Tennis match

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Background: In 1980s Japan, the traditional concept of "male superiority and female inferiority" still held strong sway in society.

However, thanks to social development and increased material wealth, girls
received , leading to significant improvements in their physical and intellectual abilities and narrowing
the gap with boys. Whether in school or in society, more and more women demonstrated competitiveness no less than that of men
.

Especially in schools, where young boys and girls were still relatively naive, boys with a natural sense of superiority
felt immense humiliation if they lost to girls.

Girls, living in a patriarchal society, were constantly instilled with
the idea that "women are inferior to men," leading to strong rebellious tendencies in many. When they discovered that women had the upper hand in a competition,
they felt extremely excited and mercilessly mocked and berated the defeated boys.

Narrator: In high

school, I was in the tennis club.

I had opportunities to play against female members in practice matches, but I tried to avoid it as much as possible.

Anyone who participates in club activities knows that losing to a girl is a very serious matter. For boys
, bearing the stigma of "losing to a girl" makes it impossible to continue participating in club activities.

When I was a freshman, I witnessed
Keiichiro being defeated by Junko-senpai during a practice match within the club.

Keiichiro-senpai was a third-year student, while Junko-senpai was a second-year student.

In the first game, Keiichiro-senpai, who had the first serve, had his weak backhand skill carefully
exploited by his female opponent, and easily lost the game.

Keiichiro-senpai ran around the court, his face flushed, and as the match ended, at the
moment the final score was 6-2, his face suddenly turned pale.

As soon as the match ended, Junko-senpai ran enthusiastically to the center of the net, waiting to shake hands,
a knowing smile on her beautiful face;

in contrast, Keiichiro-senpai hung his head listlessly, dragging his feet as if he could
hardly , slowly inching forward.

According to club rules, Keiichiro-senpai who lost to a girl had to shave his head the following Monday.

After that, I heard that Keiichiro-senpai became taciturn, blushing and looking down whenever he saw a girl,
and never spoke to any of the club's girls again.

I was afraid of becoming like Keiichiro-senpai.

Holding the belief that "I must maintain my status within the club,"
I had about three opportunities to play against girls in club competitions during my first and second years, and I gave it my all each time, ultimately winning.

Winning with utmost seriousness in front of everyone
gradually , and the idea that "beating women is a given" took root in my mind.

Then, in my third year, that moment finally arrived.

It was a Sunday. It was the day of the boys' individual matches. Due to the schedule,
the boys who didn't have matches that day practiced freely at the training base outside the venue, while the girls practiced with students from a nearby girls' school
.

I secretly observed that the cute junior member of the tennis club whom I had a crush on was wearing a fitted
tracksuit and earnestly participating in the practice.

"Oh, right, I heard that the girls' school we're training with has a captain who won a national championship." I
took off my coat and looked around. There were about a few boys in the tennis club, including myself.

Not far away, the girls' school's boxing and track and field clubs were also training, and they'd invited
the boys training in the same sports to join them.

After a while, the captain of the girls' school's tennis club came over to greet me. Her name was Keiko.

Keiko: "I want to try playing against a boy."

We boys instinctively felt uneasy. There were quite a few girls around! Getting beaten by a girl in
front of would be troublesome…

Besides, Keiko had won first place in the national championship! Just as we were about to back down, Keiko
leaned in and pleaded, "Please play against me, please!"

Though it was a plea, it carried an undeniable pressure. Her big, round eyes stared
at me intently, as if saying: Running away from a girl's challenge isn't manly. Are you afraid to lose to a girl?

There was no turning back.

Who would step up? The final decision we boys made was, as expected, that it was me.

All the other boys that day were juniors, and I was the only third-year senior, and I was indeed the best among
them all .

Hui was only 155 centimeters tall, with a delicate appearance, fair skin, and a very youthful
look, like a middle school student. She

had dark, bright eyes and was an incredibly cute girl.

Although she wasn't tall, her proportions were perfect; under her miniskirt were a pair of beautiful, rounded, white legs.
The only unevenness was probably her chest. Perhaps her actual chest size was only average, but combined with her
short stature and well-proportioned figure, it appeared very full. Such a cute and slender girl couldn't possibly
hit a stronger ball than a man, right? Even though she was the high school inter-school champion, that was only a "women's tennis"
level championship. Let her see "men's tennis"! I cheered myself on like that.

Anyway, I rallied my spirits and decided to give it my all.

