Chastity Reversed: Part-Time Life by the All-Girls High School - Chapter 62: Typical Convenience Store Scene

Saturday morning. The season was still spring.

I was working energetically at my convenience store job today as well.

I must say, there was something nice about being a high school sophomore in spring! The sound of it!

In modern terms, it felt like ‘Aoharu’ (青春)—youthful springtime.

I always thought, why not just call it “seishun” (せいしゅん) normally?

“Ah-choo!”

“Whoa, are you okay, Manager?”

“Ah, is it allergy season already…?”

The manager seemed to be suffering.

But I never know when it might hit me too. Scary. I almost wished it’d just happen already.

It was like how someone said it’d be scarier when a gun was pointed at you than the moment you were shot. Some wise guy said that.

Or how finding out the condom broke was scarier than a pregnancy scare. Some not-so-wise guy said that.

…Ever since I heard that in the previous world, I’d been using high-quality condoms (the model of caution).

I didn’t care about thinness!

“By the way, Manager, is something wrong?”

“Huh?!”

“You’ve been looking down since this morning. Is it more than just allergies?”

“Uh…”

“Am I right?”

“You’re pretty perceptive, Sato-kun. You figured it out…”

“Haha, it’s just a gut feeling, you know?”

They used to say women’s moods were like the weather in the previous world, but here it was the opposite.

Men were hard to read, while women were easy.

This world was filled with such stereotypes.

Honestly, it depended on the person, but I could tell one thing for sure.

The manager was easy to read, so that was spot on!

“I went to this group date with some friends, you see.”

“Oh, uh…”

The manager on a group date.

The sad thing was, it was already clear that it’d gone badly.

If it had gone well, she wouldn’t have come in today looking like that. It was obvious.

“I figured out I was just there to make up the numbers…”

“How could you know that?”

“The guys didn’t even make eye contact… I could tell they were visibly disinterested…”

“…”

“And my friends have gotten way more attractive since I last saw them.”

“Well, they do say, ‘A woman changes every three days’.”

“I haven’t changed in three years…”

“Haha, that sounds tough.”

She was oozing negativity.

It was clear that today was going to be a gloomy shift for the manager. Were those steamed buns starting to rot?

But according to this world––“Women are simple.”

“You look cool when you’re working, Manager. You seem like a real adult woman.”

“R-Really?”

“Yeah, totally (said casually).”

“Alright, let’s work hard today!”

…Hmm, her simplicity was almost worrying. It made things easier, though.

I just hoped she didn’t get tricked by some shady guy.

Like giving three million yen to some host… please, no.

—Jingle jingle jingle

Oh, a customer. Time to end this chat!

—“We ended up staying until morning.”

“You could have stayed longer…” 

“Hmm, what should I do~♪”

It looked like it was a couple.

Holding hands.

And they were quite affectionate.

Getting steamy this morning! How about some ice from the cooler on your face?

“Welcome~”

“Welcome! …Huh?”

Hmm?

“Manager?”

“…That’s the friend from the group date…”

“What?”

No way.

So that meant they… you know. An overnight thing…

And he was showing off that “even without makeup, I’m cute” look (natural makeup). It was confirmed.

“…”

The manager’s aura of negativity intensified.

Worrying about those buns.

—“Will this do for breakfast?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Then I’ll buy it.”

Uh-oh! They were coming over!

If I didn’t handle this at the register, it’d be a disaster.

“…”

“Manager, why don’t you stay in the office—”

“Oh.” 

“Oh.”

“…Oh. Ahaha, about yesterday…”

Too late.

Before the manager could escape, they were at the register.

Timing, as always, was everything.

“Sasaki, you work here?”

“Y-Yeah… It’s rare to see you around here.”

“Oh, my boyfriend lives nearby…”

“O-Oh… I see… T-The total is 721 yen…”

This was hell, wasn’t it?

For the record, the manager’s last name was Sasaki..

Our dear Manager Shino Sasaki seemed to have grasped the obvious.

What they were up to last night.

“Ah, thanks.”

“Thank you… very much…”

“M-Manager…”

“… ”

“Oh, this is bad (giving up).”

She was completely dead inside.

And it was only morning!

“Guess I’ll just eat dust… there’s no pride left… haha, haha…”

“Manager!”

“…?”

“P-Please keep it together.”

“Ah, ah… Sorry, Sato-kun… I’ll go clean the ashtray box…”

“Make sure to wear gloves, okay?”

“…Yeah…”

Was she the type to overwrite bad memories with unpleasant tasks?

This was tough…

“I think the manager looks really cool when she’s working.”

“!! You’re good at this, Sato-kun ♪.”

It was cliché, but she looked happy (easily swayed).

The manager’s simplicity was charming.

There was no way I’d tell her that… For girls, calling them “cute” was dangerous.

Ah, what a bizarre world.

I was only managing because I’d found this place.

[Oh, there’s a convenience store here… Maybe I’ll buy a Coke.]

That’s what I was muttering.

When I first came here, around last fall.

As a customer, not a worker.

“…It’s been six months already. Time flies.”

Now, it was nothing but a nostalgic memory.

Back when everything felt wrong—

—Jingle jingle jingle

“…Welcome~”

I stopped trying to reminisce.

Focus on work!