In a World of Reversed Chastity, I’m Rumored to Be an Easy Bitch (♂) Among Lustful Girls - 4

Chapter 4: The Girls in This World Are Really Passionate, Aren’t They? ♡

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Lunchtime. I always had lunch with my best friend, Fujisaki Haruto, who sat behind me.

Haruto and I had known each other since middle school. Since “Hirakawa” and “Fujisaki” placed us next to each other in attendance order, we often ended up sitting together. This was now our third time being in the same class, so having Haruto behind me at the start of a new school year was starting to feel like a tradition. As soon as the lunch bell rang, we pushed our desks together, settling in for a relaxed lunch break. Naturally, the topic of conversation was why I had barely made it to school on time.

“—And that’s how I ended up nearly being late.”

“What!? That’s serious! Did you report it to the teacher, Asahi?”

“W-Well, no… I mean, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“What are you talking about? Molestation is a serious crime! You need to report it properly.”

“I-Is it really…?”

“Of course it is! I’ve been worried about this for a while, but Asahi, you seriously need to be more cautious.”

“Cautious, huh…”

Even though he said that, I honestly hadn’t felt any real fear when that older woman harassed me on the train. I didn’t think I would lose in terms of strength, and being touched a little wasn’t really a big deal to me. That said, this was advice from my best friend. I couldn’t just dismiss it, so I decided to take it seriously for now.

“Well, at least you don’t have to worry about stuff like that, Haruto.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re 185 cm tall, right? Plus, you play basketball and work out, so physically speaking, you’re strong. I doubt—”

“H-Hey, Asahi! Don’t go on and on about my body like that!”

The moment I mentioned his height and physique, Haruto suddenly became embarrassed. It seemed odd to me.

“…Phew, good. Looks like no one overheard.”

“Is that really something to worry about?”

“Of course it is! It’s fine because it’s you, but if a girl had said that, it would be instant sexual harassment, you know? Be more careful, please! My height is already a huge insecurity for me…”

“Ah… Y-yeah, sorry about that…”

Hearing Haruto’s words, I started to understand the common sense of this world. Apparently, talking about a guy’s height or how muscular he was could be considered a sexual topic. In my original world, it would be like discussing a girl’s three sizes. Haruto had always been a laid-back guy who didn’t like standing out much, and even in my original world, he seemed self-conscious about his height. In this reversed-gender-norm society, it was easy to imagine that insecurity had only grown stronger.

“Anyway, Asahi, make sure you report this to the teacher after school!”

“O-Okay…”

Haruto scolded me in a rather firm tone. I had been planning to take my time and maybe wander around a bit on my way home, but with him saying that, I had no choice but to head to the staff room and make a report. Half-heartedly responding to him, I popped a piece of fried chicken into my mouth. At least fried chicken still tasted great, even in a world with reversed gender roles. That was a relief.

As I casually glanced around the classroom, I spotted Sotogahama-san in my field of vision. She was sitting with the class’s top-tier girls’ group, eating lunch. Being a lively bunch, their conversation was naturally loud.

“The group date with the guys from Minami High the other day was amazing! You should’ve come too, Sotogahama!”

“Really? Damn, I should’ve skipped my shift and gone with you girls instead…”

“I’m telling you, it was a parade of tall, muscular guys. The biceps on that volleyball player? Insane.”

“You and your obsession with biceps… Aren’t abs better?”

“No way! You don’t get it, Sotogahama. Biceps are the peak of perfection. Just seeing them is enough to get me wet.”

“So? How was your haul?”

“Piece of cake. Athletes are pretty easy to hook up with.”

“Damn… Not bad… I’m jealous…”

The top-tier girls were getting hyped over their recent group date with guys from another school. Sotogahama-san, who hadn’t been able to go because of her part-time job, looked visibly envious of them.

Wait, “get me wet”…? Does that mean the same thing as “fap material” in my original world…?

Talking about this kind of stuff so openly in broad daylight felt weird, but it was kind of interesting to hear about girls’ preferences. That said, it seemed like I was the only one who found it fascinating—Haruto, on the other hand, looked downright disgusted.

“…They really shouldn’t be talking about stuff like that so loudly.”

“Huh? Oh… y-yeah, I guess. They’re a bit noisy, huh?”

I forced myself to agree with Haruto so I wouldn’t seem unnatural. To be honest, I wouldn’t have minded listening to their conversation about their preferences a little longer. But since Haruto clearly found it uncomfortable, I decided to go along with him. Perhaps noticing that people were pulling away from them, the top-tier girls lowered their voices a little.

“Haruto, are you not good with those kinds of conversations?”

“Yeah… If I had to say, I’m not. When I see girls being that aggressive, it kind of shocks me.”

“I see… That makes sense.”

“‘That makes sense’? You don’t seem like you’d be comfortable with it either, Asahi.”

“W-Well, I mean, people with no sense of delicacy are a bit much, right? Hahaha…”

Not wanting the conversation with Haruto to get awkward, I shoved another piece of fried chicken into my mouth to cut the discussion short. For a brief moment, Sotogahama-san glanced in our direction. It looked like she was staring at someone.

Was she looking at me?

I wondered for a second, but considering this morning’s encounter wasn’t anything significant, it wasn’t likely that our relationship had suddenly deepened. She probably just happened to glance over. After school, just as Haruto had told me to, I went to report the incident from this morning to my homeroom teacher. The moment I explained what had happened, I got scolded.

“Why didn’t you say anything this morning!?”

I was the victim here, and yet I was getting yelled at. It felt pretty unfair. Still, I explained everything that had happened. Apparently, being the victim of molestation was a much more serious matter than I had thought. Not only did my homeroom teacher get involved, but the grade supervisor and the student guidance counselor also showed up. By the time all the paperwork and formalities were done, it was already time to head home.

I ended up staying way later than expected. Thinking that I needed to hurry home, I made my way back to the classroom to grab my bag. At this hour, there were still students practicing for club activities, but the classroom itself should have been empty. However, as I approached, I noticed something strange—there was someone inside.

I also heard an odd sound coming from the classroom.

Is someone still in the classroom? Could it be… A thief?

I immediately grew more cautious. Slowly and carefully, I peeked into the classroom from the doorway. The setting sun cast long shadows, making it a little hard to see. Inside, a female student stood alone, but she wasn’t just standing there.

She had lifted her skirt and was pressing the most heated part of her body against the corner of someone’s desk. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, the scene became clearer. And what I saw was a girl I knew.

Wait… What…?

An empty classroom. The golden light of the setting sun. And standing there, moving against the desk’s corner, was none other than…

Riria Sotogahama

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