In a World Where Chastity Is Reversed, I Kept Provoking Girls Until Things Went Too Far

Chapter 1: Prologue

In this world, men were treasures.

The gender ratio of the population was thirty to one. Women overflowed, while men were rare. That was why men were protected, favored, and respected.

In such a world, I, Kouta Takeda, had been a bit unusual from birth.

In this world, men were treated like gods.

It could not be helped because there were so few of them. Wherever they went, they were surrounded by girls, lifted up, and praised.

Boys of the same age were all arrogant, casually telling girls things like “Get me some water,” “Lend me your notes,” or “Rub my shoulders.”

The girls, for their part, followed happily with a “Yes!” which only made the boys even more full of themselves.

But I was different.

I had noticed it from a young age.

It seemed that I liked being scolded by girls.

While I let the girls treat me kindly and draw closer, I deliberately forgot my homework, and my older sister would lecture me with, “You’re so sloppy!”

I wore my clothes inside out, and my younger sister would furrow her brow and say, “Big brother, that’s embarrassing!”

I repeated careless words and actions to draw out my mother’s nagging.

Each one of those felt strangely pleasant for some reason.

In society’s eyes, it was only natural for men to act like kings.

But for me, being scolded or having women take the lead felt far more enjoyable.

Of course, just being passive would have been boring.

So as I grew up, I naturally developed a habit of “provoking.”

Back in middle school.

During class, I deliberately dozed off, and a girl would thrust her notes at me with, “Get it together!”

I would narrow my eyes and smile, replying, “You’ve been watching me the whole time?”

Her face would turn bright red, and she would squeak, “N-no, that’s not it!”

That moment was my victory.

I provoked them, made them get all worked up. I enjoyed that reaction.

Just that alone, yet for some reason, the girls seemed to mistake it for “He must be treating me special.”

And then, in my first year of high school.

The gender ratio in my class was thirty to one. I was the only boy.

Normally, I would have acted more arrogant than anyone and made the girls obey me.

But the style I chose was still provocation and teasing.

“Kouta-kun, copy the blackboard properly!”

“Oh? You care about me like that? That’s sweet.”

“N-no…! That’s not what I…!”

Such exchanges happened every class.

The girls would tilt their heads, wondering, “Why doesn’t he act all high and mighty like other boys?”

Yet they were toyed with by my provocations, and before they knew it, their faces were flushed.

As a result, during breaks, they offered me their lunches, and on the way home, they grabbed my arm with “Let’s go to the station together,”

And girls kept misunderstanding that “He must have chosen me.”

Things were chaotic at home too.

Every time Mom saw me, she pressed, “Let’s sleep together like we used to today~”

My older sister declared, “I’ll manage my little brother’s life,” and looked into my future plans on her own.

My younger sister stuck to my side, saying, “Big brother absolutely can’t get caught by some weird girl.”

Even with them, I could not help provoking.

“Mom, doesn’t your face get a little red only when you’re doing my laundry?”

“Wha… It’s all in your head, obviously!!”

“Sis, will you forgive me if I skip studying?”

“Of course not! I’ll keep an eye on you! …But if it’s just a little, I guess I could join you…”

“Mio, is my outfit today lame?”

“La…! No, um…! Big brother looks cool no matter what he wears… but…!”

They got angry, they panicked.

That reaction was the ultimate reward for me.

However, lately, the situation had started looking suspicious.

Because I kept provoking them, the women at home and school had gotten too serious.

Mom had planted a GPS in my lunchbox, and my older sister declared flatly, “I won’t allow any romantic relationships.”

Even my younger sister had resolved herself strangely with, “I’ll protect big brother.”

At school, the girls in class were at each other’s throats over “Who is closest to him.”

What had started as playful provocation for me had somehow turned into a serious battle for possession.

I did not particularly want to do anything that would turn the world upside down.

I just wanted to be scolded a little and to provoke a bit.

Yet—before I knew it, my school life had become the stage for a merciless war waged by my mother, older sister, younger sister, and female classmates.

…Perhaps my fetish had been an irreparable bomb after all.