In a Chastity-Reversed World, I Posted My Fetishes on a Secret Account, and Somehow the Beautiful Girls in My Class Started Reenacting Them ~ About How My Alt Account Is Being Watched by the Beautiful Girls in My Class~ - 1

Chapter 1: S-Stop, Kashiwagi-san!

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“C-Calm down for a second? Kashiwagi-san!”

“Calm down? But you’re the one who wrote it, Fujimiya-kun.”

“That’s why… I thought no one would ever see it…”

“I found it, your secret account.”

This world was what you would call a chastity reversed world.

However, the male-to-female ratio was roughly 1:1, so it wasn’t all that different from the Japan I originally came from. After dying in an accident and being reincarnated here, I had been spending my days peacefully without anything particular happening.

It was a slightly strange world where boys were passive and girls were aggressive, but from my perspective, it wasn’t a huge departure from my old world. While there were parts that were totally backwards—like the existence of men-only train cars or the fact that underwear thieves were women—my daily life was mostly the same as before.

Being a loner, I wasn’t popular in either world, so my “time without a girlfriend” was equal to my age. In the original world, people with good communication skills were the ones who were popular, and since that holds true regardless of gender, that rule still applied in this world of reversed chastity.

However, since this was no different from my old world, I didn’t particularly mind. I never expected to get a girlfriend in the first place. I had even reached a point of philosophical resignation where I accepted that I might stay single for life.

But that didn’t mean there weren’t inconveniences.

For an adolescent boy—though I didn’t know how the boys of this world felt—there was one thing that was a matter of life and death, especially for someone like me who possessed memories of my past life in Japan.

Yes, it was the management of sexual desire.

In my old world, there were plenty of adult products for men, so I was never left wanting, but this world was the opposite. Every single adult product was made for women. They were mostly adult videos featuring handsome guys and older women, which, honestly, was rough for me.

That was why I created a secret account on social media. At first, I just tweeted about my mundane daily life, but it gradually escalated. Now, it was almost entirely filled with posts about my fetishes.

『Girls’ legs are the best! Especially soles, they’re just way too erotic.』

『Underwear has to be black. As I thought, black is the most arousing.』

『Garter belts are so great, aren’t they? They’re the dream.』

By tweeting things like that, I somehow managed to maintain my peace of mind.

『Ah, I want to bury my face in a girl’s panties and sniff them.』

As was my habit, I tweeted that on my phone and buried my face in my pillow. While imagining the content of my tweet, I was reaching a state of self-satisfaction all on my own.

“Hm?”

A notification pined, so I reluctantly opened my phone. It was a notification for my secret account.

『Someone Liked your tweet!』

I wonder who it is? 

I tilted my head involuntarily. In the first place, almost no one looked at this account. I had a few followers, but most of them were people with similar secret accounts. Therefore, I rarely ever got notifications. When I did, it was usually a DM from a woman I didn’t know saying, “Let’s go to a hotel ♡.”

I timidly opened the app and tapped the notification. It took me to my latest tweet. The heart icon showed a “1,” and when I tapped it further, the name of the account that Liked my post was displayed.

―Koyori―

Wondering who it could be, I hurriedly opened the profile.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

When I enlarged the icon to look at it, a side profile I had seen somewhere—or rather, a face I knew perfectly well—was shown.

“Kashiwagi-san…?”

Yes, it was the face of my classmate, Kashiwagi-san.

Koyori Kashiwagi. She was known as the most beautiful girl in class. Even in this world of reversed chastity, she was a girl who was popular in the usual way. Her soft, chestnut-colored hair was semi-long and flipped out slightly at her shoulders.

That hair, which looked like it had bits of gold mixed in when it caught the light, was always meticulously groomed. She looked just like a magazine model. Her large eyes were slightly upturned, harboring a mischievous glint.

When she laughed, the corners of her eyes crinkled downward, giving her a sudden, age-appropriate cuteness that was just unfair. The bridge of her nose was straight, and her lips were neither too thin nor too thick, possessing a natural cherry-blossom pink.

The phrase “well-defined features” applied to her perfectly. Even the way she wore her uniform was strangely stylish. She rolled up the sleeves of her blazer just a bit, and her skirt was slightly shorter than regulations. Her legs were slender and long, and the line below her knees peeking out from her black high socks was incredibly beautiful—

“…”

I froze, staring at my phone screen in spite of myself.

Someone like that.

On my.

Fetish-filled.

Secret account.

Liked it?

“No, no, no, no, no.”

It was impossible. It was a coincidence. This must be a person with the same name. It had to be that. Just as I thought that and scrolled through the profile, in the next instant…

『You have some surprisingly cute hobbies, Fujimiya-kun ♡』

That latest tweet caught my eye. There was no longer any room for doubt. This user was the genuine Kashiwagi-san.

What should I do? What kind of excuse should I make? Should I say it isn’t me? No, would it be better to just play dumb and stick to it?

As I wavered back and forth, my phone’s notification sound rang again. When I peeked at it timidly, this time it was a DM.

『Let’s talk at school tomorrow ♡』

“I’m dooooooooooooomed!!”

I screamed right there with my face buried in my pillow.

Why? How was I caught? No, in the first place…

“Why is Kashiwagi-san even looking at my secret account!?”

It made no sense. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. The only thing I knew for certain was that my life was going to end tomorrow…

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“C-Calm down? K-Kashiwagi-san…”

After school, I was waiting for her in the empty classroom she had specified. Since this was a classroom on the opposite side of the student wing, people rarely came here. After waiting for a while with my heart pounding, a head of chestnut hair popped into the room.

“Hey, Fujimiya-kun, what exactly is the meaning of this?”

She opened her phone and showed it to me.

“Soles are way too erotic?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Garter belts are the dream?”

“Please forget that…”

“More importantly, this tweet that I liked yesterday…”

Kashiwagi-san scrolled the screen, and there sat my latest tweet.

“You want to shove your face into my crotch and smell my panties, Fujimiya-kun.”

“To-To be precise, I didn’t say it was yours, Kashiwagi-san—”

“So you really say things like that.”

“Hm? What? Aaah!! Uuugh…!?”

It was too blissful to be called torture. Before I knew it, I was enveloped in a dizzying fragrance. Just as I thought Kashiwagi-san had pulled up her skirt, she suddenly grabbed my head and shoved it into her crotch. I couldn’t breathe.

“W-Wait a second! Kashiwagi-san!”

“Heeh, you’re resisting even though you wrote it yourself?”

I hurried to escape from Kashiwagi-san’s skirt and scrambled backward toward the window.

“Well, I’ll leave it at that for today.”

“T-Thank you—”

“Hey, Fujimiya-kun. No, Ayato-kun.”

“W-What?”

“Keep writing on your secret account.”

“…Eh?”

“I’ll send you my thoughts on them again.”

From that day on… My secret account became a hellish account monitored by the popular girls in class.

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