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 9: For Some Reason the Girls in Class Are All Over Me

The next day.

When I got to the classroom, two of my classmates were acting strange.

One was Yukimi-san.

“……”

She sat in the seat next to mine as usual, staring at me with eyes full of deep resentment.

The grudge seemed even stronger than yesterday; the intensity had gone up one level—no, two levels.

Right after arriving at school, she was busy tearing out scraps from her notebook and scribbling some insanely long text on them.

“……”

I was terrified of whatever she was about to say to me.

So yeah, Yukimi-san was acting weird again today.

At this point I was starting to wonder if she even had a normal mode that could be called normal.

The other one was the blonde gal I met in front of the shogi dojo yesterday—Kagurazaka Kana-san.

She was acting just as strange as Yukimi-san, if not more.

The moment she stepped into the classroom, she walked straight to my desk without hesitation, plopped down in the seat in front of me, spun around, and faced me directly.

Then she propped her cheek on her hand and stared right into my eyes.

Every time our gazes met, she flashed a little grin.

This is weird. Definitely weird.

We hadn’t exchanged a single word until yesterday, yet now she was closing in with this bizarre lack of personal space.

Her hair was dyed a glossy gold, the top button of her shirt was undone, her skirt was short, and her sleeves were rolled up.

Having that full-on gal look shoved in my face from this close was way more than I could stay calm about.

“Hey, listen to this. This morning on the way to school I saw a dog wearing sunglasses.”

“Sunglasses?”

“For real. I’m totally serious.”

I nodded along while my heart pounded like crazy inside.

“I even took a picture. Look, isn’t it wild?”

“Whoa, it really is wearing sunglasses.”

I leaned toward her phone, and sure enough there was a dog in shades.

Wait… haven’t I seen those sunglasses somewhere before?

Just as I started wondering,

“Hey, Babacchi.”

Kagurazaka-san suddenly called my name.

Of course it was a nickname.

And her voice was soft, sweet—like she was whispering a lover’s name.

There was no other way to describe it but weird.

But it didn’t end with just acting weird. She gave a mischievous smile and dropped a bombshell question.

“Babacchi, do you have a girlfriend?”

Crack.

The sound of a mechanical pencil lead snapping came from beside me.

Ninety-nine percent chance it was Yukimi-san.

“Nope.”

“Then how many people have you dated so far?”

Crack. The lead snapped again.

Twice in such a short time—really?

I wanted to believe it was coincidence, but I was too scared to even to glance her way.

Trying to stay cool despite the panic inside, I answered casually.

“Of course I’ve never had one. Girlfriend-less streak equals age.”

First of all, no way a guy who plays shogi is popular with girls.

If you have time to get all giddy over women, you’re better off solving one more mating puzzle.

That line used to be super popular in the shogi club in my previous life—shogi guys just don’t get dates.

As I recalled that sad history,

“Hmm, so you don’t have one… This might be good info!”

Kagurazaka-san smiled playfully.

That smile was gentle and calm—completely opposite the strong-willed gal image I had of her.

While I was staring at it in a daze, the sound of paper being ripped to shreds came from my side.

Then she immediately started making another scrap from the next page.

At first glance it looked like she was taking notes, but the pressure was so strong the paper was warping, and her face was filled with killing intent.

“……”

I had a feeling a masterpiece was being born.

I really didn’t want to read it. I was too scared to read it.

So right now there were two extremely weird people in this classroom.

And it was all because chastity values were reversed in this world.

“Eek—”

Oh, right.

There was actually a third weird person in the classroom.

The Mohican guy.

The moment our eyes met, he looked away awkwardly.

Then he started fiddling with his hair like nothing happened.

His hands were shaking, and the mohawk he’d worked so hard to set was a little messed up, but he’d be okay, right?