I Thought It Was a World Where Chastity Norms Were Reversed, But It Turns Out I Was Just Surrounded by the Overly Intense Girls in My Class - Chapter 12: Kagurazaka-san Is Fatally Misunderstanding Something

Chapter 12: Kagurazaka-san Is Fatally Misunderstanding Something

“So, to start things off… how about we play one game?”

On the fourth day of high school, I had finally found a girl who showed interest in shogi.

—Kagurazaka Kana.

With the shogi board between us and my pieces all set up, I made the offer again.

—How about we play one game?

“…………Just the two of us… that’s seriously unfair.”

She stared blankly for a while, then muttered that under her breath, her cheeks turning pink.

“That’s exactly why it has to be just the two of us.”

Even at a shogi dojo they’d teach beginners the rules, but there you have to worry about people watching.

I figured alone we could play without holding anything back.

Maybe that’s just because I’m way too introverted. For a gal like Kagurazaka-san it might be the total opposite.

Either way, we’ll find out once we play. One game will let me get to know her better through our moves.

—Will Kagurazaka-san actually agree to play?

While I waited nervously for her answer,

“Hey, Baba-chi.”

“Yeah?”

“When you say ‘play one game,’ is that what you really mean?”

“That?”

What did she mean by that? The moment I thought about it, Yukimi-san’s face flashed through my mind.

No, no, that was a special case.

Kagurazaka-san is interested in shogi, so she’s different.

She probably just doesn’t understand the shogi-specific phrase “play one game.” I can just rephrase it.

“When I say ‘play one game,’ I mean have a match.”

“A match…”

She whispered the word, pressed a hand to her chest, and turned bright red.

Then she stared into space for a while, as if making up her mind, and looked straight at me with determined eyes.

“If it’s do it or don’t do it, then I’ve got no choice but to do it. In the club room, too… that’s kinda hot.”

“Really?”

Finally—finally—I’d found someone to play shogi with!

I got excited and started setting up the board.

“…………Huh?”

For some reason, Kagurazaka-san suddenly started unbuttoning her shirt.

“Why are you taking your clothes off?”

“Don’t tell me Baba-chi has a thing for clothes on?”

“No, you’re supposed to keep your clothes on. That’s normal.”

What is she even saying?

Shogi is obviously played fully dressed.

Pro players usually wear suits, and during title matches they wear traditional Japanese clothes.

There’s no way you’re allowed to strip.

That would be an insult to shogi culture—and it would make her the same type as Yukimi-san or Big Sis.

I didn’t want to believe the girl who finally showed interest in shogi was like that.

She stopped halfway through the buttons, face red, and froze.

“I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to lead.”

“It’s fine. Everyone’s a beginner the first time.”

“But it’s embarrassing to have zero experience with this look.”

“Embarrassing? It’s totally normal. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you gently.”

It seemed Kagurazaka-san was nervous about being a complete shogi beginner.

I get it. Learning the rules does take time.

But she doesn’t need to worry.

I planned to teach her slowly and carefully.

“Then let’s start with setting up the pieces. There are different schools for that too, but basically we start with the king. Can you pick up the king first?”

There are two major schools for setting up the pieces: Ohashi style and Ito style. I’ll skip the tiny details, but Ohashi style is more common, so that’s what I was going to teach her.

“That’s… embarrassing.”

“You don’t have to worry about how you hold it at first. Just pick up the king.”

“Baba-chi, you’re seriously bold.”

Cheeks flushed, she leaned forward hard.

Then her hand reached—not for the shogi piece, but straight toward my crotch.

“…Huh?”

My brain couldn’t keep up with what was happening.

All I understood was that her eyes were locked on my crotch and her pale, slender hand was about to touch a very important part of me.

—This is bad!

Sensing a crisis to my chastity, I jumped back on reflex.

“What are you doing?!”

“You don’t like being on the bottom?”

“No, I actually prefer receiving.”

In shogi there are aggressive players and defensive players. I’m the latter.

I’m the type who builds an iron wall around my king and fights from there.

So I wasn’t wrong, but—

“Then that means there’s plenty to attack.”

“Why are you aiming there?!”

Something was fatally wrong.

Her eyes locked on again. She reached over the board, hand coming fast.

“If taking the king is the goal, then shogi’s the same, right?”

“Shogi’s the same as what?! Same as what?!”

“As sex, obviously!”

“How did you reach that conclusion?!”

This is exactly why this chastity-reversed world sucks.

Everything was finally going well, and then it immediately went off the rails.

“Baba-chi, why are you running? Are you embarrassed?”

“This isn’t about being embarrassed!”

“But we’re all alone, right?”

“That’s exactly why!”

I dodged her hand again and stood up on reflex.

Kagurazaka-san stood up too and slowly backed toward the door, closing the distance.

Her eyes were like a wild animal’s. A total predator.

“…………”

Backed against the wall, I instinctively guarded my crotch.

“I know I can’t win in a straight fight, but Baba-chi is too nice to lay a hand on me, right?”

“Not necessarily. I trained at the dojo. I won’t hold back even against women or kids.”

“Really? Getting attacked by Baba-chi… that could be kinda hot too.”

This is bad. Her eyes are completely glazed over.

Wearing a blissful smile, she stepped closer—one step, then another.

There was nowhere left to run.

“…Guess I have no choice.”

I made up my mind, grabbed her outstretched hand hard.

“Baba-chi?!”

I reversed our positions in an instant. Now I had her pinned against the wall.

“For real?”

Her eyes went wide in shock at the sudden counter.

“This is bad… I’m seriously turned on.”

“Huh? I’m not even using any strength. You basically pulled yourself to the wall, right?”

From the side it probably looked like I was doing a wall-slam.

But I honestly wasn’t doing anything. I just grabbed her hand.

Yet she pressed her own back against the wall and looked up at me with eyes that had completely lost all reason.

Is she actually a huge pervert?

While I stood there totally confused,

“Go ahead… just like that.”

She whispered, slowly closed her eyes, and spread her arms wide.

“…Be gentle.”

That very instant.

A mysterious chill ran down my spine.

Then a calm voice rang out.

It belonged to the last person I wanted to see right now.

“—Tatsuya-san.”

“—What exactly are you doing?”

Time stopped.

My heart felt like it was being crushed in someone’s fist. Trembling, I turned around.

There stood Yukimi-san.

A smile as serene as a calm sea.

That smile was beautiful beyond words—and terrifying beyond words.

Deep in her eyes lurked bottomless darkness.

“—Would you care to explain?”

“…Ah.”

That single word made everything clear.

This was the end of the line.

In shogi terms, it was checkmate.

—Checkmate. Total checkmate.

But she would never accept resignation.

She’d keep tormenting me until she was satisfied.

Welp, I’m done for.

Looks like the guy who reincarnated into a chastity-reversed world was finished on the fourth day of high school.

In my next life, I want a normal world.

A normal world where chastity isn’t reversed, and I can just play shogi.

And that’s how my life reached checkmate.