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

Chapter 97: A Conversation with Senpai, Gravity’s Prank

I wondered why Shina-senpai was apologizing, but since she was covering herself, I had to do the same. Just before blood rushed to my lower half, I wrapped the towel from my shoulder around my waist.

But Shina-senpai, who’d been cleaning, had no towel—likely in the changing room. Crouched and looking down, she murmured softly.

“…I thought you were enjoying the camp, but because of me… what should I do…”

She glanced at me, gauging my reaction, then seemed to make up her mind, meeting my eyes.

“…I’m really sorry, Sato-kun… I should’ve told you I’d clean at this hour, or thought it’d be fine this early… At least I should’ve worn a T-shirt… No, that’s just an excuse now.”

As she spoke, she hugged her chest tighter. Her undeniably large breasts shifted shape, firm yet clearly soft.

Since she was crouched, I couldn’t help looking down at her cleavage. I needed to focus on her face, but that prominent line kept pulling my gaze.

Still, I had to apologize properly—it was my fault.

“No! I should’ve checked before coming in! I wasn’t thinking, Shina-senpai, I’m so sorry…!”

I couldn’t say I saw her naked outright. For someone like me, not even a lover, to see her bare could be a huge shock. Unlike with Asagi-san or Maki-san, this wasn’t consensual exposure.

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“…Why is Sato-kun apologizing…? Even though I showed you something like this, you don’t seem disgusted… Please don’t apologize; I should’ve left right away.”

Shina-senpai seemed confused by my apology. Her body, beautiful enough not to be shown in such a mishap, didn’t warrant her shame.

“N-No way… You might be shocked because someone like me saw you… If I hadn’t thought to take a morning bath…”

I was certain I was at fault, but she looked taken aback, almost lost in thought. A naked, crouching woman was both beautiful and utterly vulnerable.

To look away and help her cover up, I had an idea.

“Ah, I’ll get a bath towel!”

I recalled spare towels in the changing room. As the one with my privates covered, I should fetch one.

“Eh, no, I’ll leave right away!” she said, but I was already dashing for a towel. I was focused on covering her, wanting to convey I wasn’t disgusted and she didn’t need to apologize.

I realized later I could’ve said that after leaving the bathhouse. I’m so weak to unexpected situations.

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Bringing the towel trapped Shina-senpai into staying. When I tried to leave after she wrapped it around herself, she stopped me.

“Sato-kun came to soak… I shouldn’t interrupt that.”

Covering from chest to thighs, she turned on the faucet to prepare the bath. “I’ll wait outside so I don’t bother you and clean later,” she said, starting to leave.

But I stopped her. Making her wait to clean after my bath was a waste of time and beyond apologetic.

After a brief back-and-forth, we settled on me soaking with my back to the bath’s edge while she hurriedly cleaned behind me. I avoided looking at her.

Even with a towel, staring at a half-naked woman was unfair.

Being in a bathhouse with a stunning senpai was inherently erotic. My imagination alone hardened me, my towel nearly lifting.

“…Sato-kun, even seeing so much skin… doesn’t it make you uncomfortable?” Shina-senpai asked cautiously while scrubbing the floor with the deck brush.

Fearing she’d noticed my arousal, I turned. Realizing I shouldn’t, I said, “Ah, sorry!” and faced forward again. But I’d glimpsed her protruding chest through the towel and thighs it couldn’t fully cover.

“It’s not something for you to apologize for,” she said from behind, her voice a mix of anxiety and genuine curiosity, not teasing.

“…Before the camp, we asked Yamamoto-san if you were okay with light clothing, but I was skeptical. Yet, even in this situation, you don’t seem repulsed, so I wanted to ask.”

Asagi-san and Maki-san had asked similar questions, unique to this world. In this scenario, I couldn’t lie.

“Y-Yes… It might be normal to mind, but I don’t. I was worried saying light clothes are fine would make me seem creepy…”

Having seen each other naked, I couldn’t hide it. She murmured, “No, I don’t think it’s creepy… I see…” then I heard footsteps through the water, her voice closer.

“…As expected, a guy dating girls like Yamamoto-san is different. I’d read about it in novels, but meeting someone like you is new… Honestly, I’m intrigued. Sorry if that offends.”

The scrubbing stopped; she seemed focused on our talk. But with her half-naked behind me, I struggled to suppress my towel-covered erection.

“I-I’m not some great guy…” I replied honestly, trying to distract myself. Yet she said, “No, really… you’re like a novel character.”

I asked something that bugged me.

“…But, um, it’s surprising… Shina-senpai, you’re kind and seem like you’d be popular with guys…”

It might’ve been rude, but her lack of romantic chances shocked me. A beautiful, kind, stylish woman should spark a frenzy, gender ratio or not. I stopped short of saying “beautiful.”

She murmured, “…Popular, huh,” then answered.

“…Honestly, I’ve gotten love letters from girls a few times… But I wasn’t interested, and guys seem to avoid such interactions with girls.”

