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

Chapter 52: My Sister, Games, and a Date on the Eighth Day

I’m soaking alone in the spacious bathtub at home. It feels nice to relax in the wide tub, but it’s also a place where my thoughts tend to wander.

When I got home earlier, Yuki rushed to me as usual, sniffing me and saying, “…Asagi-san’s scent,” with a sly grin. Unsure how to respond, Mom prompted me to take a bath, leading me here.

Having clung to Asagi-san so much, her scent must be all over me. Touching the hickey on my neck, I recall today’s events.

Asagi-san, who accepted my emotions and gave herself to me, was too kind, too enchanting.

Remembering her pussy’s sensation, I shamelessly get hard again, even imagining sharing this tub with her.

Her twin-tied black hair, big sparkling eyes, small lips I’ve tasted so often, and her bright smile that melts my heart—they make me jump every time I think of them.

Of course, I love Asagi-san. But I also love Yamamoto-san and Yuki. I even lust after Yukari-san, seeing her as a kind, beautiful woman.

I used to struggle talking to women, but now, when cute girls are kind to me, I fall for them too easily—a bad habit. In this world, everyone’s kind to me, and though I know I shouldn’t, I misinterpret their kindness.

I constantly worry that my lack of restraint will disgust them. Asagi-san said she’d never betray me, but if I become unworthy as her lover, that could change.

Even if the girls forgive me, I mustn’t get conceited. The moment I do, I’ll lose something precious.

I’m stunned at my greed to hold onto this happiness of being treated kindly by cute girls, clinging to it desperately.

In the end, I’m just a scumbag who can’t stop eyeing other girls. Escaping that truth, I stand up from the tub with a splash.

At dinner, Mom and Yuki talk to me kindly. Their familial warmth makes me anxious that I’m looking at them with dirty eyes.

“Shun-nii, let’s play games tomorrow!” Yuki says energetically, while Mom chides, “You need to study too.” Such trivial exchanges are what I should cherish.

Back in my room, I flop onto the bed. My phone shows a message from Asagi-san: “Today was fun!” I rack my brain for a clever reply.

But I’m a boring guy who can only manage, “Thanks so much for today.” Wishing I could be wittier, I drift into sleep.

On the seventh day of the holiday, I’m invited to Yuki’s room. After eating Mom’s brunch, she drags me to sit in front of her gaming console.

Yuki has lots of games and often plays with friends. It’s a world I’m unfamiliar with, and we haven’t played together since we were kids.

“Here, a game from seven years ago. Not sure if you remember,” she says.

I’m clueless about this world’s games. It looks like a four-player party game, but with unfamiliar characters, it’s all new to me.

It’s like sugoroku, so I muddle through. I’m not good, but Yuki, beside me, whines about bad rolls or cheers at winning minigames, clearly having fun.

While playing, I sneak glances at her profile, wondering if she’s really enjoying this with me. She seems genuinely happy, and all I can do is lean into that.

“…Shun-nii, what’s up? You’re staring.”

I must’ve stared too much. She looks at me curiously, so I confess honestly.

“Uh, um… I was wondering if you’re having fun with me… I’m not good at games or good at livening things up…”

She sighs, shaking her head vigorously.

“Listen, just playing with you is the most fun. Knowing you’re watching me… it makes me happy.”

Then, she slips into my lap, nestling between my legs as I sit cross-legged, facing me.

“…Ehehe, I always wanted to do this.”

Her face, still youthful yet womanly, looks up at me. Her side-tail sways against my chest, her feminine scent tickling my nose.

Her body presses close. Through her thin shorts, her butt nearly touches my crotch, its softness undeniable. It feels deliberate, stirring my cock.

“Come on, Shun-nii, let’s keep playing!”

It might be innocent sisterly behavior, but I must restrain myself, though it saps my focus on the game.

Yuki wins overwhelmingly. My unfamiliarity and later fluster led to constant mistakes.

“Fufufu, I play with friends a lot, so I wasn’t gonna lose to you!” she boasts, then says, “Wanna try another?” swapping discs. We keep playing, her staying in my lap.

Focusing on the game keeps my erection at bay, but her softness remains. Spending time with her is undeniably fun—she’s a cute sister and girl, enjoying hours together.

While she ponders discs, I watch her profile. She suddenly turns, catching me.

“…Shun-nii, you were looking.”

Her devilish expression follows my “Uh, sorry” as she inches closer, her big eyes nearing mine.

Her soft lips brush mine in a quick kiss, and she shyly murmurs.

“…Ehehe, thanks for looking at me.”

Smiling, she picks a disc and starts the game. “Next is a fighting game!” Her voice seems slightly higher.

We play for about five hours in her room, her in my lap except for bathroom breaks. It’s hard to move the controller, but complaining would be tactless.

To outsiders, we’re probably just close siblings.

But if a cute girl like Yuki keeps kissing me, I might cross a line. I fear losing control someday.

I considered researching incest in this world but worried my feelings would spill over, so I didn’t.

Can I answer Yuki’s honest feelings, who said she’d wait for me?

As dinner nears, we tidy her room. She looks at me and speaks.

“Being cherished by you, spending time like this, even getting kisses… I’m happy. So, focus on making Asagi-san, Maki-san, and other girls happier.”

That makes me happy, she smiles. I struggle to respond to her feelings, unable to take the final step.

“Tomorrow’s your date with Maki-san, right? She’s definitely excited, so have fun!”

Her deep gaze seems to melt my heart.

“…Thanks, Yuki.”

She smiles happily again.

“No, I’ve got the best privilege—being your sister… nihehe!”

