A Love-Comedy Comes Along with Sex! ~ It Seems the Human Race Will Perish Unless I, Who has Zero Dating Experience, Use my Cheat Penis to Create a Harem and Ensure the Proliferation of Our Descendants ~

Chapter 1: The Day It All Began

An endless expanse of white space, with a single king-size bed placed in the center. A boy sleeps on the bed.

The bed looks more like a medical electric bed than bedding, with cords extending in all directions, connecting to the boy. It’s as if the boy and the bed are in sync. The room, already blindingly white, is further unified in white, from the bed to the sheets, to the point where, from a distance, the bed blends into the room, almost invisible. There’s nothing else in the room besides the bed and a small clock placed beside it.

In this unusual space, a boy sleeps, breathing softly.

After a while, a buzzer sounds throughout the room, and a door appears where there was none before, as the wall moves.

“Mmm…”

The boy, slowly waking up, sits up. He’s dressed like a patient, with small, round electronic devices attached all over his body. His expression is blank, and his eyes lack any vitality. His hair and skin are of good quality, but his neck and limbs are thin, his skin an ashen blue-white, as if no blood were flowing through them. His skin, as white as the space around him, looks almost artificial. His eyebrows and hair are a stark black, contrasting with his soft, shoulder-length hair, which gives him a girlish appearance, despite his boyish physique.

If you asked ten people, they’d all say the person sitting on the bed is a beautiful girl. That’s how beautiful and androgynous he looked.

“No. 730… You… do it.”

A raspy, old man’s voice, either due to poor sound quality or naturally, comes from the speaker installed in the ceiling.

The boy, upon receiving the instruction, stands up from the bed. His body is almost devoid of muscle, and his legs, with their protruding bones, stand weakly on the ground. He walks towards the door, making a pattering sound with his feet. His steps are slow and weak, as if he might fall over if pushed.

The boy continues walking straight ahead, slowly disappearing into the white space, as if blending into the room.

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“And that’s the structure… Hey!”

A light tap on my head startles me, and my body jerks up. I had been completely asleep during class, and this minor shock wakes me up.

“Pay attention!”

“S-Sorry…”

I apologize to the teacher, brushing the bits of chalk off my desk with my hand. I think to myself, “Who still throws chalk at students these days?” but I keep it to myself. The teacher says, “Alright,” and resumes the lesson.

“Haha, you got scolded again, Hiro.”

A piece of paper is thrown at me from the desk next to mine. The boy with his hair slicked back and gelled into an all-back style laughs and waves his hand at me.

“Shut up, Kensuke.”

I roll up the piece of paper and throw it back at him. It hits him squarely in the face. I then take an eraser from my pencil case, aim for his jaw, and throw it with a flick of my finger. That, too, hits its target.

“You’d better watch out, Hiro…”

“You started it, Kensuke…!”

Kensuke and I glare at each other, then almost simultaneously reach into our pencil cases.

I might throw a mechanical pencil at him next.

“Hey! Over there! Be quiet!”

“”We’re sorry~””

After being warned for the second time, I apologize again, this time with Kensuke. Deep down, I want to beat the crap out of the all-back-haired boy next to me, but I don’t show it. Instead, I take out my textbook and notebook, trying to show the teacher my willingness to participate in the lesson. Well, it’s probably too late for that.

“So, as I was saying…”

The lesson continues, progressing smoothly.

Asamura Mai-sensei, our homeroom teacher, gives off an air of disinterest in her students. She probably doesn’t care. She scolds students when she needs to, but she rarely praises them. She doesn’t communicate with the students much, and her lessons are mechanical and unemotional.

She’s unfriendly, quiet, and cold, but her appearance is very beautiful, and she’s the perfect embodiment of the term “Yamato Nadeshiko.” Some eccentric male students and teachers are reportedly obsessed with her.

I often get scolded for one reason or another, so I don’t have a good impression of her. Well, it’s mostly my fault for doing things that get me scolded.

“Nanase-kun, read this part.”

Suddenly called on, I frantically open the distributed materials. I haven’t been paying attention, so I don’t know where to start reading.

