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! - 51-52

Chapter 51: The Strong but Weak Man and the Weak but Strong Women

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“Hey, Itsukushima.”

Lost deep in thought about how every word he spoke might change the lives of the women around him, Ittou suddenly lifted his head when Urahana called out to him. Ittou remembered—back in the countryside, almost everyone around him had been older. Even though he was a man, he had been weaker than anyone else. 

The “grannies” had been experienced, capable, and reliable. They didn’t follow him—they guided him. But in the city, Ittou had begun to meet many new people. He was forming new connections with those he had never encountered in the countryside. Some were good, some were bad, and others were complex. The relationships were constantly shifting, creating an environment that made his head spin.

Ittou focused on his own goals, doing everything he could just to hold on to himself. But he had come face-to-face with something he could no longer ignore. His own responsibility.

It felt as if his very body had turned into a cold blade. He didn’t know what to say to the woman standing before him. What words would be right? What words would be wrong? His lips trembled and dried out, his breathing slowly becoming erratic. Just as he managed to let out something close to a groan, the woman in front of him spoke.

“I’m not saying you have to carry everything on those young shoulders of yours. In fact, it’s the opposite.”

“T-The opposite?”

Urahana clasped her hands behind her back, tilting her body slightly to the right as she leaned forward to look into Ittou’s face, who had barely managed to mutter the words. Her expression was serious, sorrowful—filled with empathy. Then her gaze shifted past him, and Ittou turned to look behind.

There stood Kanna, watching him with worry, along with the members of Team A who had caught up, the sisters Marin and Manao, and the rescued members of Team H.

Ah, I see… Those eyes earlier…

That was when Ittou realized. Urahana’s eyes had been filled with genuine concern for him. There hadn’t been even a trace of fear, only honesty and compassion.

“Ittou Itsukushima-kun. Compared to you, these girls might lack experience in dungeons, or solo ability. But you know…”

Urahana whispered in his ear, and Ittou’s body trembled.

“Every one of them wants to help you. That’s why—”

A gentle presence supported his back. A warm voice steadied his heart.

“Don’t try to fight alone, kid.”

The words were rough, but more than anything, they were kind. There had been no one like her in the countryside. No one who could become like the grannies. He had always been weak.

In the countryside, he had constantly felt his own weakness. He had hated that he was the only one so powerless. He had hidden that feeling deep within himself. Even from his own heart. He didn’t want to believe he was different from everyone else.

So he had kept diving into dungeons, chasing strength. But the grannies had always been stronger—unyielding—and Ittou had simply kept running without stopping, until he was utterly exhausted. Then he had moved to the city. And there, he met them…

Girls his own age. People just as weak as him. Unlike the strong, wise, and kind grannies, these girls were ones who gasped, cried, struggled, worked hard, rejoiced, and laughed. He had felt both anxious and relieved. Yes. He was relieved that he wasn’t alone. They were weak people who worried, envied, and resented, yet strong people who worked hard, got hurt, and still stood up again. They were fighting the same battles as he was.

And then…

“Oh, right, one more thing. Let me tell you something. The mental strength of women is a hell of a lot tougher and more resilient than yours. ‘This one’ included. So just… Ugh…”

And then…

“Um…Wi-Will you l-let me fight with you? I’ll do my best… So… Let’s think together… And fight together.”

They were amazing. Ittou looked up. He wanted to see clearly—the strong, admirable figures of those girls. And for a long moment, he fought back the tears that threatened to spill.

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Chapter 52: The Man Who Speaks, and the Women Who Listen

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“Phew… Sorry, I’ve calmed down now. Thanks, Unohana-san.”

“A-ah… Aaahhhhhhh…!”

At Ittou’s gentle smile, Unohana’s face flushed bright red. Her eyes spun in circles, and she let out a strange cry as her body jerked awkwardly. Then, with a jolt so sharp it almost made a “boing” sound, her body trembled once, and just like Ittou earlier, she tilted her head back toward the sky.

Everyone flinched slightly, waiting for Unohana’s next move. A few seconds later, still in that position, she lowered her face. But her expression was no longer that of the timid, small-animal-like Unohana from before. It was that of her other self, the one who showed the glint of a predator. She sighed deeply and shook her head with exasperation.

“Good grief. Just when I thought she finally showed some backbone, she swaps out in seconds. Pathetic… Well, I guess that still counts as progress.”

“U-urahana-san?”

When Ittou’s voice cracked in confusion at Unohana’s sudden change in tone, the girl grinned wickedly.

“Yeah. Looks like Ui tapped out, so I’ll be handling things for a while. Lucky for you, we’re still inside the dungeon.”

With that, Urahana turned to glance at the girls waiting behind Ittou. The first to speak up, as a girl approached from the other side, was Marin.

“Hey, you! What are you to Icchan!? Why are you making him cry, you little shrimp?!”

“I-I didn’t cry! I-I held it in!”

Ittou turned bright red as he protested against Marin’s accusation. His flustered reaction made most of the girls clutch their chests and groan.

