A Story of a Male Knight (Not a Female Knight) in a Chastity-Reversed World ~The Girls Are So Afraid of Being Disliked That a “Kukkoro” Scene Never Happens~ - 24

Chapter 24: Master Kokoro Kafka Part 1

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“Be grateful to kind-hearted Ray, and make sure you watch your behavior from now on.”

“Yes, I’m very sorry.”

I apologized for the disrespect I showed to Senior Disciple and the Madam before leaving the OFFICE. I had almost been fired for blurting something out that struck a nerve, but thanks to Ray speaking up for me, I somehow avoided getting the axe. Relieved, I talked with Senior Disciple about being more careful in the future, and we parted ways in front of my room.

Today had been tiring, but it was a good day because I got to see my disciple’s growth. I went into my room, flopped onto the bed, and looked back on the events up to today.

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“Huh? Isn’t that YOU, Kokoro?”

Running into Senior Disciple in the Imperial Capital had been a complete coincidence.

I was there because a young lady, daughter of a knight serving the Nagasu family, wanted to study abroad, and I had come along as one of her chaperones. I suddenly bumped into Senior Disciple In the city.

“…You’ve got the wrong person.”

I tried to brush past Senior Disciple. Elsa, Senior Disciple and fellow student from the same homeland and the same martial school. Despite her talent, she never dedicated herself fully to the martial arts, instead studying a bit of everything at school, graduating in a flash, and then quickly finding a job.

I had never liked her attitude. Coming from a family of doctors but entering a knight’s house, I had worked hard in the martial arts to earn recognition, so her half-hearted approach looked sloppy to me—and besides, she was just plain annoying.

That was why I had tried to ignore her, but the aversion I felt toward her had weakened compared to before. After all, when I learned she had become a maid serving a boy, my feelings of respect had grown. Men were extremely rare in this world. Only the few women blessed with status and honor, or those lucky enough to be chosen by a man, were allowed to have contact with one.

Yet the desire for men was instilled equally in all women, to the point of a parching, unquenchable thirst. For someone like me who had lived solely for martial arts, it had taken a long time for me to recognize that desire—but Senior Disciple, who’d been a horny brat since childhood, had realized it early on.

The way she worked from a young age to become someone who could interact with boys, and her ability to see ahead, were things I truly respected. When we met again, there was no disgust in me except for “ugh, she’s annoying,” so I decided to stop and speak with her.

“It’s been a while, Senior Disciple.”

“Didn’t you just try to ignore me for a second?”

“I didn’t. It’s good to see you looking well.”

“Ohhh? Really? Do I? Look well~?”

She seemed to be fishing for me to ask why she was doing well, and while I felt a vein bulging at my temple, I asked her anyway.

“Why are you doing well?”

“That’s because~ Serving Ray-sama, who’s such a wonderful man, is so much fun I just can’t help myself~”

“Heh.”

I replied like I was listening to something utterly trivial. But inside, a raging fire of jealousy was blazing.

So unfaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!!!!! I was so envious! So envious! So envious! It was infuriating how envious I felt!!

“You’ve always been single-minded about the martial path, never interested in romance. There’s no joy in bragging to you.”

That might have been true before. But now I was in my adolescence. I was at the age where I spent every day thinking about that with a boy. My sexual urges were surging, and I spent all day wondering how I could get close to a boy.

Naturally, I was so jealous I nearly ground my teeth to dust. But showing that kind of emotion on the surface would be embarrassing. I kept up the act of being completely uninterested.

“Sorry I’m such a boring woman.”

“You really are. Just serving a man alone is enough to inspire jealousy. Not only am I working as the attendant of a boy who’s not only gorgeous and from a distinguished family, but he also has a personality like a literal angel. If I were you, I’d be so jealous I’d want to kill myself.”

I desperately restrained the hand I had subconsciously placed on my sword out of jealousy. Uggghhh. I was so envious, so envious, so envious.

Among the few men in the world, among the few beautiful ones, among the few with noble lineage—he was also one of the very few with an outstanding personality. Being the attendant of a boy like that was enough to make me die of envy.

Just the fact that she was able to take care of him was already enough to make me want to die of envy, but if it ever got to the point of “Let me help you… Down there,”  situation then… No, I’d explode. I’d combust on the spot.

“I’ve devoted myself solely to martial arts.”

I feigned calm with the strong mental discipline I’d forged through training. Heh, I looked cool, even if I said so myself. That too was something I’d realized recently—this kind of behavior looked really cool.

“Hah, I don’t understand you. Anyway, Kokoro, what brings you to the Imperial Capital?”

“I’m here as a chaperone for a study trip.”

“Lord Nagasu’s dedication to her vassals’ education hasn’t changed, I see. But you look like you’re alone?”

“There are other chaperones, and besides, that kid is such a free spirit that it doesn’t matter if I’m there or not. She can handle herself and knows how to stay safe, so we’re moving separately.”

“I seeee. Then, how about some tea? I’ll even let you split the bill.”

I didn’t have anything in particular I wanted to do, and turning down Senior Disciple’s invitation felt wrong as her junior, so I agreed to have tea. While we drank tea, our conversation was entirely about Ray, the heir of the Kukkoro family. Senior Disciple talked so passionately about how wonderful he was that I thought the tea might evaporate from the heat.

As a result, a few days later, I accepted Senior Disciple’s invitation without hesitation. And then…

“I waaaant to! Please let me be your master!!”

I found myself begging.

It couldn’t be helped. Senior Disciple hadn’t exaggerated a bit. He was so ridiculously beautiful, so ridiculously wonderful, that I was completely lovestruck. If I could spend every day with a boy like him, I’d be happy to die. That was how madly in love I was.

And this, too, couldn’t be helped.

“I-I-if you truly mean you’ve abandoned being a man, you wouldn’t feel embarrassed giving a pair or two of your underwear to a woman like me, right!?”

I couldn’t stop myself from desperately wanting his underwear, so I asked for it outright. A beautiful boy’s panties were every woman’s dream. If a wish-granting dragon appeared, I wouldn’t hesitate to wish, “Give me a beautiful boy’s panties!” Panties held so many dreams, had so many uses, and I couldn’t resist my desire.

But because of that, Senior Disciple immediately saw through my motives.

“Kokoro. That pathetic outfit, the eyepatch you never wore before, and that barely concealed lust… You’re clearly going through a delayed puberty, aren’t you?”

She hit the nail on the head, leaving me in a tight spot.

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