My favorite junior was watching from the sidelines!

If I show my cool side here, maybe the younger ones will like me...

The match begins. The referee is a female member of our school's club.

The other female members also put on their coats and watched from the sidelines.

Keiko served first in the first game.

Her serve and return were lighter than I expected. After all, she's a girl. I can return it without much trouble.

[I see. She's not the type to win with high-speed, heavy shots, but rather the type to rely on skill and wait for the opponent's mistakes in a continuous
confrontation . Then I'll overpower you with my manly strength!]
After making this decision, I returned the next ball with force, but it went out of bounds.

The next few rallies were the same. Every time I thought I had found an opportunity, I returned it heavily, but the ball almost always went out
of bounds. The point of this game was still taken away.

Yabuhira 0-1 Keiko

"It's not over yet! I haven't warmed up yet!" I felt embarrassed and said to Keiko defiantly.

The second game was my service game. I won this game by serving with power.

Yabuhira's 1-1

victory over Keiko gave me courage.

"You won just like that?" I said to Keiko. "Ultimately, it's just 'women's tennis' level."

I must have said something I shouldn't have, because I could clearly feel Keiko's expression change.

In the third game, Keiko's ball speed was still not fast, but I couldn't beat her.

Whether it was a forehand or a backhand, the ball would be returned very quickly, and I made one mistake after another, losing
the point . After

Yabuhira lost 1-2 to Keiko

, the fourth game was like this every time. Even when I used my full power to serve at high speed and with super weight, I would be
countered .

After my serve was returned, we entered a rally. The thought that

if I made a mistake, she would score and I wouldn't be able to serve, potentially losing the rally, put immense pressure on me. Finally, I even lost my strongest service game. Yabuhira 1-3 Keiko. "Hey, hey, hey. At this rate, you'll lose to a girl..." From that moment , I knew my face was turning pale. "Is women's tennis really that strong? Is my tennis skill really inferior to this girl's? Am I going to be pathetically defeated by a girl in front of so many people?" After that, I lost my composure and concentration. Under Keiko's superior technique, I was overwhelmed, and the game became one-sided. Keiko smiled calmly, slowly hitting the ball back and forth, inducing me, waiting for me to make a mistake, and maintaining this strategy, seemingly trying to defeat me in the most reliable way. Although I knew her intentions, no matter where I hit the ball, she would return it, so I was helpless Looking back now, the difference in skill was obvious. "It's no use. The girls will beat me. What am I going to do? There's no way out. I really want to escape... but there's nowhere to run." Keiko scored with a spike . As she swung her racket, her miniskirt billowed up, and I saw her white panties. "Such a cute girl, so openly displaying her underwear while mercilessly defeating men." My mind suddenly started racing . And I realized that the female club members from my school weren't supporting me; they were supporting Keiko from another school. Every time Keiko scored, the female club members cheered, "Yay!" The young girls' giggles, tinged with eroticism, pierced my heart. I felt violated by the girls around the court. Were the female club members from my school also sharing the "thrill of defeating men"? I also saw my favorite junior girl with an amused expression, cheerfully telling her companion, "Look ~ the boys need to do their best..." Yabuhira 1-4 Keiko. Yabuhira 1-5 Keiko. Yabuhira 1-6 Keiko. My stamina was constantly depleting, and by the end, I had no strength left to even return the ball. Keiko casually hit the ball, while I, exhausted, had lost most of my thinking ability and could only run back and forth on the court, driven by the thought of "not losing to a girl." The junior girls in the club filmed everything . My strong willpower to persist until the end of the match did not salvage any of my male dignity; instead, it made me feel even more humiliated. On the court, cute girls in miniskirts swung their rackets with their snow-white arms, their full breasts, tightly wrapped in short-sleeved shirts, swaying erotically. She hit the ball to the left, and I had to desperately run to the left , finally managing to return the ball; she then easily hit the ball to the right, and I had to pant heavily, running to the right several times before I finally stumbled and fell, rolling a long way on the court with a "thump, thump" due to inertia, covered in mud, unable to get up for a long time. The female referee from the club, completely unconcerned about my miserable state, loudly announced, "Keiko scores!" The girls around me cheered loudly again, interspersed with mockery. The male lowered their heads in dejection, remaining silent. Keiko: "What's wrong, Yabuhira-senpai? The game isn't over yet, get up! Or are you going to admit defeat?" Mocking Keiko, I gritted my teeth and stood up again, continuing the game. Surrounded by onlookers, I was cruelly mocked by a girl a year younger than me , and my dignity as a man was utterly destroyed by this cute girl who was a head shorter than me. The game finally ended helplessly. Staggering back, I was covered in sweat and mud. The humiliation of being bullied by girls on the court made me so frustrated that I could barely stand. I desperately tried to control my emotions, but tears still flowed uncontrollably. Keiko must have clearly seen my half-crying expression, but she still walked over with a smile, as if nothing had happened. She extended her fair arm, politely offering to shake my hand, but her words were merciless in their insults: " Did I make you cry, senior? But you're so weak! Losing so miserably to a girl, everyone saw it~ Men's tennis, it's not a big deal~" Keiko's soft little hand gripped mine aggressively, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She comforted me: "But senior, you're actually quite good~ The boy I played against last time actually knelt on the ground and wailed after the match , it was so ridiculous… He was a repeat student, losing so humiliatingly to a girl two years younger than him, and then breaking down in tears That kid's life will probably be shrouded in darkness for a long time to come, hehe~" " Among the boys that day, I was indeed the strongest. If it were any of the other male club members, they probably would have suffered the same fate. " Under Keiko's sarcasm, I was too ashamed to speak; but between my legs, a slight bulge began to rise. Afraid that the girls would discover I had aroused, I hurriedly stopped practicing with the other boys and ran away amidst the laughter of the surrounding girls. For a long time afterward, I tried my best to adjust myself and slowly shake off the shadow Keiko had left on me. After entering university, I gradually recovered quite a bit. I comforted myself with the thought that girls naturally develop faster than boys, so in middle and high school...

