My Clothes Are Too Tight
The announcer’s voice rang out across the field. “All right, everyone! Our first event is a light warm-up: the snack-eating contest! Three representatives from each class will compete!”
The opening event was basically just a warm-up.
This time the shortest of us, Iflata, was left on the bench. That left me—Ryushia—Elia, and Arkhis as the three competitors.
“Jinwoo! Please watch over me!”
“Uh… sure.”
I had barely managed to squeeze into the slightly uncomfortable, skin-tight bloomers. When I waved my arms wildly at him, I could have sworn I felt strange stares crawling all over me. Maybe it was just my imagination.
“Reaaady… start!”
The moment the signal sounded, Arkhis shot forward like an arrow.
With her nimble body and well-trained core, she closed the distance in a flash. Then, with a light hop, she leaped into the air, snatched the dangling snack between her teeth, and—
“Mmph! (Elia!)”
“Yes!”
Still chewing, she passed the touch to the next runner, Elia.
“Haaaaah!”
A low, impressed murmur rippled through the crowd.
Elia charged like a runaway bull. Her enormous chest bounced wildly with every stride, drawing every male eye on the field.
Yeah… that’s definitely some serious momentum. I never realized breasts could move that much. It’s a little obscene, but the sheer destructive power of that charge is honestly terrifying. I’m breaking into a cold sweat just watching.
“I gratefully accept this offering!”
CRUNCH!
The girl running beside her let out a terrified squeak when she saw Elia’s teeth shatter the snack like it owed her money.
“Hmph. How vulgar.”
On the adjacent lane, Magnus—the blue-haired woman from the Dragonian class—watched Elia with open disdain. Their speeds were neck-and-neck.
Still… her bust physics are no joke either. I guess service scenes like this are unavoidable at a sports festival.
Well, I’ll be running in a clean, disciplined manner. I have zero intention of putting on a cheap, lewd display. I will compete with pure, sincere effort—for victory alone.
“Sisterrrrr!”
Finally Elia came sprinting toward me, mouth absolutely covered in crumbs.
Slap!
I took her handoff and dashed forward. “Hehe, allow me to show you how it’s really done.”
Only…
“Hah… ngh…”
My body felt heavier than expected. Wait, this isn’t right.
Movement skills and magic are prohibited during the Snack-Eating Event.
Oh, right. Because the snacks were those fragile Cook*x cookies, they’d added the rule so no one would accidentally destroy them with skills. I’d completely forgotten.
I hadn’t practiced at all since it was supposed to be a simple event. My usual “just wing it” attitude had come back to bite me.
“Hup… ha…”
On top of that, I was still feeling the aftereffects of my earlier injury. And honestly… these heavy lumps of fat on my chest and this cumbersome backside kept throwing off my center of gravity. Every step felt awkward.
The moment my body started jiggling, the male students in the stands grew noticeably restless.
“Haaah… ngh…”
I didn’t even have the mental bandwidth to care about their stares. Running while dragging these fat sacks around on such a slender frame was exhausting. Before long I was panting, sweat pouring down my face, cheeks flushed crimson.
A woman’s body is way more inconvenient than I ever imagined!
“Almost… there…!”
I pressed my arms against my bouncing chest and forced myself forward, desperate for victory.
I finally reached the hanging snacks.
Jump! Jump!
“?!”
Unfortunately, they were hung higher than I expected. No matter how hard I leaped, I couldn’t reach.
“Hup?! Haah…”
“Sia… please finish this quickly…”
Jinwoo, watching the walking exhibition that was Ryushia, felt a headache coming on. The bloomers that barely contained her rear looked like they might burst at any second.
The way the fabric dug into her hips was beyond obscene. Every time she jumped in place, the soft flesh beneath her butt jiggled seductively. A few male students, unable to endure the sight, carefully relocated under the scorching glares of the girls around them.
“Ugh…! Why can’t I reach?!”
“Whoa.”
Each hop sent her chest—wrapped in that white gym shirt—into a physics-defying dance. Combined with that strangely erotic expression and those breathy sounds…
‘Sia!!! Please stop…’
Jinwoo glared at the boys who kept staring. They immediately shrank back, lowering their heads in defeat.
“Hah!”
Tap!
I finally managed to snatch a snack with my teeth and staggered across the finish line.
I crossed it with both arms wrapped tightly around my front and back.
“Mmph… Jinwoo! I wonnn!”
With my cheeks puffed out around the snack, I ran toward him with a bright smile. Jinwoo could only offer an awkward laugh in return.
…We came in last, Sia.
Even though we lost the match, I’d probably drained the life force out of every male competitor. So in a strategic sense, maybe it was still a win.
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“Next up is dodgeball! Dodgeball, everyone!”
After a short break, the second event began.
“I’ll sit out the next two matches.”
“Sure…”
Since there were three rounds total, I declared myself benched for the preliminary rounds. The tight, stretchy leotard was far more comfortable than these cheap bloomers. It was practical, supportive, and moved with my body. Plus it worked for everyday wear, going out, and exercise. Truly versatile.
“Allow us to grant them all repentance.”
The moment I chose to rest, Elia stepped up as our class’s first batter for dodgeball.
“Hiiik?! Scary, nya…”
“Grrr, do not run!”
The opposing team was the therianthrope class—beast-eared girls with cat and rabbit features, along with a handsome wolf beastman. They were known for their physical prowess, but—
“To me, dodgeball is… judgment.”
