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

Chapter 85: Promises of Shyness with a Campaign

“Why don’t you tell Shun-kun where you want to go, Maki? It’s your birthday, so it’s okay to indulge a little!” Asagi-san suggested to Maki-san.

Blushing, Maki-san replied, “B-But… anywhere with you is fine, Sato-kun…” Her adorable words made my heart swell, despite my unworthiness. A kind, cute girl like her allowing me her body—I’m completely spoiled by her.

But this time, I should lead Maki-san. I might fail, but I trust she won’t mock my clumsiness. Last time, she chose the zoo for our date. For her birthday, I need to propose something.

“Maki-san… can I try to plan something to make you happy… is that okay?” I asked hesitantly. I should be firm, but if she dislikes my plan, that’s that. I need her consent, knowing my overconfidence could backfire.

My vague words made Maki-san look apologetic. “N-No, making you plan alone… I-I’ll think too… it’s about two weeks away, right?”

I don’t want her to worry, but she’s too kind. Asagi-san watched us warmly, though she could understandably feel uneasy about us planning in front of her.

“Fufu, tell me where you decide to go. I want ideas for my date with Shun-kun,” Asagi-san said playfully, her finger on her plump lips, emphasizing her femininity.

“And, Shun-kun… for my birthday, I’ll probably want more than just being together… lots of naughty stuff. Will you forgive me?” she asked, her eyes hinting at desire. Feeling her eroticism, I nodded quickly to avoid an erection.

“Ehehe ♡ Thanks, Shun-kun! I’ll make sure we’re together then,” she said, genuinely happy. Her casual sex promises feel unreal, especially from such an erotic girl.

Turning to Maki-san, Asagi-san added, “So, Maki, tell Shun-kun where you want to go or what you want to do. It’s your once-a-year birthday!”

Maki-san, blushing, mumbled, “Y-Yeah, thanks… I’ll think about it…” To avoid burdening her, I’d need to ponder my proposal carefully.

With new thoughts swirling, I went home after school and visited Yukari-san’s room. Her shoes at the entrance confirmed she was home alone.

Like Asagi-san and Maki-san, Yukari-san is my lover, so I must report properly and ensure I’m not upsetting her. Knocking, I heard her slippers approach.

“Shun-sama? W-Welcome back… d-did I do something wrong?” she asked, flustered, looking for a place for me to sit.

“It’s fine… I wanted to thank you,” I said, content to stand. “Thank you for Yuki. Your words helped me see her properly… though you might have mixed feelings about me, and I’m truly sorry for that.”

Yukari-san encouraged my bond with Yuki, despite me being her lover. I’ve leaned on her words and will apologize as often as needed.

“No! I’ve always wanted you and Yuki-sama to be close… and I’m moved, selfishly, seeing you make women happy,” she said, trying to stop me from bowing, sharing her feelings without judgment.

“I don’t want to monopolize you or cloud your emotions. I’m okay whenever you’re inclined,” she said humbly, always considering my feelings and affirming my actions.

To such a lover, I cautiously proposed, “Yukari-san… I-I want to keep being close with you… and, like with Yuki, spend your birthday together… if you don’t mind.”

A woman like Yukari-san likely suits a classy birthday with a handsome man, drinking wine. I’m just a high schooler, incapable of that, but since she cares for me like my other lovers, I must try.

“Y-Your birthday’s in September, a bit far, but until then, if I’m not a bother… I’d like to ask…” I said, overstepping. Asking an older woman to reserve time for me feels beyond my place.

“…Is that really okay? My birthday…?” she asked, belittling herself but accepting. I replied, “O-Of course, you’re my lover…” choosing cheesy words.

She bowed, flipped her desk calendar to September, and circled her birthday, starting to write something before setting the pen down and gently holding my hand.

“Shun-sama, don’t push yourself. Your body isn’t just yours,” she said warmly, her touch moving me. I answered, “Thank you…”

Leaving her room, I reflected on promising Maki-san, Asagi-san, and Yukari-san their special days. Using their precious time on me feels wrong.

As lovers, it might be normal, but I worry I’m making them accommodate me. Their kindness might stem from not wanting to hurt me by refusing, an insulting thought, but I can’t see my own worth.

Sighing from anxiety, I realized I must become a man my lovers enjoy. The direction of growth is vague, but necessary.

“…I’ll research,” I muttered, returning to my room. Until dinner, I used my laptop to look up date spots and gifts.

For days, I focused on Maki-san’s nearing birthday, thinking of gifts and date plans to please her. With Yuki, I only gave a gift, but taking a girl’s whole day requires effort.

Excluding places I’ve been, date spots I understand are few. I’m anxious about escorting her anywhere, fearing I’ll disappoint her despite her not mocking me. Her overestimation lets her be with me.

Her birthday, a Saturday in late June, approached, and I had to decide. Proposing something lover-like made me nervous.

On Tuesday, walking home after school, I finally spoke to Maki-san. Asagi-san was at club activities, so we were alone, skipping literature club to share my thoughts.

“Maki-san… about Saturday…” I started.

Her body jolted, face reddening. “Ah! I-I haven’t thought yet, really…!” she stammered, her reaction so odd I wondered if I’d said something wrong, her agitation clear even to me.

I planned to suggest Ozpa, the theme park I went to with Yukari-san, since I’d been there and researched it, thinking I could manage.

“B-But, Maki-san… do you maybe… not want to be with me…?” I asked, suddenly anxious. If she reconsidered spending her birthday with me, my heart would break, though that’s my selfish weakness.

