A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 95

Chapter 95: The Start of Summer, The Start of the Camp

Summer break began with me fumbling to figure out what I should do. Without meeting Asagi-san or Maki-san at school, I saw more of Yukari-san and Yuki at home.

Already bad at conversation, the change in frequency made me overthink my behavior. Should I send lover-like messages daily, move quickly to help with chores, or visit their rooms to tutor them? My mind swirled with dilemmas.

But despite my indecision, Asagi-san messaged me every night, sometimes asking, “Can I call?” Her cute voice filled my ears with joy.

I couldn’t believe she found our chats fun. Yet, talking about club or homework, she seemed genuinely happy, so I tried to hold decent conversations.

Once, though, she asked, “…Shun-kun, are you still keeping my underwear?” and I panicked.

It’s true I’d used her C-to-D-cup bra for… personal reasons, and she knew. She didn’t ask for it back, even sounding pleased when I said, “…Y-Yeah, I’m keeping it safe.”

“Good… ♡ Sorry, I keep thinking naughty things, but forgive me, okay? Fufu ♡”

Her bold, erotic charm made me hard even over the phone.

Maki-san, too, messaged me, checking if it was a bother. Apparently, Shina-senpai asked her about me—not out of pure interest, but things like what I dislike or what counts as harassment, as if afraid of upsetting me.

My participation as a guy must be causing them concern. But they shouldn’t treat me so delicately—Maki-san and Kizaki-san, fellow first-years, deserve the spotlight.

Even in this male-centric world, I’d be happy just being treated as human.

Whenever Shina-senpai asked, Maki-san checked with me, “Is it okay to tell her?” She was mindful of my privacy, but I had no secrets—let her share how she sees me.

Yukari-san, like during spring break, came when Mom was out. I learned Mom works at a law firm as a secretary-like role, usually weekdays but sometimes irregular due to cases.

Her boss, a college friend, is flexible but demanding when busy, Mom once laughed. Their relationship seems good.

When Mom’s gone, Yukari-san cooks three meals, and we often eat together. I should make lunch myself, but Yukari-san insists, “No! It’s my job!” preparing delicious food daily.

With summer break, I spend more time with her. But I can’t get used to a beautiful, curvy woman at home—I need to do more than chores.

Her September birthday clearly demands a meaningful gesture. A lewd repeat of Maki-san’s gift is wishful thinking; I need a proper plan.

Yet, living with Yukari-san, I can’t help noticing her shapely breasts and firm butt through jeans. I can’t stop using those sights for… personal moments.

Yuki, as usual, studies in her room or attends tutoring. But she makes time for family, eating breakfast and dinner together.

“Today, I tried a long reading passage and solved it way faster than before!”

Her bright reports get only lame responses from me, “U-Uh, good job, Yuki.” Yet she beams, “Nihehe,” her adorable smile warming my heart, too precious for me.

But she also unsettles me. On the sofa, she clings to me, like now, looking up and saying, “Ehehe, Shun-nii, can I stay like this a bit?”

Her post-bath sweet scent, budding no-bra breasts, and close, plump lips always rattle me.

I try not to get hard, but I’ll never get used to her alluring touch. Still, I can’t let lust push me to bother her. Right now, as she cuddles on the sofa, I must treat her as a sister to protect. I can deal with my arousal later.

Amid my lovers’ kindness and nearby temptations, early summer break passed.

I tackled homework early, considering later plans, far richer than my old world’s empty summers spent holed up, with fun events a distant dream.

Asagi-san mentioned going somewhere in yukata, saying, “I’d love to see Shun-kun in one!” I can’t imagine my appearance being worth it, but her flattery, even if just kind, is appreciated.

Plans piled up, though unconfirmed. The first step, the literature club camp, arrived.

Around 10 a.m., I left with Maki-san, who came to pick me up. Mom saw us off, saying, “Have fun, Shun-kun, and Maki-chan too… fufu, take care, okay?”

“Hy-Hyai! It’s fine!” Maki-san replied cutely as we walked through the neighborhood. We’d meet at the station, then take a train to the camp’s nearest stop.

“Haa… I’m kinda nervous. They said it’s mostly for fun, but… sleeping over with everyone…”

They’d sent play equipment ahead (mostly Asai-senpai’s doing), aiming for bonding fun. But even with kind people, it’s a high hurdle for me.

“I’ve barely played tennis… I wonder if I’ll be okay. Ishikawa-senpai plays outside school, I heard…”

Maki-san said Shina-senpai mentioned the first day’s free use of the camp’s tennis court and field, with rackets available for various sports. Asai-senpai had instructed us to bring athletic clothes.

Shina-senpai also asked Maki-san, “Would Sato-kun mind exercising with everyone?” I wouldn’t, but my athletic ineptitude was the real issue.

I’d been asked about my boundaries, answering “It’s fine” to everything, though some questions stirred base desires.

