Chastity Reversed: Part-Time Life by the All-Girls High School - Chapter 67: Why Don’t You Try Working Here?

“So, about that kid…?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“You’ve got skills, Manager. Never thought you’d be able to charm a guy.”

“Hey, stop that!”

The next day.

Hokuto-san teased me.

In the end, the boy stayed in the eat-in space for about an hour yesterday before leaving.

“He might come again today.”

“…But isn’t he skipping too much at this point?”

“Isn’t it a bit late to say that? I used to skip all the time too.”

“Hmmm. But Hokuto-san, wasn’t that because you were dealing with troublemakers from other schools?”

“…Well, his situation is probably different from mine.”

10 AM.

The slow hours of the morning.

And then—it was the time when he usually came.

“…” Gulp

“You’re still nervous, huh?”

“Well, my school days were pretty dull…”

“In college, you could’ve had at least one or two…”

“…”

“Oh, sorry about that.”

In my memories, there wasn’t a single story of me having any dazzling interactions with boys.

That was why—being able to talk to him like that felt almost like a miracle.

Yes.

I’d never thought I’d be able to talk to someone like him.

But that boy—there was something about him—

“He just feels… different somehow.”

“I get what you mean. There’s something kind of feminine about his gestures, but he’s definitely a guy…”

“And his neck is so pretty too.”

“That’s creepy, Manager.”

“…”

Ding-ding-ding

“Ah.”

“Ah.”

While we were chatting, he entered the store.

“…?”

“W-Welcome!”

“Welcome!”

We both ended up staring at him so blatantly that he froze in place.

We messed up.

“This, please.”

“Uh, um, your total is 540 yen.”

“IKUKA card.”

“Here’s your receipt…”

“Thank you. Is it okay if I stay here again today?”

“! Y-Yeah!”

Taking his receipt, he walked off briskly.

Eventually, he sat down and opened his book.

“Hmmm.”

“What? What is it?”

“I mean, I can’t believe our Manager is actually talking to a guy.”

“Enough already!”

Ding-ding-ding

“Welcome!”

“Welcome!”

The automatic doors opened, and in came a group of young women.

“Let’s hit the pachinko parlor before class.”

“Nah, I’m seriously broke right now—both credits and cash!”

Probably college students.

Dyed brown hair and sunglasses.

They gave off a very carefree vibe.

“Hey, isn’t that Tsukigaoka? That’s rare.”  

“Huh?”

And then—their gazes turned toward the boy sitting in the eat-in space.

A bad feeling washed over me. No—this was certainty.

At this time of day… A lone high school boy in a convenience store?

There was no way they wouldn’t approach him.

“You skipping school? Tsukigaoka is near ●× Station, right? Pretty good school! That’s rare.”  

“Hey! Stop that.”

As expected, they approached him. 

One seemed hesitant… but another was very forward.

“I’ll go—”

Sensing this, Hokuto-san started to move—

But then—

“I am skipping, but aren’t you guys the same too?”

“Huh?”  

“Huh?”

“Oh? Didn’t you just mention something about credits earlier?”

“A-Ah.”  

“Well… yeah…”

“You’ll probably hit a jackpot right before class starts if you go now. Maybe hold off right now?”

“Hahaha! That was totally her last time!”  

“S-Shut up! That’s embarrassing…”

Right in front of me was an unbelievable sight.

“M-Manager…”

“Y-Yeah… He seems fine…”

It was the complete opposite of what I had worried about. 

He had already blended in—with college girls no less.

“Just don’t fail your classes or anything. Okay, ladies?”

“You got it!”  

“…Y-Yeah.”

It almost looked like their roles had reversed. 

He talked to them as if they were the same gender as him. 

Casual and confident.

“This is quite the unexpected turn of events.”

“It really is…”

“Oh! I just got a great idea.”

“Huh?”

“A part-time job! A part-time job!”

“What!?”

After my initial shock, Hokuto-san grinned smugly. 

And then—she said something surprising:

“Manager. We’re hiring part-timers right now, aren’t we?”

“…”

“You listening?”

“…You’re right. We are!!”

“Huh?”  

“That’s it…!”

That’s it. If we worked together here, he wouldn’t have to be alone anymore.

He had what it took to work here. 

Why didn’t I realize this sooner?

He—

[There’s no place for me there. I don’t want to go to school.]

That was what he’d said before. 

If he didn’t have a place—then we could create one for him here.  

If we did that—he wouldn’t be alone anymore.  

And surely—if we did that—he’d smile again.  

“M-Manager!?”  

Half on impulse, I called out to him in the eat-in space,“Hey! You!”  

“Huh!? W-What is it?”  

And then—I said this, “How about working here?”

(T/N: sorry for the delay, exams started)