Someone Who Believes They Can Live Normally in a World Where Chastity Is Reversed (Did You Think You Could Live Normally in a World With a Male-To-Female Ratio of 1:5?)

Since coming to this world, two months have passed.

When I first arrived, I wondered how things would turn out. Surprisingly, they seem to be working out somehow.

Well, aside from my slightly strange sense of morals, nothing else has changed, so it’s only natural.

If I had been suddenly whisked away to this world and told I was the hero, it would have been tough, but this world was surprisingly kind to regular folks like me.

“Whew… I’m sleepy…”

Today was Saturday, so there were no classes.

There were supposedly lectures available on Saturdays, but Koiumi said she was not taking any, and I was the type who preferred to have weekends off anyway.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was half past ten.

Considering I worked until late last night, it was quite early for me to be awake.

“Today, if I remember correctly… it’s from 3 p.m…. Well, I should make lunch for now…”

I had plans starting at 3 p.m. today. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and sluggishly got out of bed.

While doing so, I picked up my smartphone from the bedside table and noticed there was a notification.

<Koiumi> [Hey, that’s really interesting! Lol]

<Koiumi> [So, what kind of part-time job is Masato doing?]

“…What were we talking about again?”

Ever since exchanging contact information with Koiumi, she sends messages like this two or three times a day.

Well, it was a form of communication that was common even in my previous world, and I enjoyed it, so I responded.

“It’s not like I can tell her I work at a bar…”

Since I turned down Koiumi’s invitation, she knew I worked on Friday nights.

But if I were to honestly say, “I’m working at a boys’ bar,” the response would be something like, “Ew… Creepy…” or “In that plain-looking style…?”

I was not that naive.

However, I’ve come up with another plan.

“I got it! This should be fine.”

I quickly flipped through my smartphone screen.

<Masato Katasato> [Well, you see, actually, I’m working as a private tutor.]

Alright. This should be no problem.

Yes, I was also working as a private tutor.

From 3pm on Saturdays.

If I said this, there shouldn’t be any issues. It’s just a normal part-time job.

I closed my smartphone and headed to the kitchen.

I was pretty sure there were two more eggs and some bacon left… Maybe I’ll just make some simple fried rice.

Fried rice was the ultimate dish for a single guy living alone.

Ping.

…?

As I was checking the remaining rice in the rice cooker, my smartphone started ringing.

That’s odd. Normally, Koiumi doesn’t reply to messages until about three or four hours later, and do I have any other friends who would contact me like this?

When I went to pick up my phone, there was another message from Koiumi.

…Wasn’t that reply too quick?

<Koiumi> [Huh, a private tutor?]

<Koiumi> [I hope it’s not tutoring girls or anything, right?”

…? Was there some issue here?

Well, as Koiumi suspected, the student I tutored was a girl.

<Masatp> [Yeah? She’s a high school student.]

I responded briefly and returned to my tasks.

Was it really that surprising? There were probably quite a few university students who worked as private tutors or cram school instructors…

As I scooped out the leftover rice from the rice cooker with a rice paddle, at that moment…

Beep, beep, beep.

My smartphone, set to silent mode on the desk, vibrated.

That wasn’t a message notification. It was a phone call. I could tell from there. The screen displayed “Koiumi.”

…Huh? Scary.

—-

It was past 2 p.m.

I left the house and headed to my student’s place.

“Geez, I wonder where Koiumi’s switch flips…”

After that phone call, I was trembling at the lack of inflection in Koiumi’s voice.

Koiumi usually had this mischievous cute vibe, and just studying together with her felt like a feast for the eyes, but when she suddenly switched gears, she became scary.

I’d prefer to be careful, but I had no idea where her switch was, so there was really no way to be cautious.

In the end, that day’s phone call ended with me explaining the situation and somehow managing to appease her.

I told her I’d explain everything when we go out on Monday, and she reluctantly agreed. That was a relief.

I parked my bike in the bicycle parking area and took the train from the station. It was about five stations by train to my student’s place. The start of my tutoring gig dated back about a month ago.

My only source of income was still the bar, and back then, the bar hadn’t even secured Seira-san as a regular customer yet. (Although now it seems like she is paying a lot, so I can indulge a little, but back then…) I had been feeling like I wasn’t earning enough.

When I had first started working at the bar to learn the ropes, I had been taking shifts every day except Fridays, so I had thought it was fine. But eventually, at the advice of Aika-san, who had said “It’s not good to do this kind of work too much,” I had settled on just Fridays.

Aika-san had been shouldering a significant portion of my living expenses, but I had felt bad about it. When I had consulted Aika-san about it, she had said with a delighted expression, “Oh, then since Masato, you are smart, I have a little favor to ask,” and that had been how this tutoring job had come about.

Apparently, it had been the daughter of a woman Aika-san knew through work who had wanted to go to my university.

She had wanted someone to help with her studies. So, for about a month, I had been tutoring a certain high school girl.

By the way, the other day when Aika-san had said, “I put the tutoring fee in your account,” and I had checked, an unbelievable amount had been deposited.

Why? Isn’t that amount strange for a student’s tutoring fee? I thought, but Aika-san just grinned.

Well… maybe Aika-san had been adding on extra to make it easier for me to live…

I still couldn’t compete with her.

