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

Take me with you 3

“Natsuki Kamiji.”

The poor girl who had been confessed to by the old Sora Sato, meaning the old me.

“…She’s started to look like him.”

In first year, it hadn’t been that bad.

She had been popular within the class, but she had still played with us normally.

But in second year, that changed drastically.

Basketball, which she had always been good at. Once she moved up a grade and became a regular, her fans rapidly increased beyond her class and even her year.

From then on, I had somehow started avoiding her.

Because the lid on my memories opened.

Because she made me remember “him” from my old world, from long ago…

☆

Back in middle school.

“Sorry. I’ve got plans with some girls today.”

That guy suddenly appeared around the end of second term.

A transfer student who had moved from far away.

Super good face, super good athletic ability, good personality.

His name was “Touma.”

He was so perfect I wondered if he was a bugged otome game character.

Before I knew it, a fan club had formed.

He snatched up a regular spot in the club too.

The girl I had been a little interested in fell for him.

《–“Let me help. It will be faster that way.”–》

He wasn’t a bad guy.

Rather, the opposite.

He was a saint who treated boys and girls without discrimination. Even if I wanted to hate him, I couldn’t.

But surely, I alone hated him.

The reason was his expression.

That guy was always surrounded by girls, but he never looked like he was having fun.

Even though he was in such an enviable place, he was always…

《–“…Yeah. Okay. I’m looking forward to the bento.”–》

A troubled smile.

That look on his face like he was playing it cool.

What was he, some laid-back protagonist?

Don’t screw with me, I thought.

I was frustrated.

I didn’t have a single female friend, and there he was.

“Sora, let’s go already.”

“Earth Rider releases today.”

“If we don’t hurry, it’ll sell out!”

Like usual, my male friends pulled me by the hand.

In the corner of my vision, he was looking our way.

For just an instant.

With eyes that seemed strangely distant.

By the time I closed the classroom door, he was already facing the girls.

–“Can I stop by your place today?”

–“An enclosed room, no way nothing happens…”

–“What’ll happen is a fight.”

When my male friends talked to me while laughing.

–“I’m done for… definitely a failing grade.”

–“As always.”

–“Wish tests were only health and PE.”

–“Swapping health and PE with math would be better for the world.”

When we hung our heads over test results.

–“Sora, make a girlfriend appear for me.”

–“This person is not Doraemon.”

–“Sora, become a girl.”

–“Oh, is that a confession?”

–“I wanna TS so bad~”

Even when I lamented with my unpopular male friends.

“…Hey.”

At first, I thought it was my imagination.

At some point, it turned into certainty. I called out to him.

In the changing room before PE, to him, who seemed somewhat restless.

“You should hang out with guys once in a while too. You free after school?”

“Ah… sorry, I have plans with some girls today.”

“Then after you’re done is fine.”

“Eh?”

“I’ll wait.”

“Ah… but it’ll be late…”

Maybe there had been zero boys who had ever called out to him that way.

He was supposed to be someone I had disliked from the start, but somehow I couldn’t leave him alone.

“Ha. What? Don’t tell me it’s an ‘asazun’?”

“Huh, zun as in sparrows? I’ll be home by seven, though…”

That way he wasn’t used to the dirty jokes common between guys.

“After school, then.”

“O-Okay… what is it?”

And that expression he made, happy without hiding it.

I almost said, I bet girls love that…

“Nothing.”

But I stopped.

Handsome guys were handsome no matter what they did. So unfair.

☆

A little after seven thirty.

Probably worn down by girls, that guy arrived looking tired.

“Sorry to keep you waiting… Sorry, are we really going now?”

“I told my parents I’d be late. Let’s go to the arcade.”

“Are we taking purikura?”

“Waste of money.”

I couldn’t help laughing, and we played like usual.

My everyday life.

But for him…

–“Zo-Zombies, zombies!!”

–“Isn’t this rock-paper-scissors game overwhelmingly unfair?”

–“This isn’t a free throw!”

