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

“Thank you for coming. May I start by asking what you would like to drink?”

It was late at night in an area bustling with nightlife. While it wasn’t always true that more bars meant bad neighborhood safety, this area certainly had its fair share of bars.

Naturally, there were also host clubs, where men, not women, entertained the guests.

By the way, I’d been scouted there before—about five times, to be precise. Why, though?

“We’ll have a beer and a Coke, please! Oh, and add a highball and plum wine to that!”

“I’ll just have a Coke.”

“Understood. Would you like your plum wine on the rocks, with soda, or with water?”

“On the rocks!”

“Understood.”

Given the time, the place wasn’t very crowded. Still, nearly half the seats were filled, and the typical lively noise of an izakaya served as our background music.

“Aren’t you drinking a bit much right off the bat?”

“Well, I thought ordering everything at once would be easier for the staff.”

“And the real reason?”

“I’ve had a rough day, so I want to drink a lot!”

“Haha.”

Naturally, I was underage and couldn’t drink alcohol.

But just being in an izakaya, I felt a bit more grown-up.

“—Here are your Coke, beer, highball, and plum wine on the rocks.”

“(Wow, that was fast).”

“Thank you!”

In front of the manager were the assembled alcoholic drinks.

And in front of me, a Coke. The manager held a beer in one hand and a highball in the other.

“Well then—”

“Cheers!”

Clink! A satisfying sound rang out.

We lightly clinked our glasses and each took a sip.

“Ahh!”

“Only the manager would toast with a drink in each hand.”

Two drinks instead of two flowers (girls), as the saying went. Needless to say, the manager loved her alcohol.

“It’s delicious! Just what I needed!”

“You’re really diving in!”

But today, her pace was unusually fast.

No need to say why—

“Ugh, I’m so mad!”

“Like a bull, huh?”

“Those guys, all lovey-dovey over there…!”

“They were quite the spectacle.”

“If I were a guy, I wouldn’t fall for girls who show their ulterior motives like that!”

“Modesty is best, right? (Or so they say).”

Honestly, I found it easier to deal with people who showed their intentions openly. Maybe it was like that thing from the previous world, where modesty was appreciated?

…I didn’t have any of that, though!

“Isn’t ‘modesty’ used to describe men? You’re odd, Sato-kun.”

“Oh, right. My bad.”

Whoops, I forgot.

The language differences between the previous world and this one were really confusing.

Had Japanese flipped and turned into English or something, I might’ve been done for.

“—Your order of fried chicken, fries, edamame, assorted grilled skewers, deep-fried tofu, and creamy yam dish is here.”

“Thanks a lot.”

“Woohoo, it’s here!”

And there came the delicious-looking izakaya menu. They weren’t a daily thing, but sometimes one just craved them intensely.

“You’re a bit strange sometimes, Sato-kun.”

“…Haha. Don’t mind me.”

“But that’s what I like about you!”

“Well, thanks. Do you like modest men, Manager?”

“Hmm. I’m not really in a position to choose…”

“Don’t say that. Do you have a type?”

Love conversations with the manager only happened when she’d had a bit to drink. We talked as we picked at the fried chicken.

“Well, if I had to say?”

“That’s fine.”

“Someone who’s kind, not taller than me, who acknowledges me, not too handsome because I don’t like being compared, someone I can talk to, can drink a bit, and—most importantly, a man with a beautiful nape! …That’s about it?”

“I see, got it.”

“…”

“I knew it was too much, I knew it was too much!”

“Haha. Well, better to have preferences than none at all, right?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Your voice…”

Incidentally, there were a couple more than the last time I asked. She might add five more by next year.

“Even at yesterday’s group date, I was asked so I answered honestly…”

“About what?”

“My… experience count… I mean, isn’t it that for guys, less is better? Why is it that for girls, more is good?”

“Oh…”

“—Ugh, more alcohol, please…”