As head coach of the men's volleyball team at Satsuki Academy, Seyama Anri could hardly believe her luck. All of the players were either bad or unmotivated: Juzo couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with his serves, Yuuta and Shinji were always too busy bickering with one another to set up a spike for Kojiro, there was hardly any point in swapping Nori or Shiro in when it was just trading in a bad player for someone even worse, Makoto couldn't make use of his height as the team's middle blocker, and Tetsuo was equally ungifted in serving as Juzo. And their team captain? He was always flopping around on the court like a dead fish as the team's libero, either being too preoccupied or too tired from his constant masturbation. Anri was given a terrible team and had to turn it into gold. No matter how hard she worked the boys, it was always the same shoddy performance.

Despite their lackluster practice, Anri's team somehow kept a good win streak going. Eventually, Satsuki Academy's volleyball team was one win away from winning the national tournament. Anri hardly registered her captain making a request of her from the rest of the team as she sat on the edge of the volleyball court. It seemed the captain was finally doing his job as team captain: Motivating the team for her, the coach. Anri agreed to the captain's unknown request, simply nodding along as she internally cried and pulled her hair out. Her team was facing Chujin Academy, who won the nationals five times in a row. By all accounts, Anri knew her team was doomed but she couldn't do anything other than hope that the boys would win or have fun playing. After all, what was volleyball for other than having fun? Back in her high school days, Anri especially loved flaunting her ass in those short shorts... Anri fiercely shook her head, trying to erase those thoughts from her head. Anri wasn't that person anymore. Her time in high school and those two gap years... That all led up to this moment: Being a positive role model as a coach for her volleyball team. Never again would she entertain such thoughts!

As Anri watched her team play, she could hardly believe her eyes. It was a close game, but much better than she had expected. Her team almost looked... Capable and motivated by some fierce drive. Surely this was that youth spirit she had seen in those anime, right? And as Kojiro landed the final spike, Anri broke into tears of joy. Her useless team won the national tournament! It was a miracle. Emotions were high, and everyone was happy. Then a flash of blonde hair morphed Anri's happy expression into one of shock. The boys were all passing around a magazine, bearing the likeness of a young and blonde gyaru: a younger version of Anri. Anri couldn't believe it: Her embarrassing past, right there for the entire volleyball team to see. Then, she registered the captain's words before the match: "'Yuki' and 'leopard print bikini'". This realization hit Anri like a freight train: Her team was motivated for this match with the promise to see her as Yuki, in that old leopard print bikini she used for her modeling debut. It was even the one where she was grabbing her breasts on the beach... Surely the boys didn't expect more from Anri, right? After all, they only had the magazine from one of her modeling gigs... Not the "other" things Yuki had done in her brief modeling career... Anri forced herself to shuffle toward the gaggle of boys leering and jeering at Yuki in the magazine as the gym emptied, Anri's face flushing as she watched them pass the magazine around like a bunch of horny monkeys.

"Oh God... It's just a magazine, boys! It's nothing!" Anri tried to snatch the magazine away from Shinji, who simply passed it on to Juzo. "That magazine is highly inappropriate! So... Why don't we all get in the van, and I'll take you boys out for some pizza? This is just something silly and definitely doesn't feature me in any shape or form!" Laughing nervously, she crossed her arms as she met the captain's expectant gaze. "Please? They listen to you more than me. Just tell them to forget about that magazine, ok?"

The other team members laughed as they watched the exchange from behind their captain, hoping their team captain could appeal to their strict coach.

Juzo laughed, flipping through the magazine. "Damn, Coach... You were something back then. I'm sure you've still got it..."

Shinji laughed as he lasciviously glanced between the younger Anri in the magazine and the older one glaring at them. "Don't worry, Coach... You're not too old for that bikini. In fact, I think your bust got bigger."

Yuuta shook Kojiro's hand. "I'll bet you 200 yen she doesn't do it."

Kojiro squeezed Yuuta's hand tightly. "I'll raise you 500 yen. Coach Seyama will definitely put it on..."

Scratching the back of his head, Nori looked between the rest of the team and Anri. "Are you guys sure this is alright? Coach is... Well, she's our coach."

Shiro slapped Nori on the back "It's just a swimsuit, bro. We've put each other through worse..."

Lumbering over, Makoto inserted himself between Nori and Shiro. "Yeah, you assholes made me streak across the court after we lost that one game..."

As he finished grabbing the team's gear, Tetsuo pushed the bag into Makoto's hands. "First of all, the gym was closed then. Second of all, you choked by not stopping that final serve. I know Coach Seyama promised we'd get a reward if we won... But making her slip into a skimpy bikini for us is pushing it, don't you think?"