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

Chapter 17: The Beautiful Girl Doesn’t Stop ☆

Asagi-san stares at me, questioning the truth of my words. She wants to know if I’m lying or speaking from the heart.

I know women’s sex drives are increasing while men’s are weakening, and men often dislike sexual acts. But I thought it didn’t concern me, someone who could never be popular. My own sex drive hasn’t changed—actually, the amount of semen during masturbation has increased.

It must be true that women’s sex drives are growing. Otherwise, a beautiful girl like Asagi-san talking about sex with a guy like me wouldn’t happen.

“Uh, um…”

My face burns as I search for words. Saying something weird might make her cry again, and that terrifies me.

“W-well… I think everyone has a sex drive, and how they handle it is… their choice… And, I mean, my own aside… there’s no way I’d think yours is gross, Asagi-san…”

Even I think I’m saying creepy things. Talking about masturbation to Asagi-san is obviously harassment.

But she doesn’t get angry. Looking surprised, she asks cautiously.

“Sato-kun? When you said ‘my own,’ does that mean… you’re talking about your… masturbation?”

I didn’t expect her to zero in on that. But my words did imply, “My masturbation is one thing, but yours is fine.”

That’s awful and gross. My masturbation is just useless, dirty information clogging her mind. I’ve messed up again.

I brace for her to pull away or scold me.

“Sato-kun, do you… like, masturbate…?”

Her words aren’t what I expected, and I can’t fathom why she’s asking.

Is she interested in my masturbation? While I wonder, blood rushes to my groin. Despite knowing I shouldn’t get hard, my dick stiffens in my pants, reaching full erection.

And it’s noticeable, even sitting, through my pants.

“…Ah.”

Her gaze clearly lands on my lower abdomen. She’s caught my erection perfectly.

With Yukari-san, things turned erotic, but I don’t know what’ll happen now. Asagi-san stammers, “S-Sato-kun, uh, um,” opening and closing her mouth.

I have no idea what to do. She looks at my face and asks slowly.

“Is this… because you’re excited?”

I lack the courage to answer. My mind’s racing with images of Asagi-san masturbating, causing this erection.

Expecting a punch, I’m hit with more unexpected questions.

“Maybe… it’s because of me… or something?”

Her face mixes anxiety and embarrassment. If I lied now, could I escape?

But after finding her pink rotor, talking about masturbation, and getting caught with an erection, saying, “It’s not about you,” wouldn’t be convincing.

Lying might make her dislike me, which is likely. But hiding things from someone who’s been so open with me feels like betraying her.

Giving up, I let my short-circuited mind go and follow my instincts. It’s the end of my failed communication.

“…Y-yes, um, when you started talking about masturbation, I… imagined you doing it… and this happened…”

“Sorry,” I say, bowing my head. I can’t complain if she scolds me. My reckless actions caused this. If she cuts ties, I’ll have to accept it.

But things take an entirely unexpected turn.

“…S-saying that, I… I can’t…”

Muttering, head lowered, she suddenly looks up, eyes wide, stands, and comes to me.

She grabs my hand, forcing me to stand. I’m bigger, but she’s athletic, and I’m not, so her strength overpowers me.

Pulling my arm, she leads me to the bed in the corner and lays me down. It’s not painful, just firm.

“…Sato-kun, when you say that, I… I can’t hold back…!”

Muttering in a low voice, she climbs onto the bed, straddling me.

Her body presses against my thighs, her bare legs from under her skirt against my slacks. Her eyes, slightly bloodshot, look down at me.

Her gaze starts on my face but shifts to my upper body.

“Sorry, but… I…”

Her heavy breathing fills the air. Am I being assaulted? Sexually, from the conversation’s flow. My careless words might’ve triggered her sex drive.

If so, I feel I should let her do what she wants. If she calms down, she might reject me as “not worth it.” If not, she can use me to satisfy her desires.

Even without affection, getting erotic with Asagi-san thrills and excites me.

But I don’t want her to regret this when her desire fades. If it goes too far, I should stop her.

I feel creepy for being calm, but I don’t think she’s joking.

She removes my blazer, then my dress shirt. Her slightly rough touch excites me, and I’m oddly moved that she wants my body, even if it’s fleeting.

When I’m down to my T-shirt, she leans forward, sniffing my upper body.

I haven’t showered, so I doubt I smell good, but her breathing grows heavier, rubbing her cheek against my T-shirt.

Her hands move to pull off my T-shirt. I don’t resist, raising my arms to help while lying down. My upper body is fully exposed to her gaze.

My body’s nothing special—not fat, but no muscles, just average. I worry she’ll be disappointed.

