Chastity Reversed: Part-Time Life by the All-Girls High School

[Nice to meet you, Inoue-kun!]

Back in middle school, I first met Koharu when she’d transferred to our school. She looked dazzling in her baseball uniform, so much so it must have been love at first sight. I wanted to see more, to see a future where she lost that shine, becoming someone who clung only to me, forsaking everything else.

[Nice to meet you, Inoue-kun!]

[I was talking with the guys in class, and they said they wouldn’t want to date Koharu.]

[We lost today’s game because of Koharu, right?]

[Ew, you smell so sweaty. That’s why the boys don’t like you, loser.]

There were plenty of things to say that seemed to work on simple girls, especially when I mocked baseball and boys, her face would fall, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It felt amazing.

[Don’t say things like that.]

[Don’t follow me.]

[…Then stay away from me.]

I had a good appearance: small build, natural brown hair, cute voice. Clearly, I was the top “male” in my class. Fooling the boys was easy. I played the good boy, but when alone with her, I continued to belittle her.

When Koharu holed up at home, I got worried, but not wanting to worry her parents, she quickly returned to school.

[That’s so lame—you should quit baseball already.]

[Aren’t you embarrassed doing it? Loser.]

[Without me, Koharu is just a nobody.]

Each time her face darkened, a thrill ran through me. It made her all the more endearing. Then came high school. Her choice was the local public co-ed school. Naturally, I had researched it. I overheard her saying during break that she liked places with boys.

[You’ll always be boyfriend-less, forever alone, loser.]

Since she’d completely quit baseball, those lines didn’t work much anymore. So, I relentlessly attacked her dignity as a “woman”.

[Shut up… I’ll graduate…]

[By who? No way. Losers stay losers forever.]

Eventually, she stopped weakly denying it, no longer rejecting me.

Yes, by then, she couldn’t go on without me. Thereforr, I hinted to the boys in class.

[Koharu can’t be without me.]

[We’ve been together since middle school.]

[Koharu likes me way too much.]

Guys loved gossip about relationships, and soon, everyone in class knew. Everyone believed Tsubaki Koharu and Inoue Shota were a thing.

[Perpetual virgin, forever alone.]

[Ugh…]

[If you grovel naked, maybe I’d consider it.]

[!?]

[Heh, did you take that seriously? Such a loser.]

It was perfect. All that was left was for her to completely fall for me, to become mine. That was how it was supposed to be.

[What happened?]

[It doesn’t concern you, Shota.]

Morning. The Koharu who stepped out of the entrance looked different.

That mark on her neck—no, it must be wrong. There was no way someone like Koharu would have someone. In just a day—how could she change like this!?

[That mark on your neck.]

“Just a bug bite. You’re annoying.”

A bug bite. Koharu had said it with a look I’d never seen before.

“What the hell!”

What happened? I didn’t know. I really had no idea, but the worst scenarios rushed through my mind.

“You’re lying, you loser. It’s not true…!”

So—I had to act first. I had to force my hand.

“Wow, they’re already flirting.”

“Good for you, Shota-kun.”

“Finally got together, huh.”

But… it worked. To the class, Koharu and I were a couple. If Koharu tried to distance herself from me forcefully now, she’d be the class’s enemy. Her girlfriends would quickly side with me. After all, girls liked to worry about their reputation with cute boys like me.

“Laugh it up. Koharu is mine.”

It’d be fine. Koharu was in my hands—

Or so I thought.

The next morning. The vibe was even stranger than yesterday. She seemed like a different person.

She ignored me relentlessly, not uttering a single word. Her expression was confident, one I’d never seen before.

“I really hate you, Shota. So don’t come near me again.”

In the classroom, even when the boys criticized Koharu, it didn’t faze her.

“I’m sorry. Like I said this morning, I have no intention of getting back together.”

She changed far too much. No matter what was said, nothing got to her. Her female friends even supported her, acting like I was the one in the wrong.

This was nonsense. It couldn’t be. Koharu was mine!

“Shota. At 5 p.m. after school—wait at my house. Okay?”

She said this as if issuing a challenge in front of the class.