Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 6 Chapter 242/ 36: The Tournament

While we waited for the first round to finish, I got to work sending Crystal the video from last night on the balcony and one for a while while we watched the movie. I sent both, then pulled up the app for playing with my girlfriend. I wondered what she was doing at that moment as I laid back and smiled against the school wall.

The time slipped past slowly, and a lot of the teammates were chatting happily about the stomping we did, and I smiled. I could hear the team being in a great mood and with high morale. I saw a lot of girls wanting to talk to Alex and Sarah, whereas I was left mostly alone. I watched on and continued to play with my girlfriend.

"The games are over; it is our turn to come back up. The Quarterfinals are starting." Sarah suddenly said as I pushed the vibrations inside my girlfriend up to the max. I brought it back down to a more moderate level and stood up.

"Oh, I lost track of time," I said with a smile, and Sarah smiled in return.

"Yeah, everyone was talking, and it seems you were kind of out of it. Mind if I ask what you were thinking about?" Sarah asked.

"I was teasing Crystal, like how we did on the walk," I told her with a grin, "Just with an app instead."

Sarah blushed hard, and my grin turned to a smile as I wrapped an arm around her. "Come on, get your head into the Game, Sarah; let's go enjoy ourselves competing and stop thinking about dirty things, you dirty girl," I teased her, and she glared at me.

"You're the one who is always doing things to me," Sarah protested, and I grinned, grabbing her breast.

"Maybe," I said before getting close to her ear, "But you love it and would not have it any other way," I whispered.

"You know I would," Sarah blushed and looked away, "I want to be your girlfriend," She whispered loudly enough for me to hear.

"Hmm, we will see," I said with a grin, but inside, I didn't know what to really say. But the look of happiness on her face showed instantly.

I didn't know what to say more than that, and we walked side by side a little distance from the team before entering the gym, where we started to stretch. I got myself nice and limber, looking forward to the match, leaving all that relationship stuff for later. Right now was the time to destroy the enemy team, and I could only feel a smile stretch my face as I looked forward to it. This feeling before the adversary was amazing, and I let myself get a little drunk on it before I joined the team with Mrs. Grendier talking about strategy.

"Alright, ladies, we are starting off strong. We were going against the fourth last year, and they barely lost to the third team over time. We are going to make sure they don't even make it to the semi-finals this year. Is that understood?" Mrs. Grendier began, and the look in our team's eyes was something I loved. It was a team that was ready to slay the enemy team. "Good. I love the look, ladies, so I am going to paint out the strategy, Angela; honestly, you are our best server right now. I got a speed for your serves last game, and they were hitting Ninety-Seven kph. That is a little over sixty-one miles per hour, and that is destructive at our rank. Keep hitting balls like that into the enemy team, and they will not have an easy time recovering the ball."

I looked surprised at that number as I was not even hitting my hardest, and that put me at the top of the team. What would happen if I hit as hard as I could? What speed would the ball hit into the ground? I wanted to know, I really wanted to know now, and I grinned. I would take a chance to see if I could hit the ball as hard as I could. I could not do it right away, but I could take a chance with one of the servers if things were going well. I would have that one ball I could miss before it counted as a point against me.

I could feel my body buzz almost as I thought about it, and I had to know. I needed to know badly, and it was decided once she told me the speed. I barely even listened to the rest of it as Mrs. Grendier went over the final details, and Sarah went over the coin flip. Once again, Sarah came back over with a smile and the ball, passing it over to me.

"You're really good at getting the ball," I commented as she passed the ball to me.

"Yup, I barely ever lose the coin flip," Sarah grinned with a blush on her face. I could see that she was still happy from before, "Make sure they feel the pain of us having the first ball, Angela."

"Oh, I will," I said, bouncing the ball a couple of times as I started to put myself in position for the ball. Then I noticed a new sign-up that wasn't there before, or I had not noticed before. It was a speed sign it looked like on the side of the road saying the speed of the hit. At least, that was what I hoped it was. I frowned for a moment, wondering if that was a good thing for me to have up as I might compete with my previous speeds.

For now, I bounced the ball and watched as my team moved into position, waiting for the start of the game. When everything started, I was the one to hit the ball first. I took a nice deep breath and moved forward, tossing the ball high into the air, and leaped at the perfect time. My body moved just as I wanted it to, with the heel of my hand smashing the ball down over to the other side of the net just passing above it, and I heard a yelp as the ball smashed the ground, surprising the crowd.

