Old Version Part 1

Chapter 1: Is it wrong to be kissed by a yandere on the first day of school?

"Brother, wake up! You're going to be late for school!" a female voice urged, cutting through my sleepy haze with an urgency that was impossible to ignore.

I turned towards the source, my expression a mix of annoyance and confusion.

Did I just have a hallucination?

Since when did I have a sister?

And why did she look like an anime character I occasionally watched?

Her name... what was it again?

Oh yeah, Shirogane Kei.

Is this some kind of lucid dream where I can do anything I want with anime girls?

As I indulged in the fleeting fantasy of losing my virginity in this wet dream, my so-called sister shattered my thoughts by throwing a pillow at my face.

Her expression was one of exasperation as she said,

"Get a grip, brother; you're going to be late, and our father will blame me if you don't get to school on time." She grabbed my arm with surprising strength and started to drag me out of the room.

Her grip was so strong that I couldn't help but wonder if this strange dream sister of mine was part tyrannosaurus.

I couldn't even break free from her hold.

How could she be so powerful despite being so petite?

Is this supposed to be a dream where I have full control over the narrative?

Why does this strange sister of mine seem to have all the power here, not me?

This is getting weirder by the second.

As she continued to drag me somewhere, I started to pay closer attention to this bizarre sister of mine in the dream.

She was a very attractive girl with silver hair cascading down to her shoulders, her blue eyes focused ahead, which made me judge that she was a pretty stern and strict girl. She wore a school uniform—a crisp white blouse tucked neatly into a pleated navy skirt, accentuating her slender frame. The blazer she wore was fitted perfectly, highlighting her figure while still looking effortlessly stylish.

Even though there were dark circles beneath her eyes, they couldn't diminish her beauty.

Such a stunning girl was my sister; I don't know if my dream was too real or if everything was just my delusion.

Well, whatever it was, I was going to enjoy this dream fully before I woke up to my crappy reality.

Unbeknownst to me, we had arrived at the destination this strange sister of mine had been intent on dragging me to.

"Well, brother, you can manage on your own now," she said, releasing her grip on me after leading me into the bathroom.

In a somewhat considerate gesture, she had provided a towel and a neatly hung school uniform. I couldn't fathom the purpose of this perplexing dream.

Why should my dream revolve around mundane activities like bathing?

Where's the sex? Where is the lemon? This is a fucking scam!

With a surge of frustration, I swiftly discarded my dress, my emotions boiling over, and I reached for the red button that activated the shower.

As the cascading streams of scalding water enveloped me, I felt a momentary release from my irritation.

I proceeded to gather my soap, shampoo, and toothbrush, methodically preparing for my cleansing ritual.

Once everything was in place, I thoroughly dried myself with a plush towel before retrieving my school uniform from the hanger, bracing myself for the impending encounter with this sister of mine, determined to uncover the mystery behind her sudden presence in my life.

Given that the customary rules stipulate having breakfast prior to departing for school, she was likely at the breakfast table.

I meandered through the hallway, losing my way momentarily before finally locating my intended destination.

Fortunately, the modest size of the house meant that my disorientation was brief, and I was soon able to find what I was searching for.

"Hah... It's rare for you not to be late, Miyuki. Most of the time, you always spend the time complaining to your sister and making a scene when she wakes you. Well, it's a surprisingly welcome change." The older gentleman with tousled blonde hair blinked in astonishment as I took my place at the breakfast table.

As shitty as I am as a person, I never complain or whine to others. Why is this guy accusing me of being like that?

"Yeah..." What else could I say? I don't know anything about them and could only opt for a simple answer and eat the bread in front of me to keep a low profile.

"What a youth," he sighed, a hint of nostalgia lacing his tone.

"Who is that lucky girl, Miyuki? I hope she isn't a scumbag like your mother," he remarked with an air of flippancy.

"There are no girls," I retorted, my voice raised. I was kind of offended by the question. It reminded me of the fact that I have no girl and this guy, who I suspected to be my father in this dream, was making fun of me with this fact.

"Well, if you don't want to tell us, so be it. I hope you're happy; that's all." To my surprise, his response was surprisingly decent, and I felt a twinge of regret for allowing myself to be offended by his earlier words. I often default to the worst assumptions about others, and I was prepared to offer an apology for my misjudgment. My tone softened as I continued,

"It's the truth. I don't have one. I apologize if I came across as aggressive."

"Okay..." He regarded me with an awkward expression, as if unsure how to respond.

I am uncertain as to why he is behaving so awkwardly in response to my reply.

At that moment, we commenced our breakfast in silence.

Once we had finished our meal, I inquired,

"Where is my sister? Why don't I see her with us?"

"Scholarship isn't easy, Miyuki. She needs to work harder than you if she wants to maintain her position as Student Council President at a prestigious school like Suuchin Academy," he remarked with a weary sigh.

"Do I need to work as hard as she does?" I asked, my tone gentle.

"The world is more tolerant of men, so no, just enjoy your school life," he said, giving my shoulder a reassuring pat once he observed that I had completed my breakfast.

I focused on a particular aspect of his words: the notion that the world is more tolerant of men. What could he possibly mean by that?

I found myself perplexed, and with good reason.

I then rose from my seat, savoring my final sip of milk before bidding farewell to this father of mine.

I refrained from asking him for directions to my school, as I wished to avoid arousing his suspicion.

Given that I doubted a flimsy excuse like amnesia would be convincing, I planned to seek out a random passerby to obtain information about the location of Suuchin Academy.

Although I entertained the notion that this might be a mere dream, my increasing interactions with this world only heightened my awareness of its peculiarities.

It felt too vivid and genuine to be classified merely as a lucid dream.

As I aimlessly wandered down the street, I noticed a pink-haired girl in a car who waved at me through the window as the vehicle came to a halt directly in front of me.

"Do you want to hop in, Miyuki?" she asked, her grin widening playfully.

"Chika?" I inquired, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Yup, Fujiwara Chika, the detective of love, at your service." she responded with unwavering confidence. As she spoke, she opened the car door, seized my arm with unexpected firmness, and practically propelled me into the car.

Her jasmine scent enveloped me, her fragrance intoxicating, and she was suddenly very, very close.

I didn't know what to do. I was just a virgin in my past life and could only awkwardly let her hug my arm as she placed her head on my shoulder and sniffed me.

This was kind of creepy.

"What happened to you, Miyuki? You seem oddly not to push me away as usual. Do you like me now?" Her mischievous eyes glinted as she slid onto my lap, her arms wrapping around my neck. Our breaths mingled, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body.

My cock stiffened as it brushed up against her panties, and her grin grew wider when she noticed my situation.

"Since you didn't resist, I will enjoy it."

Then, she began to kiss me aggressively. My eyes widened in disbelief at this woman.

She gripped my back with a strong hold, and her tongue wantonly ravaged mine, exploring with a hunger that left me breathless.

Her lips were soft yet insistent, her kiss demanding. I could feel the wetness of her tongue as it danced with mine. She pulled me closer, her nails digging into my back.

I could only passively be kissed by this woman as my mind went blank, not knowing what to do in this situation.

Her kiss was certainly restless, that's for sure.

"Hehehe... I took your first kiss, Miyuki." She finally released me, returning to her seat with graceful calmness, though she never let go of my arm, holding it tighter than before.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head on my shoulder, drifting off to sleep as if nothing had happened.

I was left staring at her, touching my lips in confusion.

