It's a Chastity-Reversed World, But It's Different From What I Imagined? - 6

Chapter 6: The School Entrance Ceremony Brings New Encounters

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My little sister called me gross. My Mother said my existence was gross. My childhood friend called me gross and my face looked old. My college-athlete training buddy told me my gaze felt gross. After receiving “gross” from four different women, I launched a self-reform campaign.

I started pronunciation training in front of the mirror in my room to fight the stammering social anxiety. I didn’t know why Yoru had become socially anxious, but I wanted to talk to cute girls.

Since people had said my presence was “gross,” I focused on personal hygiene and studied hairstyles and clothing. My hair had been messy and cut sloppily, so I actually went to a hair salon and had it trimmed short.

My hair naturally had waves, so if I styled it right, it could look fashionable.

Yoru’s closet had been full of kid’s clothes—who knew when they were bought—so I threw them all out and ordered recommended, on-trend men’s clothes from a famous worldwide chain online.

When I looked up “old-looking face” on the internet, I found it could be improved by addressing mental fatigue and better grooming. Maybe Yoru had been under so much stress from social anxiety that he had neglected his personal grooming.

So I shaved the stubble that had started in middle school and neatened my brows. I tried face washes and lotions suitable for men and learned proper washing methods from NewTube. Finally, I practiced smiling so I could actually smile in front of people. 

Doing all that, I transformed from someone with an “old-looking face” look to a more mature appearance. When I went out, I paid attention to setting my hair. Eye contact was something instinctive, so I trained myself to avoid staring at women’s chests or legs as much as possible.

I kept working consciously to fix the “gross” points I had been told about. Changing my own mindset was important. I had no way of knowing why Yoru had suffered. But I was going to live in this reversed-chastity world.

Maybe it was the kind of reversed world I had imagined: few men, women seeking men. But the old me had been disliked by the people of this world. I’d been sent a sharp reminder of that. Yes, I’d gotten carried away. Having come to the world I’d longed for, I’d shamelessly ogled beautiful women with virgin, lust-filled stares.

Even in the old world, glaring at someone crudely would get you labeled as someone disgusting. Once I entered high school, I swore I would restrain my gaze on women’s bodies! On my way to the entrance ceremony, I made that vow. Turning a corner on the road, I collided with someone. A classic meet-cute collision!

“Ow—hey, watch where you’re looking!”

The girl who’d bumped into me landed on her butt, tears in her eyes. Her blouse strained over a chest that bobbed up and down. When she swept her long pink hair back, a heavily made-up, droopy-eyed beauty glared at me. When our eyes met, she stopped mid-sentence.

“Oh — a boy!!!”

She hadn’t realized the person she’d collided with was male. Please pull up those strawberry panties visible between your legs. I turned my gaze away and offered a hand.

“Are you okay?”

I kept my eyes averted to avoid looking gross and spoke as plainly as I could.

“Huh! Your hand? Can I—hold it?”

She seemed surprised I offered my hand. I nodded without looking at her panties. She took my hand hesitantly and stood up; I took the chance to look her over properly.

“Any pain anywhere?”

Not in a perverted way—just checking for injuries.

“Huh? Pain? Um, I’m fine.”

Looking her over, I realized she wore the same Aoba High School uniform, so she must be a classmate. But she was a new type I’d never seen before—giant-breasted yankee gyaru. Pink hair, thick makeup, a deliberately sloppy uniform and a very short skirt.

“Sorry about that. I was running because I thought I’d be late for the entrance ceremony—oh no, I might be late!”

“Entrance ceremony? For Aoba High?”

“Yes! Sorry, I’m in a hurry!” 

And with that, the busty gyaru ran away. I checked my phone—still before eight, not actually late.

“Thanks for the morning treat.”

 murmured, clasping my hands in gratitude.

“No, no. I really need to stop. That’s probably why they call me gross.”

I told myself, reflecting on my behavior, and walked on.

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It took fifteen minutes on foot to reach the high school. Aoba High was the most famous co-ed school in the area, a mammoth with around a thousand new students per grade. The campus was divided into three tracks: college-preparation (advanced study), general study, and sports. 

The advanced study track carried the privilege of having boys in the class and enjoying the superiority of that fact. Boys were the bait—the school understood they needed to accommodate male students.

“Finally here.”

As I drew near the school gate, the proportion of girls increased. Out of a thousand new students, 950 were female, so spotting a boy was rare.

“You must be one of the new male students, right?”

As the gates came into view, a pretty staff member ran up.

“Yes. I’m a new student, Yoru Kurose.”

She checked something like a roster.

“Thank you, I’ve confirmed your name in the roster. I’m Furuya, a staff member from Aoba High. Male students will wait in a separate room until it’s time to enter the ceremony hall. Please come this way.”

I understood there were preferential measures for boys entering. In this reversed-chastity world, the mass of female attention directed at men was part of that.

“Are you feeling nervous?”

While being aware of those gazes, Furuya-san spoke to me.

“Yes. Today is the entrance ceremony after all.”

“I know. I apologize if our consideration was insufficient. Some men may develop gynophobia. If you’re uncomfortable with women, we can arrange escorts for you. Please let us know anytime.”

Furuya-san seemed to think I’d been made uncomfortable. She bowed deeply and politely explained the special accommodations available to male students.

“No, no. There’s no need to go that far.” 

I said. Being bowed to by a sophisticated woman in a suit felt awkward. Above all, the glances from the pretty girls felt like a reward for now. Most seemed favorable and it didn’t feel like they were disgusted with me. 

“Kurose-sama is so mature.”

She said, using -sama, which made me squirm a little—males were often addressed honorifically in many places. Furuya-san’s cool-beauty smile had destructive power.

“Here is the male waiting room.”

Before I knew it, we reached the room with a sign: “Male Waiting Room.” I opened the door and found someone already there.

“If you need anything, let me know.”

Furuya-san said that as she closed the door.

“Oh—hello. You’re a new student too, right? Nice to meet you. I’m Seiya Shirogane.”

Near-white silver hair fell to his shoulders, smooth and silky. His pale, androgynous appearance made it hard to tell if he was male or female. Slim build, only slightly taller than many girls—a beautiful boy who’d make everyone turn their heads. This was my ideal image: Seiya Shirogane.

I … I had met the protagonist of this world.

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