My Cuckhold System-Chapter 98: We Did It

The voices in the background continued.

-"Summoners aren’t built for speed."

-"They rely on their contracts."

-"That’s what I heard."

The starter raised the pistol.

"On your marks!"

West crouched.

"Set!"

Bang!

The moment the gun fired, runners exploded forward.

West on the other hand, pushed himself forward and the world slowed.

His first step tore into the track...

On his second step, he accelerated explosively.

By the time the others hit their third stride, West was already two meters ahead.

Gasps erupted from the stands.

"What the—?"

He leaned forward slightly, maintaining controlled breathing as his body shot forward by nearly eight feet any time he took a step.

His stride length was longer and by the first curve, he was five meters ahead.

By the second straight, the gap widened further.

The wind whipped against his face as he pushed harder.

To make things even more interesting, he didn’t even feel strain...

He crossed the finish line nearly an entire stretch ahead.

"WHAT?!"

"No way!"

"Summoners can’t run like that!"

"Was he even trying?!"

West slowed to a casual jog and turned around.

The second-place runner was still ten meters away.

He blinked in surprise...

Maybe he had gone a bit overboard. He didn’t even realize he was ever this quick.

Mira was screaming from the sidelines.

"WHAT ARE YOU?!"

West raised a hand casually and Class 3A went feral.

---

The next event was rope climbing.

There was a tall metal frame positioned at the center of the field with thick hanging ropes.

Daniel had been their rope specialist but since West was taking over in every sporting event that Daniel was supposed to participate in, he’d have to do this as well.

Students gathered closer.

"This one’s about upper body strength."

"Summoners definitely don’t have that."

"Watch him struggle."

West stepped forward and grabbed the rope.

The moment the whistle blew, he pulled.

His first pull launched him upward nearly a full meter... and his second pull was even stronger.

At this point, he wasn’t even climbing, he was ascending.

By his fourth pull, he was already at the halfway mark.

Students’ mouths hung open.

"Is he flying?!"

"No, that’s pure muscle!"

He reached the top in under six seconds, trapped the bell and the metal rang sharply across the field.

He descended just as smoothly, controlling his drop with ease.

The PE teacher stared at the stopwatch in disbelief.

"How is this possible?"

Mira shook her head.

"Perks of being awakened..."

Girls in the stands were openly swooning now.

"Did you see his arms when he pulled?"

"Oh my God..."

"Why does he look even hotter today?"

---

The next event was javelin.

West rolled his shoulders lightly as he stepped onto the field.

The other competitors had thrown decently, landing near the far marker, around seventy meters.

Respectable performances all across.

West picked up the javelin but it felt too light...

He inhaled, stepped back and ran forward with controlled momentum.

He planted his foot and threw, releasing it cleanly.

The javelin cut through the air like a missile, passing the seventy-meter marker in just a few moments...

The students stood in awe as it passed the eighty and ninety meter mark... but didn’t descend...

The javelin kept going...

CRASH!

A loud, distant impact echoed as the javelin pierced through the side of a small unused maintenance building beyond the field.

A second later, the tip punched out the other side.

Utter silence immediately spread across the field.

The PE teacher slowly lowered his clipboard.

"...West."

"Yes, sir?"

"Next time, aim... shorter."

"Understood."

The field erupted into chaos.

"HE PIERCED A BUILDING!"

"WHAT KIND OF SUMMONER IS THIS?!"

Girls screamed in excitement while phones came out.

Videos were already being recorded.

West exhaled slowly.

Maybe he’d miscalculated.

---

By the end of the events Daniel had been signed up for, Class 3A was dominating.

West had carried multiple points and now, he was the undisputed star of the day.

Wherever he walked, eyes followed.

Whispers trailed behind him.

"Dude is something else..."

Even students from other classes who had previously expected him to perform badly, were staring with interest.

West was standing near the inside edge of the track, sipping water and pretending not to notice the constant attention.

Meanwhile, Nina had her own event: a mid-distance sprint.

The whistle blew for Nina’s race and she took off cleanly.

She was pretty light on her feet despite the constant bouncing of the large watermelons attached to her chest.

But halfway through the curve, something strange happened.

Her stride faltered causing her to veer slightly off track.

Students gasped as she overcorrected too hard and her momentum carried her off the lane entirely...

And directly toward West.

He barely had time to register it as she crashed into him.

The impact would have knocked a normal student flat but West’s absorbed most of it.

He staggered a single step back while Nina bounced off his chest and nearly fell.

He caught her instantly by the waist and the field went silent again.

Her hands were pressed against his chest and his arm was around her.

Her face flushed red.

"I—I’m sorry," she stammered.

West looked down at her calmly.

"You okay?"

She nodded quickly.

West helped Nina steady herself while she stared at him with a strange longing like she was trying to keep something at bay.

...

...

The final whistle of the day echoed across the school grounds, cutting through the humid evening air like the closing note of a grand performance.

For a moment, there was silence and then, cheers erupted.

Laughter rolled across the field as some students shouted in triumph while others yelled in playful complaint. A few collapsed dramatically onto the grass as if they had just survived a battlefield rather than a sports festival.

The scoreboard flickered one last time.

Class 3A – 487 points.

Class 3C – 402 points.

Class 3B – 382 points

Class 3D – 356 points

"WE DID IT!" someone from 3A screamed.

West stood near the edge of the field, a towel draped around his shoulders and droplets of water still clinging to his hair from the pool event. His classmates swarmed him, slapping his back, pulling him into half-drenched hugs.

"You carried the relay!"

"That last sprint was insane!"

"You’re a monster!"