Girls getting love letters from girls sounded like an all-girls’ school thing. Yet it happened in this co-ed world, clashing with my norms.

Making such a woman stand while I soaked, talking with my back turned, felt arrogant. I wanted to face her but feared staring, torn by conflict.

“Sato-kun, can I ask one thing? If it bothers you, please say so.”

Her voice came from right behind—maybe too close.

I didn’t know what she’d ask, but I knew she wouldn’t say anything cruel. “Y-Yes, anything’s fine…” I replied.

“…I write novels and submit them to publishers. Akiyo and Ami know, but I don’t advertise it to underclassmen; it’s a hobby.”

I’d noticed her typing on her PC. Her initiative, submitting as a high schooler, was something I lacked.

“But I struggle with… youth, romantic scenes. Online anecdotes are hard to trust.”

I waited, unsure where this was going. Then she asked.

“…I won’t pry, but if it’s okay… I’d love to hear about where lovers go, what they talk about, for my writing. It might be unfair to call it research, and I said I wouldn’t dig, so I’m sorry.”

Though I couldn’t see her, she added, “Of course, I’ll get Yamamoto-san’s consent too… since I’m asking this.”

I felt it was wrong to answer like this as a junior. Trying not to look at her body, I slowly turned.

“Eh, Sato-kun…?” she said, surprised but not repulsed.

I spoke, aiming for her beautiful eyes.

“…It’s not unfair at all! If my experiences help, with Maki-san’s consent, I’d be happy to talk with you, Shina-senpai…!”

My words shifted slightly, but they were sincere. I’d tell Maki-san, and I wouldn’t share anything she didn’t want.

After a brief stare, Shina-senpai looked away. Staring probably wasn’t pleasant, and I worried I’d upset her.

“…S-Sorry, for staring like that!”

Despite my fault, her kindness shone through.

School senpais in my old world seemed like bullies laughing behind my back. But here, I was surrounded by stunning women who talked to me.

Including Maki-san, Shina-senpai repeatedly thanked us for agreeing to share, still crouched by the tub, talking. I briefly mentioned wanting to bond with girls like guys, my lack of confidence in being fun, and my gratitude for the senpais’ engagement.

But as she nodded, her short towel rode up, exposing her thighs. Maybe a backlash from restraining my gaze earlier, I nearly glanced at her plump, feminine parts.

The tub’s low edge revealed not just her toned thighs but the shadowed triangle between them. My lustful thoughts surged, imagining more.

When Shina-senpai gasped, “…Ah!” my heart raced, and I jerked my gaze away.

“Sorry, I kept you talking and soaking too long. I’ll drain the tub, so don’t worry about me and get out when you want.”

She didn’t scold my creepy gaze, and I’d soaked enough. Since she said so, I should comply. I wanted to clean, but her “It’s the president’s job” made arguing pointless.

“…Th-Thank you, I’ll go!”

Bowing slightly, I stood from the tub.

Splashing out, the slight strain—or loose knot—caused my towel to slip off. If only it had caught on me, but the wet towel sank under gravity’s pull.

“…!” A wordless sound came from Shina-senpai. Bowing, I saw my own erection, revived by my earlier lustful gaze.

Panicking, I grabbed the floating towel, covering just the front.

But it was too late. Glancing at her, I saw her blinking, staring at my towel-covered erection.

“S-Sorry! For showing something dirty!” I shouted, voice cracking.

No excuse could hide that I’d gotten hard during our talk. I’d lusted after her, despite her kindness across our gender gap.

Yet she said nothing.

Looking up, I saw her dazed, her gaze fixed on my erection through the towel.

“I-It’s my first time seeing…” her soft murmur reached me in our solitude. Her flustered look hardened me more. The more I tried to calm it, the more my eyes drifted to her towel-clad body.

Wondering what would happen, desperate to resolve this, she looked away.

“…Ah! I-It’s okay! You’re not at fault, Sato-kun! I’m the one who…”

I apologized repeatedly, but I’d made the worst mistake. I should’ve groveled.

“I’m really… so sorry…”

Yet Shina-senpai not only didn’t blame me but apologized needlessly. I had to make it clear she didn’t need to.

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Back in the tub, I insisted, “I didn’t tie the towel properly, so it’s my fault. I’m the one who should apologize!” and managed to settle it.

It was true—she had no reason to apologize. Though she murmured, “…I’m sorry…” looking down, I couldn’t let her feel guilty.

“Like we talked about, I want to keep talking with you, Shina-senpai!”

I reiterated, and her “…If you say that, thank you, Sato-kun…” finally eased my tension.

We couldn’t leave together, so I headed to the changing room first. Looking back, another locker was used—another sign I should’ve been more careful.

I shook off thoughts of her clothes there, quickly dried off, shouted, “Sh-Shina-senpai, I’m leaving!” through the door, and returned to my room.