The board lit up with Ninety-Nine kph on the speed board, and I heard talk among the crowd. With a point for our team on the board, I massaged my neck a little before someone passed me the ball. My team was already starting to get used to my serves, and it seemed I was being solidified as a team-serving ace. I bounced the volleyball as I got back into position, and I watched the reaction of the enemy team as their expressions cooled and they looked at me seriously. I could see some chatter from them as I finished getting into position. I wanted to hit three digits today, I decided. I would get at least one point with over one hundred kph.

I started to move and tossed the ball up into the air once more, and I smashed that ball with measured strength, going for accuracy over speed. The ball quickly flew over to the other side of the net, and their libero was there with her arms to bump the ball, and it flew straight up into the air. I caught the speed at ninety-six kph, and I got myself in position watching the girls on the other team try to recover the ball from spiking it, but instead, I just had to pass it over to us or lose the point anyway. We quickly corrected the ball, and Sarah was there to smash it back into their team, deftly dodging their blockers and collecting a point from their team.

Back into position for me as I moved back, and I grinned as the enemy team was not going to be like the first girls who had just rolled over on us. I liked that! I wanted someone to challenge me, and I had not felt that yet while playing in the tournament.

Suddenly, I was running forward while tossing the ball into the air, and I leaped and decided that I was going to smash the ball hard. I wanted to know the speeds I could hit and fuck accuracy! I moved my body with it, and I smashed that ball with a good portion of my strength as I felt I could do better, but the heel of my hand felt like it hit that sweet spot, and it quickly smashed the floor on the other side of the net just inside.

The ref ruled the point for us, and I looked at the board, grinning savagely. One hundred and nine kph blinked on the board, and I was smiling brightly. The girls of the enemy team now had that look of fear on their faces. They saw me as a main enemy to deal with and could not be allowed to continue to serve. Suddenly, the Coach of the enemy team called a time-out, and we all went back to the benches.

"Angela, Was that all your strength in that last serve?" Mrs. Grendier asked what all the teammates wanted to know.

"No, I don't think so," I told her with a savage smile, "I think I can hit it harder, but the accuracy will be lost. I will have to pay more attention to the form of me hitting the ball than I am hitting the ball. It would be a matter of luck if I were to hit anywhere inside the court." I told her bluntly, "I am not skilled enough to use all my strength yet. But they don't know that!"

"Angela, you are reaching Olympic-level speeds with those serves. So, seriously, don't overdo it," Mrs. Grendier said. "Play for the matches we are playing now. Get a feel for hitting the ball right, and we can correct the forum later in practice. I want you out there getting some more experience. Ladies, at that one point so far, they recovered the ball a little; I loved to see how easily you handled it. Sarah, Great spike. I have no more notes for you ladies."

A minute or two later, we were back on the court, and the enemy team changed up their ranks with some substitutions. That did not matter to me, and I got into position, and with a ball in my hand, I began again. Tossing the ball up into the air, I leaped and smashed it once more. I heard a girl yelp as she got into position, and the ball smashed into her wrists.

The Libero was on point, and the ball went soaring up into the air; she backed off, allowing a teammate to volley it; much to my surprise, another girl spiked it right at me. The ball was straight to me, and I reacted. I bumped the ball up to the front net corner, and a teammate volleyed it, setting it up for another team member to smash it onto the enemy court, and a rally finally began.

I grinned as the rally continued, passing it back and forth with spikes. It was a damn game, and we finally won the point with Sarah smashing the ball into their blockers, and the ball fell on their side of the court because of improper form and timing.

Things were getting spicy, and I was happy as I got the ball once more and smashed it back over to their side, whipping it at a speed of one hundred and one kph and making the enemy team struggle. The rally lasted for a bit before we took another point from them.

The first set turned into a one-sided slaughter as they just could not cope with my starting serves. With Each leap, I would smash it down into their side with force. The girls struggled, but we took the set with ease. With that, we had to swap sides, and we gave the ball to the enemy team and rotated around. Alex stood with a smile, watching the enemy team, and soon, they served us. Our teammate quickly bumped it, and the rally started with Sarah setting up the ball for another teammate, and the enemy team caught it quickly.

Rallies started for each point, and it was no longer the domination that we were showing in the first set. I could see our team members were happy with the change of pace as the enemy team took their first point from us. It was a change of pace that I did not mind either, as a one-sided stomp was no fun.

