A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 12: The Housekeeper and My Mishap

Chapter 12: The Housekeeper and My Mishap

“I’m heading home with Maki today, but if Sato-kun’s on his own, I was thinking… maybe we could all walk together? It’s still daylight, sure, but a boy alone might not be totally safe.”

Yesterday’s words hadn’t been mere lip service, it seemed. Asagi-san was genuinely inviting me.

Yet a suggestion like that risked planting all sorts of weird misconceptions in my head. Falling hard for any girl who so much as talked to me, only to crash back to reality—that was my standard template.

Walking home together was nothing more than a coincidence born from the flow of conversation. Still, I couldn’t come up with a single reason to refuse, so I accepted, nerves jangling.

And then Yamamoto-san joined in, making it three of us leaving the classroom. I walked in the middle, Asagi-san on my left, Yamamoto-san on my right—a formation straight out of some dream. The day before yesterday it had been Mom and Yuki; today, Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san. Having beauties on both arms two days running was starting to scare me silly.

Glancing at them, Asagi-san looked like she was having the time of her life, while Yamamoto-san kept stealing little glances my way. We were close enough that our arms nearly brushed, and I put every ounce of effort into avoiding contact—yet even so, my mind couldn’t help picturing Yamamoto-san’s body beneath her uniform.

The two of them tossed casual topics my way. Well, mostly Asagi-san carried about eighty percent of the conversation. Stuff like how she wasn’t confident in her studies, what club I should join, whether I ought to get a part-time job—real high school girl talk, the kind I’d never experienced in my old life.

I managed to toss in some half-hearted responses, and then Asagi-san suddenly stopped walking and turned to face me.

“…Hey, Sato-kun, do you have, like… a type? For girls, I mean?”

I’d been asked that question in real life once. By the very people who used to bully me.

Back then I’d answered “someone quiet,” and the next thing I knew they were yelling across the classroom to the gloomy girl, “Hey, this guy says he’s into girls like you!” She’d been terrified of me ever since. From that day on, the question felt like nothing more than a trap meant to humiliate.

This time, though, I hadn’t seen it coming. In manga or romance novels, a line like that would mean the girl liked me—but the other party here was me. On the other hand, nobody was bullying her right now.

Maybe she was just curious about what kind of person I was, as a guy in our class. I couldn’t think of a decent answer.

Lately in this world I’d been answering questions with a kind of reckless abandon, but I had no choice—it came from a total lack of conversational experience.

“…Um, someone with a bright smile, or… someone fun to talk to… But more than anything, a girl who’d be willing to be friends with me… that’d be nice…”

The first half might have sounded normal enough, but for someone with self-esteem as low as mine, the second half—craving kindness from anyone who showed it—tended to balloon way out of proportion. Naturally, the other person never meant anything by it.

Hearing words that sounded like high hopes coming from someone like me, Asagi-san murmured, “I see… hehe,” with a little smile.

Thinking back, everything I’d said pointed straight at Asagi-san herself. I was simply grateful to both of them for talking to me, yet what came out sounded creepily obsessive.

Of course Asagi-san didn’t feel that way about me; she’d probably written me off as an arrogant creep. I was starting to regret it when Yamamoto-san finally spoke up again after a long silence.

“U-um, I… I’m not great at talking either, but… I’d be really happy if I could get to know Sato-kun better…”

Her voice came out stronger than expected, and my body jumped. The words themselves made me happy, but hearing them directed at me still felt wrong somehow, unnatural.

“Hehe, I feel the same way, you know?”

For some reason Asagi-san jumped in, declaring it to me like a challenge. What on earth was going on? It was too elaborate for a prank, and there’d be no payoff in targeting me anyway.

If it was genuine, nothing could make me happier—but when it came to me, that was impossible. They might be joking, but I had no idea how to respond to that.

“I-I might’ve said it yesterday too, but… if I could be friends with both of you, I’d be really grateful…”

My voice shook as I said it, and both of them turned to look at me. Asagi-san’s surprised expression quickly shifted; she suddenly grabbed my left arm and looped it through her right.

“Then if we’re friends… this much should be okay, right…? Y-you don’t hate it, do you…?”