“Now then,”

I got off the train and walked from the station for a while. I got to my student’s house.

There was a splendid gate, and a few steps into the garden, there was the entrance. It looked like a nice house from the outside.

It’s still 10 minutes early, but it should be fine. I pressed the intercom.

“Excuse me, it’s Katasato. Shiori-san’s tutor.”

“Yes!”

I heard a cheerful voice, and then the sound of the gate unlocking. I’ve thought this before, but the facilities here are amazing.

When I opened the door, Shior Shinomiya-chan’s mother, who I tutor, was there.

“Hello, Masato-kun! Thank you! Shiori is probably already in her room on the second floor, so please go ahead!”

“Yes. I’ll do my best.”

I took off my shoes and entered the house. I mustn’t forget to arrange my shoes properly. I climbed the stairs to Shiori-chan’s room. I knocked on the door twice.

“Shiori-chan? It’s Katasato. May I come in?”

“Y-Yes, please.”

Her soprano voice was clear. Shiori-chan really has a beautiful, clear voice.

When I opened the door, there was a slender girl with long, glossy black hair tied half-up with a light blue ribbon, sitting on a chair.

Hmm, she really suits the word “graceful.”

“Hello, Shiori-chan.”

“Yes, hello.”

…Come to think of it, she was not in her school uniform today.

Until now, she always taught in her uniform, but I wonder if there’s a reason for the change.

“Oh, you’re not in your uniform today.”

“Y-Yes, that’s right. I thought it would be strange to wear my uniform on a day off…”

She turned her chair slightly towards me.

She’s wearing a black short-sleeved blouse with a beige jumper dress on top… It’s a type of overall that’s connected to a skirt like a one-piece dress, and it matches her graceful demeanor very well.

“Wow, it looks great on you. I’ve only seen you in your uniform before, so this is refreshing.”

“..Fufufu…..Thank you. Your casual clothes look cool too, Masato-san.”

“Even if you flatter me, it won’t reduce your homework, you know?”

I also put down my bag and took out the teaching materials.

It’s hard to imagine now, but when I first met Shiori-chan, she wore glasses and had her hair in braids. I don’t know what caused the change, but by the next time I came, she had changed to this hairstyle and started wearing contact lenses.

Well, when I first arrived, it seems her mother had hidden the fact that the tutor was a man, so she probably panicked. She’s not a very good mother…

“Now… I thought we should start, but it’s still 5 minutes early.”

“Yes, that’s right. What shall we do?”

“Since we have the time, shall we chat a bit before studying?”

I’m not really into being too strict. Even though it’s the fourth time, she still seems nervous, so I’d like to help her relax a bit. I think she’s quite a calm type among the girls I’ve met since coming to this world. Yuka, for example, is always so nervous that she ends up stuttering. It would be nice if she could relax a bit…

I glanced at Shiori-chan’s desk and noticed a paperback book lying there. Yes, she’s a literary girl.

“Ah, what were you reading today?”

“Um, well… This one by Tasaka-san…”

“Oh, that’s interesting! ‘Summer Falls from the Second Floor’… What kind of life choices lead to such an opening line, I wonder…”

To be honest, I haven’t read many books to call it a hobby, but I’ve read a few of the well-known ones. It’s fortunate that there were common books, as it helped liven up the conversation. Although with Shiori-chan, who seems to read quite a lot, my superficial knowledge might not measure up.

“Ah, hahaha, yeah, really…”

Hmm, unexpectedly, she doesn’t seem very enthusiastic…? Maybe she can tell I’m just a novice… It’s tricky.

—

About an hour has passed.

“Now, here, the pronunciation changes. The symbol here jumps to this part, so the correct reading is…”

Since I majored in humanities at university, the subjects I tutored Shiori-chan in were Japanese, Social Studies, and English. Typically, we dedicated around an hour to each subject, totaling three hours, breaks included. After completing our English session, we transitioned to studying Japanese.

“Um… hmm?”

It seems she was struggling a bit.

Ah, I see. This part is a bit confusing… Oh, right.

Thinking of a good idea, I stand up and move behind Shiori-chan.

“Here? Shiori-chan, from now on, I’ll trace it with my finger. Let’s read together in order…”

Alright, this should make it easier to understand.

But Shiori-chan’s hand stopped.

Huh?

“..Ofu”

Huh?

Did I just hear something weird?

Was it Shiori-chan?

She stood up abruptly.

“Sorry, I’m going to pick to restroom…”

“Ah, yeah, sure. Sorry, my bad.”

Shiori-chan headed to the restroom without showing any expression. Uh oh, did I upset her? …Ah, maybe I got too close. It would be unpleasant to have a guy you’re not that close with get this close. I was a bit careless because my sense of decency got reversed, but that was a mistake.

Sorry. After a while, Shiori-chan returned.

Her face was a little flushed, is she okay?

“I apologize for that. Let’s continue.”

“Y-yeah, let’s do that.”

Phew, it seems she’s not too upset. I was worried about what to do if I had put her in a bad mood.

To avoid making the same mistake again, I tried to sit next to her and resume our studies.

“Huh?”

Shiori-chan looked at me with a puzzled expression.

Huh?

“Um, no. Please, feel free to come from behind. Really. Please cover me completely.”

Huh?