In a World of Reversed Chastity, I’m Rumored to Be an Easy Bitch (♂) Among Lustful Girls - 1

Chapter 1: The Hot Spring Reporter’s Boobs Were on Full Display Though…

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Some people say, “It’s easier to sleep with an average-looking girl than a beautiful one.” That’s a very rude way to put it, but I can’t say I completely disagree with that notion. There are plenty of girls who aren’t particularly cute yet are constantly doted on by guys, girls who are never without a boyfriend, or girls with an astonishing number of past partners.

I assume it’s because those girls have a lower barrier to entry and are easier to date than actual beauties. I bet a lot of people can think of someone like that. Now, what if the roles were reversed? Imagine a  world where the concept of chastity is flipped? The guys reading this would probably think, “That sounds pretty nice.”

You’re not particularly handsome. And yet, for some reason, girls are all over you. You never run out of girlfriends. You get to sleep with a shocking number of different girls. Sounds like a dream, right? What I’m about to tell you is the story of an average-looking guy who found himself in just such a “chastity-reversed world”—and became known as “the easy bitch” among the girls.

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Hirakawa Asahi, a second-year high school student. Just an ordinary guy. I first noticed that something was off about the world when I was home sick with a nasty cold. Feeling hungry, I dragged my heavy body out of bed and headed for the kitchen. Wanting something easy to digest, I grabbed a cup of udon noodles from the pantry and set the electric kettle to boil some water.

While waiting for the noodles to cook, I turned on the TV to kill some time. The moment the screen lit up, I was hit with a shocking sight.

“Today, we’re at a newly opened hot spring resort in Atami! Look at this open-air bath! What an amazing view! Let’s hop in right away!”

It was a daytime news program, broadcasting live from a hot spring town. A female celebrity was doing a report. The bath offered a stunning view of the ocean, but my eyes weren’t on the scenery. I was staring at her chest.

“…Why is she completely topless?”

The woman onscreen had wrapped a towel around herself before stepping into the bath. Normally, a woman would wrap a large towel around herself to cover everything from her chest down to her thighs. But for some reason, she had only wrapped the towel around her waist—just like a man would—leaving her ample breasts completely exposed to the world. For a second, I wondered if I was still feverish and hallucinating, so I pinched and slapped my own cheek. But no matter what I did, I didn’t wake up from this “dream.” This was reality.

Is this some kind of broadcasting accident? No, but if this is a broadcasting accident, the people in the live studio should be freaking out. Then… maybe this isn’t a regular TV broadcast? Could I accidentally turn on an adult video with a bit of a parody twist? Yeah. That must be it. Dad must have been watching porn on our newly replaced Azoman Fighter Stick TV. Thinking that, I grabbed the Fighter Stick TV remote and tried to stop the video. But no matter how many buttons I pressed, the playback wouldn’t stop. And it definitely wasn’t because the batteries in the remote had died.

So what does this mean?

The footage on the screen wasn’t an adult video or anything of the sort—it was unmistakably a terrestrial broadcast. The fact that a female celebrity’s bare breasts were being aired in broad daylight, right in the middle of family TV time, left me more bewildered than excited.

Why is no one reacting to this bizarre situation? This is insane…That being said, this reporter has huge breasts.

Someone once told me that bigger ones tend to sag, but hers weren’t like that at all. They were firm, beautifully shaped—a perfect body.

No, this isn’t the time to be thinking about that.

Unable to believe what was happening before my eyes, I grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels, searching for confirmation. As expected, almost every channel was airing midday talk shows. However, one station was broadcasting a drama rerun. It was one of those steamy, melodramatic soap operas aimed at housewives—the kind people call “hiru-dora” (daytime dramas).

“You’re dressed so shamelessly… You were trying to seduce me, weren’t you?!”

“N-No, this is… I had my reasons… Ah… S-Stop…! Don’t take my clothes off…!”

It was a scene leading into a love scene. Normally, in these kinds of dramas, the woman would wear revealing clothing, provoking the man’s libido and leading him to make the first move.

But what I was watching now was the complete opposite. The man was wearing a tank top, as if he was about to start a workout, while the woman was abnormally aroused by his appearance. Then, as if she had reached her breaking point, the woman pushed the man down, stripped off his clothes, and began exploring his body—

At that moment, I more or less understood the situation I was in. For some reason, the concept of chastity between men and women had been reversed. But I had no idea what had caused it. With my limited brainpower, I figured there was no point in trying to find an answer, so I gave up thinking about it.

Despite being suddenly thrown into this “chastity-reversed world,” I felt strangely calm. In fact, I had an odd confidence that I’d be able to adapt just fine. More importantly, I hadn’t eaten anything yet, and I was starving. If I wanted to recover from this cold, I needed to eat lunch.

“…Well, for now, I’ll just eat my udon.”

The cup of udon, now completely soggy, was easy to digest and tasted good. Also, I made sure to properly burn the image of the hot spring reporter’s breasts into my memory. They looked like mochi, so in a way, I felt like I was eating “chikara udon” (udon with toasted mochi).

I just needed to get over this cold and do my best tomorrow.

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