My eyes widened in surprise, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect.
The idea of being paired with a stunning woman, someone with a voluptuous figure and captivating beauty, was undeniably alluring.
I felt my pulse quicken at the mere thought of it, and I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead.
As the conversation unfolded, a hint of skepticism crept into the air.
"But does Mr. Benjamin truly possess such influence?" The question hung in the balance, awaiting a response.
Benjamin's expression turned confident, a sly smile spreading across his face. "I've been a part of this sports festival for seven years now, since its early days. I've built connections, and my presence here carries some weight. What do you say?" His eyes sparkled with anticipation, awaiting a decision.
The response came without hesitation. "Alright, I'll accept your proposal. But what drives you to go to such great lengths?" The question was laced with curiosity, seeking to unravel the mystery behind Benjamin's motivations.
Benjamin's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a hint of greed.
"What else could it be? The prize money, of course. If we emerge victorious, it's a staggering 3 million yen. Divided among the team members, that's a substantial 100,000 yen per person. While the others may be here for the thrill of the sports day, I'm afraid I've reached an age where the allure of money takes precedence over mere enjoyment."
The sum of 100,000 yen hung in the air, its significance palpable. Translated into real world currency, it was a whopping 1 million won – a sum that made Benjamin's avarice understandable, if not relatable.
A sly smirk crept onto my face as I seized the opportunity. "Mr. Benjamin, if you pledge your full support to me... if you help me win Airi Grace's heart, I'll relinquish my share of the prize money – 100,000 yen – to you."
Benjamin's eyes widened in surprise, his voice laced with incredulity.
"What? You're serious?"
I nodded, my gaze drifting toward the red team's camp on the opposite side.
Amidst the sea of faces, my eyes locked onto Airi Grace, her presence igniting a spark of desire within me.
Though she was far away, her features indistinct, the mere thought of her sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt an unmistakable surge of lust. "I didn't join the sports day for the prize money," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper, as my mind wandered to the true prize I sought – Airi Grace herself.
A sly grin crept across his face as he leaned in, a conspiratorial glint in his eye. "Heh heh, I suppose I'll have to lend you my full support, then. Between you and me, the principal who organized this sports day is an old acquaintance of mine." He winked, implying that his connections could be leveraged to my advantage.
I couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over me.
With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he asked, "So, what's your type?" His tone was casual, but I sensed a hint of curiosity beneath the surface.
I chuckled, shrugging my shoulders. "What's so unique about men's tastes, anyway? I like them pretty, I suppose. Oh, and I have a weakness for women with... ample assets." I grinned, my eyes sparkling with amusement.
He nodded thoughtfully, a sly smile still playing on his lips. "Women with large breasts, huh... Alright, got it. Now, which events do you plan on participating in? Personally, I'd like to see you take part in at least five."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his suggestion. "How many events do others usually participate in?"
He leaned back, a hint of a shrug in his shoulders. "Most individuals stick to one event. There's the issue of stamina to consider, and a man's... vigor isn't infinite, after all." His eyes sparkled with amusement, and I sensed a hint of teasing beneath his words.
I grinned, a sense of mischief rising within me. "I want to participate in all events." Since I'd already taken the plunge into the world of adult videos, I was determined to indulge in every experience to the fullest.
His eyes widened, a look of surprise crossing his face. "Huh..." The sound hung in the air, a mixture of astonishment and curiosity.
I raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity dancing in my voice. "Is that not allowed?"
Benjamin's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered the question. "No, it's possible," he replied, his tone measured. "But will you be okay? Stamina and vigor might be an issue." A flicker of concern crossed his face, and I could sense the unspoken doubts lingering beneath his words.
I flashed him a confident smile, trying to reassure him. "I'm confident," I said, my voice firm and resolute.
Benjamin's gaze lingered on mine, his eyes searching for any sign of uncertainty.
Then, his attention drifted downward, his eyes locking onto my crotch.
A hint of amusement danced in his eyes, and he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, with something of that size, there's no way you wouldn't be confident," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of teasing and admiration.
Just then, a loud announcement echoed through the air, cutting through our conversation. "A little later, we'll start the 'Carry and Run' event. Participants, please gather in front of the podium."
I turned to Benjamin, a questioning look on my face. "'Carry and Run'?" I repeated, my voice laced with curiosity.
Benjamin's smile grew wider, and he leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "It's a race where the man suffers," he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eye. "The man carries the woman and runs. Oh, and of course, while inserted inside her."
I didn't need him to spell it out; I could guess what was being inserted without it being said.
A flush of excitement mixed with trepidation rose to my cheeks as I processed the implications of the event.
Benjamin's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he raised an eyebrow, his voice low and husky.
"Will you participate?" he asked, the question hanging in the air like a challenge.
"Of course," I replied, my voice firm and resolute.
A sly smile spread across her face as she said, "Then wait a moment. I'll bring your partner. Hehe." The playful glint in her eye hinted at a surprise, leaving me intrigued.
As I stood there, a woman approached me, her footsteps light on the ground.
I was in the midst of preparing to head out to the sports field, but her sudden arrival caught my attention.
"Are you the Ryo that Mr. Benjamin mentioned?" she asked, her voice husky and confident.
I turned to face her, taking in her appearance.
She was a woman in her mid to late thirties, with the subtle lines of age etched around her eyes. Yet, despite the passing of time, her beauty remained undeniable.
Her features were more refined, more captivating, than those of the younger women surrounding us.
Her hair was tied back at the nape of her neck, revealing the elegant curve of her jawline.
The style accentuated her striking features, drawing my gaze to her face. Her figure, too, was impressive – toned and athletic, a testament to her dedication to maintaining a rigorous fitness regimen.
Every aspect of her appearance exuded a sense of poise and self-assurance, leaving me impressed.