Was this some kind of wet dream, or had my reality shifted into something entirely new?

I wasn't sure, but... this wasn't all that bad.

Chapter 2: My new life in anime reversed world

Shirogane Kei POV

"You seem preoccupied, President. Is something troubling you?" teased a girl with raven-black hair upon noticing my distracted state.

She is Shinomiya Kaguya, Vice President of Suuchin Academy, and one of my closest friends in this aristocratic institution where one's worth is often judged by their background rather than their merits. Her assistance has been invaluable in helping me navigate and blend into this elite school environment.

Beyond her role as Vice President, she holds another significant identity: she is the heiress of the Shinomiya Zaibatsu, a mega-corporation in Japan with assets totaling two hundred trillion yen, and ownership of numerous banks, railways, and automotive companies both domestically and internationally. Her wealth and influence are evident through this impressive lineage.

"My brother seems to have changed," I said.

"Has he changed for the worse?" she asked, her tone sharp.

"No, he has changed for the better," I quickly corrected.

"Usually, he would act spoiled and throw tantrums when I woke him up, as you might expect from many men who have lived a privileged life, coddled by a world that is gentle towards them," I sighed, then continued. "But now, he seems different. Not only does he refrain from throwing tantrums, but he is also remarkably silent and willing to go to school on time. I don't know whether this change is good or bad."

This very reason explains why I was previously so harsh on my brother. In the past, our relationship was harmonious; we got along well and were always on good terms. However, puberty altered him drastically. His attitude worsened day by day; he would constantly kick me out of his room, never allow me to touch his belongings, and always be on guard around me.

He never displayed a good attitude towards me. Every time I woke him up, he would be annoyed and throw a tantrum, his spoiled demeanor exacerbated by a world, especially women, treating him gently.

Since he never respected me as his sister, it became increasingly difficult for me to treat him kindly. Consequently, I had to be more forceful in my approach, always disciplining him with our father's permission whenever he displayed bad behavior. Both our father and I hoped he would revert to his former self, not this rotten personality he adopted after hitting puberty.

Despite my current animosity towards him, deep down, I always miss the brother he used to be—gentle and kind-hearted.

I hope this change in him is permanent and that our relationship can return to what it once was.

...

Shirogane Miyuki POV

"I thought you hated Chika. I would never have imagined you'd go with her, Miyuki." The man with a brooding and cool temperament, radiating a mysterious vibe, chuckled as he greeted me.

"Ishigami Yuu?" I asked hesitantly, recognizing the emo and edgelord standing before me, praised by the citizens of Earth from my past life.

As someone who enjoyed reading edgy character in webnovel, I could easily spot one when I saw them.

He blinked at my question, then finally nodded in acknowledgment without speaking.

"Anyway, have you formed a relationship with Chika? You smell like a woman—um, I mean, the jasmine perfume is so strong I could smell it from a mile away," he lamented.

"You should go to the restroom first and wash away the scent, or the consequences will be dire if others find out," he advised afterward.

"That's such a hassle," I replied, not understanding why he was exaggerating so much.

Shouldn't this be something worth bragging about rather than a problem?

As much as I hated to admit it, I was likely transmigrated into an anime world, occupying the body of Shirogane Miyuki and living as him.

In my past life, being close to a beautiful woman, especially one with a goddess-like figure, was something to boast about and enhanced one's reputation, rather than being seen as trouble. It was certainly better than being a virgin with no girls.

As much as I didn't understand the logic, people always judged others based on their virginity. If you were a virgin, then you were considered a loser. This superficial value system greatly annoyed me, as it formed the basis of worth for people in my previous life.

"It's up to you then," he said with a nonchalant shrug.

"Alright, I'll take your advice." After a moment of contemplation, I realized that he had a point; it was far more advantageous to be regarded as a virgin than to carry the reputation of being experienced with women. After all, being labeled a scumbag would only invite trouble and complications into my life.

So, I stood up from my seat, carefully avoiding collisions with others, and stayed under the radar to avoid being detected by the perfume scent from Chika. I headed to the restroom to wash myself.

As I blinked and recollected the details, I realized something I had overlooked: the restroom seemed devoid of men, and throughout the school, I had mostly seen girls with very few boys.

Was this an all-girls school previously?

However, when I watched "Kaguya-sama: Love is War," the anime suggested otherwise. But it had been so long since I watched it that I wasn't sure anymore.

But, whatever.

I washed my face and removed all traces of Chika's perfume from my body with water. I wasn't sure if this would work or not, but I had to try.

After freshening up, I grinned, ready to start the class and embrace my new life in this world.

Here we go, anime world, I'm coming!

...

Alright, I retract my previous statement.

Screw this world—why is everything so different from what I imagined?

As I sat through the history lesson delivered by Hiratsuka Shizuka, our teacher, a dark expression clouded my face.

No wonder everything feels so off. Whether it's my sister or Fujiwara Chika, their strength is overwhelmingly powerful. Now, it all makes sense—this isn't just any ordinary anime world; it's a reversed world where matriarchs rule and women are in charge. The population ratio between women and men is 3:1, with females being the dominant group.

"You seem depressed, Miyuki. Want to go to karaoke? I think it will help you feel better." When the bell rang and Hiratsuka-sensei left the room, my deskmate, Ishigami Yuu, made the offer.

"As caring as always, Ishigami-kun." Fujiwara Chika's voice startled me. She stood right behind me, her breast brushing against my back.

Shit...

She is too close, my virgin instinct couldn't take it.

My bulge almost popped out because of her teasing and almost noticeable, but fortunately, it was hidden beneath the table, and no one was insane enough to look or pay attention to what was happening under there.

Even Chika herself didn't seem to notice as she playfully glanced at Ishigami Yuu.

"Apologies, Ishigami-kun. It seems Miyuki needs my company more than he needs yours, doesn't you, Miyuki?" she whispered seductively, her breath sending a ticklish sensation to my ear.

"Ah, yes, yes," I instinctively replied, only to regret it immediately. I quickly attempted to amend my words. "If you don't mind, perhaps Ishigami Yuu should join us as well."

"Do you think so too, Ishigami-kun?" Chika asked.

Although I couldn't see Chika's expression behind me, the sound of Ishigami Yuu's nervous gulp was enough to infer her actions.

"I won't intrude on your date, Miyuki. Farewell, I'll take my leave now." He departed without a backward glance, his hurried footsteps revealing his mood.

"It wasn't appropriate for you to threaten my friend, Chika," I asserted.

"You know, you can have your own fun while I have mine. Farewell. I hope you won't threaten anyone close to me next time."

With that, I also left without looking back. Though I couldn't see Chika's expression, I knew it wouldn't be pleasant. I chose not to follow Ishigami Yuu, uncertain of what Chika might do to him if I did. Instead, I wandered aimlessly through the school corridor.

In the middle of the corridor, I encountered my sister, who was engaged in a conversation with Shinomiya Kaguya.

A confused expression crossed my face as I observed them.

Is my sister in the third grade in this world and older than me?

Everything that has transpired today suggests as much.

Moreover, Kaguya in this world seems friendlier and more approachable compared to her version in the anime.

When my sister noticed me, she pretended not to recognize me and continued her conversation with Kaguya.

I didn't greet her either, as she clearly didn't want to talk to me, so I kept to myself, seeking my own purpose while wandering aimlessly down the corridor.

