Chastity Reversed: Part-Time Life by the All-Girls High School - Chapter 32: The Pick-Up Battle of the Century

“Hey, hey. You’re quite the player, aren’t you? How about your friend joins us too—”

“—Ah.”

And then, our eyes met.

Behind those sunglasses, his large eyes were unmistakably pleading for help.

…I had forgotten. This was my responsibility.

A pretty boy like him—there was no way he’d be left alone.

I overestimated the disguise of a mask and sunglasses.

He was like a magnet for older women.

“It’s gotten noisy since I last saw you, Kanata.”

“Sato-kun!”

So, I ran over to him.

It was our first reunion in a few minutes.

The worried look on his face melted into a smile.

“What’s with you guys?”  

“These kids are with us—”

Now then.

At the four-person table, there were far too many people crowded around.

“What did you say?”  

“We were sitting here first, so you should leave. Come on, Onii-san, join us instead.”

“Huh?”

Seriously, stop making such a scene.  

A first in my life: Pickup Battle VS Pickup Battle.

Fight it out amongst yourselves!

“What… what should we do…?”  

“This is incredible. You could make a trashy movie out of this.”  

“Yeah.”

I could just leave them to it and go home, but it’d definitely disturb the other customers.  

Things were getting heated.

If I left these monsters unattended and went home, this planet would undoubtedly be destroyed.

“How about I make a suggestion? Would that be okay?”

“Hmm?”

Ah, they were looking this way now. It seemed like they’d listen to me.

“This isn’t going anywhere.”

“So how about we settle this with a contest? Something simple… like arm wrestling.”

“The winner gets to sit at this table—how about that?”

It was the kind of line that might make someone ask if I thought I was some kind of king. But no problem.

“Sounds good.”  

“I’m in.”

“I won’t lose.”  

“It’s straightforward and fair.”

They accepted immediately. Of course, they did. In this world, there were plenty of girls who thought being physically strong made them attractive. And if they could show off that “strength” to us… Well, it was decided.

“Sato-kun…”  

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Leave it to me.”

I reassured Kanata, who looked worried.

“Well then, let’s do best two out of three. Whoever’s confident, step up.”

“Don’t underestimate me—I used to—”  

“I studied abroad in America and—”

“All right, start!”

At the table, elbows were placed down, fists set, and as soon as they let go—the battle commenced between the older women.

“Grrrnnn…”

“Whoa…”

They were making such desperate faces. Even Kanata looked freaked out!

☆

The result: the women who hit on me won.

It was an intense match… truly moving stuff. Especially the resilience shown by Kanata’s team when they were pushed to the edge—it was remarkable.

This made me crave cola… oh wait, I’d bought some earlier.

“Damn it…”  

“How could you lose?” 

“You lost too!”  

“That was easy.”  

“We studied in America, after all.”

Kanata’s team was a bit weaker overall. But honestly, it was an impressive match.

Women fighting over a man… Well, it was kind of cool in its own way.

Kanata’s group trudged away in defeat, their backs radiating melancholy.

“Go on home!”  

“So, as promised, you’ll come with us…”

“Well, since you ladies won—”

Now then—

“How about you face me next?”

“Huh?”

The older women and even Kanata harmonized their voices in surprise.

“We never said we wouldn’t participate.”

“…You’re serious?”  

“If we win this time, you’ll really hang out with us?”

“You can do whatever you want if you win. Shall we?”  

“Sato-kun…”  

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Kanata, give us the start signal.”

“No holding back just because you’re a ‘boy’!”

They were stacking up their loss flags one after another as they slowly placed their elbows on the table. The older women followed suit.

Decent muscle tone overall. In this world, girls were generally stronger than boys physically.

Not just biologically—they also believed men were something women should protect—a reversal of the traditional roles in my old world.

“Start!”

“Guh—”  

“No way!?”

But I was from another world.

I shifted my weight onto my shoulder. With one swift motion, I pinned her arm down onto the table!

“Phew. That’s my win.”

“…No way…”

Back in my old world, I used to do this a lot—it was second nature by now. Plus, as a man, I didn’t want to lose to girls—I’d trained quite a bit for that reason alone.

…It reminded me of when I had first come to this world and taken part in physical fitness tests. Even when I was skinny back then, watching all the girls surpass my records was soul-crushing.

Of course, I was the only one devastated by it. The other guys were cheering like fanboys. Weren’t you guys frustrated? No? Figured! I was the only one dying during shuttle runs!!

“Start!”  

“There we go.”  

“Nnggh!?”

The second opponent went down just as easily.

Truth be told, those pickup artists had exhausted themselves during their earlier battle against each other—it was intense enough to wear them out completely.

That was why my fresh arms had no trouble matching theirs. Just as planned… (evil grin).

“One more time.”  

“Go ahead.”

“Start!”  

“Hup!”  

“A-ah…”

Victory secured once again. Muscles solved everything!

Man, these ladies sure knew how to keep things lively—it made things easier for me.

“No way…”  

“To lose so badly… to a boy…”

“Sorry about that—it was part of the deal.”

This was just a fast-food joint after all; we’d been attracting attention since we started arm wrestling anyway.

If they started whining now, that would truly be humiliating—in this world especially—as “women”.

They had no choice but to leave now. If not? Well then—the next step would involve using my legs (for running away).

“…Ugh.”  

“We’re leaving…”

Good thing they gave up without much fuss, after all. They weren’t shameless enough to stick around any longer than necessary either.

…Being sought after wasn’t exactly unpleasant though—it never happened back in my old world. Turning down girls without reason wasn’t something I’d normally do either…

But today? Kanata was here with me.

“Haha! If I’m ever alone next time around—I’ll hang out with you guys.”

“For real!?”  

“For real! If we meet again by chance.”

“If we meet again—it must be fate!”  

“Yeah, sure (whatever).”

With that half-hearted farewell wave from me—they exited stage left—and so concluded The Epic Pickup Battle (Stage: Fast-Food Joint).

“Sorry for keeping you waiting—the food’s probably cold by now.”

I turned around toward him after ensuring our victory—

“…Uh… yeah…”

Wait—was his face red?