I’d never heard of “friends” being measured like that. But I couldn’t bring myself to shake a girl’s arm off. Was this what friendship meant in this world—even between guys and girls?

Yamamoto-san looked a little taken aback at first. Then her eyes sharpened slightly, and she stepped closer, linking her left arm through my right.

Was I still dreaming? The two of them locked eyes over me, like some kind of rivalry was flaring up. Though Yamamoto-san didn’t seem quite as confident.

And so, for the rest of the walk through the residential streets, we stayed pressed close together. Asagi-san went further than just arms—she leaned her whole body in, moving like a couple showing off.

Her breasts weren’t enormous, but the soft pressure chipped away at my sanity bit by bit. I even started suspecting she was trying to catch me getting excited.

Yamamoto-san kept a bit more distance, shyly linking arms. Even so, her overwhelming chest kept brushing my arm over and over, the elasticity imprinting itself into memory.

Asagi-san wore a satisfied little smile; Yamamoto-san’s face stayed flushed, eyes lowered. Yet neither let go. I poured every ounce of willpower into staying rational, utterly bewildered by how things had ended up this way.

After a while Asagi-san smoothly slipped her arm free. Seeing that, Yamamoto-san slowly did the same. Even then her massive breasts grazed my arm, stoking my lust further.

Asagi-san looked at me with unusually serious eyes.

“Sato-kun, I’d be happy if you understood… that we really do want to be friends with you. Ever since yesterday I’ve felt like you’ve been holding back around us. You don’t have to worry about that at all, okay? Of course, if you actually hate the idea of being friends with girls, just say so right now.”

She continued.

“But I started thinking maybe you’re holding back because you’re a boy. We have absolutely no intention of hurting you, Sato-kun—we want you to believe that. That’s why I did this… If you’d shaken me off, that would’ve been the end. I definitely didn’t expect Maki to join in, though.”

Yamamoto-san still looked embarrassed. This was the first time I’d ever had a proper conversation with girls, and I couldn’t keep up with the content at all.

“Even though we’re different genders… I’d love it if we could be friends.”

Asagi-san smiled as she said it, and for the first time I felt like she might genuinely want to be friends with me—that this wasn’t just another empty lie.

“…Th-the pleasure’s mine… please, let’s be friends…”

After agonizing over it, that was the best I could manage. Asagi-san gave me the cutest smile. “…You don’t have to be so formal, you know?” she added, clearly enjoying herself.

Yamamoto-san watched our exchange anxiously. Noticing, I hesitantly turned to her. “Y-Yamamoto-san… um, likewise… pleased to meet you…”

“…Th-the pleasure’s mine… I’ll try not to be a bother to Sato-kun…” she replied modestly, and Asagi-san teased, “Maki, you’re being way too negative.”

I honestly couldn’t tell what either of them really felt. But maybe, just maybe, a miracle was happening and they’d become my friends. I couldn’t help nursing that faint hope.

The mood was starting to get heavy when Asagi-san chirped, “…Well, my house is this way! Thanks for today!” and jogged off. She wore a slightly embarrassed grin as she went.

Left behind, Yamamoto-san and I were apparently headed the same direction, so we kept walking together. She still only glanced at me from the corner of her eye, never quite meeting mine. But the distance between us felt a little smaller than before.

Before long my house came into view. Yamamoto-san’s place really was close to mine.

The thought of making plans to walk home together crossed my mind—an extravagant idea for someone like me—and I hurriedly shook it off. Yuki was already more than enough; I couldn’t ask for such luxury.

Somehow I managed to say, “S-see you tomorrow…” and we parted. She gave a deep bow and trotted away. I watched her go, then headed inside.

Only Yukari-san’s shoes were in the entryway; Mom and Yuki weren’t back yet. It was just past two o’clock, so that made sense.

I changed into a T-shirt in my room and went downstairs. A little hungry, I checked the living room, but Yukari-san wasn’t there. A note sat on the table.

“To Shun-sama and Yuki-sama: Please ring the bell when you return.”

She must be in her room. I’d been told before, yet I still felt weird about ringing, so I ended up walking down the hall myself. What a troublesome personality.

