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 13: Hell on Earth

Chapter 13: Hell on Earth

Let me suddenly ask: do you know when the word “shura field” first appeared?

The exact year is unknown.

But at least we know the “shura” part comes from “Asura.”

In other words, it has Buddhist roots and a very long history.

So why has this word been passed down for so long?

I think it’s because fights between men and women have never stopped.

Especially in this world where chastity values are reversed, every fight equals a fight between men and women.

In short, this is just one scene from history, an everyday thing in this world, and definitely not rare. It shouldn’t be rare.

“—Tatsuya-san, explain. While I was out doing morals committee work, what exactly were you doing in the club room?”

“—Baba-chi, what the heck is this? You seriously need to explain.”

…Huh? That’s weird.

Why am I sitting in formal style on the tatami in the shogi club room while two classmates grill me?

…Something’s wrong. Something is fatally wrong.

Is this what people call a shura field?

“Um… what about shogi?”

“There’s something way more important right now.”

“There isn’t?”

“Tatsuya-san! I’m not sure I can control my emotions any longer!”

“Then let’s play shogi. Come on. Playing shogi will definitely calm us down.”

Just hearing the sound of pieces being placed is healing.

That’s why I suggested it, but… why?

Both of them smiled and slowly closed in. Of course their eyes weren’t smiling at all.

“First, just sit down. Let’s talk calmly on the tatami. Come on, we’re definitely misunderstanding each other!”

Even if I’m a total social disaster who can only communicate properly through shogi, this feels like way too big a misunderstanding.

I only suggested playing shogi!

How did it turn into a shura field?

“……………………”

Right. I’ll make tea. If we drink tea on the tatami, even these two will calm down.

Thinking that, I put both hands on the floor to stand up.

The instant I did, insane weight pressed down on both my calves.

“…Huh?”

I looked down and saw two hands pinning my legs at the same time.

“You’re not getting away.”

“There’s something we need to hear first.”

Apparently they don’t respect Japanese traditions.

Maybe I should teach them that before shogi.

“Fine. I’ll answer anything, so please sit down first.”

The moment I gave up and said that, they immediately sat—right next to me, not across from me.

…Wait, am I sandwiched?

“First, explain in detail what you two were doing earlier.”

“I was just trying to teach her shogi…”

“Then why were you doing a wall-slam?”

“No, that just kinda happened…”

Murderous intent flew at me from point-blank range.

But I can’t help it—I don’t have any better words to explain.

Even so, Yukimi-san’s glare was harsh, her brows furrowed.

Of course I couldn’t look her in the eye and instinctively turned away.

Right into Kagurazaka-san’s suspicious stare.

“Baba-chi, when did you get close with Yukimi-chi?”

Yukimi-chi?

I opened my mouth while Yukimi-san looked openly displeased at the nickname.

“I think our first real conversation was the day of the entrance ceremony.”

Then I started explaining.

How I got dragged into tennis club trial practice. How Yukimi-san was there too. How we talked after it ended.

After giving the rough rundown,

“So why did you two get close?”

Kagurazaka-san asked again, her eyes full of no-room-for-excuses intensity.

“If I had to say… shogi, I guess.”

“Shogi?”

“We deepened our bond through shogi.”

“No way!”

Yukimi-san’s face turned bright red as she raised her voice at the confused Kagurazaka-san.

“Because Tatsuya-san suggested we play a game. I thought about it all night… and finally gave my answer.”

“Yeah. So shogi.”

“—That is clearly not shogi!”

I got glared at like I was being accused.

Deadly aura from the right, glare from the left—I couldn’t keep up with this hopeless situation.

“I just wanted to play shogi…”

“Tatsuya-san, answer me!”

While I was lamenting my bad luck, it was Yukimi-san’s turn again.

“Tell me how you got close with Kagurazaka-san.”

“…How, huh.”

I remembered the incident at the shogi dojo.

“That was shogi too.”

“Shogi?”

“We deepened our bond through shogi.”

“No way!”

Now Kagurazaka-san raised her voice.

Aren’t you two being a little too loud?

“You saved me. When those yankees had me cornered and I was totally hopeless, Baba-chi saved me, so I…”

“Yeah. So shogi.”

“—That is obviously not shogi!”

Yukimi-san shouted again.

“Huh? But it is shogi?”

“Is shogi the only thing in Tatsuya-san’s head?”

“Yeah.”

What else would there be?

I honestly think I care about shogi way more than they imagine.

“…I never knew Tatsuya-san was this much of a shogi freak.”

“Baba-chi, you’re such a shogi idiot.”

They both muttered in astonishment.

Wait, are they making fun of me?

“Whatever. Anyway, I just want to play shogi. Come on, let’s play one game.”

““——⁉︎””

The moment I said that, both their cheeks turned bright red at the same time.

Huh? Why?