BOOOOOOM!
The fur on the therianthropes stood on end as they shrieked in terror at Elia’s murderous throws.
WHAM!
“Kyaaan?!”
Even the tough-looking wolf beastman was sent flying by Elia’s 400 km/h fastball and eliminated instantly.
…Is that guy dead?
“N-nooooo!”
“We forfeit! Forfeit! We don’t want to die!”
When the rabbit girl burst into tears and ran away, the rest of the herbivore students surrendered in a panic. The entire therianthrope team collapsed on the spot.
“Someone’s going to get killed at this sports festival.”
“You’re telling me…”
Jinwoo muttered in disbelief beside me. I quietly nodded in agreement.
The next match was even worse.
“Uwooooh! I am a spirit of the earth! I shall blow away these frail human bodies!”
Our next opponents were students from the elemental races. The largest among them—a golem-like gnome—roared as he hurled the ball.
“Earth’s Fury!”
CRAAAASH!
The ball slammed straight into Elia’s chest, but—
“It tickles.”
“…!!”
The holy power enveloping the Saint’s body casually bounced the ball away.
“Uwooooooh!”
BAM! CRACK! BOOM!
The gnome, furious at being ignored, began throwing the ball wildly.
“Why won’t you die?!”
“I am the Nano God, little lamb.”
Of course, Elia didn’t budge an inch. She simply stood there, immovable.
CRACK!
“My turn.”
“…!?”
She caught the final throw in a crushing grip. Veins bulged on the hand of the valkyrie who could split the very earth.
BOOOOOOOOM!
The dodgeball tore through the air with a sonic scream.
“GUOOOOOOCK?!”
CRASH!
The earth spirit’s entire earthen body shattered as he was launched into the distance.
“At this rate, we won’t even get a chance to play, will we?”
“Yeah.”
After that, it was a complete massacre by the Saint.
The elementals who got hit went flying, screaming in pain and clutching their limbs.
“I offer this victory to God!”
Even though her workout clothes were soaked in sweat and her underwear was showing through, Elia proudly thrust her fist into the sky.
“How arrogant.”
From the stands, a red dragon girl muttered to herself, completely unnoticed.
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After defeating two teams, we finally reached the finals of the dodgeball tournament.
Our final opponents were…
“The last enemy they face is… the Dragonian class!”
The dragonkin—considered the strongest among all demi-human races.
“Hmph. A pack of weak, pathetic humans… This will be easy.”
“These heretical creatures…”
In the center of the court, Esmeralda stood elegantly surrounded by her guards and quietly declared her disdain.
Elia’s temper flared at the princess’s condescending tone.
THUD!
“If you wish to reach Her Highness, you must first get through me.”
“Then by all means, try to block the Saint.”
A middle-aged man with short brown hair—Earth, the Earth Dragon—stepped forward to block her path. His sturdy presence and perfectly tempered body marked him as one of the Four Heavenly Dragons, the strongest warriors of the Dragon Empire.
“U-um… let’s not fight… this is a game…”
“Begin.”
Esmeralda rudely cut off the announcer and ordered her subordinates to attack.
“Divine Punishment!”
“Hmph!”
Both warriors leaped for the ball at the same time to seize the initiative. The difference in their skill was immediately obvious.
“Ah?!”
“First strike is mine.”
Earth gained a slight edge over Elia and snatched the ball first.
“Hup…!”
WHOOOOSH!
The dodgeball hurtled forward, filled with lethal intent.
WHAM!
“Gweh?!”
“J-Jinwoo!”
The first to be eliminated was Lee Jinwoo. He’d been standing there in a daze and couldn’t even roll out of the way before the ball sent him flying.
“You filthy heretic! How dare you!”
Enraged by Jinwoo’s elimination, Elia immediately grabbed the ball and fired it back like a cannon.
BOOOOM!
“This much is nothing…!”
But Earth stepped in instantly, catching the cannonball-like throw.
His feet scraped across the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. He slid back several meters before—
“I am the shield of dragons.”
THUD!
With calm eyes and an iron stance, Earth completely neutralized the attack.
“Mother fu… (Oh Goddess…)”
The Saint was visibly shaken that her full-power throw had been stopped so easily.
“Crustal Shift.”
CRAAAAASH!
Earth hurled the ball back with overwhelming force—his signature technique that had brought countless enemies of the empire to their knees.
“Khhk?!”
CRRRRACK!
Elia desperately thrust both hands out to block it, but the sheer power left her stunned. Smoke rose from her palms. The terrifying sound of grinding force echoed across the court. It felt like standing against the unstoppable power of nature itself.
“Kyaaa?! P-please forgive this lamb, O Goddess…”
THUUUD!
In the end she couldn’t hold her ground. She was pushed out of bounds and eliminated.
“W-what do we do?! How are we supposed to beat that monster by ourselves?!”
“No! We still have Ryushia!”
With Elia defeated, Arkhis and Iflata panicked and turned to their last hope, only for—
“Um… I forfeit…”
““???””
Their hopes were instantly shattered.
“Why?! You could beat that lizard easily!”
“Well, you see… my bra hook snapped…”
“…”
Arkhis stared at me with dead eyes. She didn’t understand what she’d just heard, and she didn’t want to.
“If I run like this, everything’s going to be visible! This is exactly why I keep telling everyone I prefer the leotard!”
“…You damn female.”