A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 94

Chapter 94: Rumors of People and the End of the Term

“…Is it true, Sato-kun?”

Shina-senpai’s voice cut through the awkward atmosphere. I wished I could be the kind of guy who speaks first in moments like this, but I wasn’t there yet.

“…Yes, it’s true.”

As I answered, Maki-san beside me caught her breath, and Kizaki-san, eyes darting, murmured again, “It really was true…” Curious about her words, Shina-senpai smiled at me.

“I see. A real couple in a relationship… my first time seeing one, and in our club, no less—it’s almost miraculous. Fufu… sorry, you two. I’m surprised and… a bit excited.”

Her true feelings were unclear, but she wasn’t condemning our relationship.

“Of course, I won’t pry into details you don’t want to share or say anything myself. I thought you two were close, but dating in high school… maybe I was the only one who didn’t know?”

Shina-senpai’s gaze shifted elsewhere. Kizaki-san, flustered, said, “N-No! I didn’t know much either, um…” and explained.

“…Th-There were rumors in my class that Sato-kun was dating two girls from his class, so I was curious if it was true…”

So that’s what she meant by “true.” Rumors spread fast, especially in this world’s gender ratio. Even a plain guy like me was subject to them.

“But an actual romantic relationship… the city really is advanced… what do I do…”

Kizaki-san came from a more remote area, I recalled. Even in a world where dating is rare, her reaction was new to me, and I wasn’t sure how to respond.

While Kizaki-san pondered, hand on cheek, Shina-senpai said, “Two, huh…” then looked at us. I worried about club rules against dating or damaging my reputation, but her words were different.

“…Sato-kun’s a bit of an unusual guy, isn’t he? That’s probably why he joined our club and wants to come to the camp.”

Her smile was soft, with surprise but no judgment, even for a beauty-and-beast pair like Maki-san and me.

“And the other girl… is it the one I met on the rooftop?”

Right, Shina-senpai had met Asagi-san when delivering club papers, just before Asagi-san’s confession. My memories of that time were hazy.

“Yes, that’s right,” I replied. She said, “Fufu, I see… I feel like I’m facing an incredible guy,” then turned to Maki-san.

“…But that makes me a bit curious,” she prefaced, then asked.

“Are you okay with it, Yamamoto-san? I imagined a girl with a boyfriend wouldn’t bring him to a place with other girls… If you’re being considerate of me…”

Shina-senpai asked with concern, perhaps worried she’d unintentionally pressured Maki-san as a senior.

Of course, I wanted to join the camp of my own will, with Maki-san’s permission—it was my selfish desire.

“Um, I don’t want to control Sato-kun or anything… I know it’s not my place, but if he wants to go somewhere, I think I should support him… and Asagi, the other girl, feels the same…”

Maki-san belittled herself but spoke for me. Sharing our mutual understanding felt ticklish, but I couldn’t stop her from expressing her thoughts.

Her flushed words prompted Shina-senpai to murmur, “…This is quite a story,” while Kizaki-san repeated, “What do I do…”

I knew I couldn’t let Maki-san do all the talking.

“Um, when Maki-san told me about the camp… I wanted to join. The seniors always accept a guy like me, so I might be getting carried away… I hope I won’t be a bother, but is it okay if I join…?”

I worried about a couple intruding on a mostly female space and being rejected.

“‘Maki-san,’ huh? That’s what you call her,” Shina-senpai noted, making me realize I’d used her first name. I usually called her “Yamamoto-san” at school to avoid exposing our closeness, but I’d slipped in the moment.

“A couple like in novels… you really trust each other, and Asagi too.”

Shina-senpai, almost amused, glanced at Kizaki-san before addressing us.

“Sorry, you two. I never expected to meet a guy like this, so I got a bit carried away. If I made you think otherwise, I’m sorry, but you’re not overstepping, and you’re definitely not a bother. We want both you and Yamamoto-san to come.”

She bowed deeply, but I was the one who should thank her for allowing a guy into a mostly female camp, especially since it might complicate arrangements.

“As for your relationship, we won’t spread it unless you want us to… though, with rumors in the first-year classes, it might reach the second-years. Ami’s pretty tuned into gossip, so she might know.”

I didn’t mind sharing our relationship, but I needed to check with Maki-san and Asagi-san. In my old world, girls might badmouth disliked guys, and I was likely a target. But here, I’d seen no malice around me.

Still, if rumors were spreading among first-years, was Maki-san okay? How fast were they spreading?

With those questions, I looked at Kizaki-san.

“N-Name calling… what do I do…”

Her muttering wasn’t accusatory, I hoped. When she said, “I-I hope I’m not a bother joining!” it risked a circular argument.

Eventually, Kizaki-san calmed and spoke to us.

“I-I might be a bother, but… I’ll join… haa…”

Our “You’re not a bother” overlapped, and we settled on participating. I understood Kizaki-san’s excessive humility toward me.

“Earlier, sorry… I panicked and messed up. Senpai and Kizaki-san are kind, so it’s fine, but… they might think, ‘Sato-kun’s with a girl like her,’ lowering your reputation.”

On the way home, Maki-san apologized unnecessarily, and I replied, “N-No, it’s totally fine! You don’t need to think that!” But she genuinely worried about classmates seeing me oddly.

If anything, her dating me might make others think she has bad taste, yet she didn’t hide it from classmates or seniors—neither did Asagi-san.

“…I’m the one who needs to make sure people don’t think your taste is bad… I have to try to be confident…”

“Eh, no way anyone would think that! You don’t need to try…”

To me, she’s cute, kind, with a mature, sexy figure. I’m the one who doesn’t match up.

