A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 98

Chapter 98: The End of the Camp, A Welcome Home

Despite resisting my urges, by just before 10 a.m., I headed to the dining hall early. I hoped to catch Shina-senpai preparing breakfast, giving me a chance to apologize again.

I lacked the courage to go to her room, and I also wanted to help with tasks as a small atonement, though I knew it was a self-serving thought.

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As expected, Shina-senpai, in a T-shirt, was already in the dining hall, wiping tables carefully. Staff were in the kitchen, but she was alone in view. Seeing me, she let out an “Ah!” and hurried over.

“G-Good morning, Sato-kun… Sorry, we’re not ready yet.”

She averted her gaze, slightly embarrassed. My eyes nearly drifted to her prominent chest, but I shook off the thought and replied, “N-No, I came early to help!” before bowing deeply.

“And, um, I’m sorry about this morning. It was my fault.”

She responded, “N-No, it’s fine! I’m the one who’s really sorry!” Her kindness made me feel unworthy, so I kept apologizing, overwriting her words.

I might seem persistent, but I didn’t know how to gauge it. This was a situation where even groveling might not suffice, yet she didn’t get angry.

“…Sato-kun, you’re really kind… You don’t need to apologize.”

She even allowed me to help, saying, “You mentioned helping… Could you assist with setting the table a bit?”

It should’ve been a shocking incident, but her personality kept things from turning sour. When we got close during prep, she’d say, “…Excuse me, passing by,” and work beside me.

Normally, people would avoid working with me or keep their distance. But, though cautious, she didn’t reject me and even approached when needed.

Her slender, beautiful arm stretched nearby, and her large breasts swayed under her T-shirt. Fresh from a shower, her sweet feminine scent wafted over.

“…S-Sato-kun, are you okay?”

When I zoned out, her concerned gaze and voice snapped me back. “S-Sorry, I’m fine!” I replied, following her instructions to keep working.

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Through the tasks, we eased the morning’s awkwardness and finished prep. Just then, footsteps echoed from the dining hall entrance.

“…Food…”

Ishikawa-senpai appeared, clearly sleepy.

Her hair was neat, but her loose T-shirt slipped, exposing her right shoulder. The careless, eye-catching look drew my gaze.

Beside me, Shina-senpai sighed, “…Akiyo, it’s your third year. Can you dress properly?” I wondered if this was her yearly camp habit.

Even half-asleep, her lack of panic around me felt beyond my understanding.

“Especially since Sato-kun’s here this year, at least wear the right size.”

“…Yeah… sorry… sleepy…”

While I zoned out, Shina-senpai adjusted Ishikawa-senpai’s clothes. The sight of two beautiful women was so lovely I questioned if I deserved to see it.

Soon, Asai-senpai, Maki-san, and Kizaki-san joined, and we started eating. As everyone ate curry, I noticed Ishikawa-senpai’s posture gradually straighten from my diagonal view.

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“…Before heading back to your rooms, listen up. About the cultural festival in late October,” Shina-senpai announced after we finished eating.

High school cultural festivals held no fond memories for me—just hiding in the library. I was anxious about what our class would do.

“Oh, we’re doing it again? The reading thing?” Asai-senpai, still sleepy, asked.

“Yes, as I mentioned to the first-years when you joined, the literature club makes and sells a club magazine yearly and holds a reading session in the afternoon,” Shina-senpai explained.

She shared details from a club presidents’ meeting about classroom assignments. The one-day festival included a solo reading performance in a small classroom, choosing a favorite story.

“Of course, if you’re shy or don’t want attention, you don’t have to read. But I’d like you to contribute to the magazine if possible. We don’t want it too thin.”

So, we should either write for the magazine or perform a reading. I’d heard this when joining and planned to write something, however poorly.

I was also curious about the solo reading. In my old world, I’d be mocked for trying, but here, I might be allowed a small challenge.

Still, unlike the girls, my reading might waste time. The festival was invite-only, but if strangers found my voice creepy, it could hurt the club’s reputation.

Noticing my hesitation, Shina-senpai looked at me. I feared she’d discourage me, but she said, “You can decide on reading later. I’d be happy if you did, though,” addressing all three first-years.