What didn't turn out fun was that they scored five points off of us before we turned a rally around, and I smashed the ball hard into some poor girl's arms, making the ball smash down onto the floor. The ninety-nine kph smashed into her arms at almost point-blank range, making the girl cry out in pain as the ball hit their side of the court.

I grinned savagely as I took a point from them and was set up as the server again. I could see the girls on the enemy team did not like that in the least as we rotated things. I moved into position, and much to my surprise, they received it correctly. My team was very surprised as well, as they spiked it into us with an eighty-six kph spike, only for Alex to be there to bring us back into the rally.

The game went hard and long, but we held, and the girl who seemed to be guarding right now got used to my speed or something. I served again, but I missed hitting the net hard, and I shook my head. I could not be rattled, and the next serve did not hit the net, but even with my speed, the girl recovered the ball, and a new Rally was set.

This time, we lost the point when a blocker timed it, and it went off her fingertips into the back, where none of us could get to in time. With the enemy team taking the lead once more, things got harsh, but it was definitely not one-sided. In the end, we lost the set with a fifteen to thirteen score, moving on to the final set.

This set took time, and the rallies were hard. We took the first rally, but they took it right back. We substituted a couple of our team members because they were worn out, and I was grinning as I easily kept pace. Sarah even had to ask how I did it, and I grinned, "This is nothing; I could go another five sets and only be sweating like I am now. I get so much rest time between sets."

The comment brought us into a long rally where I got set up for a spike from one of our teammates after Sarah faked spiking the ball, and I smashed it with almost all my strength at the lowest angle I could. The scream erupted from the girl who caught the ball with her face as my ball went wide and hit a front-side player in the face, making her bleed all over the ball as it looked like the ball broke her nose.

My smile, I knew, could not be larger, and I shivered in euphoria as the girl cried and looked at the speed sign. I spiked the ball, hitting her face for a hundred and five kph. That must have hurt, and I shuddered again as I felt amazing. There was a time-out as the girl got medical attention, and we were notified that I had broken her nose pretty badly, and she was taken to the hospital.

I had to close my eyes and breathe so I wouldn't get a hard-on from how much euphoria I felt at that moment. My sadist side was full-blown right now, and I wanted to do it again. The point went to our team, and I got to go serving once more. I grinned as the game restarted, and I was handed the ball. The score at this point was even at seven to seven, and I wanted to dominate the rest of the game.

My first spike serve hit a hundred and five kph, and the girl barely got the ball in control, but we took the point after they spiked it into us. The Next serve was another hundred and three kph, and the enemy team was in hell as I took point after point from them. It wasn't that they were not used to it; they just needed more time to recover, it seemed, from my spike serves, and, god forbid, if I got to spike the ball again.

Then, for the Match point, the enemy team got their bearings, and I wondered if my breaking the girl's nose made their team's morale take a nosedive. They were just rallying back together when Alex easily recovered the ball, and Sarah smashed it into the ground between two players who failed to recover it.

We took the quarter-final match to move on to the semi-finals, and I grinned. As long as we were in the top three, we could move on to the State competitions, which would be more than just one tournament. That one required much more time, although I knew I needed to take more time to look into it. Normally, I would have already known everything about it, but with my life being a hell of drama, I had not taken the time to learn it yet.

"Good Work, ladies. Go get some water and rest. Angela, can I speak to you for a moment?" Mrs. Grendier asked.

"Sure~!" I replied in high spirits as the team moved out of the way for the next team. When separated, I smiled at Mrs. Grendier, "What's up~!" I asked with a happy grin.

"Did you break that girl's nose on purpose?" Mrs. Grendier asked. "Your serves are already at Olympian level, and the other team is frightened of that. But the aim of that, along with the smile you showed, I want to ask. Was that on purpose?"

"Nope~!" I replied, smiling, "Not that I did not enjoy it. I hit the ball hard and downward as hard as I could. I have been riding a high where I have barely missed Mrs. Grendier, and I love how I have been able to take advantage of that. Breaking that girl's nose?" I shrugged happily, "I wish I could aim like that! I would do it more often~!" I smirked.

"More often?" Mrs. Grendier asked.

"Well, I enjoy playing the game, but break an enemy team player's nose, and they are out of the match. I would have done it to that one Libero that kept recovering my serves. She was the major reason the second set onward was so hard." I said, "Take the star player out of the game, and they are no longer an issue."

Mrs. Grendier looked at me suspiciously, and I didn't tell her the real reason. The sadistic glee was almost orgasmic, and I had to fight my body to keep my cock from getting hard. My pussy was dripping right now, and I shivered as I rejoined the team. I had to stop thinking about it, so I pulled out my phone, joining them as they joined the people watching in the gym instead of outside.