“Sato-kun’s… body… a boy’s body…”

But she mutters like in a trance, rubbing her face against my chest, sniffing directly. Like an AV scene, my erection grows stronger.

Feeling hot, she removes her blazer, leaning closer. My dick, through my pants, touches her body through her blouse, feeling the sensation.

“I… directly…!”

Yelling, she unbuttons her blouse. Before I can process, she discards it, left in just her bra.

I’ve seen her bra through her shirt at school, but seeing it directly is a first. Her pink, frilly bra, wrapping her small but soft-looking breasts, stirs my lust.

Savoring my upper body, she moves her head upward, breathing hotly on my neck. “Sato-kun’s… smell…” she mutters repeatedly, almost scarily.

“Ha, Sato-kun, sorry… so close, Sato-kun’s…”

Reaching my face, she stares into my eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes burning with desire.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and back, hugging me while lying down. The feel of her through her bra and her feminine scent make my groin ready to explode, but I must endure.

I want to wait for her desire to subside without acting. It might sound like torture, but I believe it’s right.

She hugs me tightly without speaking. I can only accept it, nothing else.

After a while, her body’s heat seems to lessen. Though I can’t see her face while she hugs me, her grip loosens slightly.

Thinking she’s calming down, she pulls away. Her expression, now visible, shows desire gone, replaced by fear.

She’s back to normal, I think, wondering how she feels. Losing control to her desire and getting intimate with me—what does she think?

If she regrets it, I should dress and leave quickly to avoid hurting her further.

“Sorry… sorry…”

Sitting on the bed, she starts sobbing again, like a child who broke a new toy, her emotions spilling out.

“I… couldn’t hold back… I was selfish with you… why…?”

Head down, she repeats apologies. Bowing deeply, she starts apologizing slowly.

“Sorry… you probably don’t want to deal with me anymore, so… you don’t have to talk to me, just treat me like I’m not there…”

“I’m really sorry.” She almost prostrates herself.

“…D-don’t apologize…!”

I think it’s the loudest I’ve yelled in this world. She trembles but looks at me.

She unleashed her desire on me yet apologizes. That’s absurd to me, and losing her friendship is unthinkable.

“Um, I… I’m happy you wanted me… I was a bit surprised, but… I’m not against doing that with you, Asagi-san…”

So, I beg her not to apologize. It’s not my place to say, but it’s all I can think of—my true feelings.

“…Why…? I did something awful, but you forgive me… that’s too convenient…”

Looking up, she asks. There’s only one answer.

“I don’t think it’s awful… because I… want to be close with you, Asagi-san…!”

Hearing this, she tearfully repeats, “Thank you… sorry…” I, uncharacteristically, touch her head, stroking her hair to comfort her.

When she seems calmer, I stop. Acting like a lover might annoy her now, I think.

She starts talking, no longer teary, her big, reddened eyes on me.

“…Sato-kun, thank you for forgiving me… But what I did feels like something you could report to the police… Ending without punishment doesn’t sit right with me…”

Before I can say she shouldn’t feel that way, she continues.

“If you say my apology isn’t needed, that’s fine, but… I can pay you as much as I can, so…”

She wants to make amends somehow, but I don’t want anything. A bad person might demand sex or a relationship.

Asagi-san’s attractive, but saying that now would be inappropriate. I’m not qualified, nor do I intend to.

But I recall the warmth of her hug, something I couldn’t feel before, something I rejected.

Bracing for rejection but hoping she might accept it as amends, I make a request.

“Then… um, could you hug me again… as your apology? I-I know it’s weird, and it’s okay if you say no…”

I expect criticism. Feeling creepy for suggesting it, I look away, waiting for her answer.

“Uh… Sato-kun… are you serious…?”

Her incredulous expression makes me realize I got carried away.

“Ah, s-sorry, I shouldn’t have said that… I got ahead of myself…”

It was stupid, I think, apologizing, but she shakes her head, denying it.

“No, no! It’s not that… it’s like, that wouldn’t be an apology, it’d be a reward for me… huh…?”

Even in a world of reversed sex drives, is this exchange possible? Is she still confused? I don’t know, but I push forward desperately.

“…I-if you do that, it’d be enough apology for me… so you can move on and talk to me at school like normal…”

I know I’m making excuses just to hug her again, taking advantage of her vulnerability—a despicable guy.

But I can’t back down. Suppressing my creepiness, I watch her.

“If that’s okay with you, Sato-kun, I’m… totally fine with it…”

Hesitantly, she approaches. She seems to be checking if it’s really okay.

I want her to feel better, not just satisfy my desire. I need to act in a way that makes her happy.

Our distance closes, and she buries her face in my chest. Her arms wrap around my back, and our second hug, now consensual, happens after fifteen minutes.