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

Just with a mere five minutes left until the end of the class, I was drowning in sleepiness.

I frantically copied down the blackboard, and somehow managed to survive until the end of sixth period.

“…I’m exhausted.”

Normally, I’d rush home at full speed and be at home by now.

Ping!

[Kanatan]: “I’m done! Heading over now☆”

[Sato]: “r’

[Kanatan]: “So short!”

“The contact info of a current high school idol, huh…”

I muttered as I looked at the energetic response from “Kanatan” on the messaging app. His account was forcibly added to my contacts.

The unease still hadn’t cleared up, like a fishbone stuck in my throat. The ingrained discomfort I felt toward “guys”—

“—Sorry to keep you waiting☆”

At the station, someone suddenly tapped me on the shoulder.

“…Kanata, right?”

“Yup!”

There he stood, wearing glasses, a mask, and a beret—a textbook example of a disguise.

It was something you often saw in mangas, but seeing how unrecognizable it truly made someone, it was no wonder it was a classic!

“I’ll just change before heading out,” he’d said during lunch break. At that time, I’d thought that he might be changing into his idol outfit or something. Of course not.

“So, why me?”

“…Wow, straight to the point☆.”

“Of course.”

“The answer is simple! To build up resistance to girls!”

“…?”

What was this guy talking about? Did he think I was some kind of substitute for a girl?

“Well… you see? Because of my position…”

“If you’re with women, it could turn into a scandal.”

“Exactly! And then I noticed you—always hanging out with the girls in class!”

“So you think I can replace them?”

“And… I just wanted to hang out with you, Sato-kun☆.”

He even winked at me. Even knowing he was a guy, it still made my heart race!

Compared to other guys, he was way too cute.

“I don’t need such convenient excuses.”

“It’s true! You’re always laughing and messing around with the girls in class… Ah.”

“You’re not wrong. It’s nothing new.”

“A-Ahaha. Sorry?”

“I do it because I enjoy it. If you apologize, it makes things awkward.”

I prefered goofing around with those girls over hanging out with the guys in class. Talking about makeup or handsome male idols (or whatever they were called) didn’t bother me.

I knew people looked at me strangely for it. I was aware that I was often talked about behind my back. The guys probably thought I was some crude and tasteless idiot—but that was fine by me.

At first, it was unbearably painful. But now—thanks to “her”, and getting closer to the girls in class—I was okay.

“…You really are different from other boys.”

His voice was as clear as glass when he murmured that.

Behind his sunglasses, his eyes seemed dark somehow.

“Let’s go.”

“Eek!?”

“When it comes to girls—Stage One!”

We walked from the station for a bit and arrived at Center Street.

At the arcade. And inside—into an area separated by thin curtains. No, it was not an R-18 section.

[School of the Dead 2]

Dimly lit with red lights illuminating the space. Between two seats sat two rugged and cool Magnum revolvers.

And on the large screen ahead, zombies were holding up the game title. Cute. I wondered how much they got paid per hour?

Anyway. It was one of those gun-shooting games every arcade seemed to have.

“What’s this place?”

“This is what most girls love. Here, take a gun.”

“A gun!?”

“Let’s start.”

Clink-clink

“Grrroooaaahhh…”

“Waaaaahhhh!?”

The screen changed as zombies came rushing toward us.

Honestly, seeing someone react so strongly was kind of fun.

Takahashi only cared about her score these days. She even put in coins for two players just to dual-wield pistols—now that was art.

“If we don’t fight back, we’ll die (monotone).”

“O-Okay—take this!”

Bang!

[Ughhh (death sound)]

“N-Nice shot…”

“I did it!”

Apparently, being an idol made headshots easy too. After all, they were always shooting down their fans’ hearts (←what?).

[Ughhh] [Ughhh] [Ughhh]

“Kyaaa☆~”

“…Seriously?”

Still, he was way too good at this. An idol happily firing Magnum rounds? Hardcore fans would love this sight.

Also, could we do something about these zombies’ death groans? They reminded me of kitsune women—it was vulgar!

☆

“That was so much fun!”

“As long as you enjoyed yourself.”

Though he struggled against the final boss’s insta-kill traps (which don’t even hint at its weak points), clearing it in three credits was impressive.

He even took off his sunglasses midway through—he was that serious about it. Glad he had fun!

“For Stage Two of ‘what girls like’…”

“What is it?” excitedly

“This.”

“A cockpit…!? Wow, this is amazing!”

A game where you piloted bipedal robots and took down enemies, but this machine was pretty high-tech.

A dome-shaped screen offering nearly 360-degree visuals. Joysticks with triggers and tons of buttons—a controller packed with everything “girls” loved.

But each play cost 300 yen—and for two-player co-op mode? 600 yen! Expensive but worth every penny. Tanaka blew half her allowance on this last month—it was terrifying!

“If you can handle guns, robots should be no problem (random logic).”

“I’ll do my best!”

“Alright then… Let’s name your character…”

[Welcome, Kana-tan. Please eliminate all enemies.]

“I’ll give it my all!”

He eagerly hopped into the seat with genuine enthusiasm. Never thought I’d end up playing games like this with another guy after coming to this world.

“You take care of the right side.”

“Leave it to me!”

[Right arm damaged: 10%]

“Oh.”

A missile hit us from the right side almost immediately—and Kanata looked genuinely disheartened.

…Seriously didn’t feel like he was a guy sometimes. Then again, if that were true about him—it’d apply to me too.

“Let’s go, ‘partner’. As long as we survive, we’re good!”

“! Got it!”

It reminded me of my previous world. It felt nice having fun like this with another guy again after so long.

So what if he was an idol? It didn’t matter—

Boom!

[Damage rate: 30%.]