All the Heroines are my Ex-girlfriends

Being pulled into the room by Yukima Azuma.

Sora Ginko was a little startled.

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

But she quickly calmed down.

They had grown up together since childhood.

A scene like this—just the two of them, one man and one woman, alone in a room—had happened countless times.

If anything were really going to happen, it would have happened long ago.

This idiot is basically just a block of wood.

But... recently, he seems to have gained a little awareness.

Placing the shogi board on the tatami, Sora Ginko sat down on one side.

However, Yukima Azuma didn't sit across from her.

Instead, he sat right next to her.

Sora Ginko looked at Yukima Azuma in confusion.

"Not going to play shogi with me?"

"We've played no less than ten thousand matches since we were kids, missing one won't matter." Yukima Azuma shook his head.

Hearing that, Sora Ginko pouted.

( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)

Of course, she understood this, but she just wanted to find a little sense of security.

This time, obtaining the Queen title wouldn't be easy.

Not to mention the other strong players.

Even those around her—Sainokami Ika wasn't an opponent to be taken lightly.

And then there was Hinatsuru Ai.

Normally, Sora Ginko had always crushed Hinatsuru Ai.

But that girl had immense talent, and Sora Ginko couldn't help but worry.

Now, she had come to play shogi with Yukima Azuma, only to be refused.

Sora Ginko felt a little annoyed, even suspecting that Yukima Azuma was favoring his disciple.

Seeing the adorable pout on his sister-senpai's face,

Yukima Azuma couldn't resist and reached out to poke Sora Ginko's cheek.

(๑❛▿❛)/(*'▿' )

Sora Ginko immediately glared at Yukima Azuma with a terrifying look.

(◣ _ ◢)

When they were younger, this trick had worked very well on Yukima Azuma.

Back then, Yukima Azuma didn't understand Sora Ginko's feelings and was afraid she'd actually get mad at him.

He would obediently apologize.

But now, Yukima Azuma wasn't scared at all.

He even extended another finger and pinched her cheek.

(づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ(≖ᴗ≖ ✿)

Seeing that her threatening glare had no effect, Sora Ginko felt a little helpless.

She couldn't actually beat up Yukima Azuma just because he pinched her cheek.

And then, just one sentence from Yukima Azuma truly made Sora Ginko furious.

"Ginko-senpai has put on some weight."

What girl could tolerate being told she's gained weight?

Sora Ginko gritted her teeth, nearly biting Yukima Azuma's finger.

(｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ) !!!

"When you were little, Ginko-senpai was too skinny. It's a good thing you've grown up healthy now."

Yukima Azuma said, his tone carrying a hint of nostalgia.

Hearing that, Sora Ginko immediately deflated.

When she was little, due to a severe heart condition, she had been extremely thin and small.

She had even been hospitalized for a long time.

Back then, Yukima Azuma visited her every single day.

The hospital food was bland and tasteless.

Every day, she had to mix in a lot of sauce just to eat it.

After finding out about this, Yukima Azuma brought her a little bit of tasty but relatively healthy snacks every day.

It was during that time that Sora Ginko gradually fell for Yukima Azuma.

Otherwise, even if they had grown up under the same master,

Sora Ginko wouldn't have been infatuated with Yukima Azuma from the start.

Her fingers lightly touched the crown bracelet on her wrist.

Sora Ginko unconsciously smiled with happiness.

(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡

After smiling, she realized that the worries in her heart had significantly lessened.

Looking at Yukima Azuma, she wondered if he had been doing all this to help her relieve psychological pressure.

Thinking about it, Sora Ginko suddenly felt a little jealous.

He's really good at this.

She wasn't always by Yukima Azuma's side.

It was rare for her to have the chance to talk with him like this.

"Do you usually comfort your disciple like this too?" Ginko glared at Yukima Azuma.

Yukima Azuma shook his head. "Ai is always full of energy."

"Oh, that's true. That little girl went straight to your house to become your disciple at such a young age."

"Ginko-senpai has no right to talk about others. You were even more domineering!"

Hearing that, Yukima Azuma almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

At the very least, Hinatsuru Ai had already entered elementary school when she sought out a master.

But Sora Ginko…

The achievements of this little senpai were truly astonishing.

At two years old, Sora Ginko had already memorized all the rules of shogi.

At four years old, she lost a teaching match against Kiyotaki Kousuke.

And so, that four-year-old girl went online to look up Kiyotaki Kousuke's home address.

She bought a train ticket on her own and traveled to her master's house to seek revenge.

She even left behind a legendary tale—because she couldn't reach the ticket machine, the station staff had to place a small platform in front of it just so she could buy her ticket.

Even more domineering than Hinatsuru Ai.

No wonder, despite being so young, Yukima Azuma had already taken a master.

And yet, Sora Ginko, who was even younger than him, had somehow entered the school before him and become his senpai.

Being teased by Yukima Azuma,

Sora Ginko felt a little embarrassed and unconsciously fiddled with the hem of her skirt.

(づ>/////<)づ

The younger Sora Ginko had been extremely proud.

Losing a match to her master left her seventy percent unwilling and eighty percent frustrated.

She spent all day thinking about how to take revenge.

Later, when her parents found out, that was when the matter of taking a master was decided.

But looking back…

Being able to become a disciple had truly been a stroke of luck.

Otherwise, she never would have met Yukima Azuma.

After a brief moment of awkwardness,

Sora Ginko took a deep breath.

All the tension had disappeared.

She lifted her head to look at Yukima Azuma.

"Will I win?"

