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?)

After finishing my university classes,

Today, I only had the second and third periods, so it was just past 3 p.m.

Since I still had time before my shift at work, I decided to follow my Friday routine and headed to the nearby park after returning home for a bit.

Even though the peak heat hours had passed, it was still quite hot.

I took out a towel from my backpack, which had black with blue lines, and wiped off the sweat lightly.

Just a little further to my destination.

“Alright, I’m here.”

It was a corner of the park with lush greenery and fresh air. There stood a basketball hoop, all by itself.

“The downside of this world is that you can’t easily play sports…”

Even before reincarnation, I was somewhat fond of sports. I enjoyed physical activities, and I had a decent interest in basketball and baseball in particular.

So, even after coming here, there were times when I felt like playing…

“Community centers are filled with women, making it a bit awkward to join… and I’m not sure if clubs actually focus on sports…”

I had considered visiting the badminton club that Koiumi was in, but for some reason, Koiumi strongly advised against it. Since she was the only friend I had at university, I had no choice but to follow her advice.

“Well, at least I can do it here without worrying, and it’s nice that there aren’t many people around.”

On weekends, this park was often crowded, but on weekdays, it was relatively empty. I placed my backpack on a bench and took out the basketball. I bounced it on the ground a couple of times to check if it was properly inflated.

“Alright.”

Since I had pumped it up properly at home, there shouldn’t be any issues.

As I aimed for the hoop to take my first shot of the day…

“O-Onii-san!”

“Hm?”

I was in the midst of assuming the “left-hand as support only” form, but I turned to look at the adorable voice from behind.

There stood a girl dressed in typical basketball attire, clutching a ball to her chest and standing tall.

With her short black hair and a beautiful blue flower hairpin accentuating her black locks, she was quite striking.

Her black shirt with pink lines added a touch of cuteness and femininity. Despite being only about as tall as my chest, she was doing her best to look down at me with an adorable stance.

“I-I’m gonna win today! And then, I’ll… take over this spot!!”

“So, you’ve come, little one.”

“I’m not little anymore! Yuka is in middle school now!!”

My relationship with this little one, Yuka Maeda , dates back to shortly after I reincarnated.

I had a strong urge to play basketball, so I bought a ball and searched for a place nearby where I could play. That’s how I found this place.

Since then, I’ve been coming here frequently, but it seems Yuka had been playing basketball here in the evenings for quite some time. Our timings started to overlap more often.

Initially, it was a one-sided communication from me like, “You can use it if you want, I’m leaving~,” but at some point, she asked, “Do you want to play basketball together?” and since then, our distance has shortened.

And somehow, from some point on, it turned into a story of “whoever wins the match gets ownership of this spot.”

Well, this is a public facility, though.

“Today, I will definitely take back this spot….!”

But this exchange with the girl wasn’t something I disliked.

“Hahaha, have you ever beaten me even once, little girl?”

“Today, I have a secret plan!”

When we first met, she was in sixth grade, and now she’s in her first year of middle school.

As a university first-year, there’s no reason for me to lose.

After all, there’s an absolute barrier called “height” in basketball, so it’s generally difficult for Yuka to beat me.

But…

(This girl is seriously good at basketball…)

I’m not sure about the standards of this world, but Yuka was just really good at basketball.

In a world where professional sports seem to be more popular among women, there might be a perception that women were better at sports, but even without considering that, she was just too skilled.

Right now, she’s winning by exploiting the ridiculous advantage of her height, but once Yuka stops growing and reaches average height, I don’t know what may happen.

Or maybe I’ll lose.

“W-What are you daydreaming about?! Let’s play one-on-one, okay?”

Yuka often adopted an aggressive or timid posture. Perhaps she was struggling to grasp the distance between herself and an older member of the opposite sex. Well, that’s cute about her.

“Sure thing. But make sure you warm up properly. You might get injured, you know?”

“Oh, of course. I’m already done with that.”

“Huh? Didn’t you just arrive…?”

Where on earth did she do her warm-up exercises?

“Alright, let’s do it!!”

She handed me the ball she brought and took a defensive stance. It seems I was going first.

The ball’s size was adjusted to fit Yuka’s hands. Adult-sized balls were a bit too big for middle school girls.