"Fufufu... You seem quite lost, Shirogane-san. Could I have a moment of your time?" The petite lilac-haired girl with a walking stick approached me and greeted me playfully.

Loligaki is here too?

"Well, if you say so," I agreed, having no other purpose than to converse with the loli before me.

"Nice." She smirked at my response.

"Let's go then."

With that, I followed her side by side, curious to see what she wanted to discuss.

Chapter 3: The time I met Loligaki

As we entered the quaint milk tea shop, Sweet Serenetia, its name was elegantly displayed on a wooden sign. We stood before the counter, where the barista was doing her things.

"What would you like to order, Miyuki-san?" Arisu Sakayanagi inquired.

Soft, ambient music played in the background, and the air was filled with the soothing aroma of freshly brewed tea and sweet confections.

The walls were decorated with vintage tea posters and shelves lined with jars of various tea leaves, adding to the shop's charm.

The seating arrangement consisted of small, round tables made of dark wood, each accompanied by cushioned chairs in pastel hues. In the corner, a plush sofa with a low table offered a more intimate setting, perfect for quiet conversations. The lighting was gentle, with hanging pendant lamps casting a warm glow over the shop, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

The counter itself was a display of delectable desserts, with an array of cakes, pastries, and cookies tempting every visitor. The menu board above listed an extensive variety of milk teas, from classic flavors like Earl Grey and Matcha to more exotic blends like Lavender Honey and Rose Milk.

"Lavender Honey Milk Tea," I responded.

"Well, if you order that, then I will also," Arisu remarked. She then conveyed her order to the barista before gracefully leading the way to a cozy seat by the window, where the gentle breeze flowed in, creating a refreshing ambiance around us.

"Did you notice how the barista bore an uncanny resemblance to our classmate, Sakayanagi-san?" I remarked.

Why did she remind me so much of Saki Kawasaki from Oregairu? In English, the name was My Youth Comedy Is Wrong As I Expected?

"She is indeed from our school," Arisu Sakayanagi confirmed.

"You have changed so much, Shirogane-san. Have you forgotten how you used to look down on me just because I was crippled?" she teased, her expression oddly playful despite recalling the humiliation the former owner of this body subjected her to.

I blinked, momentarily lost for words.

Here we go again, I was dumped by the scapegoat of the former owner of this body and all of his faults were transferred to me.

"Fufufu... No need to respond, Shirogane-san. I'm just curious, that's all," Arisu said, probably noticing my tense nerves. She diffused the situation with a joke, and I could only manage a stiff laugh in return.

"Hahaha... Yeah... That joke was a bit much, Sakayanagi-san. For a moment, I thought you were seeking revenge against me," I added.

If that were the case, it would be quite disheartening since I hadn't done anything wrong. Yet, people who hated the former owner of this body directed their animosity towards me. It felt hypocritical to accept the benefits from the previous owner while resenting the troubles he left behind. But, I'm just human after all, not a saint. I believe everyone feels the same way—when people hate and find fault in you without reason or justification, who wouldn't hate it?

"How could I possibly seek revenge against you, Shirogane-san? I'm just a cripple, after all. No one would side with me. I was unattractive while you have everyone on your side. If I did take revenge on you, everything about me would be over." Despite the gravity of the matter, she maintained her playful tone as she delivered this fact.

Okay...

I'm not sure how common sense works in this world.

Would a crippled boy of short stature but handsome features be considered unattractive in my previous world?

I don't know. I've never experienced it or had a friend who was crippled.

But I did have a friend who suffered from autism. He was also rich and handsome, yet he was ostracized and considered unattractive by women.

Did Arisu suffer this treatment in this world?

As much as it left a bitter taste in my mouth to apologize for a fault I didn't commit and solve a problem that wasn't mine, I still lowered my stance and apologized.

"Sorry, I don't know how much harm my words caused you, Arisu, but I truly apologize for my previous actions. If you need any help, you can ask me."

Her expression remained unchanged at my apology.

"I didn't ask for your apology, Shirogane-san. As I said from the beginning, I'm just curious about your change, that's all. I think the one who needs help is you, not me. Moreover, I don't need your pity. You apologized not because you realized your mistake, but because you pity me, Shirogane-san."

The meaning behind her words is clear; she discerned that my apology stemmed not from genuine remorse but from pity. She rejected my apology because, without a foundation of genuine guilt, an apology is meaningless.

Is this what she intended to convey?

I'm confused.

"So, why do you think I need help, Arisu?" I swiftly shifted the conversation, attempting to alleviate the tension with a different topic.

"You look more tense than usual, more nervous. Even though you appear calm, you're not at all. That's why I said you need help, Shirogane-san," Arisu smirked.

"Well, I think this conversation has been enough, Shirogane-san. Let's enjoy our cup of milk tea, shall we? Let's begin our new relationship and new chapter with my treat."

By then, our order was delivered to the table, and we sipped our Lavender Honey Milk Tea.

When we did, I observed the girl before me.

From the beginning to the end, she had always been playful, calm, and graceful. I couldn't read her expression or mood at all. I was lost, totally lost. I didn't know what she wanted and what she thought of me. Her expression suggested nothing, except the playful mood that she consistently set up.

I sipped my milk tea and pondered.

Will Arisu be my friend or my enemy in this world?

Everything so far in this conversation suggested nothing.

Sigh...

...

When Arisu Sakayanagi excused herself to leave, Ishigami Yuu, who was coincidentally sipping milk tea in the corner, spotted me and approached cautiously.

"You spoke to her, Miyuki?" he inquired.

"I don't think that's the issue," I asserted firmly.

"No, it's going to be a big problem. Don't you remember how you treated her in the past? You mocked her as a cripple and a shortie, damaging her self-esteem," Ishigami Yuu said, slapping his forehead in exasperation and staring at me with a sigh.

"Anyway, stay away from her, Miyuki. I don't think she approached you out of goodwill. She's Principal Sakayanagi's daughter, after all. We don't know what she might do to you out of spite or revenge."

"I think we had a great conversation. You seem to distrust her too much, Ishigami Yuu," I shook my head at his exaggerated description of Arisu.

"She's a snake, of course she would appear to be friendly," Ishigami Yuu snorted.

"Rather than talk about this, I want to know more about my past with her," I asked, wanting to understand what had transpired between me and Arisu.

This question could have raised some suspicion if not handled well, but fortunately, Ishigami Yuu was too absorbed by the fact that I had gotten close to Arisu to mind sharing this information to make me more cautious of her.

"According to your statement, she confessed to you, and you rejected her with harsh words. To be precise, you and she seemed close in the past, but things changed shortly after her confession," Ishigami Yuu said, scratching his head in some confusion.

It seemed that my friend was unaware of all the intricacies involved.

Given Arisu Sakayanagi's character, I believe she did not confess to the previous owner of this body. Instead, the narcissistic tendencies of the former owner misinterpreted her friendliness as deliberate advances, leading him to remain cautious and ultimately insult her to keep her at a distance.

Possibly...

Gradually, vague memories from the former owner of this body began to surface, instilling in me the confidence that I would eventually inherit all of his memories. For now, I could only deduce based on these fragmented recollections.

"So, what do you think of my actions, Yuu?" I asked, eager to understand how the world perceives this incident.

Though a friend's perspective is often biased in favor of their best friend, I had no one else to consult.

"You did nothing wrong, Miyuki. She aimed too high and received what she deserved," Ishigami Yuu remarked, as if it were a simple fact.

