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

Chapter 16: In Her Room, an Incident Occurs

On the way to school, Yuki talks to me eagerly, especially curious about which clubs I’ve been visiting.

When I tell her I’m planning to join the literature club but won’t go every day, so I can walk home with her sometimes, she looks happy. But her expression shifts slightly to unease, almost like a warning.

“Shun-nii, it’s enough to check on me sometimes, okay? I want you to hang out with lots of people and have fun… I hope you’ll prioritize school, whether it’s class or clubs.”

“Don’t get caught by any bad girls, though,” she adds with a laugh, still looking uneasy.

“But you’ve always been cool, Shun-nii, and now you’re kinder, too, so girls will probably be into you or talk to you… Just be careful not to get dragged into something.”

Me, popular? Even from a sister’s perspective, that’s too much. My appearance hasn’t changed from my old world, where I was treated poorly—being popular is impossible. The other boys in class look far more handsome.

I only talk to Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san in class, and I feel like others keep their distance. I’d like to befriend more people, but I lack the courage, so I stick to the status quo.

“…M-me, cool? I appreciate you saying that, but… the other guys in class are way cooler, and no one would like me…”

Hearing my honest words, Yuki sighs, her tone slightly exasperated but not angry, more like she wants me to understand.

“Shun-nii, you should have more confidence. I don’t know the guys in your class, but I think you’re cool, and… at least I do!”

I’m grateful for her words, but my face isn’t worth praising. In my old world, from middle school, people said my eyes were scary, my features too sharp, like a statue, or that no one could tell what I was thinking. I stopped looking in mirrors around then.

“Hmm, if you asked around, you’d see what people think of you. Especially girls… I doubt anyone would say anything bad.”

“I’d hate if you got too popular, though,” she laughs. I accept her kindness but leave it at that. Whether I’m popular isn’t worth discussing.

Parting with Yuki at the school gate, I enter the building. Looking around, I notice how attractive the students here are, highlighting my differences. But in this world, women want to connect with me, so I should savor that happiness.

In the classroom, Asagi-san’s talking with other girls, so I head to my seat without saying anything. I’m not close to them, so joining their circle feels wrong.

I think Asagi-san glances at me, but she returns to her conversation. I’m curious what she and Yuki talked about yesterday, but now’s not the time to ask.

Classes proceed as usual, time passing quickly. The last period, fifth, is math, with the teacher explaining probability problems.

“…So, the probability of drawing a red or white ball is…”

While the teacher explains at the blackboard, I notice something. Asagi-san, in front of me, seems to be falling asleep.

Her textbook’s open, but her head bobs up and down. The teacher hasn’t noticed, but I can faintly hear what sounds like her sleeping breaths.

Worried she’ll get in trouble, I consider waking her. It might be overstepping, but I don’t want to see her scolded. I tap her shoulder lightly with my retracted mechanical pencil, but nothing changes.

Touching her directly feels like a huge barrier. Instead, I poke her shoulder and back a bit harder with the pencil, still retracted.

No response. So, I impulsively poke her side. I must’ve been too desperate to wake her.

When I poke near her right underarm, she finally reacts, letting out a “Hyah!” and snapping awake.

Oh no, I think. Too late for regrets—everyone’s eyes turn to Asagi-san.

“…Ugh… so embarrassing… I wanna disappear…”

After class, Asagi-san’s like this the whole time. I apologize profusely for my reckless way of waking her.

“No, you’re not wrong, Sato-kun… It’s my fault for making that weird noise.”

I thought she’d be mad, but she holds it back. She’d be justified demanding an apology—embarrassed because a guy like me woke her.

But her thoughts shift to her academics. Struggling with class makes her down.

“I’m just bad at math… I can’t follow, so I get sleepy in class. I need to do something about this unit, but I also want to go to basketball club today…”

To her worry, I suggest, “…M-maybe try studying for thirty minutes a day…?” It’s a generic idea, just to keep the conversation going.

She says she tries that but ends up switching to other subjects. Lately, she doesn’t even want to look at her math textbook, a pretty serious issue.

