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 04: Himuro-sensei’s Physical Examination

Chapter 04: Himuro-sensei’s Physical Examination

Just before fifth period began, cold, precise footsteps echoed through the Class 1-A classroom.

The one who appeared was the school nurse, Himuro-sensei—her white coat worn to perfection, sharp eyes glinting behind silver-rimmed glasses.

“Pardon the interruption before class. Naoto-kun, you’ll be coming to the infirmary now. We’ll be conducting a special, detailed physical examination based on national requirements.”

The air in the classroom froze solid.

(…A physical exam!?)

(Himuro-sensei, that’s abuse of authority…! What are you planning to do to Naoto-sama in that closed room!?)

Under her desk, Kaguya Saionji clenched her trembling fist and shot Himuro a fierce glare.

Himuro, however, merely scoffed.

“Unfortunately, this comes directly from the headmistress—and ultimately, the Ministry of Health. Collecting vital data from a rare male in his growth period is essential for the safety of women.”

“Ah—okay. I understand.”

Naoto knew perfectly well just how serious a national secret his body was.

Even so, he deliberately played it casual as he stood up.

“Alright then, I’m heading out. Reika-san, see you later.”

“Hyah!? …Ah—y-yeah, sure… go on!”

Bathed in Naoto’s parting wink—(which, to him, was nothing more than a normal smile)—Reika immediately collapsed forward onto her desk, completely short-circuited.

Meanwhile, the remaining thirty-eight elite students could do nothing but watch, hearts torn apart, as Naoto was led away to the place known as the infirmary—also known as the demon’s lair.

…

The infirmary was nothing like the one you’d find at a normal school.

Rows of state-of-the-art medical equipment lined the room, and the entire space was completely soundproof.

This was Himuro-sensei’s absolute territory.

“Alright, sit there. First, could you take off your clothes?”

Himuro’s voice was strictly professional—but Naoto could tell.

Her hands were trembling, just slightly.

And from beneath her white coat drifted a strangely intense feminine presence.

(…Whoa, straight to take them off, huh. Guess that’s a world with a 1:1000 ratio for you—things move fast.)

The “monkey” inside Naoto began to stir, full of anticipation.

Even so, he maintained the act of a pure, innocent boy and obediently reached for the buttons of his uniform.

“Um… do you mean everything?”

“…Yes. Down to your underwear. There’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m a medical professional. This is just an examination.”

Because he still carried the mindset of his old world, Naoto didn’t feel particularly shy about being half-dressed in front of a beautiful school nurse.

But judged by the standards of that old world, the situation would look far more questionable—a closed room, and an authority figure instructing a student to strip.

“…Alright. You’re ready. Stand over there.”

From behind the infirmary curtain, Himuro spoke in a businesslike tone.

Her icy silver-blue bob swayed faintly as she moved, and her sharp eyes behind the silver-rimmed glasses remained perfectly cold.

But Naoto noticed it.

The medical chart in her hands was shaking—just slightly, yet without stopping. And filling this sealed little room was an overpowering, impossible-to-ignore scent.

The clean, sterile smell of disinfectant was being completely buried, overwritten by something far thicker—a dense, syrupy “female in heat” aroma, like overripe fruit on the brink of splitting open, or like a beast that had finally surrendered to its rutting instincts.

(…Damn. So this is the “female instinct” that evolved over a hundred years just to lure men. With a 1:1000 ratio, even a cool, composed adult like Sensei is pushed to her limit just from me taking my clothes off.)

Naoto stood there in nothing but his underwear, continuing to play the role of a pure, innocent boy—while inside, the “monkey” grinned smugly.

The average man in this world had a sloppy, undisciplined body.

But Naoto’s body, shaped by the standards of his old world, was youthful and naturally toned.

To Himuro, it was like being shown a national-treasure-class work of art.

“Sensei, your face looks kind of red. Isn’t it a bit hot in here?”

“…Be quiet. That could affect the readings. Next, we’ll check your lung capacity and… then confirm for any abnormalities through direct contact.”

With trembling fingertips, Himuro touched Naoto’s smooth shoulder.

Her fingers were surprisingly warm—and faintly damp.