"That's a very harsh statement," I lamented.

Ishigami Yuu stared at me with a peculiar expression.

"What's going on with you, Miyuki? You've been acting strange lately."

"Nothing," I responded. "Maybe you heard it wrong."

"Yeah, perhaps it was me who was acting weird and misheard," Ishigami Yuu nodded. "Anyway, let's drink. It's a pity that our karaoke plans got canceled."

"It's unfortunate, indeed," I nodded absentmindedly, sipping my milk tea alongside Ishigami Yuu.

When I saw Saki Kawasaki standing at the counter, a memory suddenly surfaced, prompting me to ask Ishigami Yuu a question.

"Do we have a Service Club here?"

"It seems we do, but I strongly advise you never to go there, Miyuki-san. The name itself is quite suspicious," Ishigami Yuu replied.

"And what about the club's leader? What's your take on them?" I inquired further.

"Are you interested in going there because of Yukino-senpai?" Ishigami Yuu blinked in surprise. "I never knew you had a thing for ice queens."

"I don't. I'm just asking," I replied, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"If you say so, then let me tell you about her. Stay away from her. She's very much like your sister in terms of personality. Even you're a man, she would never treat you with any special consideration. Her manner of speaking is quite unpleasant," Ishigami Yuu sighed.

"That's why I say your taste in women is very poor, Miyuki."

I didn't bother to correct his misunderstanding about my supposed crush on Yukino that didn't exist. Instead, I stood up from my seat and bid Yuu farewell.

"Well, thanks for the information. Now I know what I need to do."

"Good luck, then," Ishigami Yuu offered his blessing.

Yes, it's time to visit the Service Club.

If they operate the same as in the original series, they could be a huge help in investigating what Arisu is up to.

I wanted to know if she meant any harm to me or if she would stay true to her words and not seek revenge against me.

The die is cast; there is no turning back.

Chapter 4: Ecchi with Loligaki

If everything followed the novel's storyline and logic, it would be the beginning of my romantic comedy with Yukino Yukinoshita, investigating Arisu Sakayanagi's true purpose with many twists and turns. We would start with a cold relationship and blah blah blah, just like any cliché romance comedy written by a webnovel author. Unfortunately, reality didn't follow the logic of novels—if novel logic even existed in the first place. Why has my life been so lame until now, and why are people reading novels instead of experiencing life themselves?

Rather than meeting with Yukino, my plans were abruptly interrupted by a woman with striking purple hair, known as Masumi Kamuro. She is the loyal dog of Arisu Sakayanagi and was tasked with escorting me into the Student Council Union—an establishment that was originally intended to be my sister's domain. Upon my entrance, I discovered that Arisu Sakayanagi occupied the room alone, with the other council members conspicuously absent. There she sat on a plush sofa, savoring a cup of green tea, a serene expression on her face.

To be more precise, my attention momentarily fixated on her feet, elegantly encased in pristine white stockings. However, I quickly redirected my gaze, taking a seat on the sofa adjacent to hers. I noted the green tea resting on the table before me, alongside an assortment of snacks that she had thoughtfully prepared for my arrival.

"Fufufu... I'm flattered that you appreciate what you see, Shirogane-san," she remarked with a haughty laugh, clearly aware of my gaze.

In my previous life, a woman would have been offended by such attention, especially if a man fixated on their feet or sexualized them. Most women found such behavior repulsive, even though many men harbored a fascination with women's feet. The difference lay in how the women perceived it—more often than not, they were offended rather than flattered.

But here?

Judging by her good mood, it was clear she enjoyed my attention, so I decided to return the favor with a compliment.

"Yes, they're quite beautiful."

She blinked at my compliment before responding.

"You're terrible at this, Shirogane-san. You shouldn't start by calling a woman beautiful."

"Well, at least the compliment was delivered, even if it wasn't perfect, right, Sakayanagi-san?" I countered.

"I suppose I'll accept it as it is," Arisu Sakayanagi nodded, taking a sip of her tea before setting the cup back on the table.

"Anyway, I summoned you here for a reason, Shirogane-san. I want you to know that I mean you no harm. There's no need for further investigation."

"So, you've been monitoring my conversation with Yuu?" I frowned.

She remained silent.

And in that silence, I found my answer.

"Arisu, tell me honestly, have you ever felt an attraction toward me?"

I decided to take a gamble—one that involved testing whether this woman was keeping an eye on me because she liked me, rather than out of some vengeful intent.

"Shirogane-san, if you continue to provoke me, I won't hold back. Moreover, I don't share, and I never will," Arisu cautioned, her tone sharp and unwavering. "I'm aware of what happened at you with that pink-haired woman in the car. I won't hold it against you because I can see she forced herself on you. Is this why you've been so tense lately?"

Although her assumption wasn't entirely correct, I was taken aback by how conveniently Arisu had provided an explanation for my anxiety—anxiety that stemmed from being thrust into this bizarre world with only fragmented, incomplete memories.

I chose to remain silent, thinking it better not to reveal the true cause of my distress, for fear that Arisu might detect the cracks in my facade.

"It seems I was right, Shirogane-san. She threatened you, didn't she? There's no need to worry; I'll handle it. She won't trouble you again," she promised, flashing a reassuring smile.

"I doubt it's that simple. After all, she's the former Prime Minister's daughter, and her family has deep roots in Japan. Even the Shinomiya Zaibatsu wouldn't confidently claim they could deal with them." I shrugged, trying to downplay the situation.

"True, her family's influence is formidable, but you're forgetting one thing: this school isn't her territory. It's mine," Arisu replied, a sly grin spreading across her face.

"Don't stress yourself out over her. Let me take care of it. If she continues to harass you, just let me know."

I gazed deeply into her eyes, then shook my head and declined.

"There's no need to make it complicated. She's not as bad as you might think."

"If you say so." Arisu shrugged, and my opinion of her improved—she didn't push or pry into my affairs.

Honestly, when compared to Chika, Arisu seems like a better partner. She's a yandere, but not the dark kind that eliminates all her rivals—she's more of a simp yandere. At least, that's what I've gathered from fanfiction. Yeah, fanfiction—I've only watched Season 1 of COTE and haven't even touched Season 2.

If I kissed her now, would she react fiercely or accept it due to her supposed crush on me? I don't know, because I lack experience with girls, and I'm not confident in these matters.

But I decided to give it a try.

I was so excited and nervous about the possibility that Arisu even noticed it, yet she didn't mock me. Instead, she closed her eyes as I leaned in. My hand trembled uncontrollably, and my body was so tense that I accidentally stepped on my shoelace, slipping forward into her. My head inadvertently landed on her petite chest as we both tumbled onto the sofa.

Holy shit...

This is incredible.

It was my first time having my head against a woman's breast.

I tried to squeeze it, but Arisu caught my hand, preventing me from doing anything indecent to her.

She whispered, "I don't mind the kiss, Miyuki-san, but this is the Council Union Room. It would be troublesome to clean up the traces if we did anything more here."

"Ah… Yes, I apologize if I came across as rude." I retracted my hand and stood up awkwardly. However, I didn't proceed with what I had initially planned, as the sudden ringing of the class bell interrupted us, preventing any further continuation.

"I'm pleased that you genuinely like me, Miyuki, and there's no need to apologize. I appreciate what you did. You don't mind if I call you by your first name, do you?" Arisu leaned back comfortably on the sofa, her tone carrying a hint of warmth as she complimented me.