Back then, in our teenage years, it wasn't unacceptable for boys to lose to girls in sports (I
deliberately avoided mentioning that Keiko's physique was far inferior to mine back then).

But once both were adults, the physical advantage of men became apparent. "Yes, that's it! Under
the same conditions, men can't possibly lose to women!"

I told myself. But what about the thrill of being humiliated by girls back then?

In university, I actively participated in activities like badminton and table tennis competitions,
playing against girls and losing to them. However, I didn't feel anything special, nor did I experience any shouting or jeers from the onlookers.
Although it was a male-versus-female match, as a beginner in badminton and table tennis, losing to experienced women was
understandable because the conditions were unequal. This was completely
different Back then, I was a member of the tennis club, and so was Keiko; I had even practiced for a year longer than her and
was taller and stronger. Not only were the conditions equal, but I even had a significant advantage, which is why I felt such
intense .

I still joined the tennis club.

At my university, the tennis club had very few members, let alone girls; on the other hand, the tennis club at the neighboring university, A,
was very popular, so I joined their club directly; and there were many experienced
girls in their club.

However, I didn't know a single one of them.

I often went to A's university to play with the boys in their club, but because I didn't know any female acquaintances, I could only
watch their practice from a distance.

From afar, the ball looked so soft!

But when I was asked to play against them, I still lacked confidence; the image

of Ms. Keiko from high school flashed through my mind, her shots also looked soft, but in the end,
I was chased around and forced into a corner, ultimately losing a humiliating match. Three years have passed, and
I still don't know a single girl in A's tennis club well, at most a few nodding acquaintances.

Because I'm afraid to play against girls, and even afraid to talk to them for fear of being asked to spar, it's quite
a contradiction. I kept telling myself rationally that girls weren't that scary, and I practiced relentlessly, basically the strongest guy in
my club Maybe what I feared wasn't losing, but rather the inability to admit the pleasure
I derived from humiliation.

In my third year of university, a very strong female freshman joined the sports department of University A.

Her name was K-ko, 165cm tall, a slightly voluptuous beauty.

Her performance in tennis was outstanding; it was clear she was exceptional. I instantly became a fan, wanting to get close to her and talk to her. So, should I use tennis to create an opportunity to interact