“It’s hot, so they confirmed it’s okay to wear light clothes… I’m kinda glad. Usually, guys don’t like women showing skin, so Senpai was worried…”

In this world, men often dislike women’s skin exposure. They must’ve been concerned about how to dress around me for two days.

Honestly, that question startled me. Normally, saying, “It’s summer, so light clothes are fine,” would be harassment, a lingering sense from my old world.

“Sato-kun said he doesn’t mind, so I told Senpai… I didn’t wear anything over this either. But Shina-senpai’s so stylish… I don’t want to stand next to her… uuu…”

Blushing, Maki-san wore just a light blue top, her large chest prominent, with faint underwear patterns visible. Under the sun, my lust flared, but despite noticing my gaze, she didn’t hide or scold.

I had to counter her self-deprecation.

“…N-No, I think… Maki-san’s style is amazing!”

My clumsy, almost harassing words made her flush, “Fweh, th-that’s…!”

In that airy mood, we reached the station meeting point.

“…Looks like everyone’s here. I’ll watch from the back, so Bi-chan, take it from here.”

Arai-sensei, our chaperone, handed things to Shina-senpai. “Sensei, please chaperone properly,” Shina-senpai teased, but with a resigned look, she led us.

Excluding Ishikawa-senpai, who’d join at the destination, six of us boarded the train. Not a commuter long-seat but one with facing seats, it felt like a short trip, though my nerves dominated.

“…Good thing the train’s not too crowded. If your legs get tired, feel free to stretch them, okay?”

My fear wasn’t just conversation but where to look. In our box seats, split three and three, I faced Maki-san and Shina-senpai, who spoke kindly.

But her “light clothing” was the issue. Like Maki-san, she wore nothing over her white T-shirt, her full chest’s shape clear, with a gray bra visible underneath.

In this world, women avoid skin exposure to please men but seem less aware of see-through bras. I doubt they’re teasing me on purpose.

Maybe men here care less about underwear, so precautions are minimal—a contradiction, but still erotic.

Their unguarded forms were a feast for the eyes but made talking hard. “Y-Yes, thank you!” I replied, my gaze nearly drifting to non-lover underwear.

Conversing while staring at Shina-senpai’s beautiful face wasn’t easy either.

It wasn’t just her. Asai-senpai and Kizaki-san in the next box, likely informed by Shina-senpai or Maki-san, wore summery outfits too.

“Hey, Akane-chan, let’s play tennis first! I need to beat Akiyo-senpai this year, so warm up with me, please?”

“Y-Yes… but I’m not that good…”

Their senior-junior exchange showed unhidden body lines. Both slender, their feminine curves and glossy skin were noticeable from the start.

Asai-senpai, ready for sports, wore a blue sports bra, giving an almost forbidden vibe.

I knew it was wrong to feel this way about a senpai, but her cute, small-animal charm was undeniable.

To my thirty-something self, everyone here was a vibrant high school girl. Only Arai-sensei, in the next box, wore a proper blouse, likely casual, with no visible underwear.

But I couldn’t just stare at her. I could only give awkward replies to the two in front of me.

Shina-senpai’s shapely large breasts and Maki-san’s extraordinary ones—clothed but luxurious—stayed before me the whole ride.

By the time we reached the camp’s station, my heart was worn out. It was my fault, seeing everything sexually.

Ishikawa-senpai joined us, and we’d take a bus next. Like at the cherry blossom viewing, she’d made sandwiches, delighting everyone.

“Since I’ll probably play tennis with Ami, everyone can eat and watch.”

Her calm tone matched her sporty outfit, including a sports bra. Her long black hair and beauty drew my eyes, but I forced myself to look away once.

Asai-senpai, meanwhile, was fired up, “Fufufu, this year’s my revenge!” The lively mood was something I’d never have felt in my old world, precious to me.

I couldn’t let see-through bras distract me and miss bonding. Getting caught thinking lewdly and disliked was my fear.

But my resolve felt fragile, like sand, and surrounded by cute girls, including Maki-san, I didn’t know how I’d fare.

Carrying my fears and newfound luxury, the bus took us to the camp’s stop.

*

At the camp, we were assigned rooms in the pension-like building.

With seven rooms and seven people, including Arai-sensei, it was straightforward. I, Maki-san, and Arai-sensei got first-floor rooms, while the three senpais and Kizaki-san took the second floor.

The building, facing a large field, had a communal room and two bathhouses. Because of me, one became male-only, and I felt bad using it alone but couldn’t invite others.

“Alright, change if you need to, then let’s play tennis! Akane-chan, you’re first!”

Asai-senpai’s bright declaration sent us to our rooms to change. I’d brought functional athletic clothes, but unsure of others’ attire, I was nervous.

In a T-shirt and shorts from home, I worried about being an eyesore.

Checking myself in the room’s mirror took courage—I wasn’t a handsome guy qualified to play with girls.

But I had to aim to enjoy time with them. Steeling myself, I left to join the lovely girls and head to the tennis court.