I nodded in agreement, indicating my consent for her to use my first name. After all, I'm not Japanese, and their strict conventions regarding the use of first and last names don't particularly concern me.

"Great, I'll see you later, Miyuki."

"Yeah, see you later too, Arisu."

I bid her farewell and left.

In the end, it turned out that my worries were nothing more than paranoia. I'm relieved that I have no enemies at this school, which will undoubtedly allow me to sleep better at night.

...

Arisu Sakayanagi POV

"You seem quite pleased, boss. Weren't you supposed to despise him?" Komuro teased, noticing my demeanor.

"No, I never truly hated him. I'm simply amused at my own naïveté for believing I could conquer him," I sighed, a trace of resignation in my voice.

"Still, it's undeniable that he hurt you. Shouldn't you seek revenge instead of forgiving him?" Komuro's eyes rolled at my response, her tone laced with skepticism.

"He is the exception to everything," I replied, partly because I could sense his sincere transformation and growing attraction towards me—something I found almost inconceivable. To most boys, I was nothing more than a cripple, a useless entity in their eyes, despite my attempts to compensate for my physical limitations with my genius.

Had he remained the same, spoiled and looking at me as though I were an insect, I would have crushed him without hesitation, showing no mercy. But now?

He was so lovely and likable, so much so that the thought of harming him felt unbearable.

I found myself drawn to the way he touched me, how he made me feel special. Unlike most boys who would undoubtedly look down on me due to my disability, I could see the genuine attraction in his eyes. His evident bulged proved that he found me desirable rather than disdainful, as he once did.

A tiny smile inadvertently crossed my lips.

The reason I knew Chika was coercing him was that her driver happened to be one of my father's informants. More precisely, she had accepted our favor by enrolling her daughter in this school for free, along with all the benefits that came with it, including a guaranteed 100% acceptance rate into any company of her choice—all provided by us.

"Boss... Don't tell me you're falling for him despite him once insulting you as a cripple?" Komuro sighed in exasperation, clearly noticing my change in demeanor.

I shot her a glare for ruining my mood with her bluntness.

"He's changed. He's not the person he used to be."

"And what if everything is just a lie?" Komuro asked, doubt lingering in her voice.

"Then he had better pray, for there will always be a price for hurting me twice," I replied, my eyes closing as I signaled the end of our conversation. Sensing this, Komuro quietly departed.

Yes, I would never allow anyone to deceive me twice—not even you, Shirogane Miyuki.

I can only hope that everything you've done is genuine and that I truly am special to you.

Otherwise, I will show no mercy.

Chapter 5: The tale of me and Loligaki in the car (R-18)

After the final bell resonated through the school, the classroom erupted into a flurry of activity. Students hastily gathered their belongings, slipping them into their bags, and prepared to head home.

While many eagerly rushed out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang, others lingered, engaging in conversations with their friends, savoring the remaining moments of the school day.

Ah, the essence of youth, indeed.

"Shall we walk home together, Miyuki?" Fujiwara Chika suggested with her usual cheerfulness.

Her offer was, in truth, quite reasonable. I had no recollection of where my house was, and her proposal seemed undeniably convenient.

However, before I could respond, Masumi Kamuro, a member of Arisu's entourage, entered the classroom and relayed a message: Arisu had extended the same invitation.

Frankly, between the two, I found myself more inclined towards Loligaki.

I gave Kamuro a nod, signaling my agreement, and allowed her to lead the way.

When we reached our destination, Kamuro opened the car door and ushered me into the backseat, where Loligaki awaited my arrival.

Kamuro then took her place in the driver's seat.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation, Miyuki," Arisu spoke softly, her voice carrying a gentle warmth.

"Actually, I should be the one thanking you, Arisu," I replied, appreciative of her hospitality.

"Perhaps you're unaware, but many girls were eager to invite you, yet none could seize the opportunity—except for her." Her eyes flashed with a momentary ire before she quickly caught herself and offered a sincere apology.

"I didn't mean to direct that at you, Miyuki. Please forgive my lapse in composure."

I nodded in acknowledgment, indicating that her apology was accepted.

As we approached an isolated building, unease began to settle in, and I glanced at Arisu with heightened suspicion.

Kamuro had stepped out of the car and vanished from our sight, leaving us alone.

"Miyuki-kun, we can pick up where we left off in the Council Room," Arisu teased, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

"However, if you're not interested, I could always call Kamuro back, and we could pretend as though none of this ever happened."

Her words caused my frown to soften, and I began to weigh the possibilities.

Would I really decline such an enticing offer for sex? Absolutely not!

When Arisu saw me nod in agreement, she took the initiative, drawing closer to me and gently pressing her lips against mine. Her kiss was soft and soothing, a stark contrast to Chika's more forceful and aggressive approach.

Arisu knew exactly what she was doing, and she made me feel truly special, as if our kiss was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Her fingers slid into my hair, pulling me closer as the kiss grew more passionate. I could feel the heat of her body pressing against mine, her curves molding perfectly to my frame.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally pulled back, her breath slightly uneven, her lips slightly swollen from the intensity of our kiss.

She gazed at me with a tender expression, then asked softly, "Are you sure about this, Miyuki?"

"I think you already know my answer, Arisu," I replied with a shrug.

"So, what kind of play do you want for our first time?" she inquired, her tone both curious and inviting.

"Are you sure you want me to choose?" I asked, finding it hard to believe that a woman would take the initiative to ask a man what position he preferred for their first time together.

But then I reminded myself that this was a matriarchal world. By common sense, shouldn't they prefer to be dominant and in control, rather than seeking their partner's permission?

Probably, women in this world like sex a lot and degenerate, which is why they're more open-minded and accepting of any fetish their partner has, as long as it makes them happy.

"Of course, I'm serious, Miyuki," she murmured, stroking my hair gently as she spoke.

"Can you at least be naked with only white stockings?" I asked nervously; this was the first time I was so close with girls and requested to do ecchi things with them.

"I never thought you were that perverted," Arisu chuckled. "Will do."

By then; she took off all of her school uniform; leaving only little to the imagination. I honestly couldn't believe what I saw; her bare body was present before me; I could see her tight pink pussy; and she was only wearing white stockings as she seductively laid herself before me.

I couldn't control myself from temptation; and kissed her aggressively; my hand landed on her petite breast as I groped them roughly.

My erect cock painfully brushed up against her thigh.

I took off my pants then put my cock into her vulva lips; to be precise; her labia as I wandered my tongue into her mouth aggressively; while my hand kept groping her breast roughly; and my cock was colliding with her labia and kept rubbing them.

"Argh... I almost close," I almost closed at my edge; and unleashed all my seeds at her stomach as we panted.

Arisu touched my white things with her fingers; put it at her lips; and licked it with a playful look.

"I think this should be enough," she suggested. "Your father would undoubtedly be mad at you if you're late coming home."

"This will do too anyway," I agreed with what she said; but then looked at my still-erect cock; and said hesitantly:

"Umm... Arisu if you recall Komuro here; can you at least use your mouth or hand to take care of it?"

I'm not sure if Arisu will agree with my request, which might bring back negative reactions from women in my past. Despite my gentlemanly demeanor, I recognize that being selfish in bed is a major shortcoming of mine. It became evident after my encounter with Arisu that I struggle to control my desires and tend to be aggressive and selfish during sex.

