A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 136-140

Chapter 136: Information Exchange with Senpai

“I don’t have any resistance to it, and besides,”

Stopping near the station, I blurt out my thoughts.

“Maki-san, everyone, they’ve all said they want me to be able to talk with all sorts of people. So, there’s really no need for Shina-senpai to worry.”

We enter a café together, and I listen to Senpai talk about the cultural festival while I share about my romantic relationships. From my perspective, I might feel nervous talking to Senpai, but there’s no reason to dislike it.

Moreover, not just Maki-san, but all my lovers view it positively when I talk to other girls, even if I end up casting a sexual gaze. So, I don’t think this would cause my lovers to harbor any ill will toward Shina-senpai.

“…But, I always tell Maki-san and the others about how I spend my time, so I might end up talking about today as well. If that’s okay with you,”

It might seem like just going to a café together, nothing more. My way of speaking, as if confirming with her, might come off as unpleasant.

But for me, it’s a big event, and I’ll definitely—not just possibly—report it to Maki-san and Asagi-san. It’s my small, perhaps insignificant, way of showing sincerity while interacting with various women.

※

“…Somehow, I feel like I’m starting to understand you, Sato-kun.”

Shina-senpai interrupts my words with a look of understanding. I realize I might have created an awkward atmosphere by suddenly continuing to talk.

“S-Sorry, for saying all that, so suddenly.”

“…No, it’s fine. If anything, I understand even better why everyone likes you, Sato-kun.”

Being evaluated like this still feels ticklish. I still don’t fully grasp why someone like me would be liked.

Even so, I can’t help but want to accept the fact that Shina-senpai says so.

“Then, I’ll take you up on that… let’s keep talking. It’s this time of day, but the place isn’t too crowded, so you can relax about that.”

On a clear afternoon, when cafés are usually busy, she seems to know the crowd level of this place. She’s also gauging how I feel about being in a place with many women.

“…Still, you really are an interesting boy, aren’t you?”

Her slight smile makes my heart skip a beat. Just going to a café feels like such a big deal that I almost feel guilty for taking up her time.

Once we’re inside, I need to contact Yukari-san first. With that in mind, I hear her say, “Sorry, it’s stairs,” and climb to the second floor. As I ascend the narrow steps, the inviting entrance and menu board catch my eye.

※

As Shina-senpai said, the café isn’t very crowded. Looking at the other customers seated sparsely, I get the impression they’re mostly older.

“…Sorry, I feel like I’m forcing you into this.”

“N-No, not at all! I’m the one making Shina-senpai spend her time on me.”

“That’s supposed to be my line, but anyway, I’m taking up your time so suddenly.”

We sit down, place our orders, and the conversation feels awkward. I’m used to talking in groups, but one-on-one like this hasn’t happened since the training camp.

“T-Taking up time, that’s not…”

I respond, but every time I recall the training camp, memories of her chest threaten to resurface. In that sense, it’s fortunate her prominent chest is hidden by the table. I can’t let myself cast impure gazes, not in this situation.

※

“…Honestly, I don’t often talk to guys like this, so I’m not sure if I’ll be good at it, but I’ll try to be helpful.”

How deeply does she remember that moment from the camp? Or is it just me overthinking, and for her, it’s merely the fact of “seeing an erect male organ for the first time”?

“N-No, I might not be good at talking either, but…”

But now isn’t the time to ask. Even if there’s something nagging at me, what I need to do is engage with the Senpai in front of me.

※

“…Well, that’s roughly what I think. Also, even if it’s just a genre you’re mildly interested in, once you start writing, the pen can take off. So, just keep your hands moving.”

Shina-senpai, saying it’s her duty to share first since she suggested this, begins giving me advice.

“It’s just an amateur’s opinion, someone who loves it but isn’t skilled, so please trust your own thoughts, Sato-kun. I don’t want you to feel like you have to follow everything I say, as that would be pushy.”

Her polite tone and the way she wraps it up make me bow my head slightly. I suppress my foolish thoughts and focus on her valuable advice.

“…No, really, thank you. I think I’m starting to see things a bit clearer.”

Using her laptop, she explains things like how to structure paragraphs for essays or what to watch for in novels. For example, “Keep sentence endings consistent but avoid repetition” was something I’d never considered, and it’s incredibly helpful. It’s bound to be useful, essential knowledge.

“…That’s good to hear. I’m glad if I can be of help.”

Saying that, she closes her laptop with a snap, looks at me, and lets out a “phew.”

“But the club magazine goes to print in mid-October, so don’t overdo it. Of course, if you have more questions, come to me anytime… I’d say anyone, but Akiyo writes such quirky stuff, so maybe me or Ami would be better.”

I already knew about Ishikawa-senpai’s quirky writing from last year’s club magazine. I was stunned to learn that someone with her orthodox beauty vibe writes novels about traveling the world while rapping in battles.

“Akiyo’s been with me for over two years, but she’s got this airy side. You probably saw it at the camp, but she never breaks her own pace.”

Sipping her coffee refill, Shina-senpai explains. Since they’re both third-years who often hang out in the clubroom, they must be close.

“…Ishikawa-senpai doesn’t do other clubs, right?”

“Yeah, exactly. She’s not just good at tennis but all sorts of sports, yet she’s the type who prefers lazing around. She even said she can score high on tests without much effort.”

I’d sensed Ishikawa-senpai was a bit of a genius. Beautiful, athletic, and smart—she’s practically superhuman.

“Akiyo could go to a top-tier university, but she says she’s fine with the same one as me, so I’m trying to talk her out of it. I want to study Japanese literature in the literature department, but I can’t let her just follow me.”

She shares all sorts of things with me, and I feel grateful while nodding, saying, “Literature department, huh?”

“Yeah, I’d love to be a writer or editor if possible. I know it’s not a sweet dream, but if I’m going to aim for it, I need to think about learning a lot.”

Two years older than me—or rather, far younger than the me from my original world—yet she’s got her future planned out. It makes me feel a bit pathetic.

※

“…You’ve really thought everything through, haven’t you?”

I can’t help but feel, “If only I’d worked harder.”

“Having a dream… it’s kind of enviable.”

I wonder if it’s okay to voice envy like that, but it’s too late to take it back.

“Th-Thank you, Sato-kun… You sound awfully philosophical, though.”

I start to regret my careless remark a little.

“But you’re still a first-year, so you have plenty of time to think. If you want to talk it over, I’m here, or anyone really.”

Even to someone like me, she offers gratitude, showing her kindness.

“…Well, maybe not Akiyo, since she’s hard to ask, so it’d probably be me in the end.”

She gives a slightly exasperated look toward her absent classmate, her words also meant to ease my tension.

※

As the conversation gradually loosens up, I talk with Senpai about the recitation play. I’ve already checked the schedule and past records, so it’s mainly about the atmosphere and mindset.

“So, I think the most important thing is to do it boldly with a loud voice. Pacing is crucial, but without the ‘fast’ parts, you can’t go all out.”

Even though my question might’ve been vague, she answers seriously. Her clear voice makes it easy to understand.

“It’s something I learned from a senior,” she says with a slight smile, looking into my eyes. I try not to feel anything strange, but I can’t deny she’s a beautiful woman.

