Dungeon Streaming in a Chastity-Reversed World with 1:99 Male-to-Female Ratio! I Might Be a Rare Man, But I’ll Risk My Life to Find a Wife! - 38

Chapter 38: The Man Who Wants to Be Called, and the Women Who Want to Call Him

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One afternoon after school.

“Come to think of it… When did everyone start calling me by my first name, Ittou—wait, why are you all doing dogeza!?”

Ittou couldn’t help but shout when his three Guardian Girls dropped into a flowing, practiced dogeza and surrounded him.

“We’re so sorry, Itsukushima-kun… We will atone for this sin with our lives…”

“No, no, no, no!”

“That’s right, it can’t be helped. The Kujuukuri family will pay everyone’s share of the compensation money…”

“No, no, no, no, no, no!!”

“I-I’ll become your slave and spend my whole life making it up to you!”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!”

Ittou waved his hands so fast in denial that he nearly whipped up a breeze, but the three kept listing methods of atonement with vacant eyes. In a 1:99 world, calling a male familiarly by their first name was such a serious matter that even a wife had to carefully time it. 

It carried about the same unpleasantness as a pushy male boss thirty years ago pressing in with “○○-chan~.” Since even wives had to handle it carefully, for unrelated people, the sin was generally considered far heavier. But Ittou…

“Uh, um! Back home in the countryside, my grandma and everyone else just normally called me Ittou, so seriously, don’t worry about it!”

As he said, being called by his first name in the countryside had been normal, so he didn’t care at all. To the three, though, that offhand reassurance was like a voice from heaven.

“I—Ittou-kun…!”

“Ittou-sama…!”

“Ittouuuu, thank youuu!”

The three, overcome with emotion, had to be pulled up to their feet by Ittou, who then breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked up again, all three were clutching their chests and taking deep breaths.

“Eh? Um… What’s wrong?”

“Just wait a moment… We’re focusing right now…!”

Their extraordinary behavior made Ittou straighten up instinctively, quietly watching over them.

The truth was, the three had first started calling him by name back during the Lunchbox-Eating Dogeza Incident. 

Thanks to the mischievous love-filled lunchboxes of the Marin-Manao sisters, they had lost themselves in rivalry and begun calling him that — and only afterward realized what they had done. But once they had started, they simply continued.

(If Ittou never said anything about it, then maybe it’s fine to continue calling him by his first name…)

(After all, calling him by his first name just feels so good…)

So they thought as they continued calling him Ittou. But now that they had received his formal permission, the situation was different. The momentum was completely killed; now they would be calling him by name with him fully aware of it.

With Ittou watching them worriedly, the three widened their eyes and pressed their chests. Their hearts were pounding so impossibly fast that their breasts shook, making them worry if they looked indecent. But this name-calling was something they wanted to treasure. They didn’t want him to think it was creepy and reject them outright.

^[1](We absolutely have to keep calling him by his first name!!!!) 

With that burning resolve, the three struggled to maintain their reason while staring straight at Ittou. The first to move, of course, was Kanna. Clutching her chest, looking down, she stepped forward in front of Ittou, her cheeks flushed a cherry pink. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes and opened her mouth.

“I—Ittou…kun…!”

“Y-Yes…!”

“-!!! Fufu… thank you.”

Not to be outdone, Kusumi stepped forward next. With her hands neatly together in front of her and a smile on her face, she called him.

“Ittou-sama…”

“Yes.”

“Eeeek! I can’t—ahhhh… No more, ahhh…”

The moment his voice replied, Kusumi broke, covering her face with her previously clasped hands, ears blazing red as she writhed and moaned “no more” — though her expression was nothing but bliss. Seeing that, Ittou pressed his own cheeks, trying to hide the rising heat and the involuntary smile tugging at his lips.

Finally, Anri stepped forward before Ittou. But by then her whole body was crimson. She fidgeted, touching her index fingers together, eyes darting around without focus. That made Ittou blush too; still flustered from Kusumi earlier, he fanned himself with his hands and glanced nervously around.

“-!!!!”

Their eyes suddenly met, and both quickly looked down. But Anri, after a quick glance at Kanna and Kusumi, took one more deep breath. Clutching her uniform skirt tightly, she made up her mind and cried out in a small voice:

“I—I—Ittou…!”

“Y-Yes.”

“-!!! Ittou.”

“…? Yes.”

“Ehehe… Ittou, Ittou, Ittou!”

“Ah—Akagi-san! That’s unfair! Me too! Ittou-sama! Ittou-sama! Ittou-sama!”

“H-Hey, wait…! Um, Ittou-kun! Ittou-kun! Ittou-kun!”

For a while an absurd festival of name-chanting unfolded, until at last the four of them came back to their senses, all panting and looking down with faces bright red, filling the room with a strange atmosphere.

“U-Um… Ittou-kun.”

“Y-Yes! What is it, Kanbara-san?”

“Well… Shouldn’t you maybe… I don’t know… Try calling us by our names too?”

“Ah…”

When he looked around, Anri and Kusumi were also gazing at him with eyes full of expectation. Ittou averted his eyes again, took three deep breaths.

Suuuuuu-haaaaaaaaaaaaa

Suuuuu-haaaaaa

Suuu-haaaa

“Fuuh…! W-Well then… K-Kanna. Kusumi. Anri—wait, Kanna!? Kusumi!? Anriiiiii!?”

The moment Ittou called their names, the three of them fell backward in unison. And so, it was decided that he would stick to calling them by their family names — at least until they had grown closer.

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