Her playful, cute smile shakes my heart again.

The next morning, I wake around 7 a.m. After yesterday’s fun with Yuki, today I’m going out with Yamamoto-san—a total jerk move.

At breakfast and the door, Mom and Yuki keep smiling, indulging me without judgment, and I just ride their kindness.

“Call if you’re late or staying over,” Mom says, probing my relationship with Yamamoto-san gently, not angrily.

Can I have a proper date with Yamamoto-san? Yuki wants it to go well, and I’m thrilled to spend time with her.

But I’m nervous about dating, worried I’ll seem boring. Today, I plan to share my ugly feelings with her.

Asagi-san accepted me, but Yamamoto-san might find me heavy and pull away. It’s not distrust—it’s my dirty heart.

With half excitement, half fear, I head to the meeting spot. Seeing Yamamoto-san, I quicken my pace.

“Uh, um… nice weather today, huh?”

She speaks hesitantly. Her plan is a zoo date, a bit far away, perfect for today’s sunny weather.

The zoo, an hour by train, has exhibits and interactive areas. She went with her mom before but wanted to go as lovers, so she suggested it.

A classic zoo date, sure. Last night’s message about it sparked thoughts—not about refusing, but about how to tour, when to rest, fearing I’d seem thoughtless. I’m still anxious.

“…I-I thought the zoo might not be fun with me… thanks for agreeing.”

Her humility shines through in her white dress with floral patterns, bought with my input during our trio shopping. I thought it’d be cute, and it is. Her prominent chest is also… noticeable.

I shouldn’t keep staring at her like that when she’s wearing such a cute outfit for me. But despite my resolve, my eyes are drawn to her full, bouncing chest and the frilly sway of her hips through the fabric. Her body, so voluptuous for a student, overflows with sensuality.

Still, I try to focus on our conversation.

“I’m happy to be on a date with you, Yamamoto-san… I never thought I’d get to go on a zoo date, so I’m the one who should be grateful…”

She lets out a surprised “Eh?”

“If you invited them, most girls would want to go with you, Sato-kun… You don’t need to think like that.”

Her kind words warm me, but I need to prioritize her. Even if I’m indecisive, I want to be clear about this.

“Thanks… but, I… I want to be with you right now, Yamamoto-san…”

It’s a cheesy line, unfit for me, but she blushes, murmuring, “…That’s unfair…” I worry for a moment, but she inches closer, making me happy yet shy.

On the train, she keeps glancing at me, tempting me to misinterpret. But I know she’s not smitten with me—I can’t let myself get cocky.

The express train reaches the zoo’s station in about 40 minutes. Families get off too, but it’s not overly crowded, perhaps due to the low birthrate.

From the station plaza, it’s a straight shot to the zoo. As we exit, Yamamoto-san asks.

“Um… it’s about a 15-minute walk. Is that okay?”

As she says, the zoo entrance is a 15-minute walk. There’s a paid bus, but young people like us don’t need it.

“Y-Yeah… shall we walk together?”

I step forward, but she hesitates, fidgeting and looking at me. It’s cute but puzzling until she speaks shyly.

“…Sorry, um… you said at the literature club’s flower-viewing to tell you if I wanted something… so…”

I did say that. I’m so grateful to her, I want to do anything I can.

“…It’s selfish, I know, but… I was hoping we could hold hands today… only if you’re okay with it!”

That’s something I should’ve asked for. I don’t want a charming girl like her to think holding my hand is selfish.

So, even if it’s creepy, I decide to be honest.

“…I’m the one wondering if it’s okay to hold your hand, Yamamoto-san…”

“Eh, ah, of course! If you’re okay, I’m happy…!” she says, slowly reaching out.

As her left hand meets my right, gripping tightly, my heart races again.

She stares at our joined hands, saying, “Haa… I could die happy…” Noticing my gaze, she quickly faces forward, starting to walk.

It feels like we’re new lovers, and I’m thrilled. That a cute girl is happy doing this with me warms my heart.

The walk to the zoo feels long. Maybe I’m subconsciously slowing to savor holding her hand.

Her hand, smaller and soft, grips mine firmly, not in a lover’s clasp, but conveying her warmth clearly.

“…Um, Sato-kun, you’re really okay? Not feeling bad…?”

She asks, worried, but I’m buzzing with excitement. Her hand’s warmth and occasional “fuu” sighs feel erotic.

“I-I’m fine… your hand’s so warm… it’s calming…”

I realize it’s a creepy comment too late, worrying she’ll think I’m weird. But she replies, “T-Thanks… I’m the one getting all flustered…” Her upward glance and devastating words speed up my heart.

Just holding hands, and I’m this overwhelmed. I can’t think of anything else without feeling guilty toward her. I just have to get used to this.

It takes 20 minutes to reach the entrance, so we must’ve walked slowly. Letting go to buy tickets feels lonely, a selfish thought.

She tries to pay for everything, and I try to stop her. But today, she’s insistent, not letting me open my wallet.

“Please, let me pay… I always feel bad…” she says.

She might dislike our usual splitting. Overwhelmed, I let her cover the 1,500-yen entry fee.

Feeling guilty, I say, “Sorry,” and make a small proposal.

“…I don’t know if it makes up for it, but… tell me anything you want today. I might not know what I can do, but…”

It’s a spineless offer, I know, but I can’t come up with better.

She murmurs, “Anything…” but shakes her head, as if brushing it off.

“Don’t worry… I’m just happy to date you, so let me pay for this…”

Pushing further might embarrass her, so I accept her kindness, though I’m unsure if it’s right.

“Auu… shall we go in? I’ll take your hand again…!”