“More than technique, it’s about putting your emotions into it. Honestly, I’m not great at it, but I think Ami’s better.”

“Asai-senpai, huh?”

Asai-senpai’s a second-year, so last year was her first time. Still, she seems good at expressing emotions, and I can imagine it.

※

“Yeah, last year’s footage… Oh, I was going to have you watch it in the clubroom after the second term starts. I have it on my phone, though.”

Saying that, she pulls out her phone and digs up the video.

“Sato-kun, do you have earphones or anything?”

“S-Sorry, I don’t.”

I have earphones at home, but none for carrying around. I regret not preparing for this.

“No, it’s not something to apologize for,” she says, looking a bit puzzled, and operates her phone. Then, a video with Asai-senpai as the thumbnail arrives on my phone.

“You’ll probably see it in the clubroom in a few days, but since we’re here, I thought you could watch it now. I don’t have two pairs of earphones, and using mine would be, well, you know.”

The word “you know” catches me, but I interpret it as her being hesitant to lend earphones. I hope she doesn’t think I’m someone she can’t lend to.

Anyway, getting hung up on small things isn’t good. So I just say, “Oh, um, thank you very much.”

“…While I’m at it, I’ll send you mine and Akiyo’s too.”

Two more videos, with Shina-senpai and Ishikawa-senpai as thumbnails, arrive on my phone.

“If you could watch them at home later, I’d appreciate it.”

She sends personal messages like this to the contact we exchanged before. Her profile picture is a shot of her from behind.

※

Talking so much about the cultural festival takes up a lot of time. But she keeps a kind demeanor, saying, “If you have other questions, don’t hesitate to ask.”

On the other hand, sitting face-to-face means our eyes meet often. I’m getting used to holding eye contact with my lovers, but I’m still not comfortable being looked at by women or looking into their eyes.

“…Oh, s-sorry!”

“N-No, it’s okay.”

When our eyes meet, a few seconds of frozen time pass. I end up looking away, and I worry about what Shina-senpai thinks of being looked at by me.

※

“Well then, I’ll ask you something, Sato-kun.”

As my questions wrap up, it’s her turn to ask.

“…If there’s anything you don’t want to answer, even if I’m your senpai, you don’t have to force yourself.”

She checks politely, but for me, if it’s just about my feelings, I have nothing to hide. Of course, things like lust are separate, and I doubt she’d ask about that.

“I-I’m really okay.”

“O-Okay…”

A bit hesitant, she asks me.

※

“…Sato-kun, you said earlier you don’t usually read books like the one you were looking at in the bookstore, right?”

“…Yeah, so I thought I’d read it for, like, study.”

I didn’t end up buying that book, so I still don’t know what it was about. Since Shina-senpai left without buying it either, there’s no way to know now.

“I read those kinds of books a lot. When I write, I often do youth or club-themed stories, but I also want to try writing romance novels.”

Her expression grows serious, her beautiful face turned toward me. My back straightens from the excitement.

“…I didn’t buy that book, so I don’t know, but in fiction, men are often portrayed as open-minded, enjoying interactions with women, and accepting of everything. Maybe that’s what readers want.”

Her thinking is so refined, it’s hard to believe she’s only two years older. It must come from being a woman and a writer.

“…But in reality, from what I hear from friends or see online, men seem to have a lot of resistance toward women, or that’s the image. So maybe ideals are born in fiction.”

※

“…But I kind of think you don’t have that resistance, Sato-kun. Or at least, that’s my impression… Is it okay if I ask what you think?”

Her question makes me pause for a moment, but I don’t change my approach to expressing my feelings. The fact that she wants to know my thoughts is enough to make me think so.

Chapter 137: Sorting Out Feelings with Senpai

I try to convey, slowly but surely, that my perspective differs from those around me. That becomes my words.

“…I feel like I’m different from other guys, even to myself.”

In this world, I occasionally talk with the guys in my class, and they don’t ostracize me. Even now, when I mostly talk with women, chatting with guys after PE class while changing is something I’m grateful for, no question.

But the fact that I’m dating multiple girls, or that I don’t feel bad even when I accidentally get too close, is met with a bit of surprise.

“For the past few months… I’ve realized how incredibly happy it makes me when girls talk to me and smile. It’s not just with Maki-san, but in everyday life too.”

“…I see. So, even if it’s the opposite sex, not just guys, it’s exciting if they make it fun for you?”

“Y-Yes, of course, I talk with guys too. But with the opposite sex… it makes my heart race more, and since everyone’s so kind to me, I’m really grateful.”

In an interview-like format, my thoughts are laid bare. Of course, it’s not anything I’m hiding—it’s about the things that tickle my emotions, which Maki-san and everyone already know.

※

My feelings bubble up sporadically, laid out before Shina-senpai.

“…So, just going on a date with Maki-san or others feels so precious. Having kind, c-cute girls spend time with me…”

That said, saying this to a woman who isn’t my lover might mean I’m getting carried away. Worried I might’ve made her uncomfortable, I notice Shina-senpai sigh, “…Haa, that’s completely different from what I’ve seen online,” as she stretches, leaning back.

As she leans against the chair and stretches upward, her prominent chest catches my eye. Her fairly tight shirt accentuates her large, assertive breasts even more.

“Still, ‘cute,’ huh? Oh, not about Yamamoto-san specifically, but I mean it’s surprising you can openly call women cute.”

Does she notice me averting my eyes, or my impure thoughts? Is she thinking about my behavior in the bath? That’s a frightening question, but I need to respond to her comment, “Of course, I think she’s a lovely girl.”

“…I sometimes worry that being so honest might make people think I’m creepy, but everyone accepts my feelings, and I’m grateful for that. So, I can’t help but want to say things like… c-cute.”

“Being honest, huh. That’s probably important… But from my perspective, I can’t imagine anyone calling what you say creepy, Sato-kun.”

“R-Really…? I mean, if I say weird things or come on too strong, or try something unreasonable, it’d be creepy and bothersome, so I worry about that.”

My honest feelings are truly spilling out. If I ever acted forcefully and caused even a bit of pain to them, I wouldn’t deserve forgiveness. Even if they say I can do anything, I can’t be too arrogant.

※

But my phrasing just now might’ve been bad.

“C-Come on too strong…?”

Her puzzled expression makes me think my words might’ve crossed into harassment territory. Saying “come on too strong” could easily imply something sexual.

“S-Sorry, for saying something weird!”

“N-No, you don’t need to apologize… It’s fine.”

As the conversation loosened, my words might’ve gotten too lax. My anxiety about whether it’s okay to lust after women’s bodies and engage in sexual acts surfaced vaguely.

※

“…I might be the one asking something weird.”

Far from finding me creepy, Shina-senpai continues to ask me questions.

“Y-Yes! It’s not weird at all!”

Unsure how to respond properly, I get a “…Oh, thank you” from her. From there, she gradually digs into my image of women.

※

“Do you ever find women scary, Sato-kun?”

One of her questions touches on the feelings I carried in my original world.

“…I often worry about how to interact with them.”

“Interact… Not fear or wanting to avoid talking, but…?”