with her ? This was undoubtedly the most feasible method, but I hesitated, still haunted by the psychological trauma left by Keiko from years ago. Although I had told myself that as an adult, I wouldn't lose to girls in my preferred sports, I couldn't help but wonder if men weren't as strong as I imagined. Would playing against K-ko result in a tragic defeat? These wild thoughts swirled around me. Time passed, and since I wasn't a student at University A, I ended up only watching her performances from afar, always yearning for her. An opportunity unexpectedly presented itself. Every year around September, a club at University A holds a singles elimination tournament, open to all members of the club . Although there's an entry fee, the top winners seem to receive generous prizes, making it a formal event. Sports students don't usually participate; they mostly work as referees or do behind-the-scenes work. So, even enthusiasts can participate—who knows, maybe with a bit of luck, they can achieve a high ranking? Since it's an elimination tournament, if they consistently encounter weak opponents for most of the competition, achieving a good ranking isn't impossible . So, for club members like us, it's a fun competition. However, starting this year, women can also participate. And if they are female, sports students can participate too. My heart pounded. I could actually compete against girls in a formal university competition! This time, I didn't run away, I didn't back down. Maybe I'll meet K-ko? As the tournament approached, I felt a little uneasy. Maybe Ms. K-ko won't sign up. Or maybe other female students from the sports department are also very strong? Or perhaps, depending on the draw, I'll encounter a girl before... I might lose to other men. It seems it's still difficult to meet Miss K. A week before the competition, I went to the organizing committee to inquire about some matters; incidentally, I checked the registration form. When I saw Miss K's name there, my heart started pounding . There were about 50 participants in total, and only one girl—Miss K. I mustered my courage and asked: " Let me fight Miss K in the first round!" Hearing this, the person in charge looked puzzled, but readily agreed. Actually, many men backed down when fighting against women; nobody wanted to, making it difficult to arrange the schedule. Since I was the one who actively sought the challenge, the person in charge immediately made an exception for me. The day of the competition was a clear, pleasant morning. The opening ceremony started at 8:30 AM. My match with Miss K began at 10:00 AM. When I arrived at the designated venue, K was already there. Today, Ms. K wasn't wearing her usual simple sportswear for practice. Instead, she was dressed very eye-catchingly. She wore a pink sports vest, which revealed her cute belly button and fair skin when she stood up. When she bent over to hold the racket, it revealed a deep cleavage (I must emphasize, it did distract me at first, but it didn't affect me during the actual competition; this isn't a comic book, and I'm not a pervert). She wore a pink mini-skirt, which billowed as she ran, making her long, shapely legs appear even more prominent. Ms. K has naturally fair skin, and although she exercises and sunbathes frequently, it only gives her skin a healthy rosy glow. Wow, what a beautiful woman! I knew she had a good figure, but I'd only ever seen her dressed simply before; I never imagined she had such a great figure.

Well, she tied her hair back. Her delicate face was adorable even up close.

Perhaps because it was a competition, girls ultimately love to be in the spotlight. Ms. K had both talent and looks,
so she deliberately took this opportunity to showcase herself.

"Nice to meet you,"

we greeted each other.

Since it was such a rare opportunity, I wanted to talk to her a bit more…

but Ms. K seemed eager to start the match.

Ms. K was quite famous on campus, and just as the match was about to begin, a large crowd gathered around the court.

The crowd thickened, becoming noisy. But Ms. K clearly didn't care about that, focusing solely on the match.

Seeing Ms. K's serious expression, I also became extremely focused.

I couldn't lose, in every sense of the word.

Winning this match would dispel the shadow that Keiko had cast on me.

It also allowed me to show off my masculinity to Miss K. After all, women prefer stronger
men. I'm quite well-known in the tennis club at University A, and even considered a favorite to win this tournament.
Facing Miss K in front of so many people, in a sense, I represented the face of men

. The match started with my serve.

Then I realized that only by experiencing it firsthand could I truly understand how strong Miss K was.

I kept recalling everyone I'd played against so far, including male opponents and
even male sports students. Had I ever encountered an opponent as strong as Miss K?

No.

In just a short moment, I had enough time to go through all my opponents over the years. Although she was a woman,
Miss K was undoubtedly the strongest opponent I had ever faced. In just a few rallies, I came to this conclusion. From
Miss elegant figure, a completely disproportionate power emerged. Her returns were as fast as smashes.
This ball was too fast to keep up with!

Even if I caught up, it was too late.

I was done for.

These words flashed through my mind.

"Miss K scores!" the referee announced loudly. "Hmm. Very impressive indeed." In the blink of an eye
, it was 1-0. I was going to lose.

Soon, I lost the first game, in a "love game" (meaning
I didn't score a single point in the game) .

"Miss K wins the first game, leading 1-0!"

the female student from the physical education department, acting as the referee, loudly announced the result.

The referee's announcement forced me to once again acknowledge my current situation: in a formal, serious
match, as a man, I had lost the first game to my female opponent.

