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 05: Karaoke Panic

Chapter 05: Karaoke Panic

Just before the sixth-period bell rang, Naoto returned to the classroom—only to find it wrapped in an eerie silence.

The instant his figure appeared beyond the door, all thirty-nine elite girls moved at once, conducting a full-scale “status check.”

“Naoto-sama…! A-Are you alright!? That is—did Himuro-sensei do anything improper to your body!?”

Class president Kaguya Saionji rushed over so fast it looked like she might kick her chair aside.

Her normally cool, sharp eyes wavered with anxiety, and her deep navy-black hair swayed wildly.

“Yo, Naoto, you’re late. Don’t tell me that glasses chick did something pervy to you and you couldn’t even stand anymore?”

The blonde gyaru, Reika, walked over in her usual rough tone, but her cheeks were bright red.

Only after confirming that Naoto was safe did she finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Haha, I’m fine. The exam just went on longer than I expected. Himuro-sensei was really thorough. …I did get a little dizzy and ended up hugging her, but she caught me and supported me gently.”

““Y-You hugged her!?””

The temperature in the classroom jumped by at least five degrees in an instant.

(((((Himuro-sensei, that’s abuse of authority, isn’t it!? We’re holding ourselves back from even getting within one meter of him!!)))))

The girls cried tears of blood in their hearts.

Meanwhile, Naoto calmly ignored those internal screams, flashed a refreshing smile—and casually dropped what would become the biggest proposal of the day.

“Ah—right. Since it’s the first day, I thought I’d like to get closer to everyone. …How about we all go to karaoke together after this?”

For one full second, the classroom entered a vacuum.

Getting invited out by a rare male in this world was like winning first prize in the lottery—and then immediately getting hit by a meteor on top of that miracle.

“…Um, Naoto-sama. D-Does that mean… all of us?”

Saionji asked, clutching her chest with trembling fingers.

“Yeah. Of course, only if it’s not inconvenient. …Is that a problem?”

When Naoto tilted his head slightly, the class’s collective sanity shattered with a loud PA-KIIN!

“““““WE’LL GLADLY GO!!!!!!!!!”””””

The response rolled through the room like thunder.

The very next moment, the girls sprang into action all at once.

Some discreetly checked spare batteries for their hidden cameras.

Others adjusted the direction on their ultra-sensitive microphones.

To record this historic event—“First Karaoke With God”—and preserve his singing voice as a holy relic, their eyes had fully transformed into those of hunters.

…

The group moved to a karaoke box, but there was no way forty people could fit into a single room.

In a hurry, they split up: one large room for twenty people, and two smaller rooms with ten each.

Naoto was placed in the big twenty-person room.

The girls who lost at rock–paper–scissors shed tears of blood as they were quietly escorted into the other rooms.

Naoto had planned to relax and enjoy karaoke with Saionji and Reika—but what awaited him was a space very, very far from anything that could be called “casual fun.”

“……H-Hah… Naoto-sama watching me sing… I can’t… that’s just too much…”

The absolute elites of the elite couldn’t even keep their hands steady on the microphones.

Some were so nervous they missed notes repeatedly.

Others went the opposite route—singing with fierce expressions that rivaled professionals, all in an effort to display even a shred of appeal.

“Haha… everyone, relax a bit more. …Ah, my throat’s dry. I’ll grab a drink—and while I’m at it, I’ll check on the girls in the other rooms too.”

The moment Naoto stood up, despair swallowed the girls in the large room, as if they were about to shout “Don’t go!” at any second.

Meanwhile, the girls in the other rooms—who had been glaring over with pure resentment—burst into wild joy.

Naoto refilled his drink quickly and stepped into one of the ten-person rooms.

The atmosphere there was completely different from the noisy big room—quiet, focused… almost as if everything had been carefully planned.

“Ah, it’s Naoto-kun! You really came!”

The first to speak was Shizuka Utagawa.

Her porcelain-white skin glowed softly under the lights, paired with short ash-silver hair that gently caught the eye.

A former choir club member, her slightly drooping, moist eyes—framed by long, delicate white lashes—gave her an air that naturally stirred a protective instinct.

Her chest was modest and her frame slender, but because of that, the smooth lines from her long neck down to her collarbone stood out beautifully—so striking it made you look twice.

“Shizuka-san, I could hear your singing all the way out in the hallway earlier. It was really beautiful.”

“Eh…!? Th-thank you… I can’t believe Naoto-kun is praising me like that…”

Shizuka’s slim shoulders trembled as she clutched the microphone tightly with both hands.

