A full-time girlfriend-for-hire job suddenly turns into a reverse harem.
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International basketball prodigy and full-time girlfriend-for-hire Ymari Seinaru's life was going characteristically well until a series of unexpected encounters makes he...
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the japan team's uniforms were distributed in the court just before the exhibition game had started, therefore, seinaru's uniform was with her coach.
she made a quick uniform change and went back to the bench where her team was waiting for her. her hair wasn't even up in a ponytail because she left her scrunchies at the hotel, thinking she wouldn't need any today because, well, she wasn't even meant to play. her hair cascaded down her shoulders perfectly in a pin-straight fashion, making her look breathtakingly fierce.
on the court, she replaced jordan. their roles were jumbled up again. the best thing about the nippon team was that they were all trained by ymari's regimen to be all-rounders.
utsui played center, nozomi was the small forward, ryuguji took on the role of being the power forward, and takemichi was now the shooting guard.
it was their captain that assigned their roles based on their skills. sure, ryuguji made a few successful three-pointers during this match, but when it came to strength, she was the one that could rival hanuka's drive. takemichi, who was a skilled point guard earlier, had the aim of an archer. her three's go in almost every single time. utsui's good at rebounds, she's proven that during training so she's the center. nozomi has given good support during the game, and she's always played the role of a small forward.
ymari was playing point guard. no questions asked as to why she was.
they all walked back in the court when the buzzer echoed, signalling that the time out had ended.
she didn't even spare the opposing team a glance as she looked up at the score and then at the shot clock.
51 - 101 in favor of argentina, with five seconds til' the third quarter is over.
a terrifying sneer fell onto her lips as her eyes flashed the fiercest shades of blue and green— that's more than enough time she needed.
the referee blew the whistle, bouncing the ball to the team with the blue jersey. but before they could even blink, it was stolen from them by a certain point guard.
her eyes shone as she felt the ball with the tips of her fingers and then proceeded to dribble it. the shot clock ticked down to 4 seconds.
two players— lucero and arias— from the opposing team screened her in a two man block but she pushed past them easily, knocking them both off their feet without them even touching her— the force of the wind around her was strong enough to get them off her back. they landed on their butts as they looked at the girl in disbelief— how did she do that?
they looked at the referees, waiting for them to blow their whistles— but it never came. it wasn't a violation since she never touched them, if any it looked like it was argentina's lame attempt at getting her a charging foul. but both teams knew it wasn't.
