A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 78: Classmate, Hibiscus Pareo

Chapter 78: Classmate, Hibiscus Pareo

“Okay, turn a bit to the right!”

Before our eyes, Kurokawa-san in a swimsuit follows the photographer’s instructions. Through the equipment, her figure is clear.

Her lower half is wrapped in a pareo-like cloth, almost like a skirt. Her peeking thighs make my heart race, but it’s still close to normal clothing.

Her upper half, however, is unmistakably a bikini. The white and light blue hibiscus-patterned fabric supports the lower half of her breasts.

Her nipples are covered, not outlined, but her beautiful skin is exposed. I’m seeing parts of a classmate I shouldn’t.

Kurokawa-san’s breasts look firm and full, unlike Maki-san’s soft ones, resembling a foreign woman’s, confined in the bikini.

Size-wise, maybe a bit bigger than Yukari-san’s. Maki-san’s are exceptional, but Kurokawa-san’s are definitely large for a high schooler.

And I know their softness, a vivid memory forcibly recalled.

It’s just erotic. I thought she had a great figure, but seeing her like this, I’ll keep looking at her lustfully. Watching her today might have been a mistake.

“…So cool…”

Maki-san’s voice from beside me startles me. My pants now sport a bigger tent than before.

The distance from Kurokawa-san and staff should hide it, but Maki-san and Asagi-san, right beside me, might notice.

I need to calm down, but looking away from Kurokawa-san feels unnatural.

As I struggle, the photographer’s voice reaches me.

“Next, take off the cloth!”

As a product model, showing the bottoms is expected. But for me, it’s fatal.

Kurokawa-san removes the pareo without hesitation, handing it to a staff member. The matching hibiscus-patterned bottoms cover her private area but are undeniably provocative.

“Okay, we’ll take a few shots!”

As the shutter clicks, Kurokawa-san stands under the camera. Her slender legs assert her allure.

When she turns, her cloth-covered, ample butt appears. I felt its softness through fabric during P.E., now visible through equipment.

Knowing her erotic butt is under there is my last thought. My painful erection pushes against my pants.

Isn’t this like underwear? Her toned stomach and healthy skin overwhelm me, unable to hide my arousal.

I must do something before the shoot ends, but I can’t get used to this sight. Terrified my lovers might notice, I can’t look at them, only at Kurokawa-san until the end.

“Okay, we’re done!”

It’s fortunate there’s only one swimsuit. The short time lets me endure.

Despite having sex with the girls beside me, I’m aroused by a swimsuit—proof of my lack of restraint. A beautiful woman removing cloth and flaunting her figure stirs my desire.

Kurokawa-san bows, glancing at us. Did she notice my lecherous gaze?

If she’s upset, I’ll have to apologize. But she heads to the dressing room, and the staff starts packing up.

“Shun-kun, how was it?”

Asagi-san’s bright voice, with a grin, makes my heart jump.

“Y-Yeah… um, well…”

I feel awkward, unsure what to say. Time has calmed my erection, but I gauge her reaction.

She laughs, “Fufu,” leans closer, and whispers.

“Maybe you were… excited? I kinda saw from beside you.”

Her gaze drifts to my crotch. She saw my full-on erection from Kurokawa-san’s swimsuit.

Maki-san, hearing this, murmurs, “Eh, n-no way…!” and looks at my crotch, noticing my lust too.

“…S-Sorry…”

It’s all exposed. In this bizarre situation, I can only apologize shakily. But it’s 100% my fault, so “cornered” is a weird way to put it.

“No, it’s okay! But you’re really into girls’ bodies, huh, Shun-kun?”

As the staff begins cleanup, no one’s near us. Asagi-san confirms this and speaks softly.

“You probably feel bad for getting excited over someone besides us, but you shouldn’t.”

As always, she indulges me. It’s a mindset I shouldn’t take for granted, unworthy as I am. Yet she says it, and Maki-san nods slightly.

“Y-Yeah, I feel the same… it got hard, huh… I should’ve looked…” Maki-san murmurs, then apologizes, “Ah, s-sorry!” She shouldn’t have to, though.