“N-No, I want to talk with them!”

I don’t dislike talking with women. Like with men, sharing time with charming people is a great happiness.

“But I sometimes feel like, is it okay to take up their precious time? I want to make sure they enjoy it—that’s how I feel.”

“…Enjoy, huh. That’s the kind of thinking you have, Sato-kun.”

My emotions probably aren’t typical for men in this world. I understand this world views women’s gazes, assertiveness, and sexual desire negatively.

But in the end, my feelings are different.

※

As we go through several questions, the clock on the wall ticks forward.

“Can I ask one more thing?”

Noticing the time, Shina-senpai asks with a tone suggesting it’s her last question. I nod to show it’s fine, and she blinks a few times.

“Sato-kun, um, well…”

Her speech, initially fluid, has grown more hesitant. Even now, she speaks as if checking my reaction.

I’m ready to answer any question, but I can’t rush her. Soon, her question reaches my ears.

“When you’re holding hands with a woman, what do you feel?”

Her words, broken into fragments, let me process them without delay. Memories of touching and holding hands with women flood back.

“Oh, for novels, it’s easy to imagine a woman’s feelings when holding hands, but I was curious about how men feel,” she adds, a bit flustered but serious.

I gather my words for Senpai, summing up my actions with Maki-san, Asagi-san, Yukari-san, and Yuki.

※

“…I think it makes me really, really excited.”

“E-Excited?”

“Y-Yes! When I think they’re with me, entrusting their hand to me, that’s how I feel…”

It’s an embarrassingly blunt statement, one that might sound foolish. Yet, in this situation, I can’t muster poetic words, so I’m pouring out feelings tied to love to someone who isn’t my lover.

※

“…Then, being touched doesn’t feel bad to you.”

Her words are clear, but they’re not quite a question. They’re still in the realm of Shina-senpai’s murmurs.

Yet I respond.

“Y-Yes, that’s right… Honestly, I still wonder if I’m good enough for them, or if there’s a more attractive guy out there.”

Anxiety lingers in my mind. But their kindness and sweetness might be shrinking that space.

“But everyone tells me that’s not true… S-So, if we both want it, I’d like to do it.”

My thoughts are leaking out more and more. Even if she wanted to know a unique guy’s perspective, this is starting to sound like I’m just gushing.

※

Don’t be an idiot, get it together, I think, but then Shina-senpai lets out a “W-Well, then.”

I brace myself, thinking I need to stay calm for her final question.

“…No, that’s enough.”

But she retracts her words.

“I should stop here, or this will just turn into harassment.”

With a slightly dejected, self-reproaching tone, she sighs “…Haa” and keeps watching me.

“I-It’s fine, really…”

Even at this close distance, I’m not skilled enough to fully grasp a woman’s heart. As I struggle to interpret her words, she straightens her posture.

“No, I’m sorry, really, for asking weird things.”

“N-No, I’m the one making you feel cautious.”

How many times have we done this today? Her being considerate and me denying it might be something we shouldn’t do.

※

“…That’s not true, and honestly, I think I’m the one spilling over more.”

Shina-senpai turns her gaze back to me.

“Hearing you talk, I realized relationships can take this form too. Honestly, it makes me want to talk to not just you, but Yamamoto-san too. It’s probably too nosy, but I’m so curious.”

Despite her serious expression throughout my answers, she leans back again, arms crossed under her chest. That pose emphasizes her large breasts and slightly visible white bra, making me likely to avert my gaze.

But I need to respond.

“…If it’s about me, and Maki-san is okay with talking, I have nothing to hide.”

Even setting aside Maki-san’s own matters, if she’s fine discussing things about me, that takes precedence. Besides, since I’m making this promise with Shina-senpai on my own, there’s no reason to make Maki-san filter anything.

“When you say that… it makes me worry my bad side might come out. I need to be careful.”

Again, in a self-reproaching tone, she looks at me.

※

“…Even though we’ve been talking like this, you stayed the whole time, Sato-kun. I really need to thank you.”

Saying “Thank you” and bowing, Shina-senpai catches me off guard, and I stammer, “N-No, you don’t need to thank me…!”

“No, I meant to thank you, but in the end, you taught me emotions I couldn’t learn from books alone… After what happened at the camp, most people would avoid me, but you didn’t.”

Yes, the camp made me nervous. Even now, her beautiful skin and the shape of her chest flash in my mind, and I’m trying to suppress it.

“…I’m the one grateful, Shina-senpai, for not avoiding me. So, thank you.”

Though seated, I bow deeply with all my sincerity.

“Having you listen to my words so seriously… it’s really meant a lot…!”

It might seem shallow to call it sincerity, but clumsy words and gratitude are all I can offer now.

※

“N-No, don’t bow, Sato-kun… Y-You don’t need to do that to me…!”

Despite her beauty and kindness, Shina-senpai engages with me. I’m the one who should be grateful, and she has no reason to bow.

“…Really…”

Our conversation heads toward its end with mutual apologies. Compared to the information I gained, all Shina-senpai got was my overflowing emotions, which feels unequal. Yet she doesn’t mind at all.

※

After about two hours of talking, we leave the café, carrying a slightly tense atmosphere.

“At least let me cover today’s bill.”

To her apologetic words, I immediately counter, “N-No, I’ll pay! You talked with me so much, I can’t let you pay too.”

“…That’s supposed to be the woman’s line, you know.”

But in the end, she insists, citing her seniority, and even covers the cheesecake she recommended. I let a woman, a club senior, treat me—how arrogant.

“…Um, I’m really sorry.”

“No, I’m the one who needs to thank you, Sato-kun.”

At the bottom of the stairs, in front of the building, Shina-senpai still talks with me.

“I’ve never talked with a guy like this, and you were so thorough and kind… It was really valuable. I’m sorry for asking weird things, but from now on…”

Slightly taller than me, she tries to meet my gaze. Earlier, I looked away out of embarrassment, but at least now, trusting she won’t find me creepy, I return her look.

“I’d be thrilled if you enjoy the club and the cultural festival. I asked a lot of selfish questions, but…”

Her beautiful, heart-pounding eyes are on me, wishing for me to enjoy my usual life.

“…Thank you. I learned so much, and I might’ve said weird things, but Shina-senpai, you weren’t selfish at all…!”

My stuttering is probably because I rarely talk face-to-face like this. Even if I’ve grown a bit in this world, conversing with a beautiful woman I accidentally saw half-naked isn’t something I can do smoothly.

※

“…Being with you makes me feel like I might get carried away.”

Sighing softly, she bows again and asks, “It’s still early, Sato-kun, but should I walk you?”

“N-No, I’m fine. I can’t trouble you any more, and it’s still light out…!”

In this world, young men walking alone at night isn’t encouraged. But it’s summer, and it’s not even evening yet.

I can’t burden Shina-senpai, who’s already spent so much time with me, any further. She’s busy, and she’s a college entrance examinee.

“…I see. It’s no trouble, but…” she says, seeming convinced. In the end, she heads to the other side of the station, and I walk home.

※

“Take care, Sato-kun. Really… I’m sorry.”

“Y-Yes! B-But you don’t need to apologize.”

“…Saying that just makes you save me again.”

