Restarting Life as the Protagonist of a Fantasy Dating Sim-Chapter 37: Magical Performance

Nick took a slow breath through his nose.

He lined up in shotgun again, standing right behind the center’s broad back, with the fullback squeezed in between them like a nervous buffer.

Deep breath.

Inhale through the nose, out through the mouth.

Then the blue panels exploded across his vision.

[You’ve used level 7 active skill Combat Instinct!]

Now he could read the muscles of 11 defenders.

[You’ve used C-rank spell Wind Step!]

His movement speed +200% for 15 seconds.

[You’ve used active skill Mana Reinforcement!]

Physical were now parameters +400%

[You’ve used level 5 active skill Battle Monger!]

Pain nullification 67% and bleeding reduced by 80%

[You’ve used C-rank spell Gale Rush!]

For explosive linear acceleration.

[You’ve used D-rank spell Air Leap!]

It unlocked mid-air maneuverability which was mostly for close combat mages.

Across the line, the defense was grinning like hyenas.

"Let’s break the pretty boy’s legs this time."

One linebacker muttered as he cracked his neck.

"Yeah, make sure he crawls off the field."

The fullback in front of Nick started the cadence.

"Down! Brown! Sugar-five! Sugar-five! Ready—"

The center didn’t even pretend to block.

He just slapped the ball back to Nick like he was tossing trash to a rookie and stepped aside.

Nick’s right hand moved in a flash. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

One-handed snatch to trap the ball.

Now it was stuck to his palm like glue.

Four linebackers launched.

Nick exploded forward.

BOOM!

Shoulder met shoulder pads in a four-man pile-up.

Except the pile-up went the wrong way.

All four defenders flew backward like bowling pins hit by a cannonball as their helmets clacked.

One guy ate a face-full of turf so hard his mouthpiece shot out like a bullet.

Another defender came from the blind side.

Nick dipped left and [Wind Step] triggered.

His body flickered as a blue after-image hung in the air for half a second while the real him was already three yards away.

The defender dove, brutally kissed grass, and came up spitting green.

The bleachers went wild.

"HOLY SHIT DID YOU SEE THAT?!"

"HE JUST SENT FOUR DUDES TO THE GULAG!"

Nadine was on her feet, fists in the air.

"SUCK IT, LOSERS!"

The cheer squad squealed.

Two seniors immediately tugged their skirts higher as their pleats rode up until the bottom curve of their asses peeked with every bounce.

The surface of their soft meaty buns were red.

Their generously endowed chests bounced.

Their ponytails whipped.

This was the time to show Nick some support.

They wanted his eyes on them now!

Coach Hardman’s whistle fell out of his mouth.

"THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!"

Nick’s baby-blue eyes surged with mana.

The wind around his calves rippled like heat haze.

Two more defenders charged from opposite sides like twin towers as they aimed to pancake him.

Nick planted, coiled, and launched.

Legs split wide, he vaulted clean over the collision.

It was a perfect aerial split!

The two idiots slammed into each other with a CRUNCH that echoed in their rattling skulls. Nick’s palm slapped the top of one helmet, using the guy’s head like a springboard to soar even higher like it was Super Mario!

Mid-air.

[Air Leap → Wind Magic vector control]

He literally ran three steps on nothing, blue ripples under his cleats, then dropped like a meteor.

Jace was waiting.

Nick lowered his shoulder.

Jace left his feet, spun 180, and landed clutching his ribs with a wheeze.

The end zone was twelve years away.

『Lock in...』

A huge, fast, and angry Derek dived from behind.

Nick flicked his wrist.

A burst of compressed wind shot from his back foot.

WHOOSH.

He rocketed forward the final five yards and slammed the ball down so hard it bounced ten feet back up.

TOUCHDOWN.

Coach Hardman was already there with wild eyes.

"GET OVER HERE, YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD!"

Nick roared. Hardman roared louder.

They jumped, chest-bumped so hard then slapped hands hard enough to sting.

"Again!"

Hardman bellowed, spinning to the offense.

"We run it back! Same play!"

The defense cracked knuckles, murder in their eyes.

Nick gave them the middle finger and jogged back.

He stopped behind the same fullback from earlier.

"Hey."

Nick’s voice was flat and quiet.

"I told you the protection call. You ignored it. Why?"

The guy rolled his eyes.

"Bro, you weren’t exactly—"

"Shut up."

Nick cut him off.

"Next time you call it. Exactly like I said."

The fullback opened his mouth then saw Nick’s eyes and closed it fast.

