It's a Chastity-Reversed World, But It's Different From What I Imagined? - 16

Chapter 16: College Girl’s POV : 1

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【Ran Souma】

I had been irritated—constantly, endlessly irritated. Why was I so irritated? Was it because my results hadn’t improved after switching to long-distance relay running? No. I had been entrusted with the fourth leg as a first-year. My results had improved dramatically compared to last year.

Was it because college life wasn’t fun? No. I didn’t hate studying. I managed both long-distance relay running and classes just fine. I had good friends. My life seemed to be going well.

Was it because I’d gotten busy after starting modeling? No. I had already been famous as a “super high school athlete” in high school. The agency president had approached me back then about modeling. Once I got into college and my schedule eased, I accepted the work.

Balancing college and modeling was tiring, but it masked the irritated feeling. So why was I irritated? Because I regretted things. I had let go, with my own hands, the miracle of meeting him.

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“Hey, so we meet again.”

I had been looking for that back for days, and when I found it I called out.

“Good morning, Ran-san.”

The boy who turned around looked more mature. His toned body and the height he’d gained since we first met had somehow surpassed me.

“Good morning.”

Three years younger Yoru Kurose—slightly shadowed and reserved—had been doing self-training. For someone like me, who had few men around, he stood at a distance from the boys I used to watch from afar in high school.

“You’re fast, Ran-san.”

“I run every day after all.”

After training together a few times, I had talked about myself. I didn’t have the courage to ask about him, so I kept talking about my own life. He listened gently.

“Well, it’s your specialty. For me, it’s just self-training so I don’t get fat.”

“If you slack off while saying that, you’ll gain weight right away. How about we do some stretches and a more intense workout today?”

I used that as an excuse to touch him. I couldn’t act if I worried whether he disliked it. I grabbed Yoru’s hand and started exercising. The warmth from his hand spread heat through my whole body. My heart beat fast, and I worried he might notice.

Wanting any skin contact, we stretched back-to-back and helped each other. When the stretching routine ended, we moved on to strength training. I made up another excuse and had Yoru carry me in a princess-carry. His powerful chest, the stable strength of his arms—he was training hard, and I stole glances at his face.

He was so cool. I didn’t want him to know I was thinking that, so I forced a serious expression.

“There aren’t any dumbbells to use as weights, so we’ll just have to make do.”

After squats came push-ups and sit-ups… When I did push-ups, I felt the muscles of Yoru’s trained back under my hips; when I did sit-ups, I pressed my chest into his knees that were holding my feet. I was nothing but an animal faithful to my desires.

“Come on, your pace is dropping. Focus.”

Not wanting my impure thoughts to show, I called out to him. Honest Yoru worked harder than usual and increased his reps. I kept pressing my chest to his knees as many times as I could.

“Yoru, you’ve built up quite a bit of muscle. Have you gotten taller too?”

After finishing training, we rested and talked. He had grown and developed masculine muscles. I found myself entranced by his body.

“Is that so? I haven’t measured myself recently, so I’m not sure. I guess men just gain muscle easily. Or maybe it’s because I didn’t exercise before, so the gains show faster.”

At that moment… Yoru absentmindedly lifted his shirt. I saw the six-pack I shouldn’t have seen and swallowed hard.

Gulp…

Yoru started to lift his face, so I looked at the sky while drinking the drink I had in my hand. I worried he might realize I was excited by his body.

“By the way, Yoru, which high school are you going to?”

I diverted the conversation to distract myself.

“I’ll be attending Aoba High nearby.”

When he said Aoba High, I was secretly pleased we had something in common.

“Oh? Aoba? Then you’ll be my junior.”

“Ran-san, you went to Aoba?!”

I had earned a sports recommendation to Aoba High because of my track results in middle school.

“Haha, I got in on a sports recommendation. I was a regular at the nationals, after all.”

It was one of the few things I could boast about, so I puffed up with pride. Then I noticed Yoru’s eyes drifting toward my chest.

“As your senior, let me give you one piece of advice, Yoru.”

That was when I let my arrogance show. Maybe I also meant to intimidate other women.

“Yoru, your eyes are sharp, and you stare too much at women’s bodies. Girls will probably think you’re gross, so it’s better if you don’t get too close to them.”

I thought that since Yoru was honest, saying that would stop him from staring at other women and make him look at me instead.

“Thank you, Ran-san.”

But from that day, I lost Yoru. The next day, and the day after, and no matter how many days passed, Yoru never showed up there again. I had gotten carried away.

The internet said that men were delicate creatures. You absolutely must not call such men “gross.” From that day on, I spent my days full of regret, and constantly irritated with myself.

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