Striving to Become the Ideal Man in a World of Reversed Chastity - Chapter 32: My Childhood Friend’s First Sleepover ③
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- Chapter 32: My Childhood Friend’s First Sleepover ③
A few hours later, Himiko arrived at my house with a large backpack.
“Go- Good evening…”
“Hey, good evening.”
When the doorbell rang, I opened the front door to find Himiko standing there, looking a little stiff. Well, I guess that was understandable. After all, she was coming to stay the night.
“Ah, this is it! The thing I mentioned on the phone earlier.”
“Huh?”
Himiko said this as she put her backpack down at the entrance and handed it to me. When I opened the backpack, I found a lot of vegetables wrapped in a plastic bag inside.
“Whoa, so many! Thanks! And tell your mom and dad I said thank you too.”
“Y-Yeah, of course.”
“Alright, I’ll put these in the fridge. You can relax and watch TV or whatever while I do that.”
“Ah, o-okay, thanks.”
I thanked Himiko and her parents, then I put the vegetables into the fridge. When I returned to the living room, Himiko was sitting upright in a small, formal manner, watching TV.
“You can relax like usual, you know? Why are you so tense?”
“Huh!? N-No, I’m not tense at all!”
When I said that, Himiko loudly denied it. I mean, there was no way she wasn’t nervous when she was acting completely different from usual. I guess it was pretty hard to stay calm when you were alone at a childhood friend’s house of the opposite sex. If her parents were around, it’d probably be a different story.
“By the way, what about the bath? If you want to use it, you can go ahead and take a bath first.”
“N-No! I already took a bath and everything at home, so I’m fine!”
“Ah, I see. Well, I’m going to take a bath now, so just relax and do whatever you want in the meantime.”
“Y-Yeah, okay.”
I said that, grabbed some clothes, and headed for the bathroom.
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“Ah, that feels so good.”
“Wel- Welcome back…”
When I came out of the bathroom, Himiko was already changed into pajamas, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed, watching TV. It had probably been about ten years since I last saw her in pajamas.
(Hmm, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Himiko in her pajamas… and, well, it’s nice.)
I couldn’t really explain it, but there was something about seeing a girl in pajamas that was just really nice. It was not like it was making me feel super excited, but seeing Himiko in a different way than usual was kind of getting me hyped up. Oh, but now that I think about it…
(Wait, how do girls usually sleep? Do they wear bras to bed?)
As I was looking at Himiko in her pajamas, this thought suddenly crossed my mind. I knew it might seem kind of naïve or weird to be thinking about this… but what could I do? I was still a virgin. So, did Himiko wear a bra when she slept? Did she leave it on, or did she take it off? If she wasn’t wearing one right now, I’d probably get pretty excited… Hmm, I wonder which it was?
“Huh? What’s wrong?”
“Huh? Oh, no, nothing.”
As I was lost in thought, staring at Himiko in her pajamas, she asked me that, and I quickly turned my gaze away in embarrassment.
“By the way, Himiko, what time do you usually go to bed?”
“Me? Well… I usually sleep around midnight.”
“Hmm, I see.”
When she said that, I checked the time. It was still a bit before 11 PM. So it was still too early to go to sleep. Alright, then…
“Well, it’s still a bit early to sleep, so how about we play some games? You remember that fighting game we used to play together when we were in elementary school, right? Haha, it’s been a while, so I’m gonna totally crush you.”
“Eh, of course, I’m fine with that. But you’re the one who’s going to get crushed, right? You were never really good at games, were you? Where’s all this confidence coming from?”
“Huh? No way, I was always better than you… Oh, wait, actually, it’s the other way around now, huh?”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
Oh, right, this was a reversed world. That meant the version of me here probably didn’t play games at all, and wasn’t interested in anything perverted, being a serious and earnest guy.
(…Wait, I’m the complete opposite of that!!)
I thought to myself, then grabbed the fighting game we used to play back in elementary school.





