“Tatsuya-san is a huge idiot. No. Absolutely not!”

“That’s way over the line.”

“What is⁉︎”

If anything, they’re the ones crossing the line.

“Ugh, whatever. If it’s do it or don’t, then we’re doing it.”

After glaring at me for a while, Kagurazaka-san muttered with a look like she’d made up her mind.

“Baba-chi, let’s play one game.”

“For real?”

My excitement lasted about a second.

Totally ignoring Yukimi-san’s glare, Kagurazaka-san confidently started unbuttoning her shirt again.

One button, two buttons—

Pale skin, black lace bra, and the soft line flowing from her collarbone drew a graceful figure.

“No!”

Yukimi-san sucked in a breath at the sight. Face bright red, she covered it with both hands.

But she was definitely peeking through her fingers—her words and actions didn’t match at all.

“No! Absolutely not, Tatsuya-san!”

“Huh? My fault⁉︎”

No matter how you look at it, the one who needs to be stopped is Kagurazaka-san.

But before I could protest, Yukimi-san swallowed hard.

Then, with determined eyes, she declared,

“If it’s come to this, there’s only one thing left—competition!”

She shot to her feet and faced Kagurazaka-san.

Her long black hair fluttered, revealing sharp eyes beneath.

The next moment, she ripped open her shirt like she was tearing it off.

What appeared was a perfectly proportioned body and an overwhelmingly full chest.

“For real?”

Kagurazaka-san’s eyes went wide. Her gaze naturally dropped to her own chest—

“Real for real?”

After comparing for a while, she pouted in dissatisfaction.

“That’s unfair!”

“The unfair one is you, Kagurazaka-san. I was supposed to have the first move.”

“If you dawdle you lose the initiative. And you’re calling first move after pulling that foul play? That’s the unfair part.”

“It’s not foul play! It’s genetics!”

“Genetics can burn.”

Totally ignoring the panicking me, the two suddenly started arguing.

The shogi club room filled with explosive tension.

“Sure, in shogi the first player has a higher win rate, but among amateurs it barely makes a difference.”

“—Tatsuya-san, please be quiet for a moment.”

“—Baba-chi, shut up for a sec.”

Why am I the one getting scolded?

Did I do something wrong?

I have zero idea.

Because all I did was talk about shogi in the shogi club room.

“Anyway, I was the first one Tatsuya-san invited to play a game! Don’t try to steal him later!”

“If you haven’t actually played, it doesn’t count. Plus I already got wall-slammed.”

“A wall-slam is just putting a hand on the wall!”

“The hand on the wall is what matters. My heart was racing for real.”

“Grrrrrrrrrrrr…”

The two went full battle mode.

There was nothing I could do anymore.

In a chastity-reversed world, guys are nothing more than prey to be hunted by women.

—Welp, I’m done for.

Just when I was drowning in despair,

“Man, I lost my sunglasses somewhere yesterday.”

“What the hell were you doing?”

“I got messed up real bad. Even got hassled by some crazy dude.”

“That psycho. Even I was scared, man.”

Those voices—they’re the yankees.

They were getting closer; their footsteps and voices grew louder.

“Dojo-breaking? That guy’s nuts. Maybe he really is the real deal.”

“His guts are on another level from high school debut punks like us.”

“The world’s a big place, huh.”

“Act tough in a small pond and you get crushed quick, right?”

Their voices became crystal clear.

“We haven’t checked this room yet. Wanna go in?”

“There’s people inside.”

“Who cares—door’s already cracked open—wait, hold up, is that…”

“Why’d you stop, man?”

The half-open door slowly swung wider.

The yankees peeked inside the club room.

“……………………”

There I was, sitting formally, with two girls in nothing but underwear.

““…Huh?””

They froze with their mouths hanging open at the hellish scene.

“Ah, perfect timing. Guys, I have a favor to ask…”

I reached out to them.

“—Save me?”

I sent a full-power SOS.

But my plea didn’t reach them. Their scary faces twitched, and then—

““UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!””

They screamed like they’d seen ghosts and bolted at full speed.

Their yells echoed down the quiet hallway.

“I thought help finally arrived…”

Super disappointing.

But the yankees visiting the room had a bigger effect than expected.

Having their shameful states witnessed by outsiders clearly rattled the two girls.

“—!”

Yukimi-san’s eyes filled with tears as she hid her chest with trembling arms.

“So embarrassing…”

Kagurazaka-san’s cheeks were bright red while she frantically buttoned her shirt.

—Wait… did I just get saved?

Even they must have decided continuing was a bad idea.

After putting their clothes back on, they silently looked down, clearly uncomfortable.

—I actually survived.

Finally realizing my chastity was safe, I let out a sigh of relief.

I definitely owe those yankees a thank-you next time.

Without a doubt, they’re my saviors.