Chastity Reversed: Part-Time Life by the All-Girls High School - Chapter 43: Reverse World

I really did have a great little sister.  

As for the old me… I was the worst. What on earth was that other version of me even doing?  

Insulting a girl’s appearance was the absolute lowest. Even elementary school kids knew that.  

What a moron (me).  

…That said, borrowing a girl’s phone—how did that even look? It was someone else’s personal property, after all.  

That thought crossed my mind, but… my family seemed to be really worried about me.  

“I think I’m starting to get the hang of this.”

As I suspected, this world was completely “reversed”.  

The people doing nurse-like jobs were mostly men.  

Akari got upset whenever I said she was cute.  

Dad seemed more like a woman, while Mom seemed more like a man.  

And most notably—every sport that had been male-dominated in my world didn’t exist here anymore.  

“…I wonder what the outside world is like here.”

It was a purely innocent question.  

In a way, this was essentially another world, so it was only natural to be curious.  

At least, that was probably what it was.  

Maybe I just needed a distraction.  

I briefly considered walking as far as my legs could take me until I reached some distant place—but I decided against it. I couldn’t leave Akari behind.  

“All right… wallet, check. Cash inside, check. My IC card, check.”  

And so, I set off on a walk through this parallel world!  

The places I used to hang out with friends were mostly a few train stations away from home.  

There was a makeshift urban area with arcades, movie theaters, sports facilities, and all kinds of entertainment spots. You know, the usual places.  

And so, I boarded a train.  

“…The station names are all the same.”

Looking at the stations as I passed them, I noticed that every single one was still the same as they were in the previous world.  

As a side note, according to the student ID I found in my wallet, I was still listed as a first-year student at Tsukigaoka High School. Even my school hadn’t changed.  

On the ID, there was a picture of me with a smug expression. What the heck? I looked like I deserved to be punched (by me).  

“Hi-kun, do you want a drink?” 

“Hey, stop it! Hi-kun clearly doesn’t want that!” 

“Oh, look, there’s an open seat for Hi-kun!”

“Thanks, everyone ♪.”

“…”  

Inside the train car, I spotted a small-framed guy surrounded by several girls.  

Were they college students?  

It almost seemed like they were competing for his attention, fussing over him as they subtly argued amongst themselves. At the same time, it felt like they were protecting him from the outside world.  

There was something oddly familiar about the scene.  

It was like a reversed version of an “Otasa no hime”. (T/N: Princess of the otaku circle)  

Not that I knew firsthand—the internet just taught me enough about it.  

The other passengers in the car seemed evenly split between men and women, which only made their group stand out even more.  

[Next stop: ●× Station, ●× Station—]  

“!”  

While I was absentmindedly observing the strange scene, my stop came up.  

This world really didn’t let me feel bored, did it?  

☆

I observed the passersby as I made my way to the arcade.  

By looking at the clothes people wore, it became clear—simple, chic outfits that looked cool were worn by the girls.  

Meanwhile, white or pink-toned clothes, along with accessories like hairpins, were more common on the boys. Cute outfits, basically.  

The key detail was that this wasn’t cross-dressing or cosplay—it suited them.  

Sure, it felt weird at first, but now I got it.  

It was like those “small animal” guys back in the old world. The ones who seemed super innocent but were secretly total horndogs (or so I assumed).  

“What the…?”  

At the arcade, I came across something bizarre.  

{Entry to the photo booth area is restricted to male customers only.}

Seriously? Was this arcade okay? Weren’t women the main demographic for photo booths?  

Despite my mental complaints, I saw groups of guys walking into the booths.  

Even the illustrations on the photo machines were all of cute, pretty-boy mascots.  

“This is another one of those reversals. It’s enough to mess with your head…”  

Photo booths were just glorified pictures (hot take). Not that I’d say that out loud.  

If I was going to spend my money, I’d rather play something else—  

“Oh. There it is.”  

After wandering through the arcade for what felt like forever (but was probably three minutes), I finally found what I was looking for.  

It took me a while because everything around me felt unfamiliar.  

There was a claw machine with a bunny suit-wearing, handsome guy figurine (seriously?). Someone was relentlessly pumping coins into it.  

Nearby was a punching machine. A buff woman with insane muscles landed a hit so hard it maxed out the score at 999.  

The men watching her blushed as they admired her strength. The whole scene was surreal.  

And then, I reached my destination—the fighting game area.  

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”  

The entire area, from robot-themed games to 2D fighters, was packed with girls. This… made it hard to approach!  

What was this place? Were they secretly serving pancakes here or something?  

“Eh, whatever…”  

I didn’t have my club anymore, but the skills I’d honed while playing fighting games with my clubmates were still intact.  

At least I hoped so. Please don’t tell me they switched the controls to play in reverse or something.  

“Whoa, it’s him!” 

“Let’s go.”

I noticed two girls, who looked around my age, hastily abandon their machine the moment they saw me.  

“…”  

I felt like crying.  

I wanted to leave, but if I did, it would feel like I came here for no reason.  

So, I sat at their vacant machine and inserted a coin.  

This hasn’t changed at least… 

The arcade stick in front of me felt familiar under my fingertips.  

In this reversed world, this was something that remained “normal”.

The everyday, mundane feeling of using it filled me with an odd sense of gratitude.  

Just for this moment alone… I was glad I came out here.  

{Please choose your character.}

Of course, all the characters were “reversed”, too.  

Oh, whatever. You’ll do.  

I choose you, high-cut swimsuit blonde pretty boy!