in shape and planned to make a three-pointer with a very low shooting percentage, Chihisa's voice came from behind.

Before I had time to react, my shoulder suddenly lost consciousness.

Not only that, I lost my balance as a whole, and my sight changed 180 degrees.

Hey?

I... I was hit by someone.

Because he was hit by someone as soon as he jumped up, he flew out miserably.

It wasn't until a quarter of a second after the whole body floated in the air because of loss of balance that I understood the development of the situation.

boom.

In the end, I turned upside down and accidentally hit the plastic floor with my face on the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

The most prominent nose on the face hit the ground. Although I subconsciously supported the ground with my hands in advance, I still felt that my nose became a little painful and a little wet.

There was a commotion nearby, and the teacher blew his whistle and hurried over.

"Classmate, are you okay?"