"You're insatiable," Arisu pouted by then she began to search around the pocket in her school uniform that had been thrown around on the ground and typed something into her phone.

When she finished, she knelt down before me and put my cock into her hand, and spat saliva onto its conveniently erect cock.

The door opened and I almost freaked out when Komuro entered the car but when I saw she didn't even glance behind and did her own thing as she drove the car, I breathed in relief.

"I will use my hand for now, Miyuki-kun. If you wanted more then we should meet more often," she said. "I'll arrive at your house every morning; how about it?"

"Sounds like a good idea," I nodded eagerly as held back my voice as she clumsily moved around my cock because she knew that I like aggressive and rough play so she didn't hold back when she shook my cock with her hand.

I groaned and couldn't hold back any longer and unleashed all my cum into her and accidentally spilling it onto her face.

By then she kissed the tips of my cock and said:

"We have arrived, Miyuki-kun. See you later."

"Yeah, see you later, Arisu." I responded, reluctantly bidding her farewell. I adjusted my trousers and straightened my appearance before stepping out of the car, mentally preparing myself to return home.

Once I arrived, without a moment's hesitation, I headed straight to the shower. I meticulously washed away every trace of our shared sweat and the lingering scent of our sex, scrubbing it all away with soap, shampoo, and anything else I could find.

Fortunately, I didn't encounter anyone in the hallway. I hurried to the bathroom, anxious to avoid any prying eyes that might suspect I had just done something ecchi with Loligaki. I needed to erase every shred of evidence.

Damn...

As I reached for the hanger, I realized I'd forgotten to bring a change of clothes from my room, leaving only my school uniform. Thankfully, there was still a towel available, so I didn't have to streak through the house naked. I grabbed it without hesitation, wrapping it securely around myself.

I don't know if the god of hentai was playing tricks on me, but my sister's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw me standing there, clad in nothing but a towel.

"You... You..." she stammered, utterly speechless, her shock evident as she struggled to find words.

"I forgot my clothes," I explained simply, not waiting for her to respond. I quickly slipped into the bedroom, dried off, and grabbed a white t-shirt from the wardrobe, dressing myself neatly. As I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but admire my reflection.

Gone were the tired, overworked features of Miyuki from the canon. In their place stood a devilishly handsome man with blonde hair and striking blue eyes that radiated an almost magnetic charm. There was no sign of exhaustion or overwork that had plagued Miyuki in the original story—only a confident, attractive man stood before me.

I was more than pleased with my new appearance in this world and readied myself to meet my new family at the dining table.

"You look so radiant, Miyuki," my father remarked with a knowing smirk, while my sisters eyed us with curious expressions.

"What exactly do you mean by that, father?" she inquired, her tone tinged with suspicion.

"It's nothing. You can ask your brother if he feels like sharing," he replied with a casual shrug.

She didn't ask, though. Our relationship was too strained and awkward for her to even consider it.

We ate our modest meal in silence, and once I finished, I excused myself and headed straight to my bedroom. The night had already fallen, and I was utterly drained, both physically and mentally, so I collapsed onto my beloved bed.

Clutching my pillow, I began to reflect.

Why was I hugging a pillow instead of holding a woman?

This sounds very much pathetic.

I lamented.

Chapter 6: New beginning with my sister

"Brother… Wake up, brother…"

Did I return to the past?

This voice sounded eerily familiar.

Where had I heard it before?

My mind was shrouded in a dense fog as I struggled to recall the origin of this voice.

No… it's not that I've traveled back in time, but my sister's voice is no longer sharp and brimming with irritation as it once was.

Instead, it had transformed into something softer, though still tinged with an awkwardness.

Why had her tone changed so drastically?

Did I do something remarkable that prompted this gentleness in place of her usual frustration?

"Sister…?" I inquired, my expression betraying uncertainty.

My question sought confirmation—was this reality, or merely a dream?

Was the sister standing before me truly my sister, or was this just my subconscious yearning for a kinder version of her, a dream conjured to fulfill that desire?

Fortunately, it wasn't a dream.

My sister spoke again, her voice soft and unmistakably real.

"It's time for school, brother." She no longer dragged me rudely as she used to; instead, she simply confirmed that I was awake and then left me in peace.

Unbelievable.

I never imagined such a change could be so fast.

With that, I quickly took a shower, put on my school uniform, and prepared myself for breakfast.

This time, I didn't see my father, but my sister, already dressed in her school uniform, sat across from me, quietly eating her breakfast as I enjoyed the modest bread before me.

We didn't exchange any words; conversation seemed unnecessary—or perhaps we were both too awkward to initiate it.

Even though our relationship had thawed somewhat, it wasn't yet at a point where we could speak freely.

In my past life, I was a reclusive nerd, my social circle consisting of fellow outcasts, introverts, misfits, and problem children.

I had no idea how to converse with the so-called "normies"; we were from entirely different realms.

As for my sister, I wasn't sure if she fit into the normie category or not, but I suspected she did.

She seemed like the social butterfly, the extrovert, so different from me, who preferred to wither away in the solitude of my room, lost in games, social media, novels, and other things I considered the domain of nerds.

Social interaction wasn't something I particularly enjoyed, but I did find some twisted pleasure in doing ecchi things with Loligaki.

"Brother... Did you want to go to school with me?" After a brief moment of silence, she finally spoke. Her tone was awkward and stiff as she asked me this question.

"I would like to, but I promised someone else I would go with them," I shrugged in response.

Her expression shifted noticeably when she heard my words.

"Are they a man or a woman?" she inquired, her tone losing its warmth as she posed the question.

Her reaction might seem a bit exaggerated, but it's understandable. For someone who has read many novels, watched countless dramas and movies, and spent a lot of time playing games, this is a typical reaction of a family member who is protective against the opposite sex approaching the women in their family—usually a father or brother questioning their daughter or sister.

Now, this reaction is directed at me, with my sister questioning her brother. In a matriarchal world, her response makes sense, especially considering how the male population has sharply declined, leading to heightened wariness towards unscrupulous women.

This sentiment isn't confined to fiction; it's rooted in reality. After all, most art mirrors reality.

But right now, the important thing is that I need to answer my sister—I don't want any unnecessary drama in my life.

"You know them; they're one of your council members. Don't tell me you don't even trust your own circle, sister?" I teased her playfully. Though I initially felt awkward conversing with her, it became much easier to communicate as she began to warm up to me.

Instead of directly answering whether they were male or female, I employed a bit of rhetoric, reminding her that they were part of her own circle. This left her momentarily speechless, as she struggled to formulate a response to my emphatic reply.

"If you're telling the truth, then it's for the best. But remember, all the council members are girls, brother. You shouldn't get too close to them. I will refuse their invitation on your behalf, so you don't have to worry about their reaction," my sister finally said.

"We'll go to school together in the future. I'll ensure your safety along the way. You don't need to rely on them."

Should I take this opportunity to strengthen my relationship with my sister or stick to my own plans? If I agree to her terms, not only would this improve my relationship with her, but it would also avoid offending Loligaki, since the refusal would come from my sister, not me.

Moreover, this is my only chance to bond with my sister. Honestly, if she weren't my sister, I would be eager to date a gorgeous girl like her. However, given that my morals have largely been cast aside, I doubt I would refuse if my sister took the initiative and made a move on me.

Furthermore, I don't have to worry about Chika getting jealous over the fact that I spend most of my time close to Loligaki because of it.