It seemed completely different. He was shouting in a voice I had never heard from him before.

“I spent a lot.”

“You really do only hang out with girls, huh.”

“…Yeah.”

“That was the first time I’ve seen something called a fan club.”

“…”

“?”

“…I thought you, especially, hated me.”

He said it abruptly, as if releasing something he had been holding back.

“…”

Silence.

It wasn’t that I was hesitating over what to say.

It was a tiny bit of “affirmation” in place of an answer.

“…Everyone, including me, knows you’re a good guy.”

“!”

“But still. A guy surrounded by girls is so damn enviable I can’t help it.”

I continued frankly.

Because I thought it didn’t matter anymore.

“…I was jealous of you.”

“Because you were always surrounded by boys.”

“And today, I figured out why too.”

He smiled shyly.

The way he scratched his cheek felt somehow different from usual.

“Because being with you is fun.”

“…What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m glad I got to make memories before I disappear.”

“Huh?”

“I’m moving next month. My dad’s what they call a job-transfer type.”

Don’t say it so casually.

I was about to put that into words when I noticed his hand was trembling.

“…I see.”

“Yeah. Once I’m in high school, I’ll come visit again.”

“…”

“Sato-kun, you’re someone I admire. I want to talk beside you like this again. Not over the phone or LUIN.”

“That’s heavy.”

“Hehe.”

Maybe it had been too late for us to become close.

He had been someone I disliked, but now I felt lonely that he was going far away.

“Hey, Touma.”

“Eh?”

“Next time we meet, you can call me ‘Sora.'”

“…That part of you is unfair, you know.”

“What is?”

“Nothing~”

He looked away.

Starting the next day, he showed up not only with the girls but with the boys’ group too.

At first there was a little awkwardness, but he blended in in no time.

With a smile he had never shown before, his fans increased again.

Even more guys who fell for him increased too (?).

“I’ve ended up having to transfer schools.”

He announced it in the classroom on his last day coming to school.

There was even an insane line called the confession standby line.

On a winter day when snow, rare for this place, had piled up.

“…Ahh. I wish I had been a girl.”

“What’s that? Did being too popular make you hate being a guy?”

“Nope. I just thought I would’ve become the girlfriend of unpopular you.”

“Ha. Well, thanks.”

“…”

“Don’t suddenly go quiet.”

Before I knew it, we had become close enough to talk alone often.

Trading banter like this was something I couldn’t have imagined before.

“Make sure you remember them, okay? Your memories with me.”

“I told you, that’s heavy.”

“Ahaha.”

“I won’t forget. Go on without worrying.”

“…Yeah.”

But that time came to an end.

The sound of the approaching train.

“Sora. I’m glad I met you in this world.”

On the station platform, I remembered what he said to me as I laughed, “You’re exaggerating.”

“Thank you for taking me out of there.”

☆

The gym was wrapped in incredible heat.

The dodgeball match between Class B and Class C had begun.

“We’ll take down everyone except Kanatan!”

“Get ’em!”

When it came to high school girls playing dodgeball, it was fierce.

Their arm strength and grip strength were incomparable to middle school girls… especially the girls from the baseball club.

“Oraaa!”

Even though her form scooped up from below, it was a blazing fastball.

The ball was soft and didn’t hurt much even if it hit you, but…

–“Gwaaaaa!!”

–“Ah, she’s dead.”

Scary things were still scary.

Class C was being mowed down one after another by Sakurai-san, our class’s underhand thrower.

“Can’t be helped. Kanata, do it.”

“Yeah, yeah… kyapi☆”

“Aghhhh.”

However, Sakurai-san’s unmatched streak came to an end.

Because Kanata-kun on the enemy court gave her a double peace sign.

“Nice, Kanata.”

“Yay!”

“Dirty!”

“They used Kanatan!”

“Do it more!”

Heckling flew toward Sato-kun, who had taken the ball.

He smiled like a mischievous kid and swung his arm up.

“Outfield, here’s your chance for revenge.”