I knocked on Yukari-san’s door—no answer. Maybe she was somewhere else. As I turned to head back, I noticed the door to the washroom was slightly ajar.

Probably forgot to close it. Figuring I’d wash my face and shut it while I was at it, I stepped inside. The layout went: sink first, then a sliding door on the right leading to the changing area, and beyond another door, the large bath.

Opening the first door and standing at the sink, I saw the sliding door to the changing area was wide open. Something felt off, but by the time I realized, it was too late.

“E-eh? Ah, Shun-sama?”

There in the changing room stood the very Yukari-san I’d been looking for—wearing nothing but a bra and panties, a sight I absolutely should never have seen.

I had to apologize. The half-open door should have clued me in that someone was there.

She’d helped me ejaculate the other day, but suddenly seeing her naked would surely make her angry. That incident had been an accident anyway; no woman would be okay with a man she didn’t even like seeing her half-naked.

My mouth opened and closed in front of the flustered Yukari-san as I bowed my head.

“I-I’m so sorry! I just opened it without thinking, a-and I came home and couldn’t find you, so I was looking, and then—”

I rattled off a jumbled excuse, body bent at ninety degrees. Yukari-san answered nervously.

“U-um, it’s my fault for jumping in the shower without saying anything… and for leaving the door like that… So really, I’m the one who’s wrong, Shun-sama, not you at all…!”

She was trying to smooth things over, but I kept apologizing, even dropping to my knees. Seeing that, Yukari-san hurriedly stopped me.

“Sh-Shun-sama! Please don’t do that! I’m the one who should be apologizing… for exposing this body of mine in front of you…!”

What was she even saying? Confused, I lifted my head—and took in her current appearance all over again.

Calling it “this body” like it was something to be ashamed of was absurd. For starters, she was slender and perfectly proportioned. Her waist especially had not an ounce of excess fat.

Inside the white bra decorated with floral patterns sat breasts large enough to be called huge, beautifully shaped. The cleavage was visible too—definitely not flab.

Her panties were plain white, no pattern, making the line of her crotch impossible to ignore. Even the minimal frills stirred lewd thoughts.

I’d seen women in lingerie in AV, but seeing it in real life on a beautiful woman I knew sent excitement surging through me in an instant. She was apologizing, sure, but my dick didn’t care—it stood at attention immediately.

“…!”

When Yukari-san noticed the bulge in my pants, she paused, then asked softly, “…Is that… because of me…?”

I couldn’t lie, so I nodded silently. Her expression shifted; her cheeks flushed as if desire had been kindled.

“I-I’m happy, but… uu…”

She covered her face with both hands, but I wished she’d cover her body instead. Crouched like that, her cleavage and dazzling thighs were in full view.

I knew I shouldn’t stare, yet I couldn’t look away.

“U-um… being stared at so intently is… well, embarrassing… I don’t hate it, though…”

I was an idiot. Way too obvious.

“Ah, s-sorry! I just…” I apologized, but the panic wouldn’t settle, and I had no idea what would happen next.

“…Sh-Shun-sama, did you come to take a shower…?”

Maybe tired of waiting, Yukari-san changed the subject. I’d come to wash my face, but a shower didn’t sound bad either—I’d worked up a bit of sweat.

Plus it shifted the mood, so I answered, “Y-yes…” Yukari-san took a deep breath.

“I see… Then I’ll tidy up right away, please go ahead…!”

She started to dress, but her hair wasn’t wet; she probably hadn’t showered yet.

“U-um… if you haven’t showered, I’m fine… I’ll go later…”

I swallowed the words “since you already undressed.”

“B-but that would be unfair…” she replied hurriedly. Still, I couldn’t inconvenience her.

“N-no, really, you’re busier than me… I’ll wait in my room, it’s fine…”

But Yukari-san, still in her underwear, wouldn’t back down.

“I-I’ll wait here! Don’t worry about time, it’s okay…”

In the end I gave in. She said the tub was filled anyway, but I couldn’t make her wait that long; I’d just shower quickly and get out.

As I lathered up, Yukari-san disappeared from the changing room, then came back.