Sigh...

Reflecting on it now, I find my emotions to be rather complex. In the past, I would constantly agonize over deciphering the intentions of the girls I pursued, only to be met with the dreaded, "We can only be friends" line.

To be clear, this wasn't even after a confession—somehow, they would preemptively read my thoughts and deliver that soul-crushing verdict. There were even more elaborate excuses like, "I want to focus on my studies first," but the most brutal rejection was, "You're just not my type; I don't have feelings for you."

Now, ironically, the situation has reversed, and they practically throw themselves at me. My concerns have shifted to managing their affections so they don't negatively impact my life.

As my mind wandered through these thoughts, my sister's soft cough drew me back to reality.

"Did I come across as too forceful, brother? I apologize if my question troubled you. If you don't wish to distance yourself from them, I won't push the issue," she offered, her tone conciliatory after noticing how long I had been lost in thought without responding.

"I know that you're looking out for my best interests, sister. If you truly believe it's for my own good, then you can go ahead and tell them," I replied with a gentle smile.

She seemed momentarily dazed by my smile but quickly recovered from her stupor.

"Yes, I will. Don't worry about them anymore, brother. Let's enjoy our meal." She smirked as we began to eat, the atmosphere between us noticeably lighter and more joyful.

Our relationship had shed its previous stiffness and awkwardness, evolving into something much closer and more comfortable.

...

Arisu Sakayanagi POV

"Your mood seems to have taken a sharp downturn, boss," Kamuro teased, her tone light yet observant, as she caught a glimpse of my reflection in the car's rearview mirror. The mirror betrayed my emotions completely, revealing the sudden shift in my demeanor after I received the message from the Council President.

"There's no need to stop by Miyuki's house this time. Head straight to the school," I commanded, my voice laced with irritation.

Kamuro fell silent instantly, fully aware of the consequences of pushing me further when I was in such a foul mood.

I dismissed her presence entirely, hurling my phone onto the car seat beside me.

It appears the Council President's position is no longer stay, and Shirogane Kei is unfit for the role.

The question now is, who should I appoint to replace her?

I have numerous candidates in mind.

Nishinomiya Anna stands out as the most suitable option.

I've made my mind...

She will be the next candidate for the Council President.

...

Shirogane Kei's POV

"Do you usually ride a bike to school, sister?" my brother asked with curiosity, holding onto my waist from behind as I steered the bike.

Hmm...

It seems my brother has really changed.

If this were the old him, I'd be hearing complaints and whining instead of questions fueled by curiosity.

I'm not sure what brought about this change.

"I do. Are you regretting it, brother? After all, you usually go with Chika in the car," I replied.

"Not really," he said, his grip tightening as he rested his head against my back.

This is too close...

Just as I was about to remind him to keep some distance between us, I noticed his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be drifting off to sleep.

I changed my mind and decided not to wake him.

Instead, I slowed down, maintaining a gentle pace to keep him comfortable and undisturbed.

Chapter 7: Do you wanted a cigarette?

Shirogane Miyuki POV

"Have you perhaps forgotten the homework that was assigned to you, Miyuki?" Hiratsuka Shizuka leaned against the chair in the teacher's office, her arms crossed.

She then swiftly redirected her gaze toward the dead-fish-eyed Hachiman, glaring at him intensely.

"And you as well. I instructed you to write a thesis on the theme of youth, yet you have sorely disappointed me with this drivel, Hachiman," she continued, tossing the thesis onto the desk before me.

"Read it, Miyuki. Consider it your punishment for failing to submit your homework on time. Learn from this, and ensure your homework is completed and handed in tomorrow. This is your final opportunity."

I raised the paper to eye level, uncertain of what to say as I skimmed through its contents.

"Do you really want me to read this, sensei?" I asked, hesitating.

To be honest, this piece was saturated with a misogynistic view of youth, and it was, by my standards, unbearably cringeworthy.

Reading it silently was one thing, but being asked to read it aloud? That was an entirely different challenge.

"Yes, it would be appreciated if you did. This will give you a chance to correct your previous mistake," Hiratsuka-sensei replied.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, I believe this is inappropriate," Hikigaya Hachiman interjected, making a move to snatch the thesis from my hands.

I feigned a brief struggle, but as he successfully grabbed the paper, it accidentally tore in half. Hachiman then proceeded to shred it into smaller pieces, much to my silent relief.

The thought of not having to read that garbage out loud was a small victory in itself.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's expression darkened as she observed the destroyed thesis and she casted suspicious look on my face, but she refrained from commenting.

She had no concrete evidence that I had deliberately caused the "accident," especially since I had convincingly acted as though I was genuinely trying to hold onto the paper.

"You know, Hachiman..." Hiratsuka-sensei leaned forward, searching for a cigarette, which she lit right in front of us, blowing the smoke in our direction.

After taking a long drag, she continued, her tone heavy with disappointment.

"I never wanted to do this—I don't take pleasure in crushing someone's self-esteem—but you've forced my hand, Hachiman. You are, without a doubt, the most problematic student I have."

"Ahem... I don't think I need to stay for this," I interrupted, clearing my throat. I had no desire to be dragged into their drama, which, in my humble opinion, was utterly bullshit.

"No, you're staying," Hiratsuka Shizuka asserted firmly.

"And you, Hachiman, don't think that just because you're a man, you can do whatever you please. Your ideal of becoming a househusband is laughable. Do you have any idea what most girls say about you?"

"Unattractive," she stated bluntly. "It's not a sin for a girl to have an unappealing appearance, but for a man, it's a different story. It's difficult to be unattractive as a man, especially when you lack likability, cheerfulness, and charm. Your misogynistic outlook on youth and your refusal to blend in with your peers will do you no favors in your quest to become a househusband."

"Listen to your teacher—you need to fix yourself from the inside out if you truly want to become a househusband and find a wealthy lady to take care of you."

"There are clubs that could help you with this."

"Do you want your teacher to help you?"

As I listened to Hiratsuka Shizuka's words, I couldn't help but cast a pitying glance at Hachiman.

Man, it's rough being called ugly by a beautiful woman, especially when that woman is your own teacher.

"I don't need the help, Hiratsuka-sensei, I wanted to be alone." Hikigaya Hachiman voice was sobbed little and left from office with hurried footstep.

Apparently both of us heard the pleading in his voice and Hiratsuka-sensei gaze become guilty as she stared at Hachiman's back.

"Miyuki, do you believe that what I did was wrong?" She shifted her gaze toward me, her voice laced with curiosity as she posed the question.

"Well, your intentions were to help him by confronting him with the reality of his situation, allowing him to recognize his own shortcomings. You then sought to guide him after he realized those flaws by introducing him to the club you deemed suitable for him. However, I don't believe he actually needs such assistance." I articulated my perspective, carefully choosing my words.

"So mature of you. I never imagined you could express such a neutral opinion, especially given the circumstances. Many in your position might have sided with men, defending them blindly and condemning women for their harsh treatment. Particularly now, when misogynistic organizations have begun to surface." Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed, her tone tinged with a mix of weariness and amusement, before extending a cigarette toward me.

"Would you like one?"

"No. As a teacher, I don't think it's appropriate for you to offer a cigarette to your own student, especially to a male student." I declined politely but firmly.

It was like where a teacher casually offers a cigarette to a woman in my past life, it felt utterly bizarre and unscientific.

Such an illogical act unfolded right before my eyes, defying all sense.

