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

Chapter 46: Family is Kind, Selfies are Sweet

Wondering what kind of photo will come, or if it’ll come at all, my mind spins in circles. Still, I reach home, unlock the door, and head to the living room.

Noticing my return, Yuki patters over with patapata footsteps, shouting, “Welcome back, Shun-nii!”

But before I can finish saying, “I-I’m back,” she rubs against me, sniffing kunkun at my body.

“…Hmm, just Shun-nii’s smell. You showered?”

She asks eagerly, likely expecting Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san’s scents.

“…Yeah, I showered before coming back…”

I reply nervously. Yuki looks a bit envious, saying, “I figured—hotels have baths, right?”

Her words pierce my heart. But she seems satisfied, telling me Mom’s waiting with dinner and pulling away.

At dinner, I shovel rice faster than usual.

“Shun-kun… you’re eating a lot today? Were you hungry?”

Mom asks curiously, watching me. But my energy drain from repeated ejaculations makes me hesitate.

Then, Mom laughs, “Fufufu,” smiling at me.

“…Going to a hotel with two girls, I thought you’d be more tired… but you’re livelier than I expected?”

Mom knows about today. Going to a love hotel with two classmates feels ethically questionable. Yet she doesn’t scold me, seeming almost impressed.

“…Mom, you’re not mad?”

I ask, and she replies, “Mad? No way,” explaining her reasoning.

“If spending time with lots of girls makes you brighter, I’m thrilled. It’s a bit lonely, but you still talk to me properly.”

She answers a lingering question. It’s not just indulgence; she prioritizes my happiness.

“…Before, you were too cautious, worried about bad people or crime, lacking leeway. I still want you to be careful, but… Asagi-chan and Maki-chan seem fine.”

“Fufun, if bad bugs come near Shun-nii, I’ll protect him!”

After Mom speaks, Yuki, sitting beside me, declares proudly. Mom smiles, “Fufu, so reliable,” then looks back at me.

“…But one thing. I think you should pay more attention to Yukari-san.”

I stiffen at the sudden mention of our maid’s name.

“She’s been flustered by how open you’ve been lately… Honestly, she looks at you with weird eyes sometimes. You don’t seem to notice, though.”

I understand but can’t agree. I’m more worried she’s caught me eyeing Yukari-san erotically—her words suggest the opposite.

“N-No way that’s true…”

I mumble, and Mom shakes her head slightly.

“No, it’s true. And you’re so kind to her, Shun-kun. I trust her—she’d never force you—but I thought I’d mention it.”

In this world, sexual assault means women targeting men, as I’ve researched and sensed from the atmosphere.

“…Lately, she seems tired from suppressing her desires. So, if you’re okay with it… I’d like you to talk or be physically close with her. Within your comfort, of course.”

It’s my selfish wish, Mom concludes, and Yuki agrees.

“…Shun-nii’s kind but oblivious to those looks… I want you to be a bit careful. Yukari-san’s like a big sister to me… and only you can relieve her strain!”

I’m skeptical, though we’ve done erotic things. My thoughts spiral.

Plus, even if Yukari-san feels that way, there’s a bigger issue.

“B-But… I don’t even know what to do… it’s not that I mind, but…”

Fundamentally, I’m tongue-tied, bad at talking to women. This is tough for me.

Mom prefaces, “Well, my thought is…” before responding.

“Soon, I’ll arrange a chance for you and her to talk alone. I’ll be there at first, but you can listen to her feelings.”

Smiling gently, what is Mom planning? I understand she’s thinking of me and Yukari-san, but I can’t imagine how this will unfold.

After eating more than usual, I quickly bathe and check my phone, wondering if Yamamoto-san sent a message.

I first check the group chat with me, Asagi-san, and Yamamoto-san. This group itself is a first for me.

I was the type with few friends, barely connecting on SNS even in college. So, my current situation feels unreal.

Reflecting, I open the chat. Multiple notifications show Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san talking.

Thinking it’s lively, I scroll to the first message.

There’s one image: Yamamoto-san covering her eyes with her arm, exposing her huge breasts in a selfie.

A stranger wouldn’t know, but I recognize the soft shape and darker nipples instantly. Even as a photo, it’s soft, purun, and pure eroticism. If I found this online, I’d save it.

Hiding her eyes out of embarrassment is a favorite detail. It evokes a shy classmate baring herself to the internet.

But why post here? I check their conversation, starting with Yamamoto-san’s panic.

