Chastity Reversed: Part-Time Life by the All-Girls High School - Chapter 70: Reversed Reversed World

My first part-time job was over, and it was almost evening.

All that was left was to change clothes and head home.

…And yet, here I was, still at the convenience store.

“—So, in that world, men’s swimsuits are just the bottoms…”

“That’s too lewd.” Clack-clack.

“Well, it’s a ‘reversed’ world…”

The assistant manager had been bombarding me with questions.

This had all started about an hour ago—

****

“Good work today! I’ll show you to your locker, Sato-kun.”

“Alright.”

“You can store your uniform in the locker if you want, but it’d be better to wash it frequently—”

After switching shifts with Takanashi-san, the pervy old lady, I clocked out.

I was heading to the locker area at the back of the office (the same place where I’d had my interview) when—

Clack-clack.

“Huh?”

“Oh, haha… Sometimes Assistant Manager-chan does side gigs here.”

“Here? In this place?”

“Yeah. She makes games.”

What!?

She seemed like quite a free spirit…

“This is my main gig.” Slide.

“!?”

“Whoa! Assistant Manager-chan spoke!”

Wait—why was the Manager reacting like that!?

“She doesn’t talk unless there’s something she needs.”

“So… does that mean she has something to say now?”

Nod.

“Huh? What is it, Assistant Manager-chan?”

Glance.

“To Sato-kun? But he just finished his first shift and must be tired…”

For some reason, these two seemed to have some sort of unspoken understanding.

Maybe it was because they’d worked together for so long.

“It’s fine. I’d just be bored at home anyway.”

“Oh, really? Then I’ll get back to my paperwork!”

“Understood.”

The Manager seemed busy as usual.

In the cramped office space, she began sorting through what looked like documents.

And then—

“—Finally, we can talk.”

“…About what?”

“You said you came from another world.”

“Huh? You actually believed that?”

Seriously?

She didn’t think I was joking?

Well… it was true though!

“So it’s not true.” Pout.

“Uh…”

She looked away from me in disappointment.

“I thought you were some eccentric kid who genuinely believed that. If it’s just a joke, then whatever.” Pout.

“What would you even do with that information?”

“I’d use it as material. I’m stuck on ideas for my new project.”

“Ah…”

“Well, then. Good work today.”

So that was what this was about.

Perhaps I was starting to understand her a little better.

“In that case—how about a reversed world?”

“…?”

“A world where everything is flipped. Girls care about beauty while boys hardly ever wear makeup.”

What was considered normal in my old world would be unthinkable here.

To me, this world felt like a double-reversed world… or maybe that was just normal?

“For example… men wear loincloths—or long strips of cloth like bandages—to cover their lower bodies when they wrestle.”

Sumo existed in this world too.

But naturally, it was a women’s sport here.

They wrapped their chests with cloth for support!

“A-And their upper bodies…?”

“They’re bare.”

“…” Gulp.

“When they slap each other during matches, their chests turn red and swollen. The sight of two men grappling is incredibly intense.”

“T-That gets broadcast on TV?”

“It’s aired nationwide on public television…”

“No way!”

That intensity was unique to sumo in my old world.

Here, attacking a woman’s chest would be out of bounds—like hitting below the belt.

It was more like wrestling in this world since men didn’t have those restrictions here.

“Tell me more.”

“Huh? Well… oh, yeah. In the reversed world, men strip easily.”

“What?”

“They get excited and take their clothes off. For instance, after winning a match—when the whistle blows—they immediately strip off their uniforms—”

Gulp.

“And then throw them into the crowd before spraying beer everywhere.”

“T-That sounds indecent…”

“You think so?”

Well, I guess it did sound unbelievable.

After all, sports themselves were reversed in this world.

“And also… most importantly, even ‘chastity’ is reversed in that world.”

“What!?”

“The value of virginity for men is equivalent to how virginity is valued for women here… Most men are eager to lose it as soon as possible.”

“No way. How could such a paradise for women exist…” Clack-clack.

“Haha…”

She typed furiously on her laptop.

I was glad she found something useful in all this.

…Though honestly, I was currently living in that kind of world myself.

Not that I thought it was particularly convenient!

“Tell me more!” Slide!

“Huh!?”

Suddenly—she prostrated herself before me!?

And so—I shared everything I could think of—

****

“In that world… muscular men who work out often enjoy being touched by others (wild assumption).”

“What kind of utopia is that…” Clack-clack.

I must’ve talked for about two hours straight.

I was starting to feel exhausted—like I might die soon.

“Is that enough for you?”

“This is incredible… absolutely incredible…” Glowing aura.

She was practically radiating some strange energy by now.

Still—I never imagined that knowledge from my old world could actually help someone like this.

“How did you come up with such a setting?”

“Huh? Oh… just something I thought up to kill time…”

“But it feels odd. That kind of world seems more convenient for ‘us’. It doesn’t feel like something a man would imagine.”

She was sharp.  

But well—it wasn’t like she’d believe me if I told her I used to live there.  

And honestly—I didn’t feel like telling her either.  

“How about flipping the perspective, Assistant Manager-san?”  

“?”  

“What if a man from that world came over here? Wouldn’t that make for an interesting story?”  

“!! You’re a genius…”  

“Haha.”  

There were stories like that. My friends from my old life used to rave about them.  

Never thought I’d end up living in one myself, though.  

“I can’t waste any time—I’ll head home and get serious before my shift starts in an hour!”  

“Oh… okay.”  

“Adieu!” Dash! 

Her personal pronoun was “ware”? That was unique!  

Also—wasn’t she technically off-duty today?  

“…Man, I’m exhausted…”  

How long had it been since I’d had such an intense conversation?  

After hours of relentless questioning—even the sports drink they gave me earlier was gone by now.  

“…”  

Still—I felt strangely fulfilled.  

Leaning back against the chair with a sense of pleasant drowsiness—I let myself relax—