Source
https://kakuyomu.jp/works/16818093093605365078/episodes/16818093093687494184
I’m surrounded by a world of chastity reversal.
What is this, an opportunity?
I have friends as much as anyone else, but until now I have never had a chance to meet a girl. I have no special characteristics, both inside and outside.
Of course, I have never had a girlfriend.
But in a world where chastity is reversed, it’s a different story.
Just by living a normal life like this, girls might approach me.
If I do that, I will finally be able to lose my virginity—
I went to sleep excitedly as if it were the day before a field trip.
※※※
The next morning. I had breakfast and was in my room changing into my school uniform when my mother walked in without knocking.
“Hey, Asahi you—“
As soon as she opened the door and saw me in the middle of getting dressed–to be more specific, wearing only underwear and pants—my mom, who had wanted to complain about something, stopped talking.
“….? Mom? What’s wrong?”
“W-wait a minute, Asahi….if you’re changing your clothes, tell me beforehand.”
“……No, because you always come in here without regard to whether I’m changing or not.”
“T-that’s not true ! You should be ashamed of yourself if you’re a man ! You’re so immodest !”
My mom scolded me, embarrassed for some reason.
Well, maybe it’s not surprising that this happens.
In the world before the chastity concept was reversed (for the sake of convenience, let’s call this the “original world”), it would be like a high school girl changing clothes and her father barging into her room while she was in her underwear.
The father would be horrified and the high school girl, who has no shame, would be scolded.
I see……this is the world of chastity reversal. I don’t think it’s a good idea to show too much skin carelessly.
I deliberately and shyly checked my mother for now and quickly got dressed.
I left the house at the usual time and went to the nearest station.
As I arrived at the platform and the train came in, I noticed something strange again.
“…Wow, so there really is a ‘men-only car’.”
In the original world, this train had a women-only car during commuting hours to prevent molestation. The reason for this is that the sexes have been reversed, so naturally there is a ‘men-only car’.
I looked at the men-only car and saw a hellish scene that I, a resident of the original world, could not help but feel disgusted by.
“Uwaa…that car is full of middle-aged salarymen…but isn’t the age demographic a little on the older side? I don’t think there are many people my age riding it…”
I couldn’t help but comment on it myself. It was such a shocking image.
I made up my mind that I would never get in that car, so I did not look at the men-only car and got on the regular car.
The opposite of a molester is called a ‘slut’ and it seems there are quite a few people like that.
There were many posters at stations and in the train to raise awareness about the prevention of lascivious women.
However, the catchphrase, ‘Lascivious women’ does not rhyme, so it is not very clear. Get a better copywriter.
I thought about this as I held on to the strap and swayed on the train.
As the number of passengers increased and the population density grew, I noticed that someone was touching my ass.
Hm? Could this be the…..lascivious woman !?
Am I really that much of a target?
The hands touching my ass were surprisingly gentle. I thought they were going to squeeze me hard, but they were soft and fluffy like a feather broom.
If this was a woman touching me, I thought she might be a bit of a technician. In the meantime, the hand gradually changed its position from the ass to the crotch.
At the same time, I feel something soft against my back.
Needless to say, it is definitely a pair of tits. And they are quite large.
For a moment, I could catch a glimpse of the culprit’s face.
She was a woman in her late twenties or thirties, probably an office worker because she was wearing a suit. I could hear her breathing excitedly.
I realized that I was probably…..no, definitely being molested. (I’m not sure if “being molested” is the right word to use.)
If I were to replace this in the original world, it would be a high school girl being touched on the lower half of her body by a company employee, having a hard-on pressed against her body, and having an excited snorting sound coming from the man. Just imagining being in the position of a high school girl is so sickening.
But for me, a resident of the original world, this is a bit of an interesting event.
The woman is excited about it and is pressing her boobs against me while touching my lower body. It is quite an exciting experience for me, as I have no experience with women.
I thought I could let this momentum carry me along for a bit, but alas, I arrived at the station nearest my school.
When the culprit realized that I was getting off the train, she quickly withdrew her hand and disappeared somewhere as if nothing had happened.
I thought I had done something regrettable, but I didn’t feel bad about it, and it was kind of fun, so it was all good. That was the end of the matter. I was happy and satisfied.
…..It was supposed to be like that.
“She’s a slut ! She kept touching a high school boy !”
As the train doors opened and the platform people got off, a woman’s scream echoed throughout the area.
I turned toward the voice and saw a female student wearing the uniform of our high school holding the arm of a woman in her twenties who I thought was the perpetrator of the molestation, trying not to let her go.
I recognized her.
She had a neat face and was cute enough to be called a beautiful girl.
Her ash brown hair, which was probably on the edge of school regulations (and probably out of bounds), was gently wavy, giving her a slightly mature look.
Her school uniform is also fairly worn out, and I once saw her being found by the student advisors and being scolded by them.
The girl who caught the lascivious girl was Sotogahama Riria, a class 1 girl in the same class as me.
–
–
If you enjoy our content, feel free to donate, Thank you in advance !