Her equal gaze felt slightly directed at me, perhaps wishful thinking. Her inclusion was deeply appreciated.

“For the magazine, essays or stories of any genre or length are fine. I’ll review them, so just mind privacy… Though, like last year, no filling it with smartphone game reviews,” she said, glancing at Asai-senpai.

“No way!” Asai-senpai exclaimed, likely the culprit.

Grateful for the warm atmosphere, I listened quietly as she continued.

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After cleaning dishes, we had until 1 p.m. departure to tidy rooms or play in the common room. Watching Asai-senpai and Kizaki-san’s tennis game or Ishikawa-senpai and Arai-sensei’s retro fighting game calmed me.

To my right, Maki-san muttered, “I’m not good at these…” Dressed to leave, her massive chest stretched her T-shirt, and I stole glances at her white bra’s faint outline.

It wasn’t flashy, but my lustful eyes couldn’t resist my lover’s oversized breasts.

“I’m not great at games either. Maybe after exams, I’ll try more,” Shina-senpai murmured to my left, her gray bra visible through her shirt. All the girls’ bras showed to varying degrees.

The camp felt bonding, but this surreal sight would linger for impure reasons.

“Ah, I can’t beat Akane-chan!” Asai-senpai collapsed, controller in hand, her white bra line visible from behind—a fixation I couldn’t shake.

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“Okay, we’re done here. I’m only chaperoning this far, so go straight home!” Arai-sensei declared at the school’s station concourse, ending the camp. Shina-senpai teased, “Sensei, it felt like you just had fun,” but she brushed it off.

Ishikawa-senpai had left at an earlier stop, and we parted with the others. Arai-sensei and Asai-senpai, whose stop was two stations away, were seen off by us. Asai-senpai’s enthusiastic wave, full of small-animal charm, flustered me.

At the gate, Shina-senpai and Kizaki-san went one way, Maki-san and I the other. On the train, I learned Shina-senpai lived nearby with her mom, while Kizaki-san lived alone in a school-recommended apartment.

“When I got into this school, my mom said I should try living alone… It’s no big deal,” Kizaki-san said modestly.

It was like a “high school boy living alone” in my old world, but her humility didn’t diminish her accomplishment. Even with a building manager, living alone was something I only did as an adult.

We parted with Shina-senpai and Kizaki-san.

“If anything comes up, I’ll contact you, but likely in September,” Shina-senpai said, hesitating slightly while looking at us. I braced, thinking she might mention the morning.

But she didn’t. Instead, she bowed deeply. “Thank you both for joining this time.”

As she left with Kizaki-san, who hurriedly said, “S-See you in the new term!” we parted ways.

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Maki-san and I walked through the neighborhood toward home.

“Um, Sato-kun… did you have fun?” she asked, a bit anxious.

“…Yeah, it was really fun. Thanks to you inviting me… Thank you,” I replied gratefully.

Maki-san, so kind to let me join a female-dominated camp despite being my lover, made me realize how much I relied on her. My longing for youth was fulfilled by her.

“Fweh, it’s not something to thank me for!” she said, treating my gratitude as unexpected, then continued slowly.

“I wanted you to get along with everyone… I thought you were enjoying it, so I’m glad… I might not be saying it well…”

Her relentless kindness warmed me, but I had something to confess.

“No, I’m really happy you said that, but there’s something I need to tell you…”

She straightened, nodding, “Y-Yes…”

“Actually, Sh-Shina-senpai asked me something…” I began, explaining her request to learn about lover dynamics. I had to tell Maki-san, and it seemed Shina-senpai hadn’t asked her yet.

If Maki-san objected, the deal was off, but she agreed.

“If you’re okay with it, Sato-kun, I don’t mind at all. If you want to help, you can tell her anything.”

She forgave my presumptuous agreement.

But as I tried to thank her, she asked, “…Um, can I ask one thing? When did you talk about this? N-Not that you have to tell me if you don’t want to! But I wondered if Shina-senpai visited your room at night… I’m being annoying, sorry.”

Since we were mostly together, her curiosity was natural.

I hadn’t mentioned the morning’s context. Hesitant on how to phrase it, her question forced honesty.

