A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 28: My Sister’s Feelings, and a New Promise

Chapter 28: My Sister’s Feelings, and a New Promise

Yamamoto-san, dressed again, joins me back in bed. She suggested pulling out a stored blanket to keep us warm.

“Ugh… we shouldn’t do this… but you can’t get cold, Sato-kun… sorry, okay?”

Sharing a blanket feels so blissful, it moves me, and our occasional chats fill my heart. Sometimes we touch, and I feel her poyon, erotic softness, but she doesn’t get mad, just squirms a bit.

I even feel like she’s touching my stomach or leg, an illusion, perhaps.

“…You letting this happen… it’s so thrilling…”

Her murmur reminds me of Asagi-san, startling me. She said something similar, and I realize I’ve been sexually involved with several women.

I’m not popular, yet in this world, I somehow have sexual contact. Maybe because they say they want to be close to me.

But if others learn I’ve done erotic things with multiple people, I don’t know how they’ll react. They might all despise me.

That value shouldn’t have changed, I think, when soft breathing—suu suu—comes from beside me. Yamamoto-san shows an adorable sleeping face: purun lips, long lashes, slight freckles, and soft-looking cheeks. Her pajama-clad breasts move slowly with her breaths.

With both lustful and pure gazes, I want to keep watching her. Despite such indulgent thoughts, past 1 a.m., sleepiness wins, and I drift off.

Sunlight wakes my thoughts. It’s Sunday, no need to rise early, but with the situation, I can’t go back to sleep.

Yamamoto-san sleeps beside me, no sign of waking even without the blanket. Lying on her side, her chest slightly squished, asserting its softness. Its overwhelming presence stirs my desire to touch again.

But an erection in the morning is gross, and getting caught is unthinkable. It’s my usual room, with Yamamoto-san as the only irregularity.

I quietly leave to wash my face downstairs. Heading back up, I run into Yuki, likely coming from my room.

“Fwaa… Shun-nii, morning…”

Yuki, meeting me in the hall, sounds sleepy. Was she up late playing?

“…Yesterday… how was it?”

Her direct question flusters me. I can’t tell the truth and must dodge, but I’m bad at it.

“N-nothing happened… we slept around 1, I think…”

Yuki looks apologetic. Thinking I messed up, she bows slightly.

“…Sorry, Shun-nii. Last night, I was listening… at the door.”

Her flushed admission shakes me. Even if unseen, she might know most of it.

“Ah, um… it’s, uh…” I stammer, and she interjects, “Sorry for doing it,” explaining.

“Last night, Asagi-san and I talked about checking on you. At your door, we heard Maki-san’s cute voice… we didn’t open it, but it sounded like you were touching her…”

I listen silently as she speaks. She doesn’t scold my lie, but I must apologize.

Her story takes a worse turn.

“Then Asagi-san got anxious, wondering if she wasn’t enough. When I asked, she said you touched her too, which shocked me.”

My blood runs cold. Yuki will likely despise me, and Asagi-san must think I’m a sleaze. Even if I didn’t initiate, I’m just a playboy, disgusting. Apologizing won’t help; it’s the fitting end I must accept.

But her words take an unexpected turn.

“Hey, Shun-nii, do you… like girls’ bodies?”

It’s not the question I expected, adding to my shock, but I can’t lie anymore.

“…Yeah, everyone’s so attractive, I couldn’t help wanting to touch… including you, I really want to be close… you can despise or ignore me, I know I’m a gross guy… sorry.”

It’s pathetic, scummy reasoning. I deserve a punch, but I share my truth, waiting for her response, hoping it eases her.

“…You’re really kind, Shun-nii.”

Her relieved tone isn’t accusing or angry.

“Despise or ignore you? No way. You see me as a girl too… how could I be mad?”

Can she forgive me? I look up slightly. I should grovel, but she keeps talking to this vile guy.

“I’m surprised you’re interested in girls’ bodies… but if you’re excited by me, I’m thrilled. Wanting to monopolize you… that’s too greedy, right?”

Monopolizing me is absurd, impossible even if the world flipped, yet she says it seriously.

“I said before, I just want you to look at me a bit. Do what you like, and I think Asagi-san and Maki-san feel the same. We know you’re kind, so don’t worry about us. We want you to be close with lots of people… ehehe.”

