In a World of Reversed Chastity, I’m Rumored to Be an Easy Bitch (♂) Among Lustful Girls - 2

Chapter 2: What? Is This My Chance?

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The world around me had suddenly turned into a reversed chastity world.

What the hell is this? Is this my chance? My chance to shine?

I had a decent number of friends, but until now, I had never had any kind of romantic connection with a girl. My looks and personality were as plain as could be—nothing particularly remarkable about me. Of course, I had never had a girlfriend, but in a reversed chastity world, things were different.

If I just went about my life as usual, maybe girls would start approaching me instead. And if that happened, I might finally be able to graduate from my virginity….

As my fever went down and I confirmed that I’d be able to return to school the next day, I went to bed feeling as excited as if it were the night before a school trip.

The next morning.

As I was eating breakfast and changing into my uniform in my room, my mom suddenly barged in without knocking.

“Asahi, listen, you—”

She stopped mid-sentence.

She had just walked in on me in the middle of changing—more specifically, when I was only wearing my undershirt and boxers.

“…? Mom? What’s wrong?”

“A-A-Asahi… If you’re changing, you should at least say so!”

“…Wait, what? You always barge in without caring whether I’m changing or not.”

“I-I do NOT do that! And besides, you’re a guy! Show some shame! This is improper!”

For some reason, my mom scolded me while looking embarrassed. Well, I guess her reaction made sense. If I compared this to the world before the chastity reversal (which, for convenience, I shall refer to as ‘the original world’ from now on), this would be like a high school girl getting dressed when her dad suddenly barged into her room and saw her in her underwear.

In that case, the dad would definitely panic, and if the daughter acted like it was no big deal, she’d probably get scolded for it.

I see. So this is what a reversed chastity world is like. Seems like I should be more careful about exposing my skin from now on.

For now, I exaggerated my embarrassment a little to ward off my mom, then quickly finished changing. I left the house at my usual time and headed toward the nearest train station. As I stepped onto the platform and saw the train pulling in, I immediately noticed something strange again.

“…Whoa. So there really is a ‘Men-Only Car’ on this train.”

Back in the original world, there were Women-Only Cars during commuting hours as a countermeasure against molestation incident. Now that everything had flipped, it made perfect sense that there would be a Men-Only Car instead. When I glanced at that car, I saw something that, as someone from the original world, felt like an absolute nightmare.

“Ugh… It’s full of middle-aged salarymen… And isn’t the age group kind of high? I don’t see many people my age in there…”

I ended up voicing my thoughts out loud. That was how shocking the sight was. I definitely wasn’t going to set foot in that car. Resolving never to step into the Men-Only Car, I boarded a regular car without a second thought.

The opposite of a chikan(痴漢)—a chijo(痴女=female pervert)—was the term used in posters and awareness campaigns on the train, and apparently, there were quite a few of them.

However, one of the slogans, “Chijo, Akan” (Chijo, No Good), felt oddly lacking. It didn’t even have a proper rhyme to it. 

Come on, don’t be lazy. Get a better copywriter for this.

While absentmindedly thinking about such things, I held onto the handrail and swayed with the train’s movements. As more passengers boarded and the train grew crowded, I suddenly became aware that someone was touching my butt.

Wait… Could this be… One of those chijo situations!? Am I really the type to get targeted so easily?

The hand groping my butt had a surprisingly gentle touch to it. I expected it to be rough, but it was soft and feathery—like a brush sweeping across my skin.

If this was a woman doing it, she might actually be kind of skilled with her hand… Before I knew it, the hand slowly shifted from my butt toward my crotch. At the same time, something soft was being pressed against my back. There was no need to think about it—it was undoubtedly the female pervert’s breasts. And they were pretty big too.

For a brief moment, I caught a glimpse of the culprit’s face. A woman, probably in her late twenties to early thirties. She was wearing a suit—likely an office worker. I could hear her slightly ragged breathing, as if she were excited.

There was no doubt about it. I was being sexually harassed—not by a chikan, but by a chijo.

Not sure if “being chijo’d” is even a proper way to phrase it, though.

If I put this into the context of the original world, it would be like a high school girl being groped by a company employee in his thirties, having his aroused junk pressed against her body while he breathed heavily in excitement into her ears.

Just imagining the high school girl’s position made me feel sick. But as someone from the original world, this felt more like an amusing little event. A woman in her thirties was getting excited over me, touching my lower half, and pressing her breasts against me. For someone like me, who had no experience with women, this was an incredibly stimulating situation.

Maybe I should just go along with it for a bit…?

Just as that thought crossed my mind, the train arrived at my stop.

The moment she realized I was getting off, the culprit swiftly pulled her hand away and disappeared into the crowd as if nothing had ever happened. I felt a tiny bit of regret, but honestly, I wasn’t upset. It was kind of fun.

Well, that was the end of that. Or at least, that was what I thought.

“This woman is a chijo! She was touching a guy from my school the whole time!”

Just as the train doors opened and passengers began to step onto the platform, a loud voice rang out. I turned toward the source of the voice and saw a female student in my school’s uniform gripping the culprit’s arm, preventing her from escaping. I recognized that girl.

Sharp features, undeniably beautiful—she was the kind of girl you’d call a beautiful girl without hesitation. Her light ash-brown hair, styled in loose waves, gave her a somewhat mature vibe. It was also right on the edge of violating school rules—or, more likely, already over the line of the school rules. Her uniform was slightly unkempt, and I’d seen her get scolded by the disciplinary committee more than once. The one who had caught the chijo(female pervert) was none other than Riria Sotogahama—one of the top-tier girls in my class.

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