“Hmm, oh, then!”

She suddenly perks up, as if struck by an idea. Saying, “Alright, decided!” she leans close to my ear, speaking softly.

“Sato-kun, if you’re free after school tomorrow… could you keep that promise to teach me math? I’m skipping basketball to study…”

Though we talked about it yesterday, I didn’t think it’d happen. I assumed she’d ask another girl. A beautiful girl like her relying on a creepy guy like me feels like a joke.

“…I-it’s fine… I don’t have plans tomorrow after school…”

Besides the literature club, I have no plans except walking home with Yuki, so I’m free. Hearing this, Asagi-san makes the promise, relieved.

“Th-thanks… then, tomorrow after school… at my house, okay?”

Still whispering, she stands and leaves the classroom, probably for basketball club.

“…W-what, that…?”

Did I mishear? “My house” means her house, so I’d go there. It must be a joke, but she left without correcting herself.

Why suggest her house instead of class or the library, then leave? With no one to ask, my small turmoil lingers.

Swirling with emotions, I text Yuki. I don’t feel like going to the literature club, so I decide to head home and think. She says she’ll come in about thirty minutes, so I wait at the gate. Unlike before, I don’t focus on the athletic girls running by.

Meeting Yuki, we walk home, but she asks, “By the way, did you talk to Asagi-san today?”

Her question stops me in my tracks.

“From that reaction, sounds like something happened… I’m curious.”

With her mischievous expression, I give in and recount the last interaction. She looks impressed.

“…Wow, Asagi-san’s amazing.”

Muttering this, she tells me not to refuse the invitation and that she’ll talk to Mother, so it’s fine. I wouldn’t refuse, but her specifying her house is the issue.

“Hmm,” she says cutely, pondering, then shares her opinion.

“If Asagi-san said her house, it’s not a joke, right? If you’re okay with it, you should go… and if anything bad happens, Mother and I won’t stay quiet.”

Her eyes are intense. I think it’s unlikely I’d face a crime at Asagi-san’s house, but Yuki’s dead serious.

“We didn’t talk much, but I think Asagi-san’s trustworthy. Of course, it’s up to you, Shun-nii.”

She ends the topic. Going to a girl’s house is terrifying, and I don’t know how to handle it. Yet, Yuki concludes it’s fine if I’m okay with it.

At dinner, Mother asks, “Shun-kun, will you be home before I am tomorrow?” nearly making me choke. Yuki must’ve already told her.

Mother said to get along with people, but I wish she wouldn’t throw me into such a situation. In my old world, this would be stopped, but the sense here is different.

I thought I understood this world’s gender dynamics differed from mine. But I assumed it didn’t involve me, that women’s assertiveness was distant. Yet, school life shows girls’ proactivity, and I’m noticing the gender ratio’s impact. Still, being invited to a girl’s house after two weeks, with my family’s approval, is beyond imagination.

There’s no backing out now. I resolve to go to Asagi-san’s house, but only to teach math—nothing more. Anything beyond is a realm I can’t step into.

The next day, I’m nervous from morning, eating slowly. Yukari-san worries, “A-are you okay?” but I barely taste the delicious breakfast.

Yuki, concerned, says, “See you tonight!” Emotions swirling, I head to school. At my desk, Asagi-san turns from the front seat, whispering.

“…After school today, it’s a promise, okay?”

I should confirm if her house is really the plan, but she turns back quickly, and I lack the courage to ask. Distracted by this, I go through the day.

I absorb only half the lessons, and after school arrives. Asagi-san turns, standing, and whispers softly.

“Let’s go quick, okay…?”

Her slight blush heightens my nerves. The idea of going to a beautiful classmate’s house drowns out the classroom noise, pounding my heart.

On the way, Asagi-san complains that math basics are hard, making daily homework tough. I nod along, but her words barely register.

Doesn’t she feel hesitant letting me into her house? If I were handsome, maybe, but I’m below average. Isn’t she bothered?

She just wants study help, nothing more. Recent erotic events make me misunderstand, but I’m not someone who can hope for anything.