She smiles cutely, her kindness piercing my heart.

She feels like an angel, younger but full of compassion, healing me, my heart trembling.

“…Thanks, Yuki.”

I manage to reply, and she nods, satisfied, turning away.

“…Yup! I’ll wake Asagi-san. Mom’s probably making breakfast.”

She heads back cheerfully. Their kindness lets me live here.

I should connect with everyone while facing them properly. This world spoils me, so I must brace for a backlash.

“Oh, Shun-kun, you’re up.”

Mom comes upstairs. As I start to greet her, she asks.

“How’s it going? Getting along with everyone?”

I nod, hoping I’m not hated, though it’s hard to say much.

She laughs, Fufu, tilting her head.

“…Yesterday, I told them to ‘get along with you,’ so I thought something might happen.”

I’m slightly shocked she said that in my absence. My bad assumptions were wrong, but it’s ticklish.

“Looks like it’s not going badly. I’m a bit relieved.”

I don’t always understand Mom, but she’s likely thinking of my good.

“…Thanks always, Mom.”

Clumsily, I express gratitude. She blushes slightly, poking me gently, not painfully.

“Fufu, saying that suddenly makes me shy.”

She seems pleased, telling me to come for breakfast before heading downstairs.

Mom’s Japanese breakfast is praised by Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san. I’m used to it, but it’s as good as Yukari-san’s.

Mom says, “It’s like I gained two daughters, so I got excited.” With so many people, it’s livelier than usual.

Yamamoto-san glances at me but looks away when I meet her eyes. Yuki and Asagi-san seem to enjoy my awkwardness.

After eating, the two prepare to leave. It’s reluctant, but I can’t keep them longer.

“Th-thank you for having us…”

Asagi-san seems reserved with Mom, her usual energy subdued. Mom speaks to both.

“Like I said yesterday, don’t overthink. If you all get along without fighting, I won’t stop anything.”

They listen seriously, like students to a teacher, and the topic involving me feels scarier.

Seeing them off at the entrance, Yuki and I return to our rooms to study, under Mom’s gentle pressure for yesterday’s fun.

Mainly for Yuki, but I join, having slacked on studying here, relying on my old world’s knowledge.

Studying isn’t hard, having escaped reality with it before. Immersed in math and English, evening comes quickly. My study sense is still sharp.

In the living room, Yuki lies on the sofa like a beached fish. Mom says she’s exhausted from studying.

Yuki aims for my high school but struggles academically. With over six months until exams, she has time to improve.

“Gotta try…” she groans. Waiting for her recovery, we eat dinner—a usual but precious routine for me.

The next day, I head to school with Yuki. She says, “It’s always fun together,” but I worry she’ll tire of daily walks with me.

At school, Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san act normal, greeting me and eating lunch on the rooftop, no noticeable change.

“…H-here, Sato-kun… try my tamagoyaki…”

Yamamoto-san, holding out her chopsticks, seems shakier than usual, maybe.

Then, a door rattles open, footsteps approaching. It’s probably the first time someone’s come to the rooftop during our lunch.

“Excuse me.”

It’s the tall, boyish, beautiful senior from the literature club, Shiina-senpai.

“You’re really here… Fufu, sorry to intrude.”

The club president, holding two sheets, speaks to me.

“It’s about club budget explanations. I didn’t know when you’d be at the clubroom, so I brought them. Your classroom said you’re probably here.”

I feel bad for making her walk, surprised classmates know our spot. She turns to Asagi-san.

“Sorry for the sudden visit. I’m Shiina, third-year literature club president. Sorry for interrupting your fun lunch.”

Asagi-san bows hastily.

“Read the sheets, and if you have questions, come to the clubroom. I’ll leave you now.”

Shiina-senpai turns and disappears through the door. Asagi-san murmurs, “Such a mature senior…” in awe.

Yamamoto-san, used to seeing her, agrees, “Yeah… she’s beautiful, stylish, enviable…” Shiina-senpai does feel refined.

“But having a senior like that in the clubroom… hmm.”

Asagi-san seems troubled, but I don’t know why, focusing on my bento.

