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

Chapter 66: Tonight, Where Will We Go?

We watch a grand show from the back, featuring fireworks that are enjoyable even from a distance. Yukari-san explains that avid fans of the characters or dancers rush to secure front spots, but it gets cramped, so she chose this spot for us.

“…I thought you might not have seen fireworks much, Shun-sama… Seeing the whole show might be better…” she says.

She’s right. In my original world, I had little connection to theme parks or fireworks displays. In this world, I likely avoided amusement parks and events too. She must have wanted me to experience the fireworks, considering my past.

I’ve seen them on TV, but never live like this. I thought fireworks were for “normies,” but the vibrant bursts synchronized with music are stunningly beautiful.

“…It’s really beautiful,” I murmur during the show, surprised I could feel this way.

After a brief pause, Yukari-san replies, “…Th-Thank you…” Her hand remains linked with mine.

The show ends just before 8 p.m., and the crowd flows toward the exit. Yukari-san, however, leads me against the tide. “At this time, a restaurant deeper in the park should be empty… I thought we could have dinner.”

She takes me to a glass-walled restaurant on a hill, nearly empty as last orders approach. From the window, we can see much of the park we explored today. The entrance’s illuminations are faint, but the view is still striking.

“…The window seats offer a great view of the park… It’s a bit hidden, so it’s a gem, and I like that they have wine…” she says.

I’m surprised to hear she drinks, but at 25, it’s natural she might enjoy wine with friends. In my original world, I couldn’t handle alcohol—getting drunk and sleepy after one try, revealing my low tolerance. I never mastered “drinking communication.” I don’t know this body’s limits or this world’s drinking age.

I wonder if she’d rather drink with someone more fun, but she hands me the menu. “O-Of course, I’m driving today, and I wouldn’t drink alone in front of you, Shun-sama…” she says, recommending dishes while watching me closely.

Her sharp, beautiful eyes, slightly upturned, make her irresistibly attractive, no matter how often I see her.

Leaving the restaurant, we walk through a nearly deserted park toward the exit. With an hour until closing, Yukari-san’s schedule for the day might be done. I’m slightly used to holding her hand, but I’m too scared to meet her gaze.

“…Shun-sama, um… may I make one last request?” she asks as we approach a bridge—the photo spot from the cruise boat, I recall.

“I-I know we took lots of photos, and I’m sorry… but could we take one last one here… together…?”

We’ve taken many selfies today, each time with her apologizing, but my issue is the physical contact each photo brings. I don’t want to refuse—I just need a moment to brace myself, or my lower half might betray me. The sky’s dark, but the lights ensure clear photos. She’s likely used to selfies here.

I nod, and she nervously pulls me closer, framing the castle in the background while activating the front camera. A staff member is nearby, but she insists on selfies. We’re closer than ever today.

“…I-I’m taking it…!” she says.

Our cheeks nearly touch, her soft feminine scent stirring my heart. Her chest presses fully against my arm, overwhelming me—I don’t know where to focus. Why doesn’t she mind this closeness? She must notice after so many photos.

If she weren’t so kind and caring, I’d think she was teasing me. But her sincerity makes her intentions unreadable.

The shutter clicks, and she pulls away, checking the photo. “…Th-Thank you… for all the photos today…” she murmurs.

“It’s totally fine…!” I reply, and she takes my hand again, her gaze fixed on a nearby bench.

“…Um, could we… talk a bit more…?” she asks.

At the plaza past the bridge, near closing time, few people linger. Those heading to the exit don’t glance at us on the bench.

“…I wanted to thank you… for today…” she says.

“N-No need to thank me…” I start, but stop, noticing her stiff expression and slightly flushed cheeks.

“…You spent today with someone like me… and even held my hand… Honestly, it’s more than I deserve…” she says.

She calls hand-holding a “luxury,” but that’s my line. “…Sasai-san said you don’t mind holding hands with women, even enjoy it… I thought that wouldn’t apply to me… I’ve never experienced this, so… I know it’s bothersome, but I got so excited, despite my age…”

She searches for words, but I must deny her calling it “bothersome.” I’m not annoyed—I’m grateful she spent all day with me, never showing dislike, despite it feeling like a date. She probably doesn’t see it that way; I’m the one selfishly framing this outing with a beautiful, kind woman as a date.

Yet, I blurt out, “It’s not bothersome… To go on a date with you, Yukari-san…”

I didn’t mean to say it, knowing it could harm her. But it’s too late—she must realize I arrogantly thought of today as a date.

“…A d-date…?” she repeats, confirming my words.

I’m such a reckless, shallow man. She was kind, offering to listen to my troubles, but assuming lover-like feelings is different. She must be uncomfortable, even if her kindness keeps her silent—it’s easy to imagine.

“I-I’m sorry…! Calling it a date must be bothersome…” I say, bowing, my apology driven by guilt for leaning into her kindness.

“…It’s not like that…! Being with you, Shun-sama…!” she says, almost shouting, closing the distance with a flushed face.

“…When this outing was decided… I thought it felt like a date and got excited, despite my age… I knew I shouldn’t assume such happiness… But Kaori-sama and Yuki-sama told me to enjoy the date… And this week, Sasai-san and Yamamoto-san said the same…”

Why does she humble herself when I’m the presumptuous one? I don’t understand why Mom, Yuki, Asagi-san, and Maki-san encouraged her. But if, by some miracle, she sees this outing as a date, that thrills me.