But in this world, with fewer men and stronger female desires, I’m in this situation. In my old world, guys would envy me, but here, it’s curious gazes.

There’s no malice around me yet. If anyone criticized Maki-san, I’d take all the blame.

“…Sato-kun, don’t push yourself, okay? If anything happens, tell me.”

Maki-san’s kindness shone through.

“…Thanks, Maki-san. You too… I’m unreliable, but tell me.”

If I only relied on their protection without growing, they’d tire of me—a fate worse than hell, I realized.

The next day, test prep began, halting such moments. Club activities paused, so I studied alone at home.

“I want to study with you and Maki at my place, but… I’d probably get too clingy. That might disturb everyone, so maybe I should hold back during tests. But if you want to do something, just say, okay?”

On the way home, Asagi-san told Maki-san and me this. Her clinginess would lead to touching, then something erotic.

Maki-san whispered, “A-Asagi, so sudden…” Asagi-san was the most forward of my lovers, in both romantic and sexual ways.

Laughing, “Fufu,” she looked at me and continued.

“But once summer break starts, I want to hang out! Summer festivals might be crowded, but going in yukata or traveling far… and maybe something naughty… ♡”

Her expectant gaze, with her braided black hair and youthful beauty, stirred memories. Her small lips and C-cup breasts under a thin blouse were vivid.

She entrusted her body to me, offering sweet invitations I could never refuse.

“…Th-Thanks, I… yeah,” I replied. Grinning, Asagi-san said, “Let’s talk when club plans are set?” ending the topic. Maki-san, blushing, murmured, “So bold… uuu…”

Despite such suggestive exchanges, test prep passed mostly individually. Asagi-san and Maki-san wanted to focus on studies, and complaining would be absurd.

Still, they asked me about tough topics after school or messaged briefly before bed. Their time for me was a miracle.

In this pseudo-isekai, my only cheat-like ability was academics. I felt it again after finishing math, the last subject.

Having studied once and read textbooks as escapism even after graduating, tests weren’t too hard. Not perfect, but I managed first-year material with decent study.

“Finally done… math went okay, I think I did alright…”

After homeroom, the class buzzed with relief. Asagi-san, in front of me, spoke up. As others left for clubs or fun, she slumped on my desk, looking relieved.

“Haa… I’m drained. Club’s just a meeting today, so maybe I’ll go home and sleep.”

She twirled her braid’s ends. I saw her breasts squished on the desk, but like her, I was tired—not used to consecutive exams, feeling my stamina’s lack.

Our academic senses differed, so I thought to go straight home. Then Maki-san approached.

“…Um, Sato-kun? Arai-sensei wants you in the staff room… she said no rush, though.”

Arai-sensei, our homeroom and Japanese teacher, was a friendly, early-thirties woman with loose perms. I hadn’t talked to her much.

Realistically, I only saw her in class or homeroom, and I wasn’t bold enough for more. Being called suddenly surprised and worried me—had I done something wrong?

Maki-san offered to wait, but I didn’t want to waste her time, telling her to go if I was late. I also wondered why Arai-sensei relayed the message through her.

“Sorry for the sudden call. I thought talking directly might make others think something’s up, so I asked Yamamoto-san, who’s often with you.”

In the staff room, Arai-sensei had me sit nearby and started talking. I hadn’t committed a crime, but my heart raced.

She used polite speech in class, but now, one-on-one, her tone was casual.

“Fujita-sensei, the literature club’s advisor, consulted me. She said a boy’s joining the club’s camp.”

Fujita-sensei, the club’s advisor, was a married woman in her fifties I’d never met, as she taught third-years.

“But Fujita-sensei booked a trip with her husband during the camp. Normally, girls-only camps don’t need chaperones, but with you, a boy, they think a teacher should be there besides security.”

I understood and realized things would be simpler if I didn’t go.

“Oh, then I’ll skip—”

“No, that’s not right. You want to join, right? Bi-chan—er, Shina-san said so. We can’t cancel that for our convenience… so, after talking with Fujita-sensei and Shina-san, we decided.”

She paused, then stated her conclusion.

“I’ll chaperone instead. It’s accessible by train and bus, but a boy staying overnight needs an adult. I’ll prepare parent materials too.”

She handed me camp info sheets, saying, “I heard you’re a boy comfortable with girls, but joining this too, huh?” with a surprised tone.

“Bi-chan was my student last year, so I know her well. I’m free then, so it’s fine. Just checking if you’re okay with me coming.”

I didn’t think she needed my approval. I was causing her extra work, so I should feel sorry.

She wasn’t a bullying teacher but a kind one volunteering to chaperone, so I couldn’t say no.

“Y-Yes, I’m the one causing trouble…” I started, but she laughed, “Fufu, don’t be so stiff. I’ll enjoy myself a bit too, without getting in the way.”

Her consideration showed teachers’ thoughtfulness. In my old world, I saw them as enemies, too gloomy to seek help. Now, I wondered if talking could’ve changed things.

For now, I focused on the present. Seniors, peers, and teachers like Arai-sensei were letting me live my youth, all miraculous women, including Maki-san.

But I lacked resistance to their unguarded selves. Despite trying not to, I kept glancing at visible bras or chest curves.

Even Arai-sensei’s light blue blouse, likely casual, emphasized her C-cup chest naturally, a bad habit of mine to estimate.

Forcing my gaze up, I said, “Th-Thank you!” She smiled. The one-night, two-day camp she’d chaperone was set for early August, a summer of promises unlike my old world, now fast approaching.