I started to play with my girlfriend's pussy instead of paying attention. It allowed my mind to drift a bit more without giving away how euphoric I felt hurting that girl. Alex sat beside me, laid her head on my shoulder, and watched as I played with my girlfriend on the app. "Is that what I think it is?" Alex asked.

"Probably," I replied, not completely sure what she was thinking it was.

"Do that to me one day," Alex replied and continued to watch in silence.

The girls around me were more silent than usual, and I pulled out my lunch, putting away my app for now; a lot of the girls looked hungry.

"Girls, After the Semifinals, we will have a late lunch before the finals. Then, we have something planned for if we lose or if we win. I want your best effort!" Mrs. Grendier said.

"I need more calories," I said and started to stuff my face.

The games were surprisingly quick with the rules they adopted for the regional tournament, and it took half as long as the other games. To make things even better, we were first again, and I finished my lunch long before it was our turn to play once more.

God, I loved this as we all got ready for the semi-final match. The girls on the other team looked a little more haggard than we did right now. I closed my eyes and waited, and Sarah brought back disappointing news: the enemy team got the ball. It meant that we were not going to start off with that good start we all wanted, but the first serve was right to me, and I sent it a bit off from where I wanted. But my team was there to set it and smash it into the face of the enemy team. The enemy team was quick on the reaction and smashed it back, and Alex easily recovered it; our setter sent it streaming down, the center with a teammate jumping to hit it only to stop at the last, and we kept going back and forth, second as I leaped and smashed it into the enemy teams face and but they recovered it and sent it back at us with Alex recovering it easily. The rally was on, and we kept going back and forth, with me smashing it three times into their face until one of our team members blocked a ball.

I didn't know the girl's name, but she was not as good serving as it seemed. She did not even know how to spike serve, and she sent it over with an overhand serve, and the rally started from there. It was another contested point that we took. Again and again, the girls served, and we hotly contested the point. It went on for a while, and it was five points before they took the ball back from us.

The game was hard, and eventually, they took the first set from us. I ended up with the ball in my hand to serve, and I grinned as I blasted the ball into their face as I went for power over control. Much to my delight, with a one hundred and six kph ball, they did not recover it. I smashed another three hundred kph plus balls in their face, and I grinned as they could not recover them. I had to prioritize aim with the next couple as my smashes went into the net or were out. When we reached nine points, they took the ball back from us, and we quickly got the point back with Sarah taking it from them as she was rotated back in. Sarah grinned as she was more recovered, and she started to serve with something I didn't know was a quick-serve. The enemy team was not expecting it, so she took a point from them. Then, an overhand serve started another contested rally.

We took point after point and got to fourteen before they took the ball from us and started to take point after point. I got frustrated as they took these points one after another, getting back to ten points before I smashed a ball into their side of the court before they had time to react, as my setter just put it into the air, and I smashed it on the way up.

That got a roar from the crowd, but I was frustrated and didn't really care about the crowd. I moved back to the bench with the set being over in our favor, bringing us to the final set.

The team was sweaty, and our under breasts were all showing signs of sweat stains from a day of playing volleyball. Many of the girls were exhausted, and a large lunch would be needed before the finals. Mrs. Grendier went on about what we should be doing, and soon we were back in the court.

I was up in front for once, and as I rotated into the front, I felt odd. I watched the ball go from their side onto ours, and Alex sent it up to me for setting. I volleyed it a little high, but Sarah got it on the way back down and smashed it into the enemy team with their blocker, sending the ball sailing high as they mistimed their jumps.

It was on, and Sarah was the new server on our team, and we took three points before they took the ball back from us. They got someone who knew how to spike serve now, but Alex was there easily recovering the ball. . going back and forth for god knows how long. Neither side was willing to back down, and I grinned as I saw them coming for the spike on my side of the net. I responded, leaped in and high, and smashed that ball back into their faces before their blockers had a chance to respond.

Taking a fresh point, I got put in the Servers spot once more, and I stretched a little and bounced the ball a couple of times before I smashed it into the enemy team's face. Some got put into a rally, but most I aced, and as I leaped for the last time in the semi Final game, I smashed a one hundred and eight kph ball into their faces and watched as a girl failed to recover the ball, and it smashed into the floor then other girls face.