“

“UOOOOOH!!”

“

The ball drew an arc and passed to the Class C girls.

“Guaaaaa!!”

“I died.”

“Hand Kanatan over to us!”

Soon, we were the ones being counterattacked.

The outfielders returned to the inner court one after another.

…Will this be over in another thirty minutes?

☆

“…There aren’t many left.”

“…Yeah.”

But my worries ended up being needless.

The court that had felt so cramped before now felt too wide instead.

“You think so too, right, Your Excellency Kanata?”

“I’m not a demon!”

“You say that after burying so many people?”

“Who made me do it?” *poka poka*

“I-It doesn’t hurt…”

There were two demons who had slaughtered a huge number of Class B girls.

One was the idol “Kanata Azuma.”

The other was my “male friend,”

“Sora Sato.”

“…So I have no choice but to do it.”

“Ah.”

“Crap.”

At Kanata-kun, whom no one had been able to hit.

–“Hey, is she doing it? Here and now!”

–“Kanatan! Run!”

–“Seriously? Is there a woman who can hit Kanatan…?”

While hearing those voices, I drew my arm back.

“Kya☆”

A cute voice.

The ball hit Kanata-kun, making it one-on-one.

…Though somehow, his breakfall was perfect.

–“She actually did it!”

–“As expected of a popular girl!”

–“We’ve got Natsuki on our side!”

–“A woman who’ll never have trouble finding men!”

–“You throw a ‘prince’ at an idol!”

My Class B’s voices rose in excitement.

Whatever the content, I was a little happy.

“Haha, they’re saying some wild stuff.”

“They are.”

“You look like you’re having fun.”

“Yeah.”

“Even though you’re about to die?”

“Ahaha, try it!”

He bounced the ball as if warming up his shoulder and stared at me.

I really couldn’t think of him as a “boy.”

“The timing’s perfect too. Let’s decide it in a duel.”

“…You really are ‘womanly.'”

“Thanks. Then–“

“Wha–“

He rolled the ball.

Of course, it came into my hands.

“The one who invited you can’t be the one holding it, right?”

Ahh. You really were strange.

More than anyone I had ever met…

–“Kamiji-san, do your best!!”

–“She really is cool…”

–“Of course she’s the last one left!”

You were different from “them,” the ones who had appeared at some point and were raising shrill cheers.

“Then I’ll end this, Sato-kun.”

“…”

“?”

“From now on, you can call me ‘Sora.'”

“!”

He smiled.

But his expression was just a little sad, with a shadow over it.

Beautiful. I felt like I might be drawn into those eyes.

“Here I go, ‘Sora’!”

Surely he would catch this ball too…

–“He caught it!”

–“Knock her down!”

–“Avenge Kanatan!”

As if it were only natural, he caught it.

The gym’s excitement rose higher and higher.

The ball was released from that trained arm as he drew it back.

“…Not bad, Natsuki.”

That was why I had to answer him too.

–“Kamiji caught it too!”

–“Don’t underestimate a hot girl!”

–“Do it!”

The shrill voices were drowned out.

The voices I had heard all this time were painted over by the girls’ cheers.

So I drew my arm back as wide as I could too.

–The next instant, the loudest cheer of the day erupted.

My female classmates came rushing over with a roar.

It was the lunch break when I clearly understood where I wanted to be.

“Complete defeat!”

To him, who said that and smiled brilliantly, I murmured amid the uproar because I was embarrassed.

“Thank you for taking me out of there.”

–Take me with you End–

▲ Author’s Afterword

I thought I would wait until this chapter was over, but I’ll say it here already.

This work has been adapted into a manga——-!!! (shouting) (incredibly late)

With the title changed to “The Rumored Me Who Can Get Laid If Asked in a Chastity Reversal World,” it is available for free on Kadocomi and Nico Nico Seiga. I was surprised by how much more erotic it got.

The next update is scheduled for December 5, so please, please check out the manga too.

I’m still debating whether to change the title…

For now, keeping it as-is has the advantage.