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

Chapter 41: Love Hotel, A Place to Confess Feelings ☆

“Um… why…?”

Why would a love hotel be the place for the three of us to talk? I can’t comprehend it, but Asagi-san explains slowly.

“Of course, if you don’t want to, Shun-kun, we can go somewhere else. But I thought this would be good. Maki asked if you look at her with naughty eyes, so I figured a place where we could talk deeply and prove it… would be a love hotel.”

It sounds far-fetched but logical, and her sincerity comes through. Still, I’m anxious about whether this is okay for Yamamoto-san.

But Asagi-san has considered that too.

“So, I suggested it to Maki, and at first, she was like, ‘No way!’… but in the end, she agreed. I’m really sorry for not telling you first, Shun-kun. Maki’s my dear friend, so just this once, I hope you’ll indulge my selfishness.”

Asagi-san has a reason to resolve this while thinking of Yamamoto-san. I have no reason to refuse her proposal.

“…Yeah, I’ll talk properly with Yamamoto-san.”

“Good… I’m really sorry, I keep relying on you, Shun-kun. I should’ve talked about this in person.”

To Asagi-san, who even worries unnecessarily, I say, “No way!” and ask something that’s bothering me.

“Sorry, Asagi-san, one thing… are you okay with this…?”

Depending on my response, might I hurt her? If I don’t reject Yamamoto-san, what feelings will I stir in Asagi-san? My anxieties pile up.

“I’m fine! Like I’ve said, I’m happy just being with you, Shun-kun. As long as you accept me, I want to be yours forever, ehehe!”

Her words sweep away my negative thoughts, their sweetness melting my heart.

“Especially if it’s with Maki, I couldn’t be happier. Gathering with people I love, always together. Of course, you decide, Shun-kun… but I hope you’ll cherish Maki, in whatever way.”

Chewing on her words, I thank her repeatedly over the phone. She replies, “Shun-kun, don’t apologize!” but it’d be absurd for me to act arrogantly now.

After a short talk, with “Thanks, Shun-kun!” we end the call. What’s certain is that our promise with Asagi-san, Yamamoto-san, and me will be fulfilled on Saturday.

That day, I’ll need to respond to Yamamoto-san first.

I can’t say I like her body. But if I say I like her romantically, she might reject me—probably will. A cute, well-built girl like her liking me? I want to tell myself not to be conceited.

Amid swirling emotions, I wonder what I truly feel about her. Surprisingly, the answer comes easily.

I want to get closer, spend time together, hold her and sleep. Together, that’s love, I think. Can I express that to her? Do I have the courage? If she rejects me, it’s over.

I climb into bed, my thoughts racing. But they hinge on what she says—pathetic, dependent thinking.

My thoughts don’t settle, and Saturday morning arrives. I only greeted Yamamoto-san yesterday, so it’s been three days since we talked properly. Discussing this in a love hotel feels like an impossibly high hurdle.

I told Mom and Yuki about today. I meant to hide the love hotel, but Yuki pressed me, and guilt made me confess. When I said, “…Sorry,” she giggled and lightly kissed my cheek.

This morning, after breakfast, Yuki rubs her cute face against me on the sofa, sniffing, sunsun. I shouldn’t smell good—her scent is what’s overwhelming me.

“Yuki… it’s nice, but… embarrassing…”

Mom in the kitchen probably can’t see us. I doubt she’d scold, but I’m purely dying of embarrassment.

“…No. But I’ll stop if you say you love me.”

With a devilish air, Yuki clings closer. Her budding yet soft chest and dazzling thighs exude a girl’s overwhelming softness. If I stay silent, my rationality might melt.

That can’t happen, so I whisper, just for her.

“Yuki… I-I love you…”

Satisfied, her breath tickles my ear.

“Ehehe, I love you too!”

She pulls away reluctantly. Even as her affection, this exchange could melt my rationality.

When I leave, she smiles, “See you, Shun-nii!” toning down the sweetness, showing her sisterly side. Mom, smiling, says, “…Be careful, okay?”

Mom likely heard my destination from Yuki. Yet both send me off. Being seen off by family for a love hotel feels unique to this world—or maybe this house. I can’t tell yet.

Ten minutes early, Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san are already at the station gate. Asagi-san waves when our eyes meet.

“Hey, Sato-kun! Over here!”

Asagi-san wears a light shirt, cut-off top, and short hot pants. I dressed lightly as told, but her beautiful, stylish figure is poison to my eyes, stirring lust.

“S-Sorry for making you wait…”

“It’s fine! We just got here early.”

During our exchange, I notice Yamamoto-san glancing at me. She’s also dressed lighter, in a simple striped shirt and long skirt.

“Um, Sato-kun… m-morning…”

Greeting me like we’re strangers, she bows deeply.

“…Sorry, I’ve been avoiding you these past few days… It might’ve been humiliating for someone like me to do that…”

I don’t want her to feel inferior. I manage, “I-It’s fine… I didn’t mind at all…” but I struggle to continue.

Asagi-san jumps in with a bright voice.

“Fufu, you two, let’s save the details for later and eat first.”

She leads us to a likely chain diner near the station. It’s not crowded before noon, and Asagi-san actively keeps the conversation going, easing my tension slightly.