After this exchange, we both bow deeply. While Shina-senpai turns to leave without issue, she stays there, watching until I start walking.

※

After walking a bit and reaching a corner, I let out a sigh.

Of course, the long conversation with Shina-senpai was precious. But more than that, I was tense and might’ve said things she didn’t ask for. I get like this with women I’m not used to talking to.

Did I look her in the eyes properly? Did I stare at weird places? I need to reflect. My bad habit of letting my gaze drop when talking to women is undeniable.

It was better than the bath incident, I tell myself, and start walking.

But reflecting on today, it felt like she pulled out my innermost thoughts. In other words, I shared my usual feelings with Shina-senpai.

Of course, she asked for it, and though it’s unclear what was appropriate, I was baring my true self.

※

Maybe those feelings aren’t just for Shina-senpai.

No, they definitely aren’t. My gratitude, the excitement of physical closeness, should first go to the women who stay with me and entrust their bodies to me. I’ve said “I love you” or “cute” often, but those words come after they’ve shown they want me.

Saying it once doesn’t mean I can stop. That kind of arrogance isn’t for me. I want to keep saying it, I have to.

They might find it sudden or bothersome, but so far, they haven’t disliked my emotions. Wanting to believe that comes from the kindness they’ve piled on me.

※

“…Just a little, though.”

Muttering to myself in a quiet spot, I pull my phone from my bag. The recipient is Asagi Sasai-san, my lover who always welcomes my feelings.

※

“For just a few minutes, I have something to talk about.”

I start typing, thinking to call when she’s free.

But I realize that’s wrong. I have time, but I haven’t even asked if she’s free—I can’t just settle for a call.

“If you’re at home or something, is it okay if I come to talk?”

Finishing the message, I send it to Asagi-san. It’s a simple wish to express gratitude, yet I’m dragging her into it.

Not just Asagi-san, I plan to contact Maki-san next. When I get home, I want to thank Yuki and Yukari-san for the sweet time we share.

※

“Totally fine! I’d never turn down an invite from Shun-kun!”

And Asagi-san never rejects me. My first lover is always such a kind girl.

Chapter 138:  To Asagi-san, To Maki-san

“Hehe, we message every day, but it’s been about a week since we last met, right?”

When I ring the doorbell at Asagi-san’s house, she opens the door with a beaming smile, her expression making me feel she’s genuinely happy about my visit.

“But you suddenly said you wanted to come over, so I wondered if something bad happened. Even if it’s not that, you don’t have to say ‘just a few minutes’—you could stay longer.”

“Um, i-it’s not something bad, it’s fine.”

If she felt even a sliver of worry, I’m the one who caused it, and I have to make it right. Even if it might not seem like a big deal, I want to share my feelings with her.

“…I wanted to, um, thank you again, Asagi-san.”

※

Her mother, Kurumi-san, isn’t home yet, she tells me as we head to the living room and sit on the sofa together. From there, I start talking about today.

I tell her about meeting Shina-senpai and discussing my feelings about women, starting with those details. Normally, talking about another woman in front of my lover might be something to soften or avoid. Saying I wanted to express gratitude because of a conversation with another woman might be something to hide.

“…Talking like that made me realize I really do get excited talking to girls, thinking all sorts of things. That’s something incredibly fortunate, and that never changes.”

But the trigger for wanting to talk like this is clear. Leaving that out would feel like hiding something from Asagi-san, and I just can’t do that.

※

“So, I know it’s late, but… Asagi-san, thank you for being with me, holding my hand, talking to me… and, um, entrusting your body to me.”

It’s clumsy, I know. At least the final words, I want them to be direct.

※

“…You’re always watching me, Asagi-san, and I’m so happy you’re here. That’s why I… I’ll always, um, l-love you…!”

That’s what I wanted to say.

But in a normal couple, this might flow more naturally in conversation. Making her take time to hear this might not be the smoothest way.

※

“Shun-kun… you came all the way here just to say that?”

“Y-Yeah, um, I know I took your time, and it might not seem like a big deal, but I just really wanted to say it, like I was imposing.”

Her words make me think I might’ve messed up. My face, gradually lowering, feels too scary to lift. I know she’d never call me creepy, but still.

※

“Hey, Shun-kun, can you look at me?”

Asagi-san calls to me in a gentle, almost teasing voice, soothing my anxiety.

Since she’s sitting right beside me, lifting my face would let me see her expression instantly. Knowing the answer is coming, I raise my head.

※

A soft sensation touches my cheek.

“That’s exactly why I love you.”

Asagi-san kisses my cheek. There’s no mistaking it—the tender touch of my lover’s lips.

“I mean, I already want to watch you and be with you, and then you go and say thank you? That’s, like, insanely happy-making! ♡”

Oh, she’s smiling again. Asagi-san’s radiant smile melts my thoughts into mush.

“…Thank you, but I, um, talked with Shina-senpai, and that was kind of selfish of me.”

“Nuh-uh, there’s no way I’d think it’s selfish for you to talk to someone you wanted to. It’s not just about her being a helpful senpai… but as a woman too, right?”

Asagi-san giggles, saying, “I only met her once, but she’s really pretty, hehe,” without a hint of blaming me.

※

“…Honestly, I wanted to tell you this even without that conversation.”

With charming women like Asagi-san and the others, I should constantly express the feelings they want from me. Yet, I’m painfully aware I haven’t been proactive enough in daily life.

Would a guy like me saying “I love you” every day come off as creepy? That fear might’ve been clinging to me.

※

“No getting anxious, Shun-kun!”

Asagi-san soothes my feelings again.

“Talking to a beautiful senpai like that and then thinking of me because of it? That’s so exciting! Knowing you’re looking at me right now, loving me—it makes my heart all warm and fuzzy!”

My words, perhaps trivial or sudden, she treasures like gospel. In her casual clothes, Asagi-san feels like an angel overflowing with kindness.

“And, like, I bet you sometimes worry that telling me or everyone else might make us think weirdly of you, but you don’t need to! It’s all good!”

She grips my hand tightly, our contact on the sofa warming my heart with her small, comforting hand.

“Your feelings, what you did, who you talked to—I want to know it all, Shun-kun! ♡ If you want to keep something secret, that’s fine, but when you want to talk, like this, anytime!”

Holding my hand with both of hers, squeezing tightly, Asagi-san smiles at me.

“…Asagi-san.”

“Mm?”

When I speak, she responds with sweet, gentle words.

“…I, um, really love that about you too…!”

With her, my emotions always spill out. That’s probably why I laid almost everything bare about my talk with Shina-senpai.

“Ehehe, yay! ♡ I totally, absolutely love you too! ♡”

Even though I might’ve taken her time, she kisses me again. The kiss from this unbearably cute girl, countless times over, feels like pure happiness.

※

“I’d love to stay together longer, but I bet you want to say the same to Maki and Nishikawa-san, right? Or did you already talk to them before me?”

“N-No, you’re the first, Asagi-san.”

“Got it! Then you’ll need time to talk to everyone else too, right?”

Indeed, I said “just a few minutes” with Asagi-san because I wanted to share my feelings with Maki-san, Yukari-san, and Yuki too. And Asagi-san saw right through it.