"Hahaha... It's so funny. Did you really think I would actually give you one?" Hiratsuka Shizuka said with a smug smile, casually discarding the cigarette onto the desk.

"I was merely joking. I never imagined you'd take it seriously, Miyuki."

"No wonder you're still a virgin at your age. Your jokes are pathetic." I cast a disdainful glance at the woman standing before me, a leftover remnant of a person nearing thirty and virgin.

In my past life, such a situation would be the epitome of a loser's template—middle-aged and without a woman, clearly a target for ridicule by others.

My words evidently struck a nerve, and Hiratsuka Shizuka's fury was unmistakable.

"You little brat, don't think I'm above hitting a man. Take this love fist from your teacher." She rose from her seat, approaching me with an air of menace.

As she drew nearer, she halted abruptly when she saw that I neither flinched nor attempted to escape, letting out a frustrated snort.

"I'll spare you this time."

Her face betrayed her embarrassment, a clear sign that her earlier threat had been all bluster. It was apparent she didn't dare to hit a man, likely due to the societal rules governing this world.

"So, can I go now, teacher?" I inquired, eager to put an end to this farce.

"No, you need to come with me to meet Yukino," Hiratsuka Shizuka responded, shaking her head.

"And why should I?" I rolled my eyes, finding little reason to engage with Yukino.

"Of course, you should. Have you forgotten that your grades hinge on whether I decide to spare you or not? You wouldn't want your sister to find out that you've been neglecting your homework, would you?" She issued the threat with a hint of a smirk.

"Even if she found out, it wouldn't be a problem. You'll need to come up with a better threat than that, teacher." I replied smugly, confident in the Loligaki behind me. With her backing, I was practically immune to any consequences, grades included.

She fixed me with a piercing gaze.

"What do you want? You haven't left yet, so you clearly have something on your mind."

"I want to understand why you're so determined to make me and Hachiman meet Yukino," I stated my intent plainly.

"Is that all?" she asked, her tone laced with suspicion.

"Yeah..." I nodded in affirmation.

"Hah..." She sighed heavily.

"Yukino is actually a friend of my sister. I just want to help her."

"So, all your actions up until now have been motivated by nepotism?" I remarked with a sarcastic chuckle.

"Don't interrupt, kid. Let me finish what I'm saying," she snapped, her eyes narrowing. Despite her stern demeanor, I found her growing more and more cute in my eyes—fierce, yet without real malice.

I silently enjoyed the sight of my teacher losing her composure and authority over her own student.

No matter how fierce she appeared, she couldn't wield the same iron-fisted control over me as she might have in an anime.

Here, she'd face consequences if she dared to strike a male student.

Probably.

It was reminiscent of how men hitting women in my past life were always seen as wrong, no matter how much at fault the woman was. Women were always right, and men were wrong when things escalated to violence.

"Let's continue then," I gestured for her to proceed.

"As I mentioned earlier, she's a friend of my sister, and her club is on the verge of being shut down. No one has ever commissioned her club for help, and the number of members doesn't meet the school's regulations. If things don't change, her club is doomed," Hiratsuka Shizuka explained, taking a deep breath and exhaling as if she were weary from speaking at such length. She reached for the glass of water on her desk and took a long drink.

Once she finished, she continued, "This is where problematic students like you and Hachiman come into the picture. As long as there's a commission—someone willing to request her help for the first time—there's always a chance for more. I need her to build a reputation on that. If she can fix Hachiman's personality and make him a better person, then everyone will see that her club isn't just for show—it can genuinely help them. That's the plan."

"I've explained everything to you, kid. Now, tell me what you want in exchange for going with me to see her."

"And what if I refuse?"

Her expression darkened, and I could see her teetering on the edge of madness.

She was about to snap at my question, and I had no doubt that if I let it go on, she'd do something terrible to me.

"Ahem... Just kidding," I quickly added, trying to diffuse the tension.

Her expression softened, though she still shot me a resentful look.

"Stop playing around, Miyuki. Tell me what you want."

"I want a favor," I stated clearly.

"If you weren't seventeen, I'd think you were a politician disguised as a student. Where did you even learn to talk like this?" she asked, more worried than upset by my choice of words.

"The Godfather. Haven't you seen that movie?" I replied.

"No." She gave me a skeptical glance.

"Anyway, I think this conversation has gone on long enough. We should go before the bell rings. Yes, that means I agree to your terms. I owe you a favor, Miyuki."

She motioned for me to follow her as she led the way.

I did as she instructed, walking side by side with her as she escorted me to the Service Club.

Chapter 8: Yukino Yukinoshita and Service Club

Shirogane Kei's POV

"President, have you, by any chance, incurred the displeasure of the Principal's daughter?" Shinomiya Kaguya inquired with a discerning gaze.

"What exactly are you insinuating, Kaguya?" I responded, perplexed by her question. If memory serves me correctly, I have never done anything to offend her.

"She is intent on replacing you with her cousin," Kaguya elaborated.

A realization dawned on me as I blinked.

It appears that my warning to Arisu Sakayanagi to stay away from my brother has been met with an aggressive retaliation.

The more she behaves in this manner, the more convinced I become that my actions were justified.

Though she may wield significant influence over the school, she seems to overlook the fact that I did not ascend to this position through supplication but through my own merit and strength.

"If the situation escalates to that point, will you continue to support me, or will you revert to a neutral stance, Kaguya?" I asked, my tone measured.

"You already know the answer, President," she replied, gracefully sipping her tea.

I couldn't help but smirk at her response.

There was no need for further explanation; her meaning was crystal clear.

...

Shirogane Miyuki POV

"Teacher... Why did you bring a man here?"

As soon as we stepped inside, we were met with a sharp inquiry from the icy queen before us.

She glared at Hiratsuka-sensei before turning her piercing gaze toward me.

Internally, I rolled my eyes at her question.

If not for the fact that I was poised to gain a significant favor from Hiratsuka, a favor that would undoubtedly carry considerable weight, I wouldn't have bothered being here.

This woman's emotional intelligence was astonishingly low, to say the least. There are countless ways to greet someone, yet she chose to be outright rude. No wonder so many people avoid her.

Despite her frosty demeanor, I've encountered many cold-hearted women in my past life. Most weren't as socially isolated as the woman before me, as they managed to navigate social interactions without issue.

They were capable of maintaining polite interaction.

Of course, this is just my humble opinion. Although I had my share of issues with women in my past life and remained a virgin, I never struggled to earn basic respect from others within the social hierarchy.

This made it difficult for me to encounter anyone who dared to be rude to me.

"Your tone is as sharp as ever, Yukino..." Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed.

"I've brought this problematic student to you in the hopes that you can help him integrate into society in a more conventional manner."

"I don't believe he has any issues..." Yukino Yukinoshita remarked as she closed the book in her hand, then focused her gaze solely on me.

"If he were truly a problem, he would have already complained when you brought him here. But I saw none of that. He was remarkably polite, unlike the typical men who would likely cause a fuss in such a situation."

"Ahem... And that's precisely why I brought him here, Yukino. He's too mature for his own good, more like someone seasoned by society than a high school student. I want you to help him experience the youth he seems to be missing out on. That's all." Hiratsuka Shizuka cleared her throat and elaborated.

"I'll take on the challenge," Yukino Yukinoshita agreed with a nod.

"Then, if you'll excuse me, I'll leave the two of you alone