“…Really… you’re okay with calling it a date…?” I ask, my words vague.

She looks up, startled, and speaks rapidly. “Okay? Someone as kind, considerate, and cool as you, Shun-sama… I’m the one who’s unworthy…!”

She overestimates me. My vague responses and scary face haven’t changed from my original world. I’m the unworthy one—she’s beautiful, with striking features, a great figure, and now, blushing, even cute. All I can do is view her with lustful, impure eyes. I don’t deserve to be beside her.

“…I’m the unworthy one… Someone as beautiful and kind as you is too good for me… I’m so grateful you’re here with me…” I say.

Her expression shifts, as if resolute. After a deep breath, she gently takes both my hands. “…I know it’s creepy… and I shouldn’t say this…”

“…Kaori-sama and Yuki-sama told me not to hold back… Sasai-san and Yamamoto-san said you’re no longer afraid of women… I’ve noticed you’ve become more open at home, talking not just with Kaori-sama and Yuki-sama, but me too… I was surprised.”

“…When I touched you, I lost my composure… Despite my actions, you still trust me…”

The first woman I touched in this world was Yukari-san—her softness and warmth are unforgettable. “…You confided in me, despite my failures as a housekeeper… I think you’ve grown, no longer fearing women, yet remaining kind… You’re a very attractive man.”

“…I started seeing you not as a boy I care for, but as a man… Kaori-sama saw through me instantly. But both she and Yuki-sama… supported my feelings, even though it should be unforgivable…!”

Her voice trembles with tears, but she forces them back, looking at me again. “…Kaori-sama and Yuki-sama sent us off with smiles… And you calling today a date… it made me so happy…”

“I know it’s rude… and if you never want to see me again after today, you’re not at fault, Shun-sama…” Yukari-san says.

Then she confesses, “…I’ve come to… like you as a man… It’s selfish of me to say this after dragging you into my desires, but… I’m ready for any response… Please, forgive me for letting these feelings out…!”

I search for words amidst swirling emotions. What is Yukari-san to me? How do I see her? What kind of relationship do I want? She’s like a dependable older sister, yet a stunning adult woman. She supports me, someone I want to be with. I choose to pour out my feelings, even if they seem creepy.

I believe she’ll accept them. “…Yukari-san, you’re… incredibly attractive to me,” I say, determined to be honest, no lies.

“Your kindness, how you listen earnestly to me, how you help when I’m struggling alone… I’m so grateful,” I continue. “I’m not cheerful like Yuki… I might be a hassle to deal with… Yet you’re always on my side, like a big sister.”

So far, my words might be acceptable, but I feel compelled to say more. I think she’s afraid she’s forcing something sexual on me, based on her “failed housekeeper” comment—my own assumption. She must genuinely believe it. So, shamefully, I address it, bracing for rejection.

“But… your amazing figure, your beauty… I often look at you inappropriately… When I touched you, or you touched me before… I got really excited. You’re not a failed housekeeper—never. I’m the one tarnishing your kindness with these impure thoughts… I don’t see you as just a housekeeper… Please don’t be so self-deprecating…”

My words falter, and Yukari-san starts, “Ah, um…” looking confused, perhaps by my rambling. Have I gone too far again?

“S-Sorry… I’m not explaining well… I mean, Yukari-san, I…” I stammer.

In that moment, her soft embrace envelops me, her trembling arms wrapping around my back. “…Do you really… accept someone like me? A housekeeper swayed by desire… almost ten years older than you…?” she says, her voice tearful, though I can’t see her face.

Accepting her or the age gap isn’t her burden—it’s mine. If she truly finds me attractive as a man, I have no reason to refuse.

“I-I’m the one… who’s inconsiderate, swayed by desire… A guy like me, but…” I blurt out my own lust, a luxury I shouldn’t indulge when she’s the one who could use me for her desires.

She pulls back, her face visibly red even in the dark. “…Please don’t see yourself so lowly, Shun-sama… And, um…” She hesitates, then resolves to continue. “…Sasai-san told me you genuinely feel… um, naughty feelings toward women’s bodies… I doubted it, thinking you’d only feel that for cute girls your age… But if you say so, if you truly don’t mind… I-I feel the same…!”

Her breathing quickens, her usual calm replaced by a pleading tone. I’m not someone a woman like her should pursue—I’m just a socially awkward, uninteresting, unlikable guy. But if she truly wants me…

“…If you feel that way… I-I want that kind of relationship too…” I say, knowing it’s creepy but unable to hide my feelings in this moment. It might be pity or a desire to protect weak, pathetic me, but my affection for her is undeniable, intertwined with lust I can’t separate.

“…Th-Thank you…!” she says softly, standing and taking my hand. Her flushed face delivers one final push. “…Kaori-sama said… if we got close, I could bring you to… s-stay over… Of course, it’s your decision, but… if you’d allow it…”

Mom’s words about staying over were serious. Yukari-san makes her request: “…W-Would you… stay at my place…?”

Her trembling hand shakes with the alluring invitation, nearly overwhelming me. “…I-I’d like that…!” I reply.

Her body trembles, the vibration passing to me—she must feel it too. As the park’s closing announcement plays, we slowly walk toward the exit gate, her sweaty left hand in mine.