“Hey! Can we talk to Kurokawa-san or thank her after?” Asagi-san stands, heading to Ibuki-san, who’s talking with staff. Her social skills make me jealous.

Left with Maki-san, who’s staring that way, I apologize again.

“S-Sorry, Maki-san… f-for feeling like that about another girl…”

I’m saying obvious things, and “don’t get hard” is fair. Maki-san might feel something seeing me lust in front of her.

“No, I don’t… I mean, I was imagining it through your pants…” she says shyly. She’s as interested in erotic things as I am, sharing those feelings with me.

“…Sato-kun, um… will you think about today… and, you know, do it…?”

Imagining my filthy masturbation makes me nearly hard again.

I don’t know how to answer without hurting her. As I worry, Asagi-san returns.

“Kurokawa-san says it’s fine! Come on, let’s go!”

Her bright, carefree smile leads us. Maki-san blushes but doesn’t press for my answer.

“Kurokawa-san, you were so beautiful! Can we come again?”

In the dressing room, Kurokawa-san, back in her uniform, sits. I try not to recall her swimsuit, hiding behind Asagi-san as she talks.

“…Thanks. If you’re interested, just let me know.”

Her flat voice isn’t rejecting, but that’s toward Asagi-san and Maki-san. I’m unsure about her feelings toward me.

“Really? Then I’d love to get closer and exchange contacts!” Asagi-san says. It’s like watching a popular kid expand their circle, reminding me of my old world.

Kurokawa-san nods, exchanging contacts with Asagi-san and Maki-san via their phones.

“Thanks! Come on, Shun-kun!”

I freeze. Then I realize Asagi-san’s giving me a chance to connect with Kurokawa-san.

“Eh, I-I’d be a bother…” I say.

To her, my introverted contact is just noise, clogging her phone. I can’t impose something she doesn’t want.

“…? It’s not a bother. I was worried you or the two of them might mind.”

I don’t mind at all, and it’s odd to make a beautiful classmate worry about me.

She might find it strange that Asagi-san and Maki-san encourage my interaction with her.

If they talked to other guys, I’d be jealous. Kurokawa-san’s likely concerned for them.

“No, I don’t think that! I’d be happy if you two got closer,” Asagi-san says.

“Y-Yeah… there’s no way I’d mind…” Maki-san adds.

I’m cornered again, and Kurokawa-san stares at us, maybe curious about our relationship.

“…That’s kinda amazing,” she mutters, then looks at me alone, still holding her phone, not scorning me.

“So, wanna do it?”

Her gaze and kindness overwhelm me. As we exchange contacts, her chest pushes against her uniform blouse.

“Yeah, we’ll talk again!” Asagi-san leads our farewell. I’m still nervous, only managing a loud, “Th-Thanks, Kurokawa-san!” at the end.

Overwhelmed and confused, we head to the studio exit, where Ibuki-san sees us off.

“By the way, a guy like you, Sato-kun, is a first. Staying for the swimsuit shoot too,” she says, making me worry I was weird. It’s natural to think I’m a pervert.

“I wanted to ask more, but we’re pressed for time. Come back, okay?”

Ibuki-san hands two thick booklets to Asagi-san and Maki-san.

“Here’s our brand’s catalog. Take it for fashion ideas up to early summer. Yayoi-chan’s in a few pages.”

It feels promotional, but the thickness suggests it’s not free, carrying genuine gratitude.

“Thanks!” Asagi-san takes it, flipping through. She shows me a page.

“Look, Kurokawa-san’s in it.”

The page shows Kurokawa-san in a tight T-shirt and jeans, her body lines accentuated.

In my old world, a photo like this would cause a uproar in class, with plenty of guys jerking off to it. I’m not the only one, but men get intensely excited by erotic photos of women they know.

At that moment, Ibuki-san tells us,

“The photos from today should be uploaded soon. Probably on the brand’s site with the products by tonight.”

She’s likely informing Asagi-san and Maki-san, but I overhear.

Not just stylish summer clothes but provocative swimsuit shots will flood the internet. In this world, that’s not dangerous at all.

