A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 96

Chapter 96: The Morning of the Second Day, A Faint Cherry Blossom Hue

On one of the two tennis courts, Asai-senpai and Kizaki-san were playing a mini-game, while Ishikawa-senpai refereed, munching on a sandwich. I heard Ishikawa-senpai was experienced, still occasionally playing at a tennis club despite not being in one at school.

Asai-senpai, who suffered a crushing defeat to Ishikawa-senpai at last year’s camp, was determined to do better. “First, I’ll face Akane-chan for a warm-up match, and if I win, I’ll challenge Akiyo-senpai! So save my sandwich!” she declared, starting her match with Kizaki-san.

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However, Asai-senpai’s plan fell apart spectacularly.

“Haa, haa, Akane-chan, you’re too strong… I can’t win at all…”

“S-Sorry! I wasn’t reading the mood, was I?”

Asai-senpai collapsed, while Kizaki-san, in a polo shirt, apologized profusely. But as Shina-senpai said nearby, “No, no, it’s not like that. I didn’t expect her to be this unbeatable,” there was no need for Kizaki-san to feel bad.

Even to my amateur eyes, the skill gap was clear. If Asai-senpai was a “decent hobbyist,” Kizaki-san moved like a “strong club athlete.” Shina-senpai laughed, “I’d probably get crushed easily too.”

Watching Kizaki-san’s graceful movements, her neatly trimmed black hair swaying as she swung her racket with focus, I thought she’d have been popular in my old world—a fairy on the tennis court, appealing to both guys and girls.

It hit me again that a beauty like her would normally be unreachable for someone like me. Meanwhile, Asai-senpai, lying flat from exhaustion, groaned, “Uuu… Akane-chan said she was a reserve… I was tricked…”

I later learned Kizaki-san was in the soft tennis club in middle school, at a fairly strong school. Being a reserve there meant she was still impressive. Asai-senpai likely only heard “middle school reserve.”

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“If that’s the case, Akane-chan should challenge Akiyo-senpai instead… I’ll ref, so take my revenge!” Asai-senpai said, standing and giving a thumbs-up before slumping onto a courtside chair. Kizaki-san’s “Ehh, why me?!” echoed as Ishikawa-senpai, done with her sandwich, approached slowly.

“…Then, me next.”

What was this “found a rival” vibe? As their match began, I spent my time watching their intense game or playing leisurely tennis with Shina-senpai and Maki-san.

The atmosphere was relaxed, but stimulating. Both wore sports bras, reducing chest movement but fitting snugly, drawing my gaze.

During breaks, Shina-senpai, in a gray sports bra under a thin athletic shirt, checked on me. Her prominent chest, too bold to call her a sporty girl, was almost within reach.

“Sato-kun, you’ve got surprising stamina, if I may say. But if it’s hot or you’re tired, rest, okay?”

Flustered, I replied, “Y-Yes, I’m fine!” Playing sports with girls was a first, and their unguarded closeness made me paranoid about my gaze being noticed.

“Haa, Senpai, I don’t have much stamina… can I rest a bit?” Maki-san asked.

Shina-senpai might not have noticed my glances, but Maki-san, resting on a bench, might have. Her G-cup breasts, even in a white sports bra and matching shirt, jiggled slightly, and I couldn’t help my lustful looks.

It wasn’t an erotic situation, yet their stunning figures kept me unsettled. Meanwhile, the neighboring court’s match ended with a heated handshake.

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“What a match! If Akane-chan had landed that big home run, it could’ve been Akiyo-senpai’s first loss—so close!” Asai-senpai said.

“Uuu… I was out of stamina then… I’m not confident in endurance…” Kizaki-san replied.

After Ishikawa-senpai’s narrow victory, we moved to the field, enjoying badminton, mini-soccer, and even tag. The storage room was like a gym warehouse, stocked with equipment.

While some moments were competitive, the vibe was mostly chill. The senpais, perhaps mindful of me, took breaks, helping my low stamina.

Eating Ishikawa-senpai’s sandwiches and chatting about what to do next felt gentle. But surrounded by sweaty, lovely girls in athletic wear, I couldn’t help looking down.

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Mixing sports, games, and breaks, time flew. The already cool day became pleasant by evening, and we returned to the building.

“We used some club funds, but with so much play, we wouldn’t have energy to cook dinner,” Shina-senpai said, serving food for us first-years. I should’ve helped as a junior or the only guy, but she smiled, “It’s the club president’s job,” her beauty humbling me.

