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

Chapter 67: The Entrance to Something Sweet

“I-I’m so sorry… for keeping you waiting…”

Yukari-san apologizes as she grips the steering wheel, pulling out of the parking lot.

Her earlier behavior was noticeably off—fumbling with the door without using the smart key, panicking while searching for her seatbelt, as if the car wasn’t hers.

She seems a bit dejected by her mistakes.

I don’t blame her for the delay and don’t want her to feel bad.

“It’s fine… There’s no need to rush…”

I say, though my heart races uncontrollably.

The thought of staying over at her place excites me, despite knowing it’s impure.

I don’t know what will happen—maybe we’ll just sleep—but her earlier demeanor makes me wonder if she’s expecting something more.

“…Th-Thank you… I’ll drive safely…” she says, sounding nervous herself.

If she’s feeling this way, I’m glad, but I don’t want to pressure her.

If she’s not in the mood for anything beyond staying over, I can take care of myself.

With these thoughts, the car cruises along the highway.

Yukari-san’s home is a condo unit, about a ten-minute bike ride from my house.

She used to live there with her parents, but when she graduated college, they moved to the countryside for a self-sufficient life, leaving her the spacious place.

“…So my parents send me vegetables sometimes, and I visit them occasionally…” she says while driving, not sounding lonely.

Their family seems close, which reassures me.

I find it painful to see people I know unhappy or lonely—perhaps I’m just too sensitive.

“…Since living alone, I’ve had friends over, but… inviting a man is a first… So, um, if I’m rude or the place is odd…” she adds.

Her calling me a “man” makes me happy, even if it’s just flattery. I’m weak to such words.

My possessiveness remains strong, but my reflection in the car window reminds me I’m not someone who deserves to be smug. Compared to the beautiful Yukari-san, I look like someone caught in a honey trap, expecting a thug to jump out the moment I make a move. Despite her kindness, I can’t help worrying, yet I selfishly depend on her, dreading betrayal.

“…B-But… it being you, Shun-sama… makes me happy…” she murmurs, eyes forward. Her profile is stunning, and her words make my heart leap again.

We descend into the underground parking of a ten-story building, her condo.

Unlike earlier, she parks efficiently, grabs her bag from the back, and opens my door.

“…S-Sorry for the wait… My place is on the seventh floor…” She’s put her jacket back on, but her crossbody bag still accentuates her chest.

Even now, I’m consumed by lust, staring despite knowing I shouldn’t make her uncomfortable.

I resolve not to act unless she wants me to, following her up.

We don’t encounter anyone in the parking lot, elevator, or seventh-floor hallway—likely due to the late hour, which spares me the embarrassment of being seen.

“H-Here it is… I-I’ll unlock it…” she says, fumbling for her keys at the corner unit.

My heart pounds as I’m about to enter her home, fighting excessive expectations.

“C-Come in… It might be messy, but it’s not small since it was for three people…” she says, ushering me inside.

As I remove my shoes, she locks the door behind me, exhaling softly.

The living and dining areas are spacious, not typical for an average condo, judging by the hallway’s ambiance.

“…You live here alone?” I ask.

“Y-Yes… Since my parents moved three years ago… just me…” she replies.

The rent must be high, or perhaps it’s a purchased unit.

I hope her housekeeper job pays well for all her work, but it’s not the time to ask.

“…S-So… you must be tired… Would you like to shower first…?” she suggests, handing me my usual pajamas from her bag.

Did she anticipate this?

I push away the convenient fantasy and nod, too scared to ask.

She says, “Put your clothes in the basket… I’ll wash them…” I comply, placing even my boxers there, slightly embarrassed, though she’s likely used to handling my laundry without a second thought.

I worry about making her uncomfortable.

I shower, checking my scent and shaking off stray thoughts.

She showed me where the shampoo is, so I manage, but anxieties flood me.

What if we get intimate?

Can I stay calm?

Will I hurt her by being too forward?

My timid conclusion is to respect her words above all—being proactive is ideal but unrealistic for me.

After showering, I change into my pajamas and return to the living room.

Seeing me, Yukari-san hurries, “Y-Yes! I-I’ll shower now…” and passes me to head to the bathroom.

I sit on the living room sofa, waiting, unsure how long her shower will take or what will happen next.

I try to calm myself, determined to follow her wishes.

If a creepy guy like me could have an intimate relationship with a kind, beautiful woman like her, I must suppress my desires.

“…S-Sorry for the wait…” Yukari-san returns from her shower.

I should’ve noticed the hairdryer, but I was too distracted.

“…Um, s-sorry for this appearance…!” she says, worried.