Still, entering her house makes me nervous, and the reality hits. Wondering if I should greet her parents, I look around, but she says.

“My mom’s always late from work… so it’s just us right now.”

She probably said it because I seemed to be looking for someone to greet. There’s no other intent, but it makes my heart jump—typical guy reaction.

I try to stay calm, mentally chanting the Heart Sutra, following her to the second floor. Her room, like mine, has a desk, bed, and bookshelf, fairly spacious.

Still, there’s a faint floral or feminine scent, making it feel surreal. Even so, she shuts the door with a bang and urges me inside.

We spread textbooks and notes on a small table in the center. My heart’s pounding, the Heart Sutra useless, but I try to calm myself with probability problems.

For about an hour, I teach her probability basics. Explaining what I understand is hard.

Her nice scent and soft touch when our arms brush—dealing with a beautiful classmate—make focusing tough, but she seems to grasp the basics and formulas.

“I feel kinda smarter!” she says happily. With the basics down, she solves homework smoothly.

“…T-today, thanks, Sato-kun… I might manage this unit now.”

Calmer after finishing, she speaks. I’d ignored it, but I’m in her room, with her bed nearby, sparking weird fantasies.

Shaking them off, I reply.

“I-it’s no problem… if you don’t get something, I can teach you at school or anywhere…”

Despite my presumptuous words, she looks at me and says, “…Yeah, thanks.” Her sparkling eyes make me nervous, maybe creating an odd atmosphere.

“Oh, um, since we’re here… maybe teach me other subjects, too?”

Breaking the awkward air, she reaches for another textbook from her desk shelf. Meanwhile, I look around. I know it’s rude.

While observing her room, I notice something—a string sticking out from under a cushion nearby.

I shouldn’t touch a girl’s things, but after finishing the intense task of teaching, my guard’s down.

Curious, I reach for the pink string. Pulling it from under the cushion, I see it.

An oval part on one side, a controller on the other, battery-powered. It’s a pink rotor.

Realizing this, I decide to hide it immediately. I know it’s something I shouldn’t see.

But Asagi-san, textbook in hand, turns and sees the object in my right hand.

“…! Ah, u-um!”

Her face goes blank, her mouth and eyes opening and closing. Her voice leaks out repeatedly.

My mind short-circuits. If the roles were reversed, it’d be like a girl finding my onahole. This is the worst situation for both of us.

Will she hit me? Unable to speak, I wait as she starts talking weakly.

“…S-sorry… I-I must’ve forgotten to put it away… haha…”

Her forced laugh shows her face stiff with embarrassment.

“It’s not like I bought it… a friend gave it to me, so, um…”

Flustered, she spills unnecessary details. I should stop her, but I fear saying the wrong thing, so I just wait.

“And… s-sorry!”

Yelling, she starts crying. Seeing her private toy must’ve been awful for her. A guy she doesn’t like seeing something she uses—it’s natural she’s upset.

But she shouldn’t apologize. I’m the one who pulled it from under the cushion. I made her cry.

“N-no, I’m the one who should apologize! I-I messed with the cushion and found it, so it’s all my fault… please don’t apologize…!”

I manage to say this, but she doesn’t stop crying.

“B-but… you saw that I use something like that… you must despise me… think I’m gross…”

Flustered, I’m also confused. It makes sense if she thinks I’m gross, but the reverse? I wouldn’t despise her for knowing she uses it—I’d be aroused.

“I heard boys hate girls with strong sex drives… so I tried not to show that side in front of you, but…!”

I can’t keep up with her words. I can’t believe she’s talking about her sex drive to me.

It’s not a prank, but I have no solution. I search for the right words with little information.

I conclude I must tell her her assumptions differ from my thoughts. She shouldn’t cry or feel sad because of me.

“U-um, I don’t know about other guys, but… I don’t despise you at all, and, um, I think it’s totally fine if a girl has a strong sex drive…!”

With my mind short-circuiting, I don’t know if my words are right. But I had to say something to stop her tears.

Hearing me, she lifts her lowered face, looking at me.