In the second and third games, in two consecutive matches, Miss K again
easily won in a "love game" format. So far, the match hadn't been intense at all; it couldn't
even be considered a "competition." Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, in the eyes of these spectators, all they saw
was my male figure being unilaterally violated and bullied by a woman.

It felt utterly "merciless."

The audience seemed startled by the sight of a man losing to a girl so unilaterally, and gasped in unison.

It felt like the men watching were sympathizing with me.

But the girls seemed to be cheering for Ms. K, each one letting out excited shouts.

Ms. K's serve was also top-notch, hitting the ball with high speed and precision across the diagonal.

Because she could almost always do that with her
serves, I was practically unable to return them .

Even when I managed to return the ball a few times, she had already pressed forward to the net, easily delivering
a fatal smash.

"Hmm. That's amazing. I can't beat her." She hit the ball back with a cute and beautiful motion,
as fast as a thrust.

I was powerless, just standing helplessly on the court.

[I was confident in my tennis skills; but now, my confident "man's tennis" was easily destroyed by this cute first-year girl...]. [ Being teased by a girl
in front of so many people .]
Perhaps I'll feel very resentful when I go back, but in the current match, even that
thought doesn't surface, because the gap is just too big.

Although Ms. K is a woman, and I am a man, a fully developed
adult male over 180 cm tall.

Although I've been practicing tennis diligently—it's my hobby, almost seven years since junior high—
Ms. K, on the other hand, supposedly only decided to pursue tennis in her second year of high school, and has only been playing for two years.

However, whether it's tennis skills or abundant energy, Ms. K, as a younger woman, is
far superior to me.

She still couldn't score, and in the blink of an eye, it became 5-0.

Perhaps because she had already achieved an overwhelming victory during the break,

her expression softened.

Seeing the girls cheering for her outside the wire fence, she even gave them a "V" sign.

Ms. K bent down to fix her hair and re-tied her shoelaces. Because her knee was knotted again, her dazzling white panties were clearly visible

from beneath her pink miniskirt . The anxiety of being violated and abused by a woman, and the excitement born of shame, reached their peak simultaneously. Once again, in my area of expertise, I was easily defeated by a woman, feeling utterly frustrated and ashamed, especially in front of so many people. Yet, at the same time, an uncontrollable surge of excitement washed over me in waves. It was this excitement that sustained me through the match. I had deliberately worn very tight underwear under my shorts to minimize the bulge in my groin; hopefully, no one would notice during the game. But because it was so tight, it caused frequent friction. Finally, I ejaculated inside my underwear. The match ended simply like that. After the match, we shook hands across the net. Before this, having been unilaterally defeated by a young and lovely junior girl, and not even managing to score a single point, I was speechless with shame, bowing my head in defeat. He had been thinking of defeating Ms. K in a grand way, showing off his masculine prowess, and getting to know her better. But in the end, their relationship ended in such a humiliating way . Ms. K smiled and shook his hand, saying, "I'm sorry."

She was overwhelmingly defeated by a younger female player, and even received sympathy from her in the end.

Moreover, Ms. K had a delighted expression on her face; it seemed she would
mercilessly .

Beneath that pretty face, there truly was a little devil.

For a while after the loss, I was immersed in the lingering effects of that hellish experience…

Finally, I suppressed these emotions, rallied myself, and went to watch K's match.

She won again!

In the second and third rounds, she faced men from the tennis club;

and achieved overwhelming victories both times.

In the semifinals, Ms. K's opponent was the champion of last year's and the year before's singles competition.

This man, cheered on by the tennis club members, also put in a lot of effort, and

I cheered him loudly from the sidelines .

We often practiced together, and it was clear he was playing exceptionally well today. However,
he still couldn't return Ms. K's direct shots, and after a short while, he was decisively defeated.

Ms. K wins!

In the final, she once again easily and effortlessly defeated the men, ultimately winning
the championship without any controversy.

Under the watchful eyes of the spectators around the court, in front of their teammates, or perhaps in front of their girlfriends
…

the men were completely defeated by Ms. K's overwhelming dominance.

One man, after losing to Ms. K in humiliation, left the court in tears.

Another man, seemingly unable to accept losing to a first-year female student, repeatedly
pounded the ground with his racket in anger.

During the match, Ms. K, while assessing the men's tennis skills, also effectively pounded the ground on
them . (
The original text is as above; I don't understand the meaning, so I'm just translating it randomly.)