“…Sorry, Asagi-san.”

“No way! I got to know so much about what you’re thinking, so I’m, like, super happy!”

Never dimming her brightness, Asagi-san stares at my lips.

“And you’re not allowed to say sorry, Shun-kun! ♡”

Her index finger hovers just shy of touching my lips, stopping short.

“The words from your mouth, from these lips, can make everyone happy, you know! Hehe! ♡”

She believes my words have power. Even if I can’t believe it myself, her saying so makes me want to.

※

Asagi-san sees me off at the door, never losing her adorable vibe.

“Next time in September, maybe? But I’ll probably message you again today! ♡”

My lover, always making promises with me, reaches out both arms toward me.

“…Is it okay?”

When she asks like that, I know it’s a goodbye hug. But for a guy wanting to thank multiple women, is it okay to accept?

※

“…Yeah.”

Yet I accept. If Asagi-san wants it, I feel it’s okay for me to do.

At the door, standing, Asagi-san and I hug tightly. Her soft chest through her clothes, her sweet girlish scent—she presses them against me without hesitation, time and again.

There’s not a trace of calculation or compromise. It’s so straightforwardly sweet, I almost think my eyes are clouded.

The joy of being in a relationship where hugging is celebrated makes me feel almost arrogant.

“Haha! ♡ Shun-kun, you’re so warm.”

Her words and actions melt me, my heart. I know it’ll happen, yet I can’t get used to it.

※

“Well, Shun-kun, off you go! ♡”

I stayed maybe 15 minutes, yet she doesn’t call me a bother or crude, piling on sweet words. It’s selfish, but her “off you go” shakes my emotions deeply. It feels like a couple living together, or even a married pair. It’s an overstepping fantasy, I know, but I can’t help indulging just a little. A life where a woman like Asagi-san sees me off daily—any man would want that.

But that feeling isn’t just for Asagi-san. I want to hear “off you go” from Maki-san too, who agreed to meet me after my message.

※

“…Sato-kun, um, what’s up today…?”

Ringing the doorbell like before, Maki-san greets me in casual clothes. A T-shirt with a cute jacket—less revealing, but undeniably girlish.

“…Sorry for barging in suddenly. But I wanted to thank you too, Maki-san.”

“Th-Thank you? Did I, um, do something…?”

She seems puzzled but says, “W-Well, we can’t just stand here!” and leads me to the living room. Like with Asagi-san, making her escort me like this isn’t usually okay.

※

So, sitting on the sofa, I weave words of gratitude for Maki-san.

Of course, I tell her about Shina-senpai, including how she might recall my impure gazes toward Senpai.

“…So, you always help me, Maki-san, no doubt about it. Being with me, talking with me, even though I make you worry, but still, you…”

I try not to stutter, at least making the end clear and smooth.

“I want to say again that I love you, Maki-san. Even though I love multiple people and talk normally with Senpai, I can’t help wanting to say I love you.”

※

“M-Me too!”

As my words finish, Maki-san suddenly raises her voice. It’s my salvation, words that make my heart leap.

“S-Sorry, Sato-kun! But really, coming all the way here just for me… Haah… You’re just too much!”

My words move her emotions. That alone thrills me, but she puts a hand to her cheek, saying, “Saying you love me so many times…” as her gaze shifts.

“…Honestly, I should’ve been saying this more, not just because of Shina-senpai’s talk.”

“N-No, it’s not something you need to feel bad about, Sato-kun! I mean, even if you said it once a year, I’d have enough energy for the whole year… But coming to me, not just Asagi, and saying this—it’s making my heart race so much…!”

My possibly arrogant, selfish actions make her heart race. To be loved this much by a cute, kind, stunningly attractive lover—am I really being a proper boyfriend?

“B-But if you thought Shina-senpai was, um, nice… I-I’d still want you to do what you feel, of course, but another stylish person near you… I-I need to step up, don’t I?”

“Step up” pierces my heart. She doesn’t need to, it’s my role to think that.

“…You don’t need to think about stepping up, Maki-san, it’s okay. I… I love everything about you, your style, your kindness, all of it…!”

“A-Ahh… Saying that makes me helpless…”

I don’t stop to consider if I should say it. A girl like Maki-san pushing herself for me? That’s something to stop.

“But really, you thinking that, Sato-kun…”

“I love you too.” Her words make me straighten my back. Her adorable, flushed face is always watching me.

Then, like Asagi-san, she confirms, “Oh, you said this to Asagi and me, so probably Yuki-chan and Nishikawa-san too, right?”

“…Yeah. I should just say it’s only you, Maki-san.”

“N-No, that’s not okay! You love everyone, Sato-kun. I can’t take it all… My head’s already full of you…!”

My weakness—not being devoted to a devoted girl—is clear. Even in this world, I can’t just live carefree.

“…It really means a lot that you say that. Thank you, Maki-san.”

“Y-Yeah… It’s okay with someone like me, right…?”

Sitting on the sofa, our words slowly overlap. A sweet atmosphere, mixed with mutual care, is something we share.

※

Like with Asagi-san, Maki-san sees me off at the door. She mentions her mother, Mai-san, might be back soon, sighing about her flushed face being seen.

“Th-Thank you, Sato-kun… Coming all this way just to tell me… Ugh…”

“…No, I’m the one who took your time.”

“I-It’s obviously fine, Sato-kun!”

Maki-san, speaking with her head down, lifts it to affirm me. It feels like forgiveness. My hands tense, lightly clenching.

I can’t even turn to put on my shoes. With such an earnest, straightforward Maki-san, is it okay to just say my piece and leave? It scares me.

※

“Sato-kun, I was really happy… So, please, spend even more time talking with Yuki-chan and Nishikawa-san.”

Always putting others before herself, what can I do for Maki-san?

※

I recall my moment with Asagi-san. How she endlessly delighted in our hug, confirming our warmth.

That worked because a cute girl like Asagi-san took the lead. If I do it suddenly, it might be uncool, creepy, just selfish.

“S-Sato-kun, what’s wrong…?”

Maki-san notices my hesitation. A cute, kind girl who shouldn’t bother with me keeps caring about my feelings.

※

Asagi-san and Maki-san, their sweetness differs, but…

“Maki-san…!”

I convince myself Maki-san will be thrilled.

Even if I’m not sure it’s right, slowly, ever so slowly, I reach my arms around her back.

“…Eh, ah!”

Touching her through her clothes still isn’t natural. If she rejected my touch, I’d have no right to complain.

Yet, like Asagi-san did for me, I want to do this for Maki-san. I should consider she might say, “Don’t do that suddenly,” but I don’t.

“Hyah, Sato-kun, s-so sudden…!”

I think about not hurting her, but not hesitating.

“…Sorry, Maki-san! But, please, let me at least do this…!”

Standing, I hug her. No, I’m practically clinging to her.

For Maki-san, who might find my actions sweet, I want to do something lover-like. Something that might make her happy.

If she finds it distressing, I’d grovel and do anything. I’m always ready for that.

The sensation of her soft chest—I should forget it now. Getting excited would cheapen my desire to make her happy.