It was a strange question because, unless there was a massive gap in skill, the outcome of a match was always uncertain, full of countless variables.

But at this moment, Sora Ginko asked not for an actual answer—

She simply wanted Yukima Azuma's affirmation.

"Of course you'll win. Sora Ginko is the most incredible genius I've ever met."

Yukima Azuma responded without hesitation.

"What about that little brat?"

"It'll take Ai a few more years to catch up to you."

"Are you just trying to make me happy?"

"I mean it. I don't know what senpai is so worried about. You're the one the entire women's shogi world places their hopes on."

Sora Ginko was instantly convinced.

That's right—she had to win.

Not just for her own pride and ambition.

But for all those who had placed their hopes in her.

Women's shogi was in decline; no one had ever made it to professional status.

The highest rank achieved was only 2-dan in the shoureikai.

Which was the very rank she held now.

She absolutely couldn't stop here.

She had to keep moving forward.

Until she reached 3-dan in the shoureikai.

And eventually, even professional 4-dan.

At the very least, until she became a professional 4-dan, she wouldn't allow herself to fail.

Umu, she would win.

( ︶︿︶)_

...

Standing up,

Sora Ginko prepared to return to her room.

Her mind was now completely steady.

In the upcoming match, she had to walk the path to victory in peak form.

"Now that you've sorted everything out, you're just leaving? Senpai, you're so heartless!"

Yukima Azuma gently tugged at Sora Ginko's sleeve.

Hearing that, Sora Ginko's fair face immediately flushed red.

She suddenly remembered something from a few days ago—

She had taken the initiative to kiss this boy on the cheek.

At that time, it was because Yukima Azuma had given her the crown bracelet.

And now,

he had helped her untangle the knots in her heart.

It felt like… she should give him something in return, right?

But last time, she had already kissed his cheek.

So this time, did that mean she had to…?

"Ginko-senpai, how about not going back to your room tonight and staying here instead?"

Yukima Azuma spoke softly.

Sora Ginko: ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!!!!

This was skipping way too many steps?!

Lifting her foot.

Her fair-skinned foot, clad only in white socks, kicked straight at Yukima Azuma.

"Hentai, death sentence, dieee!"

⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾

Yukima Azuma was stunned as he was stomped on.

∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?

How did this suddenly escalate to a death sentence?!

But then he noticed that even the tips of Sora Ginko's ears had turned bright red.

Recalling his own words,

Yukima Azuma immediately came to a realization.

Your Honor, Jesus Christ in heaven, I've been wronged!

(╥‸╥)

He had merely wanted a lap pillow to sleep on—purely and innocently!

After all, his sister-senpai was still just a middle school student.

It wasn't like he was some kind of perverted freak. No matter what, he wouldn't lay hands on a middle schooler!

"Even if it's a little greedy, is a lap pillow really too much to ask?"

(╥﹏╥)

Yukima Azuma feigned innocence, pretending not to have guessed Sora Ginko's thoughts.

Deliberately giving her a way to back out of the situation.

Otherwise, this senpai would surely die of embarrassment today.

Hearing that it was just a lap pillow, Sora Ginko froze for a moment.

Then, she suddenly realized how overly embarrassed she had been just now, wishing she could find a crack in the tatami to crawl into.

( ⁄ ⁄•⁄Д⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Thankfully, she hadn't said anything too revealing earlier.

Honestly, if there had been no misunderstanding and Yukima Azuma had just outright asked for a lap pillow,

Sora Ginko would have hesitated for a long time.

After all, giving a lap pillow was pretty embarrassing.

But now, compared to what she had been thinking earlier, a lap pillow was nothing at all.

Feeling a little guilty, she avoided his gaze.

Sora Ginko quietly retracted her small foot.

"This… this time is an exception."

(,,¬﹏¬,,)

On the bed.

Sora Ginko sat properly, gently tugging at the hem of her skirt.

Between her over-the-knee white socks and the pleated skirt of her sailor uniform,

a strip of fair, unblemished skin was revealed—a "Zettai Ryoiki" that could shake one's heart.

Yukima Azuma rested his head down.

Awawa~, was this the paradise that DIO had always longed for?

The sensation of touching the smooth white socks.

But the girl's skin was even softer than the fabric.

At first, Sora Ginko was so embarrassed that her whole body stiffened.

But after a while, once she got used to it, she realized… it wasn't that big of a deal.

Her slender fingers unconsciously rested on Yukima Azuma's tousled hair.

She suddenly felt a bit like a gentle mother, softly stroking the boy's head.

Sora Ginko's mind drifted to the past.

Yukima Azuma's words today reminded her of many things.

Back when they were kids, this boy was like a stubborn block of wood, completely oblivious to her feelings.

Sora Ginko had thought her affections were obvious enough.

Thankfully, he had finally started to understand now.

But if only he had figured it out a few years earlier, how great that would have been.

Thinking of this, Sora Ginko suddenly remembered Kasumigaoka Utaha.

A block of wood like him… and yet, in the end, he was seduced by that fat cow.

She was the one who got there first!

It should've been me, not her!

▄█▀█●

Remembering this, Sora Ginko grew irritated and reached out to pinch Yukima Azuma's cheek.

"Uwa, senpai, it hurts!"

(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

"No, senpai doesn't hurt."

( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)

"Senpai, I'M the one who's hurting!"

Seeing Yukima Azuma still being so cheeky, Sora Ginko couldn't help but laugh.

Then, she leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the boy's cheek.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Not at all! Senpai, please pinch me two more times!"

Yukima Azuma immediately threw all his dignity out the window.

(Note: Sweet chapter)