In a World Where Chastity Is Reversed, I Kept Provoking Girls Until Things Went Too Far - Chapter 20: Signs of Trouble

Chapter 20: Signs of Trouble

Saturday morning, the day of the offline meetup.

I woke up earlier than my alarm and lay in bed, grinning to myself.

“…Heh, who would have thought I’d end up going to an offline meetup?”

Looking back, in the days since I’d gotten hooked on that VR chat, I’d been surrounded by girls—no, femboy girls—chatting and laughing nonstop. At first, I’d been scared, but now I felt like I’d blended in naturally.

Just one problem.

They all thought “Kouta = femboy.” So—.

“…Cross-dressing, huh?”

Thinking it over again, it was an odd request, but in the heat of the moment, I’d blurted out something like “Leave it to me!”

I stood in front of the mirror and took a deep breath.

But all that reflected back was me in my tracksuit. No matter how I looked at it, just an ordinary boy.

“No, this is just plain old me…”

That’s when I slipped out of my room and tiptoed down the hallway.

My target—my sister’s room.

(…Sorry, Sis. Just borrowing this.)

I slid the closet door open with a rattle and rummaged around.

What jumped out at me—thick breast pads.

“Whoa…! This is it!”

I struck a triumphant pose without thinking.

If I tucked them under my clothes, it should make my build look more androgynous.

“Heh… now I look like a ‘boyish girl.'”

I added a hat, a loose hoodie, and slim pants to the mix.

I checked myself in the mirror, felt a bit embarrassed, but nodded.

“Whoa… not bad. Actually, pretty convincing?”

I was striking poses in high spirits when—.

“…What are you doing?”

A cool voice dropped from behind me.

I turned to see Mom peeking through the door crack, her eyes on me.

“Whoa!? N-no… this is, uh!”

I hurriedly covered my chest.

Mom sighed and eyed me with half-lidded suspicion.

“…This is some weird game again, isn’t it? I’m heading out now, so stay home and behave.”

Cold sweat trickled down my spine.

I’d nearly gotten labeled a “pervert” before even risking the offline meetup exposure.

Sis had already left for club practice, and my sister was still asleep.

I removed the GPS from my usual shoulder bag and hid it in a drawer.

Before my sister could wake up, Kouta left the house.

Saturday afternoon. The rotary in front of the station teemed with crowds.

Kouta kept adjusting his deeply hooded sweatshirt with the hidden breast pads, pacing restlessly amid the throng.

“…Maybe I should just head home… no, but I’ve come this far…”

His phone held a message from the VR chat group: “I’m here~!” The meeting spot was under the big sculpture at the station front—a conspicuous landmark even in the crowd.

As Kouta approached cautiously, several women already stood there.

“—Oh, could you be… Kouta?”

There was no sign of the “boyish girls” he’d imagined.

Standing there—instead—were plainly mature women. Some looked like college students, others like full-fledged office ladies. All five appeared utterly feminine.

Confused but steeling himself, he drew closer and spoke up.

“Uh, um… I’m Kouta…”

“Ah! You really came!”

The first to speak was a short-haired, college-student type. Her face lit up in a smile as she rushed over.

“Whoa, so young! Way cuter than I pictured!”

The slightly flashy OL-looking woman next to her slapped his shoulder without hesitation.

“H-hey… cute? I’m supposed to be cross-dressing…”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it♪”

She brushed it off lightly.

Beside her, a calm woman with glasses opened her mouth with a friendly smile.

“Shall we introduce ourselves? We’re the group you played with before. I’m ‘Rei.’ I usually do grad school.”

The others followed suit.

“‘Mina,’ OL. Off today, so full play mode.”

“‘Kaho,’ vocational student. Hey~.”

“‘Natsumi,’ also vocational student. First time seeing the real you, Kouta.”

“‘Ayano,’ daycare worker. …Cuter than expected.”

They all closed in with smiles. Their gazes sparkled with something—almost like hunters’.

(Hey, hold on… everyone except me is older women!? And they’re just straight-up women! Why do I feel so out of place…?)

“…Um, aren’t you femboys or something?”

He mustered his courage to ask, and Mina the OL burst out laughing.

“What? We were obvious from the start, right? No plans to go guy-mode in real life.”

“Yeah, yeah. That was just for fun. We don’t really want to ‘be guys’ or anything.”

They all stated it so casually.

His assumptions crumbled in a heap.

“Well, since we’re here, how about bowling!”

The bright suggestion came from the OL, Mina.

Before he knew it, Kouta found himself walking from the station, hemmed in by the five women.

His heart raced nonstop inside—but (Good, they still haven’t figured out I’m a guy?) he desperately convinced himself.

They arrived at the bowling alley, which was fairly empty for a Saturday afternoon.

After renting shoes and heading to the lane, everyone settled into seats naturally.

“Alright, you start, young Kouta.”

Mina grinned and handed him a ball.

“Y-yeah…”

Feeling their eyes on him, he stood. He hadn’t bowled since starting high school. He hefted the heavy ball and hurled it with all his might—and—

Clatter!

It sailed straight into the gutter.

“…W-well, first one’s always like that!”

He blustered on reflex, and laughter rose behind him.

“Hehe, cute.”

“Yeah, strong throw but no control…”

“Feels so high school.”

The chuckling voices heated his face.

The others took their turns after that, and surprisingly, they were good. Mina nailed a strike, Kaho racked up points without a single gutter, and Rei’s form was so flawless it was mesmerizing.

“Come on, Kouta, one more! Aim for the middle this time.”

Ayano smiled encouragingly, like she was cheering on a child.

“Of course!”

He threw with renewed determination—and straight into the gutter again.

Laughter spread behind him once more.

He wanted to hide his face in embarrassment, but oddly, it didn’t feel bad.

If anything, their amusement brought a ticklish kind of joy he never felt when hanging out with classmates.