I don’t want to be hated, but I don’t want to leave without doing anything. This is my clumsy end.

※

“S-Sato-kun, this, this…!”

I know Maki-san’s words are the most important. She might be flustered, but she doesn’t push me away, letting herself melt into my possibly too-tight embrace.

Her warmth, her softness, I feel it all. What does my selfishness mean to her?

“Ah, ahh… I can’t, my knees are giving out…!”

Then, leaning on me, Maki-san bends her knees, lowering herself. Naturally, I sink down with her.

“S-Sorry, Sato-kun…!”

“M-Maki-san, um…!”

Was my action right, or just impulsive coercion? I need to check. Sitting by the entrance, on the hallway’s edge, I catch her expression.

“But, th-this is, a foul…! ♡”

My lovely lover doesn’t flee from me.

Her flushed cheeks, teary eyes—they’re directed only at me.

Chapter 139: To Yuki, To Yukari-san

“…When you’re near me, Sato-kun, I just can’t…”

Maki-san says this while we’re still seated, and I can’t help but want to stay at her eye level.

“…It, um, wasn’t bad, was it…?”

I’m still scared that my actions might’ve been selfish, done without her consent.

“Ugh, n-no way I’d say it was bad! That just now, it made my heart race so much, it was intense…! You say ‘just this much,’ but the impact was insane…!”

Despite my sudden embrace, Maki-san, with her charming and somewhat sensual expression, stays by my side.

“And you’re still so close, so my heart won’t calm down at all… Ahh, w-what do I do…”

Seated, looking a bit flustered, she keeps gazing at me. She’s like an adorable princess, someone who makes my heart race just by being near.

※

“…I-I’m always, um, so excited when I’m with you, Maki-san…”

“W-Words like that, ahh, they’re too much for me…!”

Her emotions, so genuine and not an act, are a luxury I don’t deserve, yet they remain constant.

※

In the end, Maki-san, still seated on the floor, says, “Sato-kun, y-you can ignore me and head out, it’s fine…!”

“But, Maki-san, are you really okay?”

“R-Really, I’m fine! I just, like, lost my strength, but I’ll stand up soon, so just leave me like this…!”

I insist on staying until she stands, but her firm push makes me relent.

“L-Look, time’s running out, and Mom’s probably coming home soon, so really, don’t worry about me.”

Her repeated assurances convince me it’s truly okay. If I push further and trouble her, I wouldn’t be a decent boyfriend.

※

“…I’m really sorry, Maki-san. I had to thank you today.”

“Ah, n-no, I’m the one who wants to thank you, but I’m sorry for just sitting here…! Next time, I’ll talk a bit better, I promise…!”

As I meet her eyes while seated, she looks down slightly but accepts my actions.

“I hope, Sato-kun, you’ll talk with me again…”

Her words help wrap up our short, sweet time.

“…I want to keep spending time with you, Maki-san.”

“Th-That’s such a relief… Thank you, really…!”

A girl who doesn’t find my blunt honesty creepy, blushing brightly, has been right in front of me this whole time.

※

Finally, Maki-san says, “W-Well, see you at school…!” as she sees me off. Even as I put on my shoes and close the door, I’m anxious about leaving her slumped on the floor.

Yet, my lover waves faintly. Waving back, keeping eye contact until the end as my excuse, I shut the door with a thud.

※

Was that really okay? Did I take advantage of Maki-san’s kindness, her intent to spare me worry, by leaving like that?

She burst with joy at my impulsive embrace. Her knees buckling didn’t seem like an act, and her expression was undeniably captivating.

Whether my actions were right or wrong, I still don’t know.

※

Still, I got to see Maki-san and share moments with her. I can’t help but think she’s the one giving me these opportunities.

So, as Maki-san said, I head home. My kind lover asked me to make time for Yuki and Yukari-san, so I absolutely have to.

No, it’s not just her words. I myself want to share the feelings I expressed to Asagi-san and Maki-san with the two at home.

That’s clearly my own desire now.

※

When I get home, as if timed perfectly, I hear footsteps descending the stairs.

“Oh, it’s really Shun-nii, you’re back!”

Yuki, likely back from tutoring, rushes to me as I take off my shoes, naturally throwing herself into my chest. Even if it feels routine, it’s never her obligation.

“Mufu, welcome home, Shun-nii.”

“…Yeah, I’m home, Yuki.”

Even to my little sister, I want to share my heart. Just two days ago, we did so much, but I can’t think “that’s enough for today.”

If I get complacent, I’m done. I want to tell her now.

※

“Shun-nii, I heard from Nee-chan. You talked with your club senpai at a café, right?”

Even the brief moment I hesitate, Yuki fills instantly. Through the message I sent Yukari-san, my sister already knows about my day.

When I nod, she says, “I haven’t actually met this Shina-senpai person,” but doesn’t move from my chest. With her arms around my back, I’m constantly held.

“Mufu, it’s like you’re already connecting with all sorts of people, Shun-nii. From what Maki-san says, she sounds super kind, so I’m kinda happy.”

“…”

Yuki’s preemptive words leave me unsure how to respond. My adoring sister is happy I’m talking with another woman.

※

“…Yuki.”

“Hm, what’s up, Shun-nii?”

Clinging to me, looking up with those eyes, she’s so adorable, stirring a concentrated love in me. No matter what, she’s always cute, and that never changes.

※

But I want to tell her my feelings. I have to.

“…Today, with Shina-senpai, we talked about how I usually interact with women. She asked me to share, as best I could, what I think when talking to girls around me.”

“Uh-huh.”

Yuki listens, wrapped around me. What does she think of Shina-senpai? I’ll only know by talking and hearing her response.

“And it made me realize again that… e-everyone… being with me, talking to me, always showing me smiling faces… it makes me so excited, wanting to be with them more.”

Even on my third person, I can’t speak perfectly to women. Even with my sister, my emotions come out choppy.

“…Yuki, you’re always so close to me. Even with exams, you do so much to make me happy… even though I’m, um, throwing my desires at you.”

Yuki listens to every word, her expression like she’s catching every letter, right in front of me.

“I… I think because you’re here, Yuki, I’ve been able to push away all sorts of fears and anxieties. I’m so grateful that you… look up to me and support me.”

※

My voice cracks at the end.

“So, I want to… always cherish you, Yuki…!”

Slightly looking down, I can’t hold her gaze to the end. I’m scared my words went too far, a weak man and brother.

※

“Shuun-nii.”

Her call makes me meet my sister’s eyes again.

※

“…Chu! ♡”

In that instant, Yuki’s lips touch my unguarded neck.

“—!” I almost let out a weird sound, but she giggles, “Nihi.”

“I’m already cherished by you, Shun-nii, more than I could ever ask.”

With innocence and strong emotion, she speaks to me.

“During the trip, you said so much, and now you’re making my heart race again. I’m such a lucky girl, you know?”

Now with a mischievous, devilish smile, she’s the beautiful girl with a hint of youth I’m completely smitten with.

※

“…I’m the lucky one, getting to spend time with you, Yuki…”

“Then we’re a matching set, huh! ♡”

Yuki kisses my neck again, a kiss that sucks away my fears and saves me.

※

“Mufu, Shun-nii, I’ll always love you!”