She wears a short-sleeved blue T-shirt and thin half-pants, her wet black hair down instead of in her usual ponytail, enhancing her mature allure.

Her chest shows no nipple outlines, suggesting a bra, but the tight outfit emphasizes her curves, undeniably provocative.

It’s the relaxed look of an adult woman at home, but all I can do is stare lustfully.

“…Shun-sama, um…” Her voice snaps me out of my daze.

She must’ve noticed me staring.

“S-Sorry… I was staring too much…” I apologize, knowing it’s rude to ogle a woman, regardless of her attire.

She shakes her head and sits beside me, her face slightly flushed, exuding an intimate vibe.

“…Coming out like this suddenly… and you looking at me like that… It’s, um, really… flattering, happy…” she says.

“Sasai-san told me… you don’t dislike seeing women’s skin… that you might even get excited… I thought if you showered, this outfit might be okay… But I’m surprised you’re really looking…” Asagi-san overinterprets my creepy side as positive, sharing it with Yukari-san.

She’s right, though—my erection strains against my pajama pants, undeniable proof.

“…I’m honestly very interested in… sexual things, but I lack experience… So I learned a lot from your girlfriends…” she says.

“What they told me was unbelievable, making me wonder if you really allow such things…” Asagi-san and Maki-san were indeed sharing sexual insights.

I don’t mind, but I’m scared of what Yukari-san thinks.

“…D-Don’t you think… I’m creepy…?” I ask.

“N-No way!

You loving women, making them feel good… It’s so attractive… c-cool…” she says.

Everyone calls me cool, but I’m just a creepy guy unable to control his desires, afraid of hurting others.

Yet she draws closer, hesitantly taking my hand, warmer than usual, perhaps from the shower.

“S-So… what they told me… it’s shameless, but…” Sitting side by side on the sofa, our eyes lock.

I struggle with eye contact, but her gaze compels me to try.

“…I-I want to… do naughty things, within what’s comfortable for you, Shun-sama… O-Of course, someone like me might not excite you, so please, if that’s the case…” Yukari-san says.

Realizing she desires something intimate, my cock hardens fully beneath my pajamas, despite her words being unfinished.

The thought of her, blushing intensely, allowing sexual acts with me sends shivers of tension through my body.

Yet, amid this, my cock burns with heat.

She notices my obvious erection immediately.

Despite my blatant lust, she doesn’t recoil.

“…Sh-Shun-sama’s… cock… is it really… excited by someone like me…?” she asks, her eyes soft, almost melting—an undeniably erotic expression.

“Y-Yes…!” I reply, my voice high-pitched.

Faced with her beautiful body and her desire for intimacy, I’m desperate to release.

“…R-Really…?” she murmurs, tearing up slightly but continuing, “…To have this chance… and for you to get hard again… I’m truly blessed…!” Her breathing quickens, eyes locked on mine.

This beautiful, cute, and erotic woman—does she truly want my body?

“…If there’s anything I can do… anything you want from me…” she says, always considering my feelings, perhaps unwilling to refuse me, knowing my fragile heart.

But I can’t exploit that.

What matters is what she wants, what I can do for her.

I don’t assume my thoughts are right, but fulfilling her desires feels like my only purpose.

“…I want to… accept whatever you want, Yukari-san… So please, tell me anything,” I say firmly, loudly, knowing she might hold back.

Like Asagi-san and Maki-san, I don’t want her sacrificing for me.

She gasps, “…!” then pauses, seeming to reflect.

As I worry my words were presumptuous, she hesitantly asks, “…Just like Sasai-san and Yamamoto-san said… Is it really okay…?” I nod, and she exhales deeply, closing the distance.

“…T-Then… I might make shameless requests… If you dislike anything, please don’t hesitate to stop me…” she says.

“There’s no way… I’d ever dislike it,” I murmur, my honest feelings spilling out.

How could I reject requests from a woman like her?

“…R-Really… I-I’ll be rude, then…!” she says, trembling as she places her hands on my shoulders.

I’m just as nervous, my thoughts swelling.

“…I-If it’s not bad… I’d like to… kiss you…” she says, averting her gaze.

Her glossy, slightly small lips are irresistible.

“O-Of course…!” I reply, and her grip tightens.

Clinging to my shoulders, her face nears, and I might’ve leaned in slightly too.

“…E-Excuse me…!” she says softly, and our lips meet.

Her soft, elastic lips ignite my lust while calming my heart, feeling like those of a mature woman.

Her closed eyes suggest she’s savoring the kiss, a gentle, lover-like moment lasting a few seconds.