My smile grew, but there was no damage done other than some humiliation, and our semi-final match came with another win and a guarantee that we were going to the State tournaments. Large smiles were on our faces as we took off for lunch.

We were taken back outside, and there was a large number of lunch boxes there, and we got handed a couple. I was expecting more, but the food inside wasn't bad. Our teammates were exhausted from the last game, and there was not much conversation going on. Alex and Sarah relaxed near me, and I quickly finished my food before finding a spot away from everyone to sit down and think about the games.

I closed my eyes, remembering the games as best as possible, and started to review in my head. My success rate was much higher than I was expecting. I was still very inexperienced, but I had been hitting the ball right and putting them in the right places most of the time. I reviewed in my head what I felt was wrong with the times that I missed, and I remember the feeling of the ball after hitting my hand. I noticed a couple of times that I hit it wrong, and I started to go over times where things went in but not where I aimed.

I found fault and fault with my form and strength of hitting it. I felt like I could get more power out of my hits as I mostly was using my arm and body weight with the ball. That was fine if you were an amateur, but I wanted to be a pro. I needed to move my entire body with the strikes just as I did with my running.

With my running, I first sprint with my knees, but I pull back and start to use my hips to thrust me forward in order to save my knee's strength and maintain a longer, more lasting sprint. By regulating between full sprinting and running and a jog, I could increase the amount of time I could sprint, run, and jog. After training for a decade and listening to Usain Bolt's methods, I got really good at it. Which also translated into fighting.

To punch, you wanted more than just to thrust your fist forward. Instead, you wanted to twist your body with the punch, bring your body weight along, and step into it. The momentum of everything together makes you punch much harder than anything else, which meant that there was also something like that for volleyball and a form I could take to increase the power of my hits along with the accuracy.

That was what I needed most at the moment, and I pulled up my phone to decide that I should look now.

"Ladies, The finals are before us," Mrs. Grendier suddenly called out, bringing all our attention to her. So this is a proper five-set game for the final. No more three sets of fifteen points for each round. Instead, it is the proper twenty-five points and fifteen if we make it to the fifth set. This time, it is the proper twenty-five; Alex and Angela are the only two starters staying on at the Start. They have the stamina to continue going, but most of you ladies are exhausted from that last game. We will sub you in and take you out as needed. Hopefully, as did I, we can start with Angela serving, but if not, this is how we are going to play."

Mrs. Grendier went over everything, and I listened, and I could only agree with her. Sarah and the other teammates, who had been playing all day, looked done. They were the best players, and after securing a spot in the state tournament, they were spent and on their last legs. Alex looked fine, as did I, and I smiled before we wrapped it up and headed back into the gym.

A larger crowd of school girls watched above us as we headed in, and there were a lot more randoms. There were a couple of people still filming, and I relaxed as I took a spot on the bench but started to stretch. I took a couple of minutes limbering up once again, ensuring I would not hurt myself before Sarah got called up.

This time, she walked back with a ball in hand and a smile on her face. "Take a set," Sarah told me as she dropped the ball in my hands, and I got up and stretched as the ladies on my team went out and took their positions. Now, I started the finals, and I was pumped to do this. I wanted to start off strong with the crowd, so now was the time to mess up if I wanted to. I grinned, got into position to serve, and ran forward while throwing the ball high up in the air. Just in time, I smashed that ball hard, and much to my satisfaction, we took the first point of the game with an ace.

Cheers erupted, and I grinned and got the ball back, heading back to my position. I could see the determination of the other team not to let me get another ace. My last spike serve was a nice one hundred and five kph, and I grinned as I knew I could continue to hit those spike speeds over and over again. Mrs. Grendier called it an Olympic-level spike serve! So I was going to make sure I could only do better in the future, and I moved just before the ref gave me a yellow tag and. I tossed the ball into the air and spiked it again hard, but I felt it was off, and it smashed into the net, and I grumbled as I got the ball back.

This time, I took a lot less time, and I was running and jumping before smashing that ball into their court with a ninety-nine kph speedball. They failed to recover it, and I heard their libero curse.

A third time did not happen as this time, they successfully recovered the ball but sent it over to us without being able to spike it. We decided not to return the favor, and one of the juniors got to smash the ball into their team, which hit a girl's foot before her arms and the ground, making us a point.

For four more points in a row, I smashed the ball into them and either aced the serve or we took them with the quick rally afterward. It was a harsh start for them, but they started to learn how to recover from my aces, and some rallies started after that. It wasn't till we were fifteen points ahead that they took the ball from our side, and they served into our team. Alex seemed not to care as she easily recovered the ball, and a teammate set the ball perfectly for me to smash right into a girl's foot. it hit her in the chin as it bounced up, giving me another point and the serve once more.