“U-um, I’ll leave a towel here…”

Hearing her slightly tense voice, I called back loudly enough to reach the changing room, “…Thank you.” While washing, I thought I saw movement through the frosted glass, but couldn’t make it out clearly.

Once I was sure the changing room was empty, I finished showering and put my original clothes back on. The pile seemed slightly shifted, but I figured Yukari-san had straightened it.

Back in the living room, Yukari-san was in casual clothes. I spoke hesitantly; she flinched for a second, then answered calmly, “Thank you,” before heading to shower herself.

Of course I was curious about Yukari-san showering, but peeping was a crime, and I didn’t have the guts. Sitting in the living room, I waited until she returned.

Even fresh from the shower, a single T-shirt was too stimulating. No nipples showed, so it must have had built-in cups, but the shape of her breasts was crystal clear.

Her lower half in half-pants was barely different from the lingerie I’d just seen. In that defenseless outfit, Yukari-san sat beside me and gazed over.

“Shun-sama… may I ask again… even if I dress like this, showing skin… you don’t hate me for it…?”

Her voice trembled slightly. I didn’t know why she’d ask her employer that, but I couldn’t lie.

“O-of course… no matter what you wear, Yukari-san… you’re beautiful, so I could never hate you for that…”

At those words, Yukari-san leaned closer. The soft squish of her breasts against my arm nearly stopped my heart.

“…U-um, Yukari-san… th-they’re touching… your… body…”

I tried to say it, but fear of her reaction made me hedge. If she called me gross, that would be it.

“…Do you hate it…?”

Of course not. I just couldn’t read her intentions. Was this like Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san wanting to be friends? But having a gorgeous older woman do this was melting my reason.

“…I-I don’t hate it… in fact, I’m grateful…”

My true feelings slipped out, but Yukari-san didn’t scold me at all.

“Th-then… may I come even closer…?”

She sounded almost desperate. This was beyond arms—she pressed her twin peaks firmly against me.

A seductive sigh escaped her lips, brushing my ear and heightening my arousal.

At this point it felt like Yukari-san was using my body to masturbate. She was so worked up she wasn’t even looking at me.

My dick was on the verge of climax without a single touch. One more push and I’d spill.

My own reason was crumbling; I wanted to savor the sensation of those breasts against me. A self-destructive urge was rising in this extreme moment.

The instant my rationality hit its limit, I reached out with both hands and seized her chest. The softness of her body, her womanly scent—they’d pushed my lust beyond endurance.

Ten fingers gripped the first breasts I’d ever touched that didn’t belong to family. Even through the cups, they were unbelievably soft, exquisite.

I’d used adult toys that mimicked breast softness, but this real thing overwrote every memory.

In that moment my brain couldn’t process the reality of fondling a woman’s chest for the first time in this extreme situation. And at the exact same instant, I came in my boxers, pleasure exploding through my lower body.

Yukari-san cried out, “Nnaaah!” Her body jerked violently, trembling as if in spasm.

Was this a woman climaxing? The sight of her losing herself right in front of me sent my own excitement into overdrive.

She breathed heavily, chest rising and falling. Each motion made her breasts bounce, and I felt almost reverent watching. After a while she spoke.

“Haa… Shun-sama… I’m truly sorry for acting on my own…”

Regaining her breath, she kept her eyes on me as she continued.

“I know this is rich after what I just did… but could you still… not hate me…?”

Did she want to be friends with me too? Was she overestimating a boring guy with nothing but an oversized sex drive?

I didn’t understand “not hate me,” but like Asagi-san, Yamamoto-san, Mom, and Yuki, people in this world wanted to connect with me.

I lacked confidence. But I didn’t want to brush off their words—I could only voice that.

“…Y-yes… I want to be friends too… p-pleased to meet you…”

Whether “friends” always involved sexual contact was unclear; maybe Yukari-san’s desire had simply overflowed this time.

Still, if I could overcome my biggest complex—actively interacting with women—maybe my personality would change too.

Normal conversation was still impossible, so it would take time, but I wished to someday become someone confidently good. I wondered anxiously whether the people around me would be happy about that.