Kenta sought Shiori near the vending machines, rubbing the back of his neck with a slightly nervous smile. The hallway was filled with students buying drinks and snacks, and the air was filled with sounds of conversation and coins being dropped. Kenta was still wearing his basketball jersey from morning practice, and his sweat was still clinging to his broad shoulders.
"Hey, Shiori. We have a basketball match after school today against Class 3-B. It's kind of important for the standings. Would you… come watch? It'd be nice to have you there cheering for us."
Shiori blinked, her heart skipping a beat. She hadn't expected things to move this quickly.
This is perfect. A public setting. Miura will definitely be there. I can start making her feel the way she made me feel every single day. She kept her expression shy and hesitant, as if the invitation surprised her, her long black hair falling gently over one shoulder as she tilted her head.
"I… I don't know much about basketball," she said softly, looking up at him with wide hazel eyes. "But if you want me to come, I'll be there."
Kenta's face brightened immediately, his grin widening. "Great! We start at 4:30 in the gym.
See you then. I'll look for you in the stands."
He gave her a small wave before heading back to his friends. Shiori stood there for a moment longer, fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. I'm really doing this. I'm going to use this body to take revenge. Just a little at first.
Just enough to make Miura jealous. Nothing more. She could feel the small spark of satisfaction growing inside her, but it was still tangled with hesitation. What if I go too far? What if I start enjoying this too much? What if Kenta expects more than I'm ready to give?
The rest of the afternoon classes passed in a haze of nervous anticipation. Shiori found herself replaying the conversation over and over in her head during math and literature, barely registering the teacher's voice. Every time she shifted in her seat, she was reminded of her new body — the way her heavy breasts pressed against the desk, the way her thick thighs rubbed together under the pleated skirt.
She kept stealing glances at Miura across the room, noting how the girl's eyes flicked toward her with growing suspicion.
As the final bell sounded, she made her way to the gym. The bleachers were already starting to fill with students. The gym had the smell of polished wood and sweat, the air thick with excitement and the sounds of bouncing balls from the warm-ups.
Shiori found a seat near the front, smoothing her skirt over her thighs as she sat down. She felt eyes on her, some boys from another class whispering, some girls glancing over at her with envious eyes.
Miura was there too, of course — sitting on the opposite side with her usual group, waving a small handmade banner for Kenta. Every time Kenta looked toward the stands, Miura cheered louder, trying to catch his attention, her short skirt riding up as she stood and waved.
The match began. Shiori soon found herself getting really into it. The game was fast-paced; there were sounds of sneakers squeaking on the court accompanied by the deafening roar of the crowd.
Whenever Kenta made a great play on the court, a sharp pass that led to a smooth layup, a great block that stopped the opposing team's fast break, a thundering dunk that caused the whole gym to erupt in applause, Shiori joined in clapping and cheering along with every other spectator in attendance.
She saw how Kenta's gaze wandered towards her section of the crowd, even when Miura was cheering the loudest. Miura's face grew more and more tense as Kenta's gaze wandered towards their section of the crowd.
The first half was a close game, but Kenta's team won in the second half. Shiori stood up in important times and applauded Kenta's team enthusiastically. Her large breasts bounced a little due to her movements, but she did not even notice it anymore. The game and the knowledge that Miura was looking at her helped her focus on the game.
Kenta scored several points. He ran quickly and powerfully. Especially when he scored a three-pointer and the audience cheered loudly, Shiori could not help but smile for real when Kenta looked straight at her and nodded slightly.
The final buzzer sounded. Kenta's team won by a comfortable margin. The gym erupted in cheers. Shiori stood up with everyone else, clapping politely as the players shook hands and the crowd began to thin.
After the teams finished their post-game huddle, Shiori slipped out of the stands and waited in a relatively quiet hallway near the gym exit. The area was mostly empty — just a couple of students walking past in the distance, their voices fading as they headed toward the school gates. The hallway smelled faintly of floor wax and the lingering scent of sweat from the gym.
Kenta appeared a few minutes later, still in his jersey, hair damp with sweat and a tired but happy smile on his face. He jogged lightly over to her, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Shiori! You came. Thanks for cheering. Did you enjoy it?"
"You played really well," she said sincerely, stepping a little closer. "Especially that last block in the fourth quarter. It was impressive. You looked like you were having fun out there."
They talked for a moment — light compliments, small talk about the game, Kenta explaining a couple of key plays. Shiori listened, nodding and offering soft words of praise. Then she heard it: the familiar click of Miura's shoes approaching from around the corner. She was coming to congratulate her boyfriend.
Shiori's pulse spiked. Without giving herself time to overthink, she reached up, cupped Kenta's face with both hands, and pulled him down into a kiss.
It started soft.
At first, her lips lightly touched his, hesitant and warm, toying with what's possible. Surprised, Kenta tensed up, but he stayed put. Shiori leaned closer after a heartbeat, intensifying the kiss. The kiss became slower and more personal as her lips parted slightly and pressed harder. She could feel the warmth of his breath blending with hers and taste the subtle salt of his sweat. The moment lasted longer than she had intended, her thumbs grazing his cheeks as she held his face. Their lips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm as the kiss deepened, sending a startling spark through her body.
The world shrank to just the two of them for those brief moments.
Miura rounded the corner at that exact moment, a plastic bottle of sports drink in her hand.
The bottle slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a loud crack, liquid splashing across the tiles.
Stunned and in pain, Miura stood frozen in her tracks and looked on as her boyfriend kissed another girl – and not just any girl, but Shiori.
A cry escaped Miura's lips. Tears sprang into her eyes. She turned and ran, her footsteps echoing in the hallway.
Kenta released the girl from the kiss and looked around in a daze. "Miura! Wait!" he ye, guilt and confusion written all over his face.
Shiori lowered her hands, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes that quickly filled with feigned hurt. Her voice trembled just enough.
"I am sorry... That's not what I should have done. I had no intention of stirring up trouble. It's simply Recently, Miura has been extremely harsh. It hurt the way she spoke to me the other day. Maybe you deserved someone who wouldn't treat you that way, I thought.
With a troubled expression, Kenta ran his hand through his hair. "Yes, I do. Her actions has been getting worse. I didn't enjoy the scenes or the jealousy either.
Shiori stepped closer, her voice dropping to a soft, almost pleading whisper. "We can do more than just kissing… if you break up with her. In front of everyone."
Kenta stared at her for a long moment, processing her words. The hallway was quiet except for the distant sounds of the gym. A couple of students passed by, glancing curiously but not stopping.
Finally, he exhaled. "You're right. I've been thinking about it for a while. Her attitude… it's not healthy. I'll do it. Today."
Later that afternoon, in the semi-private area near the school courtyard where only a handful of students were lingering, Kenta found Miura.
Shiori watched from a short distance, hidden behind a pillar.
The breakup was quick but public enough.
Kenta spoke calmly but firmly, telling Miura it was over — citing her possessiveness, the unnecessary drama, and how tired he was of the constant jealousy. A few nearby students overheard and whispered among themselves.
Miura's face crumpled. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she argued at first, then begged, then finally broke down crying openly. Her voice cracked as she called his name, but Kenta only shook his head and walked away.
From her hiding spot, Shiori watched the entire scene.
A small, satisfied grin curved her lips.
Finally. One down. She's crying the way I used to cry because of her. The revenge… it's actually working.