Her direct, sweet confession pierces me every time.

“…I love you too, Yuki… so much…!”

I don’t know if such sweet words suit me, but all I can do is want to be with her.

“Fuhe, hearing that makes me so happy again! ♡”

My precious, truly precious sister, who accepts it all, stays by my side.

※

“So, you’re telling everyone, which means Yukari-neechan’s next, right?”

“…Yeah.”

Yukari-san is the last person for these romantic feelings. It’s odd that I’m talking to four people in a row, and that they all know about it.

“I think you could be more selfish, Shun-nii, but I really like how you try so hard to talk with people carefully. At least I love that about you! ♡”

Stepping back to stand in front of me, Yuki’s sweetness and kindness never waver.

“Th-Thanks, Yuki… Hearing that makes me feel like maybe this is okay.”

Going to each person to share my feelings is my choice, but I don’t know if it’s ethically right in this world or any.

“Psh, you’re doing something brave, Shun-nii, so it’s totally fine! I know Yukari-neechan will think so too!”

Saying that, Yuki grins, adding, “She’s probably in her room now.”

“I want you to tell Nee-chan too!”

Nodding to her words, I see her satisfied smile. After our entrance talk, I’m urged toward Yukari-san’s room.

Three girls have left my emotions in a mess, but that’s due to my weakness and inexperience, and I want to overcome it.

※

As Yuki returns to her room, I knock on Yukari-san’s door alone. Even that makes me nervous, and her “Y-Yes!” tightens my heart.

“Oh, Shun-sama, w-welcome home…!”

“…Thank you, Yukari-san.”

But with Yukari-san in her apron before me, I have to steel myself. She’s always helped and stayed by me, so my gratitude is endless.

“I-Is something wrong? A problem, or… are you hurt?”

“N-No, it’s not that, I’m fine!”

My sudden visit might’ve caused a misunderstanding. I was only supposed to go to the bookstore, but changing plans with a last-minute message might’ve confused her.

※

“…I just wanted you to hear me out for a bit, Yukari-san. I know you might be busy…”

Like with Yuki, I didn’t warn her I had something to say. She was probably working on her PC, and I shouldn’t disturb her.

“N-No, Shun-sama’s words are the most important! Did I… do something wrong…?”

“N-No, it’s not that! But, thank you…!”

Still, Yukari-san allows me to speak. More than that, she looks anxious, standing at the door, watching my expression.

“…Oh, I’m so sorry! P-Please, come in and sit!”

Her kindness leads us to sit facing each other on chairs in her room.

※

Talking with her often happens here. Sitting across from her, I’m reminded how beautiful she is, even as she shyly meets my gaze.

I’ve known it forever, yet it hits me every time. Her long black hair tied back, her sharp, beautiful eyes, the skin I know the feel of, her glossy, petite lips—all perfect.

I can’t fathom why she’s with me.

※

“U-Um, Shun-sama…”

“S-Sorry, I was staring…”

“—! N-No, I’m… fine with it…!”

Staring and blurting out the truth might show I haven’t grown. I don’t even know how being stared at makes her feel.

Still, I’m about to pour my feelings, my words, onto Yukari-san. Like with Asagi-san, Maki-san, and Yuki, all I can do is express my heart.

※

“…Yukari-san, thank you, always…!”

Bowing deeply while seated, my lover panics, “N-No, please don’t bow…!” trying to stop me. But staying still while showing gratitude is impossible for me.

Chapter 140: Let’s Make a Promise

“…From my side, I asked about preparing for the cultural festival, and from Senpai, she asked about talking with women, my emotions, and all sorts of things…”

“S-So that’s how it was…!”

I share my actions openly with the women I’m deeply connected to. Yukari-san, the fourth in this short time, receives my words with sincerity.

“When I talk with women, I’m always… anxious, wondering how I’m perceived, if I’m being a pathetic guy, thinking all sorts of things. But everyone tries to break that anxiety… so I have to say thank you.”

“N-No, that’s…!”

Even if it’s not an exciting story, she listens intently.

“…Yukari-san, even when I didn’t know what to do, you always watched me… talked about so many things, and that’s been my salvation.”

Even though I’m the kind of guy who whines about happiness during an amusement park date.

※

“My salvation…”

“Y-Yes! Yukari-san… you supported me, but more than that, you wanted me. I’m still anxious if it’s okay to be spoiled by such a beautiful woman, but…!”

My emotions are always drawn into her.

※

“Because you say you love me, Yukari-san, I want to at least tell you… I l-love you…!”

This time, I speak while looking into her eyes. The beautiful, kind eyes of my lover who doesn’t find my feelings trivial.

※

The time Yukari-san takes to find words feels endlessly long to me. But whatever words she chooses, I want to accept them. I have to.

“Ah, ahh…! Shun-sama, you…!”

After my words, Yukari-san clenches her fists tightly on her knees.

※

“For me… just being your lover is terrifyingly fortunate…! To have you share your feelings, to call me your salvation—how can I possibly repay such kindness…?”

Looking up at me while slightly bowing her head, her seated position makes her gaze hit me like a charm. It’s an expression too precious to sum up as merely captivating.

“R-Repay? P-Please don’t say that…! I want to, um, keep…!”

I’m the one who should repay her.

“…With the woman I love, I want to spend time together…! So, not about repaying, but please, be s-selfish…!”

My voice cracks, yet I dare to wish for such luxury.

※

“S-Spending time together…”

To me, she reaches out, head still lowered.

“Spending time together is what I want too…! For you to say such things, Shun-sama… I’m falling for you, as a man…!”

Her affection, something any man would crave, I’m selfishly claiming alone.

“…Shun-sama, um, I… really want to be selfish…”

※

“Absolutely, you can be selfish…!”

No question. If I became a man who refused selfishness from someone who allowed mine, I’d rather be dead.

“I want to know everything about your feelings, Yukari-san, everything you’re willing to share…!”

She might have things to hide, but I want to know everything she’s okay sharing. As I bare what might be desire, Yukari-san lets out a small “—!”.

※

“Ahh, thank you…! If I were to be selfish, I…!”

Still looking down, gripping my hands tightly with both of hers, she weaves her words.

“…During the trip, Yuki-sama and Kaori-sama… said it’d be fine to stay at the hotel next to the pool…”

She’s talking about the birthday date, just ten days away.

Going to the pool is already agreed, but anything beyond that, I said I’d think about.

“C-Could I ask you to… go through with it, Shun-sama…? Of course, if you’ve changed your mind, you can refuse…!”

※

Refuse? No way.

“…Refusing something you want, Yukari-san? That’s absolutely impossible…!”

My words make her grip tighten slightly. Her hands, larger yet graceful, stay connected with mine.

“You’ve helped me so many times, Yukari-san…! Months ago, I couldn’t act properly, but now… I want so many memories with you…!”

My desire for human connection, for bonds with captivating women, spills out.

Wanting memories might just be my own wish. It’s like saying I want to see Yukari-san, with her stunning figure, in a swimsuit.

※

Still, I want to make memories. Spending time with Yukari-san is a great joy for me.

“…I, too, want memories with you, Shun-sama…!”

