A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 26: A Shopping Stroll with Beauties on Both Sides

Chapter 26: A Shopping Stroll with Beauties on Both Sides

It’s Saturday afternoon, and with the station area bustling, I can walk alone without issue. Even in this world with skewed gender ratios, Mom told me there’s no need to worry at this time.

Still, I feel women passing by glance at me. It helps that their looks don’t seem to see me as filth—probably just curiosity about a guy walking alone.

I’m getting slightly used to it, but my bigger worry is the promise. What if they don’t show up? What if it’s a prank? Those fears creep in now.

Arriving at the station gate ten minutes early, neither of them is here, amplifying my anxiety. Am I being tricked? I pace aimlessly, looking around nervously.

Am I being stared at oddly? Anxiety breeds more anxiety, and I’m sinking into self-loathing when a lively voice calls me.

“Hey, Sato-kun! Sorry for making you wait!”

Asagi-san runs toward me, relieving me slightly. Behind her is Yamamoto-san, easing my first fear.

“M-morning, both of you!”

Asagi-san smiles brightly, and Yamamoto-san says softly, “M-morning… good to see you…” It’s our first time meeting on a day off, but they’re undeniably stunning.

Asagi-san wears a cut-off top with a denim jacket and light pink wide pants. Even to fashion-blind me, her style screams trendy, cute girl—adorable.

But my gaze drifts to her slightly pronounced chest, proof of my lustful nature, despite knowing this isn’t the place.

“Hey, Sato-kun, what do you think? Does it suit me?”

Asagi-san asks brightly. I nod, scrambling for appropriate words.

“It’s really… cute, I think…”

It’s a bland comment, not something she’d be thrilled to hear, but she gives a charming “Ehehe” smile.

It feels date-like, making me giddy, but I rein myself in. I can’t assume I’m on a date with girls.

“U-um…”

Her voice startles me. Should I compliment Yamamoto-san too? Looking at her, she’s equally beautiful. A flowy white blouse under a beige cardigan, paired with a long flare skirt—a simple, fitting look.

It suits her perfectly, but my eyes fixate on her large chest, more prominent than in her uniform, overwhelming and erotic.

This isn’t the time for lust. I force my gaze to her face.

“…It really suits you, Yamamoto-san, looks great…”

She blushes, “U-uh, th-thank you…” and bows, her chest jiggling. I try not to look.

I realize I should focus on her face when talking, lest I indulge in bad fantasies—a stupid reason.

“Fufu… alright, let’s go!”

Asagi-san acts cheerfully, not seeming offended, which reassures me. But I must avoid seeming creepy, a difficult task.

A two-station, ten-minute train ride takes us to our destination. We enter a massive shopping mall by the gate.

“I haven’t come here much lately, so I thought it’d be fun with everyone.”

Asagi-san leads, with Yamamoto-san and me following. I’ve avoided lively places, and this mall, big as a golf course, intimidates me to navigate alone.

Asagi-san chooses a trendy clothing store. The customers are vibrant, the mannequins’ outfits stylish even to me.

“Look, this shop! It has cute clothes that aren’t too pricey, so I come sometimes.”

She enters confidently, Yamamoto-san following. I worry if it’s okay for me to enter but can’t back out, cautiously staying close.

“Hey, doesn’t this suit Maki?”

“Th-this cute stuff is too much for me…”

“Maybe, but I think it’d look good.”

I can only watch their exchange. Accompanying girls shopping feels luxurious, but I feel out of place.

Was I needed? Doubts creep in, but Asagi-san turns to me, perhaps noticing.

“…Hey, Sato-kun. Don’t you think this dress would suit Maki?”

Her question feels too big for me. Her lively tone isn’t mocking, but the sudden choice freezes my thoughts.

Even calmly, it’s a killer pass, and I have no right answer. Stammering “Uh, um,” I finally look at the dress.

A white dress with slight frills and floral patterns, very cute. I understand Yamamoto-san’s hesitation, but I can imagine her looking good in it.

“…I think it’d suit you… it’d feel fresh on you, Yamamoto-san…”

She says, “Eh, ah,” turning away. Did I mess up? Was it wrong to say? Cold sweat runs down my back.

“R-really…? U-uh… then…”

But she holds the dress, not putting it back as I feared. Maybe she liked it?

Meanwhile, Asagi-san, after a thoughtful pause, looks at me.

“…Hey, Sato-kun. I don’t usually wear dresses, but I’m thinking of getting one…”

Another challenge begins. I’m not the one to choose clothes for beauties like them, so why am I in this spot?

Should I just agree? But as if reading me, she cuts off that thought.

“…So, I want to know what color would suit me… from your opinion, okay?”

What’s she asking? I don’t know these dynamics, but I can only be honest.

From the dress section, I pick one.

“…This light blue dress… I can picture you in it most, I think… just my opinion…”

The bright color on the hanger matches her vibrant, dazzling energy, I thought selfishly.

Feeling out of character, I’m anxious, but Asagi-san takes the dress, checks it, and glances at the price tag before turning.

“…Thanks. I’ll try it on!”

Yamamoto-san follows, saying, “Th-then me too!” with her dress. I’m glad they kept them, but I can’t follow, so I wait nearby.

After a bit, they emerge from the fitting room and head to the register.

I thought they’d suit them, but do girls buy so quickly? Should they trust my tasteless opinion? Doubts swirl as they finish paying.

“Sorry for the wait, Sato-kun. Let’s go?”