It's like she's demonstrating the strength of female athletes to the boys in clubs and hobby groups, trying to tell
them that they can't possibly defeat a girl.

Up until now, the men who boasted in clubs and used the guise of instructing beginners to flirt with girls—
their masculine dignity, even the very reason for the club's existence—
have all been shattered by this cute first-year girl alone.

There was a simple awards ceremony after the finals.

The men, humiliated and resigned, could only roll their eyes in powerless
dissatisfaction . Miss K, unfazed, accepted the certificate and prize money with a smile.

Although it was a simple award ceremony, a platform was set up.

The second and third place winners stood on either side; the ultimate winner, whose strength surpassed all the boys
, was a charming and adorable girl.

Miss K held up her certificate and prize, displaying them to the onlookers;

her sports vest rode up slightly,
revealing —a cute little tummy

—which contrasted sharply with the six-pack abs of her several male opponents whom she had humiliated and defeated.

Her full breasts trembled with excitement. So, these men were completely
defeated by this junior girl with such strong feminine characteristics. "Ahhh!"

The female students from the sports department cheered in a circle.

Because of the noise, her miniskirt kept flying up, revealing the curves of her rounded legs.

Not only was she not wearing safety shorts, but she even chose the most convenient little triangle underwear for exercise. As a result, I
was able to catch a glimpse of most of her snow-white buttocks. "Ahhh!"

The girls from the sports department who came to cheer her on continued their raucous laughter

. Those sweet voices only amplified the humiliation of us defeated men.

Not only that.

There was also Miss K's full breasts, plump waist, long legs, and round, perky buttocks. These
obvious female sexual characteristics were all stimulating us. We strong men were being
ruthlessly and one-sidedly bullied, violated, and humiliated by this cute and sexy female junior on the field.

Whether directly competing or watching from the sidelines, the dignity of all the men participating in the competition was
coldly and mercilessly feet.

Ah,

the anxiety

, the humiliation

, the resentment , and the helplessness— so many men against one girl , yet

utterly powerless. We've lost to her completely. Even if we were given ten more chances, we men couldn't beat her, not even a sliver of a chance. All the men are defeated dogs at her feet. I felt a throbbing in my groin again… In subsequent club activities, we clearly felt that the girls' attitudes towards men became casual , and they no longer respected their male seniors. I don't know if the girls felt this way, but it felt like a heavy label was stuck on my head: "All the men can't even beat a first-year female player ." From then on, I always channeled this intense feeling of being masochistic into my fantasies. I took some time to go to A University and watched the athletes practice from afar. There, I spotted Ms. K, and remembered the scene of my defeat. I was completely captivated by Ms. The following year, I became a fourth-year student, and I looked forward to the elimination tournament in September. I hoped that I would be completely outmaneuvered by Ms. K again. The men, brimming with confidence in their strength, were excited just thinking about being defeated one by one by the girls. But then they heard that the female students from the physical education department weren't participating that year. Disappointed, they went to inquire with the organizing committee. Although they weren't entirely sure, they were told it was due to a conflict with other competition schedules. But later they learned that there were no women's sports competitions that day. It must be that the men who suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the women last year were crying this year out of fear … To appease these men, the female students from the physical education department decided not to participate, even if they were smaller this year.

Since my sister is able to participate, she'll definitely win easily, so I think it's understandable that the men run away.

The defeated men probably can't recover from that humiliating experience.

One day, I went to University A and saw the sports club's practice field. It seemed like a practice match was taking place.

One of the competitors was supposedly Ms. K.

And her opponent was a man.

I rushed to the vicinity of the field.

Up close, Ms. K's opponent was also a male student from the sports department.

Judging from the referee's strictness and the serious expressions of the two, it was a serious
match .

The match began.

I didn't even need to hear about Ms. K's opponent; just by looking at him, I knew he was a sports student—a
muscular , large-boned man full of power.

It seemed his strength and speed were greater than K's, and things looked bad for her.

"Hmm... Of course the man knows how strong Ms. K is.

Completely unaware that his opponent is a woman, he seems to be seriously hitting the ball.

Powerful shots from his masculine arm force Ms. K into a corner.

For the first three rounds, the man scores. He not only has a strong physique but also superb tennis
skills, so he's a tennis-training athlete, not track and field, not boxing or any other sport
. Sure enough, the male athlete wins the first and second sets as well.