“Quite hasty, huh… Alright, here I go.”

I received the ball and closed the distance with Yuka through dribbling. The ball was slightly smaller, but it didn’t affect my handling.

Immediately, I cut to the left of Yuka.

“I won’t let you pass…!”

Her remarkable agility was something to behold. As I moved to her left, she swiftly moved to block my path.

“It’s okay so far!”

“Hah!”

But I knew she would follow me if it was just this much. We’ve played one-on-one before, after all.

I chose to accelerate abruptly, then abruptly stop. From there, I took the shot. I quickly entered shooting motion and scored from the mid-range.

“Alright, that’s the first point… huh? Yuka?”

As I picked up the ball that had safely entered the goal and tried to return it to Yuka, I noticed that she was frozen in place.

Come to think of it, since I had just taken a jump shot in front of her, I thought she might try to jump and block it, but it seemed she didn’t even attempt such a move.

“…What’s wrong?”

“Huh…?”

Her face seemed slightly red. Huh? Is she feeling unwell?

“Hey, your face is red. Are you getting heatstroke? Should we take a break on the bench?”

“A-Ah?! No, no! I’m fine! H-Hurry up and give me the ball! I’ll tie the score right away!”

Yuka hurriedly returned to the starting point. What’s going on?

I passed the ball to Yuka with a bounce pass, and now it was my turn to defend.

Since she could easily slip past me if I let my guard down, I lowered my stance and prepared for Yuka’s drive.

“Here I go!”

As soon as Yuka said that, she swiftly cut to my left at an acute angle.

Her favorite, the drive on her dominant side.

“I know that.”

Without hesitation, I blocked her path. I’ve been hit by that pattern so many times that it’s ingrained in my head.

However…

Yuka swiftly switched to a crossover from her right-hand drive and shifted her weight to her left side.

(Yeah, expected that… But I know that too!)

One of Yuka’s techniques when she couldn’t get past me in one go. That’s the crossover.

Suddenly shifting the center of gravity to the opposite side makes it quite difficult to respond to on first sight.

But even so, I’ve seen this before.

“That’s why Onii-san, you…!”

However, today, Yuka had something more up her sleeve.

“What…?!”

After the crossover, Yuka had already turned her back on me.

(…A roll, huh?)

Using rotation to bypass the opponent with their back turned… a technique called a roll.

Yuka was supposed to skillfully bypass me with her quickness—supposed to.

“Ah…!”

Perhaps she was indeed not warmed up enough.

When Yuka rolled, her feet got tangled, causing her posture to falter.

“…Gotcha!”

I think I had pretty good reflexes.

I rushed to her side to support her as she seemed about to fall, becoming a cushion for her before she hit the ground, protecting her from the impact.

My vision flipped, and I instinctively closed my eyes.

Feeling the heavy impact on my back, my face involuntarily contorted, but it lasted only a moment.

“Are you okay, Yuka?”

“…”

Only the sound of the ball bouncing away in a series of gentle taps echoed.

“Yuka…?”

This position right now was not good at all. Yuka was completely on top of me.

…She smells nice.

Oh no! This looks bad! I must look like a lolicon sex offender!!

“Ah…!”

“…Ah…?”

Although she was light, it wasn’t uncomfortable at all, but I had to move her soon, or else…

“Hawahawahawa…”

“Hey, what’s wrong?!”

As Yuka’s face turned bright red, she seemed to short-circuit like some malfunctioning electrical device, still on top of me.

“What the heck…”

With no other choice, I decided to carry Yuka as she was to the bench in the shade.

I laid her down on her back and folded a towel to use as a pillow for her.

Looking at her like this, her features were truly refined. Her eyelashes were long, and her skin was smooth and radiant.

She still had a childish look now, but she might become an incredibly beautiful woman in the future.

(Why am I analyzing this so calmly…?)

I still don’t know much about her.

She might even be at an age where it wouldn’t be strange for her to have a boyfriend. Middle schoolers these days grow up fast. (Confirmed.)

“…Should I shoot some hoops?”

After fanning her with a notebook that had been in my backpack for a while and seeing that the redness in her face was gradually fading, I decided to head to the court for some shooting practice alone.