In a World of Reversed Chastity, I’m Rumored to Be an Easy Bitch (♂) Among Lustful Girls - 9

Chapter 9: Riria’s POV I’m a Virgin. I Don’t Have Any Experience

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◆Riria’s POV

I’m a virgin. I don’t have any experience in sleeping with men. 

Normally, I’d throw in a self-deprecating joke like that during introductions. But unbelievably enough, I, Riria Sotogahama, finally graduated from being a virgin…!

Huh? There’s no way! You’re joking, right? I mean, is it okay to graduate from virginity this easily? Even though I’ve been tormented by it all this time? Even though I finally made my high school debut and managed to get into the top-tier group while hiding the fact that I was still a virgin with no sign of graduating?

While spacing out on my bed at home, I pinched my cheek.

Yup, it’s not a dream. I really graduated from being a virgin.

Looking back, it felt like today was a fateful day. After all, it was packed with tumultuous events from the morning. On the train I usually took to school, there was this woman that felt kind of sketchy. She was probably in her thirties. She wore a ladies’ suit, so I figured she was an office worker. This woman always positioned herself to get sandwiched between the guys from our high school when boarding the train.

The chest of her suit was unnaturally open, giving off major “I wanna show off” vibes.

She’s probably some old hag who’s still feeling frustrated for being a virgin, huh~

…Well, I was a virgin myself until just a little while ago, though. This woman would find male students and deliberately press up against them, toeing the line of molester behavior. So I’d marked her, thinking she’d mess up someday. And today, that day finally came.  

 The one she targeted was Hiraya- Hirakawa-kun from our class. He wasn’t the type that stood out. To be honest, he was pretty plain. Average height, average face, average build, just an unremarkable guy. Someone once said molesters tended to target quiet, inconspicuous people like that. An extrovert guy would immediately call for help or bring his buddies, but a plain loner guy like him didn’t have the means to fight back, so they were easy prey for molesters.

Thinking about it in that way, Hirakawa-kun must’ve been the perfect target for her. When the train jolted, she took advantage of the commotion to start groping Hirakawa-kun’s body and pressing her chest against him. I doubted Hirakawa-kun ever imagined he’d be molested. He kept his expression steady, looking like he was trying hard to endure it.

Even I couldn’t let such a despicable act slide. When we got off the train, I grabbed the woman and helped Hirakawa-kun. Thanks to the station staff and people around us, she was taken away without much fuss. I was glad Hirakawa-kun didn’t suffer any serious harm. Dealing with the molester took so much time that I almost ended up late to school. I had my bike, so I would be able to manage just fine, but it seemed Hirakawa-kun was on foot.

…This is my chance. I can ride my bike to school with a guy. I’m going to be honest, I prefer a tall, lean, buff hottie, okay? But, put yourself in my shoes.  I was a hardcore virgin.  

Since I had zero immunity to guys, I figured I should practice getting used with guys by interacting with a guy like Hirakawa-kun. Though… If I said that to Hirakawa-kun, he’d probably kill me. So, with that plain guy, Hirakawa-kun, on tow I rode my bike and hurried to school.

As I pedaled, my skirt flipped up, showing my underwear. At that moment, I regretted not wearing cuter ones. Well, things turned out for the better a while after that, though. On the way, when I stumbled a bit, Hirakawa-kun grabbed my waist.

…That was intense. My heart pounded like crazy.

I mean, the only time a guy grabs your waist is… Well, that kind of time, right?

Even though he only held me for a split second, my virgin-obsessed mind instantly turned bright pink. The urge to have him keep gripping my waist and completely mess me up fueled a relentless wave of arousal within me. Thanks to that, I ended up acting all weird around Hirakawa-kun. Looking back now, I was being super lame and embarrassing.

During class, I occasionally glanced over at Hirakawa-kun, but he was acting the same as always—just normal. I thought he’d be more mentally shaken after enduring that molester stuff this morning, but surprisingly, he seemed totally fine. Meanwhile, I kept replaying what happened to him on the train and the moment he grabbed my waist on the bike, leaving me aroused all day and unable to focus at all.  

I was itching to get home and let off some steam. But after school, my usual crew dragged me into pointless chatter, and before I knew it, it was late enough for the teacher to tell us, “Go home already.” I made it to the school entrance when I realized I’d forgotten something.

I’d left the bag with my bento box in the classroom.   If it were a textbook or notebook, I’d just leave it there out of laziness, but a bento box was different. I’d need it tomorrow, and leaving it unwashed would be a hygiene disaster. Reluctantly thinking how annoying it was to backtrack, I returned to the classroom alone.

Looking back now, that might be the turning point of fate. After picking up the bag with my bento box in the classroom, I glanced over at Hirakawa-kun’s desk…. And then, I gave in to temptation.

With my arousal at its limit, I pressed myself against the corner of his desk to satisfy my urges.… It felt insanely good. I knew full well that getting caught would be an instant game-over—like, life-ruining level—but it felt too good to stop.

I reached climax in no time and slumped into Hirakawa-kun’s seat and not long after, much to my surprise, Hirakawa-kun himself appeared right in front of me.

Ah, crap. This is the end of my life. 

At that moment, I braced myself for the so-called “social death.” At that time, I was completely oblivious about what would happen next. 

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