I was dominating the serves, and I was extremely happy with it. I saw the girl shaking her head, and I wondered how hard that one hundred and two kph ball felt against her chin. I didn't give myself too much time to think about it as I smashed another three more points, getting three aces in a row. We rallied two more, then had a long, drawn-out rally before they took the point as I dove for the ball but sent it more into the crowd instead of recovering it.

That annoyed me a lot.

They took five more points from us before another teammate blocked the ball and served up an overhand serve till we took the set. Honestly, it was a really good first set for us, and we didn't sub anyone in so they could rest longer. I took some time and drank a ton of water before heading back onto the court for the next set.

Alex and I felt like the bedrock of the team as I got rotated around, and we started to trade points till I smashed the ball into their blocker, and it fell to the floor on their side. Starting up some fresh serves, they actually recovered each of them, but we took the next four rallies, breaking up the point exchange that the start of the set was besieged by.

Then they took back the point as I hit the ball out twice in my serve for the first time today. Both times, I was going for aim, too, which really annoyed me. With me giving them a point and then serving over to the enemy team, it was back to exchanging points for a while. It wasn't until we were at twenty-two points to twenty points with us in the lead that something changed, and the enemy team scored five points in a row off small mistakes from our team.

It was a set each, and soon, I was back with a ball in my hand, and I took the first six points for our team with a variety of spike serves. I started to notice that I needed to vary the speed of my serves, and one of them went down to a low eighty-seven kph right after I sent a one hundred and six kph to serve at them. The variation allowed me to ace six times in a row before they recovered a ball that I moderated the speed on, and it was a rally for a long time before we took the seventh point and I took another three more after that before their coach called a time out.

They did a couple of substitutions, and Sarah joined us on the field, replacing a junior. I smashed the ball into their faces once more, which they recovered, only for Sarah to collect a point from them when she sent it back with a spike. It was a good game, and I was grinning as I sent a slow ball down the center of their field, messing with their libero, and she moved too far back as the ball spun down, just barely being in the area to count as a point for us.

The joy I felt as I looked at them, looking at me like I was some kind of monster, was great. I instantly sent a ninety kph ball toward the corner, which they recovered barely, and I got to spike the ball straight down the line. I was riding high, and we took point after point from them. It wasn't until we were at twenty-four points that they took the ball from us as I spiked the ball out of the court with a misplay.

I hated misplaying, but I knew that I should be doing it more often than I am. The enemy team took another eight points from us before we took the set, bringing us to the fourth set and match set if we won it.

They started off strong, sending the ball straight at one of my newer teammates, and she barely recovered the ball, but it generally went where we wanted it, with Alex setting it a little far back to get her head looked at, but I was there with a large smile on my face as I smashed it into the top of a girls head sending it into the crowd, and the girl cried out in pain making me shiver in delight.

The girl went to go get her head looked at and the ref was glaring at me. I got the ball and noticed the exhaustion on their team building as it was on our team, and the girl came back onto the field, so I started the fourth set and smashed the ball into their teeth repeatedly. I could see the exhaustion on their team building as it was on our team, and the replacements came out in an attempt to stop me from taking point after point. It wasn't until the seventeenth point they took the ball from me, and we lost eight points in a row before Sarah smashed it into the head of the same girl as before, and she started to cry, saying that we did it on purpose.

It bought some time for the team to rest and the coach to talk to the ref. It was time for both our teams to rest, but I thought we got less out of it. I was still fine for a run after a day of activity like this. I had harder days at the gym, so I watched with a grin on my face when the referee decided there was no malicious intent from Sarah or me. A Sadistic smile was not singling out a girl to pick on, so Sarah was given the ball to serve.

She got an Ace with a quick-serve while the enemy team was not ready, but the match had already started. Then they lost the momentum completely as we won rally after rally. It was when we reached the twenty-fourth point that I grinned and smashed the ball into their faces and took the last point by hitting that one girl on the head one last time, making her start to scream at me and accuse me.

The ref still gave us the point, which made us the regional champions, and I couldn't help but be jubilant as I finally won a tournament after years of not even thinking I could. Our team collapsed into a team hug or huddle, and I celebrated with all my emotions as high as a kite.

I WON MY FIRST TOURNAMENT IN VOLLEYBALL!