After school, I prepare to visit the literature club. Asagi-san, from the front seat, speaks.

“S-Sato-kun, um, my club’s off today…”

Her hesitant tone makes my heart race, waiting for her next words.

But a cheerful voice interrupts from the classroom door.

“Hey, Sato-kun, Yamamoto-san!”

It’s the vibrant Asai-senpai from the literature club. With a few classmates watching, she skips in.

“Asai-senpai? What’s up…?”

Yamamoto-san asks, and Asai-senpai smiles.

“Aki-senpai and I made snacks today, so come to the clubroom, okay?”

Her head tilt is pure, cute, and I can’t refuse.

“Thanks… but, um…”

I start to rise, remembering Asagi-san’s interrupted words. She might’ve had something to say, but she reassures me.

“No, I’m fine… go ahead.”

Her tone feels slightly lonely, or maybe I’m imagining it.

Urged by, “Go on, the senior’s waiting,” I can’t ask more. I head to the clubroom with Yamamoto-san.

The seniors’ cookies are delicious, and chatting with Asai-senpai is fun, but guilt over Asagi-san lingers.

At Shiina-senpai’s suggestion, I walk home with Yamamoto-san. What should I say to someone whose breasts I touched? Silence persists.

I’m also thinking of apologizing to Asagi-san, feeling I did wrong.

“Um, Sato-kun… thinking about something?”

My distraction is obvious. I honestly share the after-school incident. Yamamoto-san, seated far, didn’t hear Asagi-san’s words.

“…I don’t think Asagi would be mad… but if you’re worried, maybe say something?”

A girl easing my anxiety didn’t exist in my old world. I mustn’t forget how blessed I am.

“…Then… see you tomorrow.”

Parting with Yamamoto-san, I head home. After dinner and a bath, I message Asagi-san from my room.

Sorry for turning down your invitation today.

If she wasn’t inviting me, I’m an idiot, embarrassed. I couldn’t write anything better, accounting for that risk.

Scared, holding my phone, a notification pings five minutes later.

Don’t worry about it at all! I’m sorry for making you feel bad.

A sorry sticker comes with it. She might be secretly mad, but I can’t read her mind.

Relieved slightly, I decide to apologize again tomorrow. As I set my phone down, another message pops up.

Sato-kun, are you free this Saturday?

Was she planning to invite me? I feel bad, but inviting me feels unthinkable.

No plans so far.

Unsure of her intent, I reply quickly. A minute later, another message arrives.

Wanna hang out in the afternoon?

She’s inviting me again. It’s thrilling, overwhelming, but I fear she’s mistaken her target.

Sure, if I’m okay with you.

Thanks! I’ll let you know the place later!

See you tomorrow!

A thank-you sticker arrives. After the notifications, I set my phone down and lie on my bed.

Messaging a girl still feels unreal. But Asagi-san’s kindness in wanting to hang out again is something to cherish.

She didn’t mention others, but it’s probably with Yamamoto-san, three of us. Just the two of us is unthinkable.

Sighing, I close my eyes, drifting to sleep, grateful for Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san acting like my friends.

The next morning, I walk to school alone. Yuki, on class duty, left early.

I considered joining her, but she rejected it, saying, “I can’t mess up your rhythm for my schedule.”

Walking alone is familiar. In my old world, it was always like this, a bitter memory, but it was normal then.

Now, feeling lonely makes me indulgent. As I think, a familiar voice calls from ahead.

“Hey, Sato-kun! Morning!”

It’s Asagi-san at the corner. “M-morning,” I reply awkwardly, and we walk together.

Walking with such a beauty, especially one I took the virginity of, feels unreal. But I shouldn’t think of erotic things—I need to apologize for yesterday.

“…Asagi-san, I’m really sorry about yesterday. It felt like I turned you down…”

She waves her hands vigorously.

“No, really, don’t worry! I’m glad you accepted my invitation in the end…”

Her voice softens, unusual for her.

“Um, by the way… is Saturday with Yamamoto-san, the three of us?”

I ask, worried about unknown girls making me shy.

Asagi-san says, “Eh,” looking shocked, even freezing briefly. Then, blushing, she meets my eyes.

“Um… I meant just you and me…”

Now I’m the one freezing.