Gripping my hands, murmuring, Yukari-san doesn’t let go. In our exclusive promise, in this conversation, she shows strong emotion.

“That you want me, Shun-sama, is my greatest joy…! I don’t know if I’ll do well, but please, let’s keep going…!”

Her beautiful voice, tense yet clear, speaks to me.

“I-I’m the one who should thank you, Yukari-san…!”

My heart pounds, but like her, I don’t let go. Selfishly, I don’t want to.

※

How much time passed? A few minutes, I think, but it might’ve been shorter, a vague sensation.

“Ah, ahh…!”

With a sudden sound, Yukari-san squeezes my hands one last time before letting go.

“I-I’m so sorry, I said so much… You came to talk, Shun-sama, and I ended up…!”

Embarrassed, she slowly lifts her face, watching my expression.

“…To think you truly love me makes my heart soar… Can you forgive someone as improper as me…?”

Improper? I’d never think that. Forgiving or not isn’t even the issue.

“I’m not in a position to say such things, Yukari-san… I want you to always tell me what you feel…!”

“…Thank you…! But you, Shun-sama…”

After a pause, a breath, calming slightly, she looks at me again.

“…All your anxieties, your dislikes… please throw them at me, okay…?”

Her kindness, always aimed at me, pierces clearly despite her flushed cheeks.

※

In the end, Yukari-san thanks me, I thank her back, and our seated exchange repeats. But we settle on continuing to talk and planning a one-night, two-day stay for her birthday.

“I’ll talk to Kaori-sama… And, Shun-sama, I won’t let you pay a single yen this time either. It’s my selfishness…!”

She’s set on booking a nice room but says I can cancel if I change my mind. Of course, I won’t, but letting her pay everything is unthinkable normally.

“…Yukari-san, please, at least… when I’m an adult, let me pay. I’m sorry I can’t now…”

“N-No, I… really, that’s…!”

Even if she says that, I need to save and repay her. I should start thinking about a part-time job. Who could introduce me? That’s a worry.

“…Haa, what should I do…?”

Her soft murmur reaches me clearly. At this distance, we’re undeniably lovers.

※

But we can’t talk forever. It’s evening, and she needs to cook dinner, which she likely knows.

“…Yukari-san, thank you for listening to me.”

“N-No, I just… wanted to hear your words, Shun-sama…!”

She never sees the time I took as wasted.

“…You talked to Sasai-san, Yamamoto-san, Yuki-sama, and even me today… That you’d say this to me too is so precious…!”

Yukari-san pauses, as if thinking, then nods slightly.

“…I haven’t met this Shina-senpai, but she listened to your feelings so thoroughly, so she must have no ill will… She’s a good woman, right…?”

She’s right—Shina-senpai undeniably sparked this outpouring of emotions.

“Y-Yeah…”

Affirming that might not be ideal, but my gratitude to Senpai is an undeniable fact.

※

Talking with everyone was almost too luxurious. Even after dinner, back in my room, their welcoming my pushy, direct emotions lingers in my heart.

※

Calming down, lying on my bed, I think. I’m not calm, but I can process.

Beyond future talks with Asagi-san and Maki-san, there’s one more thing. I need to message Shina-senpai, who sparked this.

First, I should watch the videos she sent. It’s only proper.

I play the three videos in order. Was leaving Shina-senpai’s for last subconscious?

※

Asai-senpai’s lively storytelling is inspiring. On the podium, holding a script in one hand, her 15-minute adventure tale uses gestures to create emotional waves.

Her bright tone, lowering for emphasis, feels skilled for an amateur. I get why Shina-senpai recommended it.

Ishikawa-senpai’s 10-minute take on The Little Prince, a story from my original world, captures characters’ traits well, despite her usual emotional reserve.

Shina-senpai’s 15-minute piece, a script about youth and friendship, depicts three high school girls facing subtle conflicts over their futures, resolving them by the end.

Her clear voice distinguishes the three girls. She said, “Don’t expect much, I’m not a pro,” but to me, it’s a well-practiced, impressive 15 minutes.

※

All three are amazing, each unique. I worry if I can create something like that. I know we can use existing scripts, as they did.

I’ve decided to adapt a story I like into about 15 minutes. But I need to practice more, I realize.

Still, I feel I’ve grasped how to perform.

“Today, thank you so much.”

I start typing.

“I just watched the videos, and they’re really amazing. I’m anxious if I can do that well, though.”

No read receipt yet. Keeping it short, I gather my words.

“I think I get how to perform now. I’ll do my best.”

※

I exhale after sending. Should I comment on each video? Just then, the read mark lights up.

“Thank you, same here.”

“I’m really grateful if it’s helpful.”

It’s my first time receiving her simple, written emotions. I’m nervous, but I have more to say.

“I also told Maki-san and others about our talk today.”

The read mark appears.

“I see.”

No more comes, so I continue.

“Thanks to you, I think I sorted out a lot of my feelings.”

“So, really, thank you.”

I don’t have the courage to call a non-lover, so I send gratitude via text.

“I’m the one grateful, for you thanking me despite my selfish questions.”

“And to Maki-san and the other women too.”

“Hearing that makes me happy.”

I owe Shina-senpai a lot from today alone. To repay her, especially for the cultural festival, I need to work hard.

“If you have questions, even for me, anytime’s fine.”

“Thank you.”

I mustn’t stop being grateful.

※

“So, let’s keep in touch.”

Her final, polite message startles me slightly. As my senpai, she didn’t need to be so considerate.

※

Summer felt so long. On the last day of summer break, I’m at home, checking school supplies for tomorrow and relaxing with Yuki on the sofa.

“Hmm, school starts tomorrow, huh. This year was mostly tutoring or home, so I didn’t tan much. Wonder if the class is the same?”

“Y-Yeah, probably, with studying and all.”

“Yeah, makes sense. My friends were saying summer courses were tough too.”

As usual, Yuki slips between my legs, turning to me.

“But I don’t feel it’s that hard anymore. I’ve got a goal—to be with you, Shun-nii!”

“…Thanks, Yuki.”

“Fuhe, so I’ll keep at it!”

These moments won’t vanish even after summer break. Not just with Yuki, but with Asagi-san, Maki-san, and Yukari-san too.

“Oh my, Yuki, last year you kept saying studying was tough.”

Maybe because it’s the last day, Mom, back from morning work, teases gently.

But the mood stays warm, and Yuki says, “Last year, I wasn’t serious yet,” reminiscing.

“Ufufu, but now you seem so fulfilled, don’t you, Yukari-chan?”

“Y-Yes! She’s having a lot of fun…!”

Past noon, Yukari-san cleans the table while watching us. The four of us make the last day of summer vibrant.

※

Tomorrow, school life resumes. In my original world, new terms were dark and painful, and I wished breaks would last forever.

But not now. I can cherish having people to talk to, to be with, and a place in class with both guys and girls.

I don’t think I’ve gotten good at communicating. I stutter with women, my gaze drops, and my impure thoughts haven’t lessened. I might be seen as creepy someday.

※

But for now, everyone allows me to embrace this fortune, this happiness.

So, while cherishing family life, I dare to wish for the luxury of returning to school life too.