Nick tapped his shoulder pad, light but firm.

"Am I clear?"

"Yeah. Crystal."

Next play.

The fullback barked the real cadence this time.

"Max protect! 68 trap on two! Ready—"

Nick narrowed his eyes at the defense shifting.

『They’re pissed now. They’ll bring seven, eight?』

He exhaled.

"HUT!"

Ball in his hands.

Seven bodies this time. House blitz.

But the offensive line actually blocked this time.

Four linebackers still blew past like they didn’t exist.

Nick moved like the world slowed down.

He used spins and side steps to get past them.

A defender’s arms closed on empty air.

He planted.

Eyes locked sixty yards downfield.

The wide receiver streaked open.

Nick’s mind ran the numbers in half a heartbeat.

[Wind Speed: 6 mph southwest]

[Humidity: 48%]

[Ball Rotation Needed: 840 RPM]

[Add 14% topspin for late dip!]

He dropped back two steps as a linebacker the size of a refrigerator dived for his knees.

Nick pivoted as his hips torqued.

The ball spun on his fingertips like a fidget spinner.

Release.

The football screamed.

A visible shockwave rippled the air behind it.

The ball rocketed in a spiral that bent five yards left then knifed down like a missile.

It was perfect.

The receiver threw his hands up.

The ball hit so hard it yanked him forward ten extra yards as it dragged him across the goal line like a comet.

TOUCHDOWN.

Coach Hardman lost his mind.

He grabbed the water station and flipped the entire thing as Gatorade jugs exploded everywhere.

"FUCK YES! THAT’S MY QUARTERBACK!"

He even grabbed his gentle assistant coach and shook her by the shoulders until she laughed.

She’s a tiny woman named Coach Riley.

Nick ripped his helmet off.

Long black hair stuck to his sweaty, bloody face.

He looked at Hardman.

Hardman looked back and nodded proudly.

Nick slammed the helmet into the turf, threw his head back and roared.

"WOOOOOOOOOOO!"

[Task Complete! Masterclass delivered. The coach has high hopes for you. You’ve received a well-deserved cash reward of $15,000!]

Twenty minutes later.

The girls’ locker room.

The smell of coconut body wash is everywhere.

Nadine pulled off her shirt and let the fabric drag for a moment over the curve of her breasts before it finally slipped away. She slid a thumb under each bra strap and tugged them tighter as she enjoyed the sharp little pinch of the lace against her skin.

The bra itself was a wicked piece of lingerie.

It was black and way too tight.

It pushed her full, heavy breasts up until they looked almost unreal on her slim body.

Round, lifted, and almost proudly on display.

She cupped them with both hands to give their firmness a slow squeeze. Her nipples were already hard as they pushed against the thin fabric like they wanted out.

"Ahh ♥️ so relaxing~"

The only thing she hated about the bra was the sunrise jogs with Nick back at the estate.

Every step should’ve sent those lush tits bouncing until Nick was begging her to whip them out.

"Hah, in my dreams..."

She giggled, loud and unashamed.

"God, did you see him today? Crazy!"

A junior cheerleader shimmied out of her skirt to let it drop so her thong peeked.

"Those hands. Did you see how he palmed that ball with one hand? Imagine those fingers ♥️"

"I felt that in my cooch~"

Another senior unhooked her bra as she let her sweaty girls bounce free.

"All that sweat dripping down his neck? I wanted to lick him like a popsicle."

Someone moaned, fanning herself.

"My panties are soaked but it’s not sweat!"

Laughter and wolf-whistles filled the room.

A sophomore peeling off thigh-high socks talked.

"He’s gotta have a girlfriend, right? Boys that hot and rich don’t stay single."

"Yeah, probably some model chick."

"I wish I was her..."

Half the room sighed in agreement.

"He doesn’t have one yet!"

Nadine and Susan shouted at the exact same time.

Dead silence.

They both froze, half-naked, eyes wide.

Nadine in her tight sports bra and spandex shorts.

Susan in just a towel, hair still damp.

Every girl in the locker room turned to stare.

Nadine’s caramel cheeks went fire-engine red.

Susan’s pale ones weren’t far behind.

One of the seniors smirked. "Well, well..."

Nadine looked away fast and arms crossing under her chest like that would hide anything.

Susan clutched her towel tighter.

The chatter slowly started again, but quieter.

Nadine stared at the lockers, lips pouting.

『First cute guy in forever and Susan wants him? I can’t have anything when she’s around...』

She felt... jealous.