“S-so cute…”

The only one unmoved was Urahana, who chuckled as she looked down at Marin—now collapsed from the sheer impact of Ittou’s expression.

“The little shrimp you’re talking about… You know, she sat her butt right on your Icchan’s strong arm, whispered sweet nothings in his ear, and drove him wild, old lady.”

“She didn’t whisper any sweet nothings!”

Ittou’s face turned even redder as he shouted back. Marin, who had been blushing pink moments ago, suddenly went pale and began trembling.

“S-so you only denied the ‘sweet nothings’ part…? Then… That means you really did sit your butt on his arm… And really did drive him wild!? A-and even though you didn’t say sweet things, he still got all flustered!? Why!? Is Icchan a masochist!? I’m a masochist too, so what does that mean for us!?”

Clutching her head, Marin shouted in confusion, while beside her, Manao muttered endlessly to herself.

“Heh… Manao is an S… but now there’s an even greater S…? Manao will become Icchan’s number one S. Manao will be the Queen of Sadists…”

Ittou pretended not to hear her and glanced toward the A-Team girls, who were silently comparing Unohana’s figure to their own. As Ittou tilted his head, the three of them shared the same thought.

(If Unohana-san’s weight is light enough for Ittou-kun to lift… Then what about me…? Oh, right! There was that paper about manipulating mana to adjust gravity! If I master that, I could make myself weigh as little as Unohana-san…!)

(His arm and her butt!? That means… His arm touched her butt!? No, wait—her butt touched his arm!? Either way, Ittou’s okay with that!? Does that mean he’s fine with pervy girls!? No, no, Ittou’s not like that! But still… I want my butt to touch his arm too!)

(So Ittou-sama likes butts, does he? Then I must refine mine as well. Ittou-sama, I swear, I shall become your number one butt!)

Feeling a dangerously bad premonition, Ittou averted his eyes. When he turned toward the H-Team instead, he noticed Urahana gesturing for him to come over. The H-Team girls all glanced at him awkwardly, but Ittou felt the same way. He knew part of the failure in their last dungeon training had been his fault. If he had noticed and corrected things sooner, things could have gone much better. He wanted to apologize, but doing so might only make them feel worse.

Thinking that, Ittou struggled to find the right words. He was still young, after all. He didn’t have the smooth wit or gentle humor of the grandmas back home, and his mind went blank. Still, he knew he couldn’t keep them waiting. He steeled himself and stepped forward.

I-I have to apologize! Then, I’ll tell them I’ll do better, and we’ll get along better! Yeah, that’s it!

Just as he was about to bow and apologize—

“Itsukushima, thanks.”

“…Huh?”

Before Ittou could even lower his head, Urahana spoke words of gratitude.

“Seriously, we really messed up back there. I’m glad you and Kanbara came to help. You saved us. Thanks. Right, everyone?”

At her words, the H-Team girls nodded over and over like bobbing dolls, then began thanking Ittou and Kanna one after another. Ittou blinked in surprise and looked back at Urahana. She caught his gaze, winked sharply, and smiled, exchanging a knowing glance with Katagiri beside her. Katagiri nodded softly, then stepped forward and spoke to her teammates.

“We panicked too much today. We didn’t even use our usual formation properly. We’ve got to show what we can really do. Oh, and remember last time in class? We got too nervous and didn’t explain our abilities well to Itsukushima-kun. We don’t want to trouble him again, so let’s make sure we communicate properly, okay?”

Her voice was a bit shaky, and she spoke quickly, but the other members nodded together and turned their eyes toward Ittou. Ittou understood right away that Katagiri was following Urahana’s lead—helping to guide the group. Fighting back the warmth welling behind his eyes, he spoke.

“I-I’m sorry too. I should’ve tried harder to understand everyone’s abilities. A-and… Yeah, maybe things got rough for a moment, but at the end, you were all amazing! So… I want to know more about everyone!”

Even while fumbling for words, Ittou used gestures, desperately trying to express his feelings.

Words are hard. Talking is hard. Conveying feelings is hard…

He felt once again how incredible his grandmas had been at reading the room and choosing words carefully. But he was also deeply moved by Urahana and Katagiri. Urahana had the same kind of wisdom his grandmas possessed—but what touched him even more was Katagiri’s courage. Even though she was nervous, she had done her best to communicate.

Inspired by her determination, Ittou too tried his hardest—despite his nerves—to tell the girls what he admired about them, what he respected, what made them amazing. He just wanted to get it all across. Then…

“Alright, enough, Itsukushima. Are you trying to kill my team after I just saved their lives?”

Before he realized it, Urahana was gripping his shoulder with an intimidating smile. When Ittou turned to face her..

“A~hh, u~hh, eeee~~hh, ahahahahaha~~~~”

“Waaah! Waaah!! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!”

“Daria, calm down. But… Ah… I can’t… Katagiri-san? Katagiri-san?”

“……………Ah.”

Four girls stood there, faces flushed bright red, swaying on their feet. Seeing their state, Ittou’s own face turned just as red once again.

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