Asamura-sensei gives me a look of disappointment, as if to say, “I knew it.” Of course, she doesn’t bother to tell me the page number in the textbook.

“Umm…”

“It’s on page 4, fifth line from the top.”

I hear a voice from beside me.

It’s Shinagawa Mirei-san, the class president, sitting to my left. I mentally bow deeply in gratitude and start reading from the indicated spot.

“So, as it says here…”

When I finish reading, I look at Shinagawa-san.

She looks at me with an expression that says, “You’re a piece of work I tell you that…”, and I say, “Thank you,” and she replies, “You’re welcome,” with a small smile.

Shinagawa Mirei treats everyone fairly. She’s the epitome of a model student, with a perfect demeanor.

Oh, what a beautiful soul she has, I think, and I can’t help but stare at her profile for a while.

Her most striking feature is her long, silky black hair, which shines with a lustrous sheen. Even an amateur can tell it’s well-maintained. Her translucent, snow-white skin, in stark contrast to her beautiful black hair, is flawless, like freshly fallen powder snow. I quickly look away, fearing she might notice me staring.

If I keep thinking about this, I’ll be in trouble if called on again. I decided to pay attention to the lesson from now on.

“Umm…”

I follow along with the materials in my hand as the teacher speaks.

Today’s lesson is a special class, a comprehensive subject

It’s a chance to learn things we don’t usually learn in school.

Well, to put it simply, today’s lesson is about “sex.” A few years ago, the Japanese government issued the “Underage Sex Education Act,” which encouraged schools to provide students with a deeper understanding of sex education.

And this lesson is part of that system.

Starting with how to put on a condom and moving on to positions.

No one seems embarrassed, and they write with their chalk and pens without hesitation.

But to be honest, I can’t help but think, “What is this lesson?”

The purpose of this lesson, or rather, the purpose of the government’s law, is to stop the biggest problem facing Japan today: “Shōshika.”

“Shōshika” refers to a decrease in the birth rate, a decline in the birth rate to below the population replacement level, a decrease in the proportion of children, and a decrease in the number of children.

The birth rate in Japan has been declining year after year since the late 1970s, and according to a report by the Ministry of Health, Labor, and Welfare last December, last year saw the lowest birth rate on record. Along with this, the aging of the population is also a concern, with about one in three people now being

That’s the current situation in Japan: fewer children and more elderly people.

“A super-low birthrate, aging society”

People have been saying this as if it’s someone else’s problem.

The use of this term is not new, but both the public and the government have only recently begun to panic about this worsening problem. It’s truly the height of foolishness.

“Yawn…”

There’s still over twenty minutes left in the lesson, and I yawn loudly, probably due to my sleep deprivation. I ignore the looks of “What’s wrong with him?” from my classmates and continue to stare blankly at the distributed materials.

The lesson shifts to a more serious and larger-scale topic.

The title is “Japan’s Future in a Low Birthrate, Aging Society.”

I’ll say it again. I can’t believe they’re having a lesson like this, going so far as to cut out a major subject’s class. After instilling sexual knowledge, they plan to instill political knowledge next.

“What’s the point of having a lesson like this?”

I can’t help but speak my mind. According to the materials, Japan’s population is currently about 85 million, with about 30 million people aged 65 and over, and about 8.5 million people aged 15 and under.

Indeed, it’s obvious that there are fewer children and more elderly people. But what does that mean? Even if we make students aware of the crisis, they can’t do anything about it. They can store this knowledge, but it won’t lead to any results. The problem of aging is one thing, but the low birthrate is due to the poor policies of the Japanese government. The government introduces such lessons in schools, yet it reduces child-rearing support funds year after year. With the worsening economy, it’s no wonder children aren’t increasing in number.

Well, I doubt anyone would say that in class.

“In the end, it’s useless if the top government officials are incompetent.”

Nothing ever changes.

It’s not the enemy that destroys a country, but the incompetent rulers.

“Damn, this is boring…”

I lay my head on the desk and close my eyes.