I was surprised a public school facility provided proper dinners. I’d assumed we’d handle minimal prep ourselves, but my camp inexperience showed. More importantly, eating with a big group had a lively vibe, different from family meals.

I worried if a guy like me belonged in this vibrant space. Yet Asai-senpai’s “Sato-kun, you get seconds too, huh?” and Ishikawa-senpai’s competitive refills showed they included me, even engaging me.

I leaned into their kindness, grateful they created this atmosphere without showing discomfort at my presence.

After dinner, we drifted toward bathing. No strict schedule, but Asai-senpai’s “Let’s game in the common room after baths!” set the timing.

The two bathhouses, A and B, could fit seven each. The girls could all use one, while I’d take the other alone, still feeling guilty.

The facility staff prepared the evening bath, and we could fill it ourselves for morning use. Arai-sensei said, “I might do a morning bath,” but Shina-senpai teased, “Didn’t you say you’re terrible with mornings?”

“Cleaning’s done by staff after we leave, but since we use this place yearly, a light clean-up helps. As president, I’ll do it,” Shina-senpai said.

“So reliable, Senpai!” Asai-senpai cheered.

“…But next year, Ami’s definitely doing it,” Shina-senpai added.

“No way!” Asai-senpai protested.

Their banter was like a comedy duo. With Asai-senpai as a key second-year, it was expected. She wasn’t truly upset.

Hearing the girls plan to bathe together, I headed to bathhouse A, double-checking to avoid mistakes, and faced the wide changing room’s motion-sensor lights.

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Soaking in hot water, I let out an old-man “Haaa…” My thirty-something roots showed, even in a young body.

The steamy shower-and-chair setup felt like a public bath, calming me. No one else would come, so no need to place my towel strategically. If someone did, it’d be a disaster.

Everyone else should be in bathhouse B. Arai-sensei might join later, but the girls could already be on the other side of the wall.

That thought wrecked me.

Do girls cover up with towels? Even as high schoolers, do they mess around? What do they talk about?

I had no way to know, and thinking was pointless. But then, I clearly heard girls’ voices.

“Eh, Maki-chan’s G-cup?! Bigger than Shina-senpai’s!” Asai-senpai exclaimed.

“S-Shina-senpai! Your voice is too loud!” Maki-san replied.

Panicking, I stood up. Their voices came from bathhouse B, the women’s bath.

Maki-san might’ve known I was here, as no more voices followed. Still, I learned they discussed such things, and Shina-senpai’s chest, though smaller than G-cup, was sizable.

My mind raced to the girls, possibly naked, beyond the wall. Why did Asai-senpai know Shina-senpai’s size? The proximity of potentially nude beauties stirred excitement.

But I couldn’t relieve myself here. Soaking longer, I suppressed lustful thoughts. Eavesdropping was out of the question.

Seeing post-bath girls while thinking this way risked an awkward erection, which I had to avoid.

Maki-san aside, these girls were for platonic bonding. Unlike Asagi-san or Maki-san, few would tolerate my lustful gaze.

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“Let’s battle! Sato-kun, have you played this game?” Asai-senpai said, setting up a console.

Post-bath, everyone’s slightly wet hair made them more alluring. In T-shirt pajamas, their body lines were clear, like before.

I tried not to look lustfully, but gaming meant side glances or close proximity during board games, making my heart race. Partygoers live in this thrilling world, I thought, intimidated.

The senpais and Kizaki-san kept some distance, maybe out of consideration or discomfort. Even with visible underwear, if I didn’t stare, it wasn’t distracting.

“…Um, Kizaki-san, your turn…”

“Eh, y-yes! Sorry, it’s my turn! W-Which way do I go…?”

Kizaki-san, slightly spaced out, panicked at my call. She kept the furthest distance, not out of dislike, I hoped, but it seemed tough for gaming. I couldn’t say, “Come closer.”

I knew it wasn’t my place, but Kizaki-san could be more assertive. I should be grateful for any talk, yet she seemed nervous around me.

Despite such worries, gaming together was undeniably happy. It was a party game I’d played with Yuki, so I could join without ruining the vibe—a stroke of luck.

These experiences helped me. Feeling this, I enjoyed the common room until nearly 11 p.m., when everyone got sleepy.

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“If you want to play all night, you can in your rooms, but no breakfast if you sleep past noon,” Arai-sensei said, returning to her room. She’d joined games occasionally, matching Ishikawa-senpai in fighting games. For a fun camp, strict rules weren’t needed—just don’t leave the building.

