The Mob Noble Who Got Reincarnated in a World Where Men Are Naturally Protected—So I Trained Like Crazy to Protect Girls Instead, But Their Love Got Way Too Heavy - Chapter 14: Steamy Scene (Male)

Chapter 14: Steamy Scene (Male)

Classes at the noble academy were nothing like what I remembered from my previous life.

For example, anything involving numbers wasn’t called “math,” but arithmetic.

And it wasn’t simple “one apple costs 200 yen” type stuff—

It was more like, “This year’s harvest from the territory produced several dozen tons of wheat.”

In short, arithmetic here wasn’t advanced math, but a practical tool for estate management.

Same deal across the board: no language classes, but negotiation skills.

No science, but magic.

Which naturally meant that instead of gym class, we had martial arts training.

Yeah, that made sense for nobles.

That was what I was thinking while gripping the wooden practice sword.

“Listen well! For the daughters and sons of nobility, martial arts are a symbol!”

The muscled, brawny female instructor of martial arts bellowed at us, the Class 14 underdogs.

“It’s true! Nobles are meant to be the brains of the army—they rarely face enemies directly! But! There are times—duels, single combat—when martial arts serve as a noble’s very symbol!”

Therefore! she thundered on—

“Sometimes for the morale of the army! Sometimes for the pride of your bloodline! That is why you must master martial arts! Do you understand!?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

The whole class shouted back. I joined in just to blend in.

Meanwhile, Wiz gave the most halfhearted, miserable “yes…” imaginable, and Narcis didn’t bother to answer at all.

Honestly, you could read their personalities just from that one exchange.

The instructor looked satisfied and continued her booming speech.

“Alright! To gauge your abilities, we’ll start with one-on-one sparring matches according to this chart! From there, I’ll decide the rest of the training curriculum—so give it your all!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

At the teacher’s command, I checked the match board along with the rest of the class.

…My opponent was Narcis.

Well, yeah. Figures. No way they’d pair a boy against a girl right off the bat.

There were six sparring fields in the training yard. My match against Narcis was set in the last group of three.

So for now, I figured I’d just spectate and turned on my heel—

Only to find Narcis already waiting for me, flanked by a bunch of girls like his personal entourage.

“Well, looks like my opponent is you, Garland.”

“Yeah. Looks like it, Narcis.”

I answered flatly. Narcis sneered.

“You were born into a knight family, weren’t you? But as a boy, surely they never gave you a proper sword instructor. And from what I hear, that’s exactly why you got injured in the Orc Forest.”

“…Huh?”

That caught me off guard. My mother had put me through not just swordsmanship, but all kinds of brutal training. So I just stood there, blinking in confusion.

Apparently, that reaction alone was enough for Narcis to think he’d struck a nerve, because he burst out laughing.

“Hah-hahaha! What’s with that face!? Don’t tell me—you actually thought I’d been trained, too!?”

I honestly hadn’t been thinking about him at all, so I just stared blankly, watching this bizarre conversation unfold.

“Unfortunately for you, even among landed nobles, boys are still expected to study martial arts as part of their education! Ahh, I can’t wait. To personally beat down the one who dared make a fool of me—that’ll be so satisfying!”

“Made a fool of…? Me? Of you, Narcis?”

What the hell is he talking about? I never did that.

“What’s wrong? Getting scared at last? Too bad. Running away isn’t an option.”

With a snap of his fingers, Narcis gave an order.

“You girls.”

“Yes!” “As per Narcis’s instructions!”

“Uh… huh?”

The girls standing behind him suddenly sprang into action and pinned me down.

Thanks to their mana-boosted strength, the hold was solid.

But honestly, after being restrained and “neutralized” countless times during my mother’s brutal training, this level of grappling felt like nothing.

It felt like nothing—except…

“…Huh.”

They smelled nice. And looking closer, every single one of them was seriously cute.

Narcis clearly had a type—pretty, obedient girls—and he’d gathered the cream of the crop.

Which meant… yeah. Maybe I shouldn’t break free right away. They were soft, uh—cough, cough. Let’s just say the “restraint power” here was way too effective. Yeah. Definitely couldn’t slip out of this one.

And that’s when Wiz came charging in.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!? On a boy like Tect—that’s straight-up sexual harassment!”

Huh, sexual harassment? I mean… I’m just being restrained here. Does that really count as harassment?

That was what I was thinking—until Narcis spoke up.

“I’m a viscount’s son. If I permit this, then it doesn’t matter what some knight-family boy says. And of course, it’s the same no matter what any girl has to say about it.”

I froze, then it clicked.

Right… I’m the victim of the harassment here. That’s how it works in a world with reversed gender roles.

I nodded to myself like, ah, makes sense now. Meanwhile, Wiz was glaring with this incredibly frustrated, almost pained expression. …Why?

Then Narcis muttered,

“Yes, since we’ve got the chance here, let’s just…”

“Hm?”

I glanced at him—he had a nasty grin plastered across his face.

And then he turned to Wiz.

“Miss Delphia, this is your fault, you know? You’re in my class, yet instead of coming to me, you let yourself be swayed by some no-name knight-house mutt.”