“…Actually, I went to bathe early, and Shina-senpai was cleaning inside…”

Her surprised “Eh?” prompted me to explain. When she asked, “W-Were you both… naked?” I couldn’t lie and recounted the situation.

I omitted showing my erection but admitted we faced each other naked and talked nearly bare. Apologizing with, “S-Sorry,” I knew her anger would be justified.

“There’s no need to apologize! But… naked in the bathhouse, talking…” Maki-san said, pausing thoughtfully before looking at me.

“…Seeing your naked body for the first time like that… I’d be so flustered. Maybe Senpai was too… No, probably.”

I doubted my body had such value, but she said it seriously, even guessing my thoughts.

“You’ve looked at Shina-senpai’s chest before, right? Seeing it bare, you probably got… excited? S-Sorry for asking something weird.”

I should’ve said, “No, I only look at you,” but having been with four women and unable to resist lust, I couldn’t lie.

“…Yeah, I’m sorry,” I said, bowing again. She shook her head vigorously.

“It’s fine, I just wanted to know! But Shina-senpai’s got a great figure, and her breasts are big and shapely… I must pale in comparison…”

I shouted, “N-No way you do!” startling her into blushing. Luckily, no one was around.

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Parting with Maki-san at our usual corner, I returned home for the first time since yesterday morning. I’d stayed out with Asagi-san or Yukari-san before, but coming back felt comforting.

I was grateful to feel this way. Unlike my old life of returning to an empty home from a lonely workplace, this house and family made it possible.

I’d informed Mom, Yukari-san, and Yuki about my return time, and I was nearly on schedule. Hoping someone awaited me, I unlocked the door.

As I stepped into the hall, lively footsteps echoed. Yuki, my sister, rushed over and hugged me tightly.

“Welcome back, Shun-nii!”

Her soft, feminine scent tickled my nose, and her plush softness pressed against my stomach.

Sniffing me, she prompted my flustered, “Y-Yuki, I’m sweaty, I might smell…”

But it was also because her braless chest against me was dangerous for my urges.

“It’s fine! You don’t smell sweaty, just your usual warm scent. Let me stay like this a bit!”

Looking up with clear eyes, her plump lips and budding breasts, nearly revealing their tips, stirred me. But I couldn’t let myself get aroused.

“Since you stayed out with Yukari-neechan last time, it’s been a while. I missed our bedtime kisses,” she said sweetly.

Lately, Yuki had been asking for light bedtime kisses, flustering me each time. I’d never get used to it, even if she wanted it.

Saying, “So…” she leaned closer. My undeniably cute sister didn’t mind my sweaty self.

“…During a study break, I thought I’d get one kiss when you got back. You don’t mind, right?”

Her pure yet mischievous charm made my head spin. She offered refusal, but no guy could say no to such a cute girl.

A soft kiss with my beautiful sister at the entrance right after returning. Her elastic lips, unlike my rough ones, felt too sensual for me.

“…Ehehe, welcome home, Shun-nii.”

“U-Uh… I’m home, Yuki…”

Her beaming smile at my awkward reply and her “Hehe, I’m so happy…” created an overwhelmingly sweet moment.

“…Okay! I’ll go back to studying!” she said, breaking the mood herself.

“I got energy from you, Shun-nii, and I shouldn’t hog you!”

Turning brightly toward the living room, I followed her gaze. Another woman stood half-hidden by the door, possibly watching us, flinching when our eyes met.

“While you were gone, Yukari-neechan set an extra plate at breakfast and was fidgety. So, if it’s okay, Shun-nii… right, Yukari-neechan?”

Smiling, Yuki grabbed her bag. “I’m off to the school library! I’ll be back for dinner, so let’s talk later, Shun-nii!” she said, darting out.

Left behind, Yukari-san stammered, “Eh, Y-Yuki-sama, wait!” but slowly approached me.

“W-Welcome back, Shun-sama…!”

In her usual apron and ponytail, the stunningly kind Yukari-san, our housekeeper and my lover, greeted me.

“H-Hi, I’m b-back!” I replied, slipping into formal speech. Fresh from Yuki’s sweetness, I was flustered meeting her eyes.