However, as the third and fourth sets progress, Ms. K's speed increases.

Having gotten used to her opponent's rhythm and power, she begins to return the ball skillfully.

Facing Ms. K's cautious attacks on the corners, the man begins to make mistakes.

'This flow!... This man will definitely be reversed by K.'" I think I foresaw the outcome.

Just like I experienced it in high school, being drawn into the rhythm of women's tennis, constantly under pressure,
and ultimately making mistakes—I feel like I'm falling into that feeling again…

Sure enough, my premonition was right.

After being slowly caught up at 3-3, the man's mistakes suddenly increased. The more anxious he became, the more he
fell K's rhythm.

From then on, the match became a one-sided bullying.

Ms. K cornered the man, who was panicked by anxiety and humiliation. She hit the man's
side of skillful shots.

Every time the man hit the ball, he would
shout .

When he was cornered, it sounded like a scream, echoing hollowly on the court.

"Ahhh!" The physical education student was defeated by the girl…

Not an ordinary man.

Not even an amateur tennis enthusiast like me.

I've been practicing rigorously every day since junior high and high school.

A strong body from rigorous training, tennis skills honed through rigorous practice.

In his most proficient and proudest area—tennis—the athletic boy's
meticulously honed and powerfully executed "manly tennis" was
easily .

At that moment, all his past efforts, all the youth and
sweat even his future tennis career, were calmly negated by Miss K.

How did he feel?

Well, defeated by a woman.

A one-sided, humiliating defeat, too tragic.

Everyone was watching.

So ashamed.

He wanted to win ,

but he had already lost.

And even if they played another game, he probably wouldn't stand a chance.

There was no way.

He couldn't win, even against such a lovely girl.

Aww, so unwilling! He

wanted to escape!

That must have been what he was thinking

. The match ended. The man was clearly mentally broken, collapsing to the ground.

Miss K smiled, walked over to the man she had just defeated, and said something.

Is Miss K proud of her dominance? Or does she pity the
men she outmaneuvered in front of everyone?

What will become of that man's life?

Miss K defeating the men in the club is probably commonplace for her.

She's just so amazing; even as a woman, easily crushing men is only natural.

I once seriously considered dating Miss K, if possible.

But that's just a dream. A woman I can't possibly beat, Miss K who always takes
matches seriously… I don't even have a sliver of a chance to win. But until graduation, I
didn't have the courage to approach Miss K.

I thought, a weak man like me, she wouldn't even acknowledge me.

And because she's a celebrity, I've heard many rumors. Apparently, the men's tennis team at A University
hasn't been doing well in recent years.

It's said that what started as practice

matches later turned into club-wide challenges

, with one after another, the strongest male players chosen to play against her.

In the end, it all turned into a one-sided bullying by Ms. K on the court, witnessed by everyone.

She was such a cute girl, and everyone knew her playing style, but they still
couldn't beat her, and each time it became a one-sided assault and blame.

Basically, the boys could win the first one or two games, but once Ms. K adapted to her style and started to take
control ,

the men's side quickly collapsed.

Not only were the men traumatized by Ms. K's manipulation, but even the male members watching
began to doubt themselves.

"Men are of course superior to women!"

"Men are naturally stronger than women!"

Holding onto this generally accepted belief, the stark
contrast between their thoughts and reality—being mercilessly bullied by women time and time again—must have brought these men immense humiliation and pain. The sports department boys' mentality
wavered, while the girls became even more confident.

And later, it wasn't just losing to Ms. K.

More and more insecure boys, unable to perform to their full potential, lost to confident
girls .

These male sports students, already adults, had their childhood efforts, countless hours
of practice under the scorching sun, countless runs in the freezing wind,

and many other precious memories and beliefs

all destroyed by these youthful, lovely, yet cruelly ruthless girls.

Most of the male members were easily, intentionally or unintentionally, rejected by the girls, both physically and mentally
.

But for University A, while the men's tennis club in the physical education department was in decline, the women's tennis club
, under Ms. K's leadership, achieved remarkable results.

Later, I heard that she was dating a star player from another university's non-tennis club.

"I guess I prefer strong men to weak ones." Sadly, I decided to give up
.

Even after becoming a working professional, Ms. K remained active in her company's team,

achieving excellent results in the All-Japan Championships. Every time I see her active in a corner of a tennis magazine,
it reminds me of my own experiences, and the abuse many men have suffered...

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