The World Becomes a World Where Chastity Is Reversed?! - 11

Chapter 11: Encounter with a Third-Year White Gyaru

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One afternoon after school. It had only been a short while since I transferred here, and I still hadn’t fully grasped the layout of the school, so I spent my time after classes wandering around by myself.

“Uhh, if I walk this way, it leads to the audio-visual room… And that way is the home economic room. Man, high schools in the city really are huge and full of all kinds of facilities.”

I muttered that to myself as I walked down the hallway. The school here was nothing like the small boys’ school I attended back in the countryside. This place was overwhelmingly big and impressively well-equipped. As expected of a school in the city. So I just kept walking around the campus aimlessly, but honestly, it felt a bit like I was exploring, and I was getting kind of excited.

“Wow, just wandering around the school like this is really fun. Ah, right. Since I’m already looking around, I kinda want to check out the rooftop too, but I guess the rooftop is probably locked?”

After finishing a general tour of the school interior, I thought that maybe I’d like to see the rooftop as well, so I headed for the stairs in the hallway and climbed up toward the rooftop.

Once I climbed the stairs, I quickly arrived at the rooftop entrance. I grabbed the door handle and tried it. It seemed like it wasn’t locked. So I turned the knob and opened the rooftop door.

Clack…

“Oh, wow, what a great view! Wait, huh?”

“…Hm?”

When I opened the door and stepped out onto the rooftop, I found that someone else was already there. Judging by the color of her necktie, she seemed to be a third-year student.

The girl had strikingly bright long hair and flashy piercings. Her nails were done beautifully, and over her uniform she wore a flashy sukajan with an embroidered dragon on the back. Basically, she was a high-level fashionista—a proper white gyaru. And when I saw this stylish white gyaru senpai…

O-Ohh! Amazing! A real city gyaru! An actual gyaru in the flesh!

Seeing the white gyaru in front of me sent my excitement through the roof. After all, there were no gyarus like this back in the countryside where I lived. Well, of course there weren’t. There weren’t even any clothing stores or cosmetic shops aimed at gyarus in my hometown. It was a place where “becoming a gyaru” wasn’t even an option. So this was the very first time in my life that I encountered a gyaru in person. Until now, gyarus were something I only ever saw on TV or online, so seeing a real white gyaru up close had my excitement skyrocketing.

Hmm, gyarus really are amazing… Wait, hold on?

While I was hyped up and staring at the white gyaru senpai, I noticed something. She had a long, thin stick-like object in her mouth.

Huh? Isn’t… isn’t that a cigarette…?

I’d been excited thinking she was a stylish city gyaru, but… Maybe she was actually a super delinquent—like, a real delinquent. That possibility made me panic a little.

N-No, meeting a gyaru is insanely awesome, but meeting a hardcore delinquent is absolutely NOT awesome…

Just as I was thinking that and tensing up slightly, the white gyaru senpai seemed to notice me and turned her face in my direction. And then…

“Hmm? Puhah… Aren’t you that kid? The second-year transfer student?”

“Eh?”

She removed the stick-shaped object from her mouth and spoke to me. And the thing she had been holding wasn’t a cigarette at all. It was an ordinary stick candy you could buy at the supermarket or a convenience store. Th-Thank god. I seriously thought she was an actual delinquent for a second. Realizing she wasn’t a delinquent, I let out a silent sigh of relief. But for some reason, she spoke as though she already knew who I was, which gave me a strange sense of disconnect. I was sure this was our first meeting.

“Ah, yes. I did transfer here recently… Um, does that mean senpai knows about me?”

“Yup, of course. There are only a handful of boys in this school, and a male transfer student is super rare, you know? So I’ve heard rumors about you from my friends.”

“O-Oh, right. I guess a male transfer student would become a topic of conversation. But it’s kinda embarrassing to think third-year senpais are talking about me…”

“Ahaha, yeah, anyone would be embarrassed if people were gossiping about them. But the truth is, you’re currently the most famous boy in the entire third-year grade.”

“Eh? I’m the most famous? Why? Ah, sorry, this is totally late to ask, but…Could I please have your name, senpai?”

“Hm? Oh—ahh, sorry, sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Maya Kirisaki, a third-year. And as a little token of getting to know each other… Here, take this. Stick candy.”

The incredibly pretty white gyaru senpai said that, then took a stick candy from her sukajan pocket and handed it to me. The flavor was pudding.

“Th-Thank you. I’m Haruki Uegami from Class 2. Nice to meet you properly.”

“Yup, nice to meetcha—”

“R-Right. So, back to what we were talking about… Why am I supposedly super famous among the third-years? I don’t think I’ve done anything that would make me known by all of you…”

“Oh, that. Heh. You helped that third-year girl carry her notebooks recently, right? And you also helped that first-year girl who collapsed in the hallway and took her to the infirmary, didn’t you?”

“Eh? Ah—yes, I did help a senpai carry notebooks, and I did bring a first-year girl to the nurse’s office, but why would that—?”

“See? That story has been all over the third-year grade. Everyone’s saying a cool, gallant prince transferred in! He’s a boy who swoops in to help girls in need!”

“Eh—w-wait, WHAT!? A prince!? There’s a rumor like that?!”

I was utterly shocked by what Kirisaki-senpai told me. Sure, I did help some girls recently, but I didn’t think those things would turn into rumors spreading across the third-year grade!

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