Asai-senpai was heatedly playing a tennis game with Kizaki-san, who dominated even virtually. “I don’t want to lose here!” Asai-senpai said, collapsing after losing the final match.

Girls gaming was a sight I never thought I’d see, fresh to me. Asai-senpai groaned, “Why can’t I win here either…” while Kizaki-san apologized.

I hadn’t talked much with Kizaki-san, but today, her tennis skill and other sides made me feel a slight connection.

“Okay, let’s head to our rooms? If you want to talk more, use the night, but we can’t keep you up,” Shina-senpai suggested, looking the most energetic, perhaps from her sports club past.

Asai-senpai was drained from her loss, and Ishikawa-senpai seemed sleepy. Neither I, Kizaki-san, nor Maki-san suggested staying to chat, so we dispersed.

Back in our rooms, it was free time—aka bedtime. A more outgoing guy might visit someone’s room, but that was a fantasy.

Visiting a cute girl’s room, even Maki-san’s, was tough. Group settings were fine, but alone, tension and lust would spike.

I’d bonded enough, I convinced myself, slipping into bed. I hadn’t relieved myself in two days but knew doing so during camp was wrong.

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Surprisingly, I woke at 5 a.m. Despite yesterday’s exercise, my body felt light—maybe gaining stamina. No wet dreams, thankfully.

Not sleepy enough for a second sleep, and with brunch at 10 a.m., no plans filled the gap.

I thought of a morning bath. I could fill the tub myself, a simple mechanism I’d seen yesterday. Others, like Arai-sensei, might bathe, but they’d use bathhouse B, so I’d be fine if careful.

Then, recalling Shina-senpai’s cleaning plan, I could sweep the bathhouse. I’d seen the cleaning closet, so I could bathe, clean, and meet everyone refreshed.

It was just following Shina-senpai’s lead, not praiseworthy, but cleaning ensured I wouldn’t offend with body odor.

Convincing myself, I grabbed bath supplies and headed to the first-floor bathhouse.

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The halls were empty, dawn light bright enough without lamps. The changing room’s motion-sensor lights, high-tech for a public camp, impressed me again.

With fewer boys, co-ed facilities might be well-funded. Thinking this, I absentmindedly undressed, tossing clothes into a nearby locker.

Alone, I didn’t cover my groin, slinging my towel over my shoulder.

Slightly groggy, I wasn’t sure if I turned on the bathhouse light before sliding the door open.

Stepping in, the floor was wet, as if someone had spilled water. Had someone used it? But I’m the only guy. My mind raced.

Then, a “clank” of something wooden falling echoed, followed by a familiar voice.

“…Ah, S-Sato-kun…?”

A deck brush lay on the floor. Its owner, clearly shaken, stared at me with beautiful eyes.

She was cleaning, as she’d mentioned. And that person was right before me—Shina-senpai, the literature club president.

She’d chosen 5 a.m. to clean, likely to avoid me, the only guy. I should’ve offered to clean, but her thoughtful plan to do it while I’d be asleep was ruined by my bath desire.

“…Ah, um, I was cleaning, thinking now was a good time…”

My thoughts stopped there for two reasons. First, my towel was over my shoulder, leaving my groin exposed.

Not erect, but exposing my dirty self to her felt like a crime—indecent exposure, coercion, my mind spiraled.

Even if this world didn’t see it that way, it was vile in my heart.

Second, her attire. Bathhouse cleaning outfits vary, but she likely avoided dirtying clothes. Without even a swimsuit, she’d been scrubbing the floor.

“Ah, so, I’m like this, but it’s not anything weird… aah…”

She was completely naked.

With the brush dropped, nothing covered Shina-senpai. The boyish beauty stood frozen, her nude body before me.

I should’ve looked away, but her stunned form shocked my brain.

Her large breasts, glimpsed through clothes, were bare—glossy skin, firm, and prominently jutting.

About 87 cm, perfectly hemispherical. Her faint cherry-pink areolas made me catch my breath.

As my focus nearly fixated, I remembered: I shouldn’t look, I must cover myself, and above all, apologize.

Nearly losing reason to lust, I bowed deeply, ready to apologize.

“I-I’m sorry!”

“S-Sorry, Sato-kun!”

Our words overlapped. Hesitantly raising my head, I saw her crouched, hugging her large chest to hide it, looking up at me with genuine anxiety.