“That’s cool! Thank you!” Asagi-san says, and we follow suit. I notice her glance at me, which bothers me slightly.

Ibuki-san sees us off at the entrance, and we leave the studio. Taking the train back to our station, the sun starts to set as we walk through the residential area.

“Seeing a model shoot for the first time was kinda educational. Like, how to look pretty!” Asagi-san says playfully. She could be a stunning model herself. She’s cute now, but she’ll surely grow into a beauty.

Being next to such a girl is pure luck and luxury for me.

“Plus, I saw you getting excited, Shun-kun… Now I know you’re into types like Kurokawa-san.”

She accepts my perverted side, but indulging in that is my weakness.

“So, you’ll probably get excited over her photos too, right?”

I flinch, nervously looking at her. She grins and continues.

“Ehehe! ♡ You’re such a perv, Shun-kun. Getting that hard thinking of her, huh?”

I don’t sense malice—she’s never been cruel—but this exceeds my common sense.

“You don’t need to feel bad about us. I want your cock lots, but I can’t steal the cum you’d release thinking of her.”

Checking our surroundings, she speaks softly, but I hear every word and her gentle tone.

“Y-Yeah…” Maki-san nods, blushing. Earlier, she was asking about my masturbation.

“If you want to jerk off thinking of her, we wouldn’t stop you or force you to get excited…” she says.

I can’t keep up with this world’s sensibilities. All I know is my daily life is painted pink.

“Fufu, exactly, Shun-kun. You think it’s wrong to get excited over others, but that’s absolutely not true.”

As Asagi-san says this, we reach her house’s turnoff. Holding my right hand fondly, she gives me an ecstatic look.

“You make me feel so good, so… I’d be happy if you touched me with this hand again someday! ♡”

Waving cutely, she runs off. Her direct affection always flusters me.

At Maki-san’s turnoff, she speaks.

“U-Um, Sato-kun… don’t hold back with me either, okay? If you’re excited, I want you to jerk off or… have sex, lots…!”

Making her say such lewd words feels wrong. But she overcomes my guilt.

“Y-Yeah… sorry for always being a bother, being so dirty…”

“No way! You’re an amazing guy who can make girls happy…!”

Maki-san always overestimates me. I need to make up for dragging her and Asagi-san into my selfish cheating.

So, I ask something I’ve been curious about.

“Um, when’s your birthday, Maki-san?”

It’s a late question, maybe mistimed, but if it’s soon, I’d be a jerk for not celebrating my lover’s birthday.

“Eh, mine’s toward the end of this month…”

I’m relieved—there’s time to prepare a gift.

“B-But don’t push yourself, okay? You’re always dealing with someone like me…”

She says that, but only a super handsome, rich guy could get away with ignoring his lover’s birthday. Even kind Maki-san might get upset.

Checking the date, it’s a Saturday. I should plan and invite her properly.

“No way… I-I’m looking forward to your birthday…”

I realize too late how high that bar is. My reply is arrogant yet vague.

Maki-san says, “Y-Yeah…” looking down slightly, and we part. I resolve to ask Yukari-san and Asagi-san about their birthdays too.

I ask Yukari-san before dinner. Like Maki-san, she tells me not to overdo it, but that’d be rude to her.

I message Asagi-san, and she replies promptly, always giving my messages thoughtful responses, making me feel bad for taking her time.

Yukari-san’s is in September, Asagi-san’s in December, so I have time to think. Maki-san’s, late June, gives me less leeway.

For now, Yuki’s birthday in four days is the urgent issue. I haven’t solved where to go.

I should find a stylish, clever place. I consider options, but my wallet and unsuitability for fancy spots yield no perfect answer.

So, I decide to give Yuki a small gift to show my gratitude.

At a station-front shop, I buy her a present. It’s not expensive, and my taste might be off. I should’ve asked Asagi-san or Maki-san.

But this is something I need to decide alone. Yuki wouldn’t toss a gift away—she’s not that kind of sister.

I trust and depend on her. Feeling this, I spend the days until Friday.