I Got Transferred to a World Where Chastity Is Reversed, and Even Though I Just Pretended to Be Innocent and Treated People Kindly, I Got Worshipped Like a “God” and Overwhelmed With Love ~At an Academy With a Gender Ratio of 1:1000, It Would Be Really Bad If They Found Out I’m Actually Insanely Stacked~ - Chapter 03: Search Results - A “Paradise” With a Gender Ratio of 1:1000

Chapter 03: Search Results – A “Paradise” With a Gender Ratio of 1:1000

Naoto had tried to refuse, but his classmates—insisting that “we must not cause Naoto-sama any stress”—had retreated into the hallway with expressions twisted in sheer agony.

Thanks to that, the classroom during lunch break ended up, unintentionally, with only Naoto inside.

Picking at the top-tier lacquered bento that Kaguya Saionji had left behind after declaring it “taste-tested,” Naoto pulled his smartphone from his pocket.

“…Alright. I really should learn what kind of world this is before something irreversible happens.”

With slightly trembling fingers, Naoto typed “Japan gender ratio” into the search engine.

When he saw the number displayed at the very top of the results, his chopsticks slipped from his hand.

[Current gender ratio in Japan – Male : Female = 1 : 1,000]

“…One thousand!? Isn’t it supposed to be, like, five hundred at worst!?”

It was an even more hopeless number than the endangered-species ratios he’d heard about in his old world—hopeless for men, and yet strangely heaven-like at the same time.

Why had the world become this warped?

As Naoto dug deeper into the search results, he came across records of a devastating “global disaster” that had struck the world roughly a hundred years ago.

[Spread of the Y-Chromosome Mutation Virus “Y-V”]

A hundred years ago, a virus suddenly appeared.

It infected only the Y chromosome in men and thoroughly destroyed their reproductive function.

The birth rate of boys dropped to a truly hopeless level, to the point where rejection reactions began occurring even at the fetal stage.

Only boys with a rare, special resistance to the virus were miraculously born—just 0.1%.

That wall of “one in a thousand” still continued to bind the world even now.

Next, Naoto searched for images of “men” in this world.

When he saw photos labeled as the “average male high school student” on news sites and social media, Naoto fell silent once again.

(…What is this slob…? And that messy hair—are those wrinkled pajamas!?)

What appeared on screen were men who looked like complete shut-ins—lacking any sense of cleanliness, selfish, and constantly irritated.

According to the articles, the reason was simple.

Women came to them without effort. There was no need for self-improvement at all.

In this world, men didn’t try to please women—they behaved as if women existed to serve them. Many barely even left their homes.

Instead of attending school, they drifted through correspondence education half-heartedly.

That, apparently, was considered the “normal” lifestyle here.

In contrast, every image of women made Naoto let out a quiet sigh—they were all breathtakingly beautiful.

As the survival competition to secure men had evolved to the extreme, the women of this world had all ended up with model-level looks.

Some had glamorous, curvy figures, while others were slender types that stirred a protective instinct—but they all shared one thing in common:

Their skin was flawless, like polished porcelain, and they were always ready to attract men.

Naoto’s biggest question was this:

Why were men—an overwhelming minority—not controlled or enslaved by women who dominated politics and the military, but instead allowed to live like kings?

As he continued reading, a tragic piece of history appeared in the search results.

[The Dark Ten Months: The Collapse of the Dictatorship State “Guinea”]

Once upon a time, a dictatorship nation chose an extreme policy:

All rare men would be fully nationalized and monopolized by elite elderly women.

The result was disastrous.

The men placed under strict control lost their will to live and began committing mass suicide one after another.

At the same time, ordinary women—deprived of men entirely—turned violent and launched an unprecedented armed uprising.

The country collapsed overnight.

“…I see. So if you don’t let men stay free and keep them in a good mood… the human race itself goes extinct.”

From those harsh lessons, modern society had arrived at a highly refined system:

Give men the greatest privileges and freedom possible, and have them contribute willingly.

It was a sophisticated structure—often referred to as a “golden birdcage.”

What shocked Naoto most, however, was the economic aspect.

In this world, the moment a boy reached maturity, he was required to register with the nation’s genetic contribution bank. By high school age, just one regular monthly “submission” earned an enormous government subsidy.

As long as they maintained that, they could essentially live a carefree life without working.

Naoto looked up the typical physical specs of men in this world… and felt an even bigger chill crawl down his spine.

-Average guy’s ejaculation frequency: Once every 4 days is pretty much his absolute limit.

-“Exceptional” men (Sex Monsters): Once every 2 days—and that’s just their casual pace.

But compared to the standards of his old world—and his own brutally honest, primate-like body—

“…I could easily handle ten times a day.”

That was when it truly hit him.

In this world, his youthful, overflowing vitality wasn’t just a biological function.

It was a top-tier national resource—worth more than diamonds.

Even more surprising was the fact that male students here normally only attended school for ceremonies or exams.

Most of their education was handled online, from the safety of their homes.

After all, why would any man willingly go out of his way to enter a troublesome place filled entirely with women?

(…So that means the only guy planning to come to this school every day… is me?)

When Naoto glanced out the window toward the hallway, he saw them.

The beautiful girls of his class were waiting—watching with intense, eager eyes for his lunch break to finally end.

“…Other guys in this world are idiots. They could be spending every day surrounded by cute girls and hot teachers, and instead they shut themselves in at home? No way that makes sense.”

Naoto popped the last onigiri from the bento box into his mouth and grinned.

“I’m coming every day. Cute classmates, that sexy homeroom teacher—it’s fine if I take it all, right…?”

He sorted through the information he’d just learned in his head.

(A chromosome bug caused by a virus. After living like that for a hundred years, no wonder women are desperate. And on top of that, the few precious men left are all fat, arrogant shut-ins… So if a guy like me—‘normal-looking,’ ‘kind to women,’ and from another world—says he’s coming to school every day…)

Hearing the girls’ soft, excited giggles leaking in from the hallway, Naoto finally became certain.

“…Just by acting normal, am I going to drive women all over the country crazy?”

He could feel the “monkey” inside him reacting harder than ever before—to the overwhelmingly sweet scent this world gave off.

And then came fifth period, right after that.

Naoto was about to step straight into the domain of Himuro-sensei, the school nurse—a woman aiming directly for the world-class resource known as him.