What are they thinking? I can’t keep up but walk with a cheerful Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san, who glances at her bag.

“Getting hungry, wanna eat?”

Asagi-san leads us to the food court. It’s moderately busy, past peak, so we secure seats easily.

Asagi-san picks bibimbap, Yamamoto-san ochazuke, I choose ramen. Unsure what to pick, I go safe. Casual chatter starts at the table.

“Hey, Maki, you usually eat heavier stuff. Ochazuke’s rare, huh?”

“I-I’m thinking I should lose some weight… ugh…”

“No way, you’re fine as is.”

“You say that… your figure’s way better, Asagi…”

How do I listen to this? Isn’t this girl-talk for their own circle? I feel awkward.

Then Yamamoto-san shifts the topic to me.

“B-by the way… you eat ramen, Sato-kun, even as a guy… that’s surprising…”

I thought ramen was a guy thing, but the staff were all women. Another quirk of this world?

“Guys usually eat lighter stuff… like ochazuke, I thought…”

“Y-yeah… I like ochazuke, but I prefer ramen…”

To my vague reply, she murmurs, “I-I see…” After a pause, she scoops salmon ochazuke with a spare spoon and offers it to me.

“W-wanna try a bite…?”

She brings the spoon to my mouth. Should I eat it? Maybe I’m overthinking, but using a spare spoon suggests intent.

Based on past lunch breaks, I take a risk. If I’m wrong, I’ll grovel, but I lean forward and eat from the spoon.

It’s lukewarm but fine. “It’s… delicious,” I say, and her relieved look suggests I chose right.

But why am I allowed such luxury? A busty beauty like Yamamoto-san feeding me feels like a miracle I could die for.

Then, Asagi-san murmurs, “Muu…” scooping her bibimbap.

“…Sato-kun, how’s mine?”

I have to eat hers too. I didn’t see if it’s a different spoon, but in my excited state, I take the risk.

“…Tasty?” “Y-yeah, it’s good.”

In public, two beauties feed me directly—an unthinkable act. Some women glance over, embarrassing me, but the girls seem satisfied, and I’m thrilled.

Still, do I deserve this? Mixing elation and anxiety, I eat my ramen.

We visit various stores after. They show me popular manga at the bookstore, we play co-op games at the arcade, and tour trendy dessert spots, enjoying ourselves.

This is youth, I realize. Hanging out with friends, something I thought impossible, is happening with Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san, likely the class’s top beauties in my old world.

My worry about conversation fades as Asagi-san leads, and both actively listen to my dull talk, which delights me. If they seemed bored, my selfish heart would’ve broken.

I meant to be considerate, but they seem to accommodate me. My patheticness aside, I’m grateful.

“Already this late? Time flew.”

It’s nearing evening, almost night. Mom said to call if late, but we should head back early.

We leave the mall, taking the train to our station. At the gate, I start to wave goodbye when Asagi-san murmurs sadly.

“It’s kinda lonely to part. Wanna hang out more?”

Her sudden words leave me unsure how to respond. Today, Asagi-san feels like she’s testing me.

“B-but… the only place around here is the karaoke by the station…? It’s okay for high schoolers now, but…”

“Hmm… but it’s probably packed on a Saturday…”

Yamamoto-san suggests, Asagi-san ponders. I wonder if they’re planning something or just reluctant to part. It’s me, after all.

Then, Asagi-san looks into the distance, spotting something.

“Ah! Yuki-chan!”

She waves, and there’s my sister in casual clothes, running over. “Shun-nii, Asagi-san! What’re you doing?”

“We were at the mall in the next town… but now we’re back, and I’m feeling reluctant to split. My selfishness, though.”

Yuki nods, “Got it,” shifting her gaze.

“So, this is Yamamoto-san, the one Shun-nii mentioned?”

She greets Yamamoto-san, who, like Asagi-san before, seems nervous.

“Hmm, yeah, most places are crowded now.”

Yuki thinks, then claps her hands with a pon, an idea striking.

“How about… everyone comes to our house?”

What’s she saying? That can’t be fun for them. Or does she want to hang out with them?

But they respond eagerly, “Eh… Sato-kun’s house…?” “R-really…?” as if I’m suspicious of some plot.

“Yup! I’ll check with Mom!”

Yuki calls Mom. I think a sudden visit, with the house unprepared, won’t be allowed.

“…Mom says it’s fine if they stay over!”

My assumptions are easily overturned in this world.

“Fufu, hello, you two. It’ll be lively tonight, huh?”

Mom greets us warmly with a soft smile. Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san are staying over, with their families’ approval and overnight bags.

We have a spare room, and I can sleep in the living room if needed. But the rapid pace leaves my thoughts lagging.

“Nice to meet you, Mother! I’m Asagi Sasai, Sato-kun’s classmate!”

Asagi-san greets Mom nervously.

“Fufu, so you’re Asagi-san.”

Asagi-san freezes. Yuki must’ve told Mom about her, so she knows.

“Shun-kun, sorry, but we need to talk. Can we leave you alone for a bit?”

What could they need to discuss on first meeting? I nod, unable to do otherwise. Mom says it’ll take 30 minutes, so I return to my room.

What are they talking about? My instinct is they’re badmouthing me, but surely not in this situation.

Is it normal in this world to have girls stay over so easily? And without my input, it was decided.

Maybe I should just let them enjoy themselves without me. Then, a knock.

“Shun-nii, they’re done… let’s eat?”

Yuki leads me downstairs. I want to ask what they discussed, but I lack the courage.