“N-No, that’s not it! Um, I… ugh, what do I do…?” she said, denying clearly but hesitating. After a deep breath, she stopped, asking, “I-I might shock you, but… can I be honest…?”

I replied, “…Yeah, it’s fine… I won’t be shocked, I promise.” Whatever her proposal, I’d never refuse.

“Thanks… um, this…” she said, showing me her phone. It was a local government page about a “Couple Support / Lodging Discount Campaign.” Listed facilities were mostly love hotels, recognizable by their names and one we’d used as a trio.

Looking apologetic, Maki-san explained slowly, “I-I found this yesterday. I didn’t want to burden you, but when you mentioned Saturday, I got startled… I couldn’t hide it. Sorry…?”

She shouldn’t apologize; my heart raced knowing she looked at this. I managed, “N-No need to apologize…”

Holding her phone, I reread the page. Love hotels here are cheap, but this discount, started last week, increases with longer stays. Seeing such serious text on a government site felt odd, reminding me of this reversed world.

“During lunch, you and Asagi made naughty plans for her birthday, so I thought maybe I could… I wondered if my selfish wishes would be okay for my birthday, thinking about it since yesterday…” she said.

Standing in the residential street, looking up at me, Maki-san wanted to spend her birthday at a love hotel. That realization made my heart pound.

Being with Maki-san, a voluptuous, erotic girl, in a love hotel, assuming sex—it’s undeniably appealing.

“But maybe my and Asagi’s wishes differ… you’re disappointed, right? All about naughty stuff…” she said.

I had to reassure her. Her invitation doesn’t disappoint; it’s erotic, urging my arousal.

“Maki-san… I-I’m the one who should apologize for thinking about naughty stuff…” I said.

Words don’t come easily, but I slowly confess something potentially outrageous to her.

“If you want it, Maki-san… I-I want to spend your birthday together… a-at a love hotel…!” I stammer.

Spending her birthday in a love hotel is intensely provocative, and I’m increasingly unsure if I can satisfy her. But since she wants to spend it with me, I have to try. Her response is to straighten up, eyes wide.

“R-Really…? T-The campaign’s for couples only, so just me, not Asagi or anyone… is that okay?” she asks, voice trembling, cheeks red.

I nod repeatedly, not comparing her to Asagi or others—she’s simply captivating. “Y-Yeah, it’s your birthday, so just us two… I’ll try to make you happy…!” I say, my words bold, almost the peak of eroticism, far from a simple date.

“…!” After a brief pause, Maki-san looks away briefly. Suddenly, she frantically pulls a tissue from her bag.

“S-Sorry, nosebleed…!” she says, pressing it to her nose, stuffing a small piece into her left nostril, then saying, “Ugh… you saying that… it’s making my head spin…!”

Not wanting me to see her like this, she averts her gaze slightly. But she doesn’t reject my words, and we’ve finally settled on her birthday destination.

The next day, Wednesday, I told Asagi-san. She immediately latched onto the love hotel campaign, searching it on her phone.

“It’s true! I didn’t notice… until August, huh…” she said, joking, “Wish it included three people!” She grinned at me, as if struck by an idea.

“But since Maki showed me, I might invite you later, Shun-kun. Longer stays are cheaper… let’s plan sometime ♡,” she said, making my head spin. Knowing my lust, she balances care with naughty requests.

“But this Saturday, have tons of fun with Maki, okay? Separately, let’s go out as three again!” she added, encouraging my time with Maki-san in our unique relationship, which I’m still not used to, even with Yukari-san and Yuki involved.

“Summer break would usually mean pool or beach, but with you, we’d draw eyes, so we gotta plan,” she said, casually assuming we’d spend summer together. I must cherish such a girl.

That day, I told my family about the plan, starting vaguely with “going out.” But Yuki asked, “Where?” and at the dinner table, I admitted we’re going to a love hotel.

This isn’t normal, but I’ve reported similarly before, and no one gets mad at my lack of restraint. Yuki said, “Have fun on your birthday date!” while Mom, slightly flushed, cautioned, “Shun-kun, don’t push yourself, okay?”

“Still, Shun-kun… fufu, I’m almost getting doki-doki myself,” Mom said, her excitement maternal, yet I still see her as a beautiful woman in her thirties.

“There weren’t guys this bold around me before. You might be a rare find,” she said playfully, turning to Yukari-san, who replied, “Y-Yes, I-I think so…!” with a cute stumble.

But I wondered about Mom’s past encounters. I don’t know how I was born—through sex, like Maki-san’s family, or sperm donation, since Mom said she’s never been to a love hotel?

I decided to ask gently, avoiding direct questions about a father. “…What kind of guys were around you, Mom?” I ventured.

She smiled, delighted, “You asking about me? Not since you were little!” Then she answered, “Just ordinary boys, sticking together, avoiding girls. I went to co-ed schools through college, but couples were rare.”

“No one like you, Shun-kun,” she added, smiling. “A boy so… eager about sex is rare. If someone like that was at my school… I might’ve considered marriage, fufu.”

Her thrilling words revealed she never married, a small but important piece of family knowledge I finally learned, even if I won’t act on it.

“Gosh, I’m too old for this talk. Thanks for listening, all three,” she said, embarrassed, starting to clear dishes. Yukari-san rushed to help, saying, “I-I’ll do it!” as Yuki and I watched.

“Shun-nii, having a family like you is so special,” Yuki said, smiling with a “nihehe.” I should learn more about Yuki and Yukari-san, but not rush or force it—just deepen our bond slowly, I thought.