…

“Whoa—!”

Naoto deliberately caught his foot on a cable near the floor.

“Watch out!” Himuro cried out at the same time—and Naoto’s body tipped forward toward her.

“Kyah—!?”

Nearly undressed, Naoto stumbled straight into Himuro’s arms.

In that instant, he became acutely aware of the unexpected softness pressing against him—even through her white coat.

(…Uwa, so soft…!! So this is the top-tier body that evolved to compete over the one man in a thousand.)

With full criminal intent, Naoto’s hands circled around her back under the pretense… and firmly captured both at once: the rich, child-bearing hips wrapped in the tight skirt, and the soft swell overflowing from her side. He gripped them perfectly.

“Ah—sorry, Sensei! I think I got a little dizzy…”

While burying his face against her nape, Naoto deliberately breathed hot, heavy exhales onto her skin.

Himuro’s body jolted.

From her nape, an even more intense pheromone—one that could drive reason insane—poured out stronger than before.

“N-Naoto-kun… p-please step back…aah!”

A glossy, seductive sigh leaked from Himuro’s lips.

Her hands, which were supposed to push him away, had—before she knew it—started greedily caressing the youthful muscles of his back, devouring them with her touch.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

In the quiet infirmary, the sound of their pounding heartbeats overlapped, loud enough to be embarrassing.

And then Himuro realized it.

The existence of “that thing” pressed firmly against her lower abdomen—hot, hard, and asserting itself with ferocious life force.

“…Naoto-kun… you’re… this is…”

She looked up at him with moist, shaken eyes.

Her glasses were crooked now, and not a trace remained of the cold, professional nurse she usually was.

In this world, men were fragile—limited, restrained.

She had never heard of a boy displaying such overwhelming vitality from mere proximity alone.

Seizing the moment, Naoto put on the most innocent expression he could manage and met her gaze.

“…Um, excuse me, Sensei. When I hugged you just now, somehow I… uh… my body reacted way more than I expected. This isn’t some kind of illness, right?”

“——!!”

Inside Himuro’s mind, the dam of reason finally collapsed.

An illness?

No—this was exactly what the world desperately sought.

An overwhelming, uncontrollable reaction from a rare male body that far exceeded normal standards.

“…N-No. It isn’t an illness. It’s normal. Far too normal… for a boy. In fact, it’s far beyond what’s usually seen.”

Almost without thinking, she pulled him closer for a brief moment, pressing herself forward as if to verify the sensation for herself.

Her nose brushed his chest plate; her rough, heated breaths scorched his skin.

(…I see. In a world starved at a 1:1000 ratio, even a reaction like this would be enough to push someone over the edge.)

“…Sensei? Are you… feeling nervous too?”

At Naoto’s whisper, Himuro snapped back to herself.

She shoved him away as if struck by electricity and dropped to her knees.

She clamped her thighs tightly together and collapsed forward, bracing herself against the floor with her hands.

“…That’s enough. Get dressed. The examination is… over.”

“Huh? But you said there was still—I mean, things still feel strange. What should I do?”

“That’s enough! Leave—now! If this goes any further, it won’t just be my professional authority collapsing… it’ll be my self-control entirely!”

Himuro covered her face with both hands, desperately trying to steady her ragged breathing.

Naoto, thinking That was close, quietly felt satisfied as he put his uniform back on.

“Thank you very much, Himuro-sensei. …Somehow, I’ve really grown to like your scent. It seems like other guys don’t come to school much, but I’ll be here every day. Is it okay if I come back again tomorrow for another checkup?”

Those parting words were the final blow.

The moment the door closed, a muffled cry—“Uaaah…!!”—echoed from the infirmary, sounding like Himuro’s last shred of composure finally shattering.

Out in the hallway, Naoto casually adjusted his clothes and let out a quiet grin.

(…Whew. Himuro-sensei looks cool on the outside, but inside she might be the most dangerous one yet. Alright—next up, the cute girls in class are waiting.)

Inside Naoto, the “monkey” roared in delight—already imagining how to fully exploit this world’s endless rewards, and the overpowered resource that only he possessed.