Naoto sat down beside her, close enough that their shoulders lightly brushed.

“I wanted to hear your singing up close. …Oh? Shizuka-san, your face is really red. Is the room too warm?”

Pretending to be innocent, Naoto leaned in slightly and gently placed a hand on her forehead.

“H-Hyaun…!? I-I’m fine… really. It’s just… Naoto-kun’s scent is kind of…”

Shizuka’s senses were flooded with Naoto’s youthful presence.

As she awkwardly shifted on the sofa to straighten her posture, Naoto noticed something she clearly hadn’t.

The light-gray fabric beneath her showed a faint, darkened mark.

(…Wow. Just sitting next to her and touching her forehead did this. She must’ve been holding back a lot.)

Naoto smiled inwardly, then leaned in just a little closer.

“Hey… could you sing one more song? Just for me. Your voice has had my heart racing this whole time.”

“…!! Y-Yes…!!”

Shizuka stood up with her face bright red, her legs shaking like a newborn fawn’s.

As she sang, the room slowly filled with a gentle sweetness—like the lingering scent of candy, mixed with nervous excitement and the unmistakable musk of a female in heat.

…

The next room Naoto visited had a completely different vibe.

There stood Umino, the ace of the swimming club, her healthy sun-kissed skin glowing and a deep indigo ponytail bouncing behind her.

Her sharp, confident eyes usually gave off a strong-willed impression, but now they looked unfocused, as if she were overheating.

Because of her cheerful personality, she had undone a couple of buttons on her uniform.

The contrast between her tanned skin and the pale skin beneath her blouse stood out vividly, almost dazzling.

Her athletic body showed off a tight waist and an energetic presence born from daily training.

“Yo, Naoto! Make this room lively too, yeah…?”

Umino’s voice cracked slightly.

Naoto sat down beside her, his eyes drawn to the bright line running from her collarbone toward her chest.

“Umino-san, you really work hard at practice, huh. …That tan line looks kind of nice. Is it okay if I touch it?”

“Eh!? W-Well… I mean… if you really want to, it’s not like it’s a big deal…”

Naoto lightly traced the warm, sun-tanned skin with his fingertip, then gently followed the line toward the softer, paler skin hidden beneath her blouse.

“Wow, you’re really warm. …But this lighter part looks so different.”

Pretending to be totally innocent, he slowly slid his finger deeper into the blouse gap.

Umino flinched.

“H-Hey—! N-Naoto… there, that’s…!!”

Her skin flushed scarlet in an instant.

Her breathing grew uneven, and the room suddenly felt hotter, filled with her restless energy.

“Ah—sorry! You just look so cool, Umino-san. I didn’t mean anything weird. …Huh? Your knees are shaking. Are you okay? Feeling dizzy or something?”

As he spoke, Naoto placed his hand over hers on her lap—then, as if it slipped by accident, let it slide down, brushing deep between her thighs, beneath her skirt.

“A—Ah!!”

The moment he touched her, a hot, soaked sensation spread against his fingertips—so wet it was unmistakable even through the fabric.

“W-Whoa, sorry! Did I spill my drink!? Umino-san, your skirt’s completely soaked!?”

“I-It’s not that! This is… um… it’s just because it’s hot…!”

Umino covered her face and snapped her knees shut, recoiling as if she were trying to escape.

But the heat and weight still clinging to his fingers burned themselves into Naoto’s mind, leaving behind a sharp, intoxicating sense of superiority.

Out of everyone’s sight, Naoto lifted the fingers that had touched Umino’s most intimate place and quietly inhaled their scent.

(Yeah… touching her directly, that smell really goes straight to the crotch.)

Forcing himself to calm down, he muttered, “I’m gonna head to the restroom,” and slipped out into the hallway.

…

“Everyone, thanks so much for today. I’m really glad I ended up in this class.”

After Naoto finished making the rounds and said those final words, the excitement inside the karaoke place reached its peak.

The rooms felt like saunas from everyone’s rising body heat, and the air was thick with the overwhelming presence of girls.

Kaguya Saionji quietly picked up the straw Naoto had used and hugged it to her chest like a priceless treasure.

Reika, her face bright red, shouted at the top of her lungs, “Next time, it’s just the two of us, okay!?”

Naoto, meanwhile, took all of that chaos as nothing more than everyone getting closer and having fun together.

(…Man. Every single one of them is basically a starving beast inside. At this rate, what’s even going to happen on the way home?)

The “monkey” inside Naoto buzzed with excitement, thrilled by the endless chain of unknown “rewards” this world seemed ready to throw at him.