I was cuckolded by my childhood friend, but I want to create a harem in a world where chastity is reversed and be happy. - Chapter 136: There's Something Great About Guys Hanging Out

Chapter 136: There’s Something Great About Guys Hanging Out

 I run towards Yuuki.

“Sorry, sorry, did I make you wait?”

“Kyousuke, you’re late. I’ve been waiting for half an hour!”

 Yuuki replies. It’s currently 9:55 a.m., so I’m not technically late, but Yuuki must be overly excited.

“Sorry, sorry, as an apology, I’ll grant you one wish, so tell me anything you want.”

 As I say this, Yuuki’s eyes sparkle.

“Really? In that case, I’ll think about it and let you know later.”

 If it were the muscular Murakami from before, he would probably make me buy him the most expensive thing at the festival stalls.

 These days, grilled beef skewers and similar items can be quite pricey.

 Yuuki’s outfit today has a loose silhouette overall, and the wide pants make them look like a skirt at first glance. The sakura-colored shirt draped over it seems intentionally oversized, with the sleeves folded up, giving a cute impression.

 On the other hand, I’m wearing navy blue samue (traditional Japanese work clothes) considering the tasks I’ll be doing later.

 Although I might look like I’m fully in festival mode and a bit too carefree, it’s like hiding in plain sight—wearing these clothes at the shrine makes me less noticeable.

 Later, when I help Kogarasu with her sword dance on stage, I’ll change into the dojo uniform borrowed from the Kogarasu Dojo.

“Kyousuke, you look cool today. You look like someone training at a shrine or temple.”

 I return the compliment by praising Yuuki as well.

 Although I said “cute,” in Yuuki’s case, it’s genuinely true; there’s no doubt about it.

“Achoo!”

 It’s still early morning, and the temperature hasn’t risen yet, so it seems a bit chilly. Come to think of it, the muscular Murakami was also sensitive to the cold.

 After training his body rigorously, he had a body fat percentage of only 5%, and he often caught colds. He would complain about the cold and snuggle up to me, so during the winter, I would give him my partially used disposable hand warmers.

 His physique was my ideal, but I couldn’t push myself as hard as he did.

 It brings back memories.

 In this world, Yuuki is chubby, probably with a body fat percentage of over 20%, so being too lean isn’t an issue. However, he apparently permanently removed all his body hair, which was as thick as a gorilla’s, so he might be feeling the cold intensely.

“Are you okay? If you’re cold, I can go back and get the jacket from my luggage at the shrine.”

 When I ask, Yuuki assures me that he’s fine.

“As long as I cling to your arm like this, I won’t feel cold, Kyousuke.”

 Yuuki hugs my left arm, hanging on to me. Yuuki in this world, just like in the previous one, has no sense of personal space.

 There’s something great about guys hanging out like this, I thought, as we enjoyed the festival with our arms linked.

 Yuuki wanted cotton candy, so I bought some for him. After he tore off a piece, he stuffed it into my mouth, and we took turns eating from the same beef skewer. Time flew by, and before we knew it, it was time to part ways, so I decided to head back to the shrine.

 Yuuki waves goodbye sadly, so I wave back and say, “See you again at the swimming club’s activities.” He looks delighted.