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

“…”

“Hey, you alive?”

“…”

“Dead, huh?”

“…”

“You were completely clinging to me at the end, though.”

“What was that?!”

“Oh, you’re awake. Good morning.”

It was the middle of the night.

I had worked meticulously to help her release all the emotions she’d been bottling up, pouring all my care into the “moment” we shared.

Gently, from beginning to end.

I made sure to envelop her fully—to let her feel safe. And slowly, she began to show her true self.

“Ugh, shut up.”

“You can let go of me now.”

“…”

Even now, she still clung to me.

It was like she was trying to reclaim the warmth she’d been missing for so long.

In this world, that sight alone was unusual.

…Just imagining myself being the one doing the clinging made me want to gag. Nope, I’d hold myself to higher standards, thank you very much!

“Ouch, ouch, ouch! At least loosen your grip a bit if you won’t let go!”

“Ah… sorry.”

“What’s wrong? Wanna talk about it?”

“Gah, that’s creepy. Don’t say stuff like that.”

Apparently, even in this reversed world, overly sentimental lines from someone like me were unsettling. Interesting. Maybe I should present this to the Society for Studies on Reversed Gender Roles. If such a thing were to exist, of course.

“Here, take this.”

“…!”

“There’s a good girl.”

“…”

Throughout the night, I held her in my arms.

And her eyes silently told me that was exactly what she’d wanted.

That’s why I knew—she was lonely.

On top of that, she was starving for what this world considered “paternal affection”.

Even now, she continued to accept my embrace, letting go of all the sharp edges she once wore.

“Ouch!”

“S-sorry.”

“If you keep holding on so tightly, guys will start to hate you, you know.”

“Urgh.”

Seriously, could she ease up on the strength a little? The girls in this world were generally stronger than the guys, so their hugs tended to feel like bear traps.

“Still, you’re pretty muscular. Do you do any sports or something?”

“…Not really, but I do strength training and practice fighting moves in my head.”

“Practice fighting moves? Like what?”

“I swing the pull cord on my ceiling light to practice dodging.”

“…Seriously?”

“W-what’s wrong with that? I saw it in a Yankee manga, so I thought I’d try it.”

Oh, so this world had those kinds of manga too, though the characters were probably all girls.

“Nothing’s wrong with that. Just saying, you won’t find many clean, idealistic Yankee groups in real life.”

“…I know, but the Rose Garden was the only group that invited someone like me.”

“Don’t you have any friends at school?”

“Do I look like I do?”

“You might in the industrial course, at least.”

“I’m in the general course, idiot.”

“…What?”

“What, is that a problem?”

“No, not at all. Just goes to show how much assumptions can mess with your head, huh?”

The prickly attitude she had at first was nowhere to be seen now. She spoke freely, and to my surprise, the fact that she was in the general course was shocking.

…I definitely knew some people in that track.

“I was always isolated, but a senior from the Rose Garden invited me. So, I joined… and that’s when they handed me the cigarettes and lighter.”

“And then?”

“They told me, ‘You become one of us once you smoke this’. So, I picked a time when no one was around, skipped school, and…”

“And then I showed up and ruined the vibe for you.”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry about that.”

“…I lied.”

“Huh?”

“I said I smoked it. I almost said I didn’t, but the group’s mood suddenly shifted, and I felt like I had to say yes.”

“Wait, don’t tell me…”

“I paid up. Two more packs, 2,000 yen. It was then that they said I was officially part of the group.”

Two thousand yen.

In this world, cigarettes were way cheaper than they were in my last world—barely a coin here.

She probably realized it, too, even without me saying it. She was just a walking ATM to them.

“They say we’re comrades, but you’re still alone, aren’t you?”

“…Even so, I’m attending the next ‘gathering’.”

“Gathering?”

“Yeah. The entire Rose Garden group will meet. They said they’d introduce me and the other new members.”

“…Wow.”

“They’ll have mopeds, ride out to an abandoned building, do the introductions, and then decide who’s the strongest first-year.”

Amazing. They really did that kind of stuff.

“They’re even lending me a moped for the day.”

“Wait, you’ll be riding too? Do you even have one?”

“…There’s a shop run by alumni. They’re renting us ones for 10,000 yen.”

“And your license?”

“They said we don’t need one… supposedly.”

“That’s ridiculously reckless.”

The Rose Garden’s leader’s sheer idiocy was making me angry.

Even in this world, where the streets were less safe than back in my old one, stuff like this still seemed extreme.

“I know it’s not normal. Manga and reality are different—I get that, even if I hate it. But everyone around me acts like it’s normal, so I can’t say no.”

“…”

“I’ve always been alone. My dad’s scared of me and won’t talk. My classmates avoid me. I feel like the Rose Garden is all I’ve got left.”

She pressed her face into my chest, her brown hair brushing against me.

“That’s why… I wanted to see you, Sato. I wanted to see someone who could call all of this ‘weird’. Someone like you…”

Pouring everything out, she opened up about her complicated home life, the disconnect with her classmates, and the isolation she felt from the world.

It was no wonder she ended up where she did.

“Yeah. It is weird. All of it.”

So I told her.

Her environment. Her sharp demeanor and rough exterior.

They all made her look like a delinquent, a Yankee.

Even I assumed that at first.

With every judgment she faced, she internalized it more, convincing herself she could never be “normal”.