Still, the tension doesn’t vanish. Eating with two girls and heading to a love hotel is natural for a cool guy, but I’m just a gloomy nerd.

Yamamoto-san joins the talk but seems distracted. I can barely meet her eyes. The food was probably delicious, but I forget the taste by the time we leave.

“Okay, let’s catch the train? I booked for 1 p.m., so it’s perfect timing.”

“Booked” hits me with the reality. Not in a bad way, but I wonder how it came to this.

I thought I’d gotten used to this world, understanding the curious looks from women on the train. But a second love hotel visit, with two beautiful girls, feels unreal.

What if there’s a catch? What if Yamamoto-san rejects me? I can’t imagine my reaction.

Still, there’s little time to dwell, as the train nears our station.

We reach the building, entering as Asagi-san confidently leads, with Yamamoto-san and me following.

“So, Sato-kun, have you been to a place like this…?”

Yamamoto-san, quiet until now, asks. It’s embarrassing, but I can’t lie in this situation.

“…Yeah, before, with S-Sasai-san…”

“…I-I see…” she murmurs, looking down, her face red. I can’t read her intent. Asagi-san finishes check-in, and we take the elevator and hallway.

Even Asagi-san grows quiet, creating an awkward air. She stops at the room, checks the number, and I clench my fist from tension.

“This is it! It’s free time, so we can stay until night.”

Her words, making me more nervous, lead us inside. My memory of last time is vague, but the bed seems bigger.

“…So, Maki? You have something to say, right?”

As we set down our bags, Asagi-san prompts her. The sudden dive into the topic straightens my back, and Yamamoto-san’s expression hardens.

“Y-Yes! Um, Sato-kun… I…”

Hesitating, she glances at Asagi-san, who says, “Come on, Maki, you have to say it yourself,” watching us.

After a brief silence, resolving herself, Yamamoto-san locks eyes with me. Her soft, feminine gaze pierces me, accelerating my heartbeat.

“…I-I… I really want you to look at me with naughty eyes… that’s my true feelings…!”

I struggle to process her blunt words, but she continues.

“…But it’s not just that. I think I was jealous of Asagi… She’s been so happy, sparkling, and it’s because she’s your girlfriend, Sato-kun. Yet you’re still kind to me…”

She pauses, then continues.

“Being with me must be boring… but you treat me as a friend. I couldn’t hold back anymore… I’m not stylish, my face is plain, not cute… but you wanted me… you’re like a prince to me…”

Carefully choosing her words, she speaks, looking at me.

“…I know it’s gross for me to say this… but please, let me say it…”

“…I love you, Sato-kun…! So… um…”

Her gaze shifts to a shy, upward glance, then trails off, embarrassed.

She said she loves me. I can’t believe it, but I don’t want to dismiss her feelings.

I muster courage to respond.

“…I-I love you too, Yamamoto-san… I’d be happy if you’d be my girlfriend… um…”

My voice probably trembles. With Asagi-san, my girlfriend, beside me, wanting another is scummy by normal standards.

But she loves someone like me. That gave me a tiny bit of courage.

“Fue… g-girlfriend? I-I’d be happy just being held once more…”

Her clear surprise makes me wonder if I overstepped. But she said she loves me.

Confused, I start thinking, but Asagi-san chimes in, “…Maki? Sato-kun’s saying that for you.”

Yamamoto-san replies hurriedly, “N-No, it’s not that I don’t want it! But girlfriend is too much… I thought being held once more was enough… you saying you love me, I’m all mixed up…”

She’s visibly confused. A charming girl like her shouldn’t be thrown off by me.

So I resolve, choosing strong words.

“…Y-Yamamoto-san, it might be selfish of me… but I want you to be my girlfriend. It might be gross or off-putting, but not just once—I want to be with a girl like you, over and over…”

At that, she stops me, face red, shouting, “S-Stop!” I worry it’s harassment, but she doesn’t seem angry.

“…Sato-kun, really…? I’m not cute, just a plain, ordinary girl…”

Her not being cute? Impossible. She’s different from Asagi-san or Yukari-san, but her voluptuous, erotic figure makes her a stunning beauty, normally out of my reach.

“…I think you’re cute, Yamamoto-san…!”

Maybe adrenaline helps, but I speak without stuttering much. She looks at me, eyes downcast but attentive.

“…Auu… r-really… you’ll be my boyfriend…?”

When I reply, “…Y-Yes!” tears spill from her eyes. Flustered by the unexpected reaction, I sense they’re not from sadness.

“…Fugu… I’m so happy… me, your girlfriend…”

Asagi-san rubs her back, saying, “…You did great,” guarding her friend until she stops crying.

Once Yamamoto-san calms down, Asagi-san drops a bombshell.

“…So, back to the first question… Sato-kun, you can look at Maki with naughty eyes, right?”

Smiling slightly, she asks. Having told Yamamoto-san everything, I nod, baring my true feelings.

“Y-Yeah… I want to… do naughty things too.”

Yamamoto-san looks down, murmuring, “Auu… I-I can’t believe this…” but glances at Asagi-san.

“I-I want to do it with you too, Sato-kun… but I feel bad for Asagi…”