With another snap of his fingers, the girls holding me started sliding their hands across my chest and rear. Kind of ticklish, honestly.

But Wiz’s reaction was explosive.

“Tect!!!”

She screamed my name like she was watching her crush about to be violated right in front of her eyes. The intensity was so fierce that other girls rushed in to restrain her too.

I just blinked, wondering, Why is she panicking so hard?

“Nah, if you don’t like it, come under me, Miss Delphia. You’ve got a nice face—behave obediently and I’ll treat you well.”

Narcis pitched his offer with that smug smile, and even as I was being held down, Wiz answered.

“No way. There’s no comparison between Tect and Narcis.”

“…Is that so?”

Narcis snapped his fingers. A girl’s hand slid down toward my crotch. 

Whoa—what the hell!?

“Wait, wait, wait! Teacher—! Teacher, get over here! Something you absolutely can’t ignore in public is happening right now! Teacher!”

“Hahaha! Garland, it’s useless to panic. I’ve already paid off the teacher!”

“Huh? No way—”

The female instructor blatantly turned her face away.

“Teacher!?”

No way this is happening. Was the noble academy really this lawless?!

“Stop it, stop!”

Wiz burst out, trying to break free, but she was small and trapped between the other girls, so she couldn’t escape.

“Damn it, let go! Tect! Tect!”

“Hahaha! You get so worked up over such a lowborn man. Fine—let me soil that man right now and snap you out of whatever fantasy you’re in!”

At Narcis’s words, the girls started grinning and put their hands on my clothes, fumbling with buttons and fabric.

“Marriage isn’t on the table, but I can make you feel really good instead ♡”

“I’ll spoil you all the way until graduation ♡”

The girls tugged at my buttons, baring my chest muscle by muscle.

“Let go—release me! I’ll dissect you alive! I’ll turn every single one of you into my test subjects, my screaming guinea pigs! Every last one—do you hear me?!—will be on my table! Tect! TECT!!”

Wiz’s scream rang out—half tragic, half pure villainess. She thrashed, reaching for me, but couldn’t break free of the other girls’ hold.

“…This is way too much like a gag scene.”

And with that, I casually slipped free from their flimsy restraints.

“…Huh?” 

“…!?” “…Eh?”

The girls, still following Narcis’s orders, froze in shock as I just waltzed right out of their grip. Even Wiz blinked in disbelief.

The only one panicking was Narcis.

“Wha—! What are you doing!? Restrain Garland again, quickly!”

“Y-Yes!” “You won’t get away this time!”

At his shout, the girls lunged for me. I sidestepped smoothly, using quick footwork to trip them up in the process.

“Kyah!” “Wahh!”

They toppled at my feet, squealing as they crashed into a heap.

Narcis’s eyes went wide, his jaw hanging open in shock.

I gave him a flat, unimpressed look and said—

“My shirt getting ripped open like that… seriously, who’s supposed to enjoy this?”

Another few minutes of that and it really would’ve turned into an actual steamy scene. Yeah, no thanks.

I quietly buttoned myself back up, still feeling very, very unsatisfied with the whole thing.

Reversed chastity rules? Who cares. Dumb as hell.

“Kuuh, let me go!”

While everyone else was still frozen in shock, Wiz snapped out of it first, breaking free from the restraints and rushing over to me.

“A-Are you okay, Tect!? You didn’t get hurt, did you!? Having your chest and lower body touched like that—it’s unforgivable…!”

“…Y-Yeah, totally…”

I couldn’t exactly admit that it had just been ticklish.

“How dare you lay hands on my Tect like that…!”

Wiz glared at Narcis and his girls with such intense fury that Narcis actually flinched and scrambled to hide behind one of the girls standing nearby.

…Seriously? Did that bastard just use a girl as a shield?

And then, from behind her back, he actually kept running his mouth.

“I-It’s your fault! All of you! You’re supposed to listen to what I say! If you’re my classmates, then girls should obey me—and boys should stay lonely and pitiful on their own!”

“… ”

“… ”

Yeah. This had to be the very definition of too dumb for words.

“Oi—you lot! It’s about time to start the one-on-one training!”

The instructor barked, probably worried this whole scene would wreck the schedule.

Perfect timing, I thought, and looked straight at Narcis. One-on-one drills would be the perfect, legit way to teach that jerk a lesson.

But at that exact moment, Narcis went pale and theatrically slumped against one of the girls.

“N-Narcis, what’s wrong?”

“I… I don’t feel so good… Sorry, could someone take me to the infirmary…?”

“O-okay! Teacher, Narcis looks sick—I’ll take him to the infirmary!”

“Oh, alright. Fine. Well, it can’t be helped. He’s a boy, after all.”

“Narcis, I’ll carry you!” “Hey, that’s not fair! Me too!” “I’ll help as well!”

The whole exchange was so smooth Narcis got hoisted up and carried away before anyone had time to blink.

Right before he left, Narcis snapped back to his normal face and shot me a nasty little grin.

“…”

…That idiot. I’d make sure to rough him up someday. Definitely.

I made that quiet vow to myself.