“Wrong” “Mistake”

< Maki, were you trying to send it to Shun-kun? >

< Pretty bold move. >

“Kill me” “Can’t delete it”

< This app doesn’t let you retract posts. >

< No one’s read it yet, so let’s wait? >

Asagi-san’s last message was three minutes ago. As I enter, Yamamoto-san posts, the notification sound sparking my nerves.

“Sato-kun, sorry, I messed up”

Her panic is vivid. Before I can reply, Asagi-san follows up.

< You meant to send it just to Shun-kun, right? > < You wanted him to see it. >

“Yeah… sorry for jumping ahead”

< It’s totally fine! > < Oh, I’ll step out for a bit. >

Asagi-san exits the chat. Wondering why, Yamamoto-san messages.

“Sato-kun, um, my photo… it’s not weird?”

I hesitate but decide to share my honest thoughts.

‘It’s not weird. It looks soft, really erotic.’

A blatant, harassing comment, but unavoidable. I conveniently think she wants this.

“…Will you use that photo as material?”

Her direct question hits. Lying would sadden her, so I justify myself, typing, ‘Yeah.’

Her reply comes soon.

“Happy”

The short words make my heart jump. Getting an erotic photo from a lover, allowed as material—can I experience such convenience?

As I agonize, Asagi-san re-enters.

< Took one from the same angle! >

With casual words, she posts a selfie, same pose as Yamamoto-san’s, eyes covered, upper body exposed, arousing my cock.

Smaller than Yamamoto-san’s, but purun, healthy breasts. Even through the photo, her fresh skin and familiar feel from earlier stand out.

If I found this selfie, I’d save it too.

< Comparing like this, the sizes are different, huh? >

The two images let me compare their erotic breasts. Only I can jerk off to both soft, huge ones and firm, beautiful ones. Asagi-san accepts my masturbation too.

< Shun-kun, I’d be happy if you used mine too. >

With a cute sticker, I reply, ‘Yeah,’ matching my response to Yamamoto-san, but I regret its blandness.

We chat casually until midnight. Mentioning I’m free during my nine-day holiday except for the fifth day’s cherry blossom viewing, Asagi-san suggests.

< Shun-kun, go out with Maki alone. A lovers’ date. >

“Asagi, that’s sudden”

< Don’t you want to? Maki, write your free days! >

Asagi-san plans our date. Yamamoto-san notes it’s sudden but doesn’t dislike the idea.

I say I’m not against it, even excited, and she thanks me. Truly a kind lover. Our date fills the eighth day.

< By the way, since we’re at it >

Asagi-san, who set our plans, types more.

< I’m free on the sixth day, so I want to date you too. >

Stunned, I’m silent. Yamamoto-san sends a surprised sticker, then comments.

“Asagi, you could’ve said that first”

Maybe Asagi-san felt guilty about dating alone, so she arranged mine with Yamamoto-san first. If so, it’s adorable.

It might be my convenient imagination, but Yamamoto-san seems to think so too. As I feel ambiguous, Asagi-san posts.

< I felt bad for Maki. >

< But this way feels like I used Maki, sorry. >

I feel guiltier. For them to feel awkward over me is unacceptable. Before Yamamoto-san posts, I type.

‘Sorry, you both. I should’ve spoken up, but I’m not good at this.’

Seconds later, they post simultaneously.

< That’s not true >

“Sato-kun’s not at fault”

Assuring me I’m not wrong, they align their intentions. They’ll say when they want dates and share details, efficiently deciding.

They plan so much for someone like me. I’m endlessly grateful; they’re too good for me. What can I do for them?

Pondering, I end our chat, saying goodbye. Asagi-san’s final < Use my photo too? > jolts my heart.

Cherry blossom viewing with the literature club, a date with Asagi-san the next day, and with Yamamoto-san two days later fill my phone’s calendar.

Such plans are pure luxury. In my old holidays, I’d game, jerk off to AVs or fantasies, and sleep, expecting nothing more.

What will become of me? I fear a backlash to this happiness, or being abandoned. For now, I wish this full calendar stays, a selfish hope.

With that wish, I end the first day of the holiday. To rest my cock after five ejaculations, I fall asleep quickly.

Days two to four of the holiday, I stay home. I shop with Mom and Yuki sometimes, but they handle chores, leaving me like a NEET.

“You don’t need to do anything, Shun-nii! Just talk with me!”

Yuki leans on me, purring like a cat, while Mom smiles. But I struggle to suppress my lust.

Since I made Yuki hold back, I can’t make a move. Yet she’s so open, wearing just a T-shirt, no bra, nipples visible.

I don’t know if she’s intentional or clueless, too scared to ask, passing three days. On the fifth day, the literature club’s cherry blossom viewing arrives.