It's a Chastity-Reversed World, But It's Different From What I Imagined? - 3

Chapter 3: Graduation Ceremony and the Sports College Girl

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Invited by Yuuna, I attended the graduation ceremony, and to my surprise, it really struck a chord in my chest. Yuuna read the speech on behalf of the graduating students while Tsuki gave her address as the representative of the underclassmen.

Just seeing the two of them up there made me feel strangely moved. Later, when we took the final class photo with our classmates, they placed me in the center, flanked on both sides by boys, while the girls arranged themselves around us as if to wrap us up.

In the finished photo, most of the girls had tears in their eyes. I (Yoru) didn’t really have many memories from middle school, but I supposed they had enjoyed their school life.

The girls went around giving farewell greetings to a couple of the boys. Not a single girl spoke to me. Even though it was graduation, no one said a word to me. Being avoided to this extent almost made me want to cry.

“Onii. Let’s go home.”

The one who finally spoke to me was Tsuki. I was so happy that without thinking, my hand reached out and patted Tsuki’s head, stroking it gently.

“Wha—! H-hey! Don’t do that kind of thing in public!”

Embarrassed by the attention of those around us, Tsuki scolded me in a small voice. The fact that she didn’t brush me off entirely was still something, I thought as I glanced around, only to find the girls in class watching us.

Did they think I was gross for patting my little sister’s head in front of everyone? But when my eyes met theirs, they all hurriedly looked away.

Yuuna, meanwhile, seemed reluctant to part with her other friends, so our mother and Yuuna’s mother had to bring her over. And so ended a sad graduation ceremony where, aside from my family and childhood friends, all other girls avoided me.

I didn’t realize it myself, but it was probably true that I was thought of as gross even by my family, and that my classmates all disliked me.

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Even after realizing that not only my family and childhood friends, but also my classmates had branded me as gross, life went on.

When I thought about my previous life, where I died from illness, this world was still a blessing. I was a healthy, reasonably good-looking boy and in a society where gender norms around chastity were reversed—the very kind of world I had wished for.

For the sake of the woman who might someday want me, I needed to maintain my body. With school now completely over, I started running. After a week of sticking with it, I found myself with such a high-spec body that even after running 10 kilometers, I didn’t get tired, and I could forget about the unpleasant things.

“Hey, so we meet again.”

Someone called out, and I turned around.

“Good morning, Ran-san.”

Standing there was a tall, slender beauty with a model’s figure, her ponytail swaying, her running wear accentuating her body line.

“Good morning.”

Ran Souma, three years my senior, was starting college this year. We started greeting each other as we both exercised in the mornings during this period before our school entrance. Now, we trained together regularly.

“You’re fast, Ran-san.”

“I run every day, after all.”

Ran-san had been a long-distance runner in track and field throughout middle and high school.

She had already been accepted to a university famous for its long-distance relay team, so unlike me, she probably would never stop running.

“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?”

Pushy as always, Ran-san grabbed both my hands and started exercising. It was something we always did, so I knew not to get the wrong idea—but still, having both hands taken made my heart skip a beat.

We stretched by pulling against each other, or leaning back-to-back to extend our arms and backs. When the stretching was done, Ran-san moved us into muscle training she had devised.

First, squats while carrying Ran-san in a princess carry. Being able to lift such a beautiful woman was nothing short of a reward. Ran-san crossed her arms with a serious look, letting me hold her like that.

“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, but when I did push-ups, I felt the soft pressure of her backside on my back. And when I did sit-ups, her chest pressed against my knees as she held my legs down.

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

It felt like she could see right through my impure thoughts, and embarrassed, I ended up doing more reps than usual.

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

When we finished our workout and wiped off our sweat, sipping sports drinks, Ran-san looked me over. I had indeed grown taller since reincarnating. I now stood over 180 centimeters.

“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.”

I lifted my shirt to admire the defined abs I had built.

Gulp.

I heard the sound of someone swallowing, but when I looked, Ran-san was gazing at the sky as she drank her sports drink. I had lifted my shirt so she could see my abs, but she didn’t seem interested. It was disappointing. I had wanted to show off my masculinity to a model-tier beauty like her, but it hadn’t worked at all.

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

Since she changed the subject, I let my shirt fall back down, shoulders slumping.

“I’ll be attending Aoba High nearby.”

I had already been accepted when I reincarnated.

“Oh? Aoba? Then you’ll be my junior.”

“Ran-san, you went to Aoba?!”

For girls, Aoba High was the most competitive school in the district. According to online info, this year’s ratio was around fifty to one. It was so famous that girls from other prefectures came just to try for a spot.

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

Despite her slender build, the assertive swell of her chest drew my eyes and held them captive.

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

Even her self-satisfied smile was beautiful.

“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.”

And so, even from Ran-san, I was called gross—with the reason spelled out for me. Right. As a virgin, I tended to stare at girls hard. The lust must be so apparent. That was why they thought I was gross. It hurt to be called gross by Ran-san as well. But, since she was kind enough to give me advice…

“Thank you, Ran-san.”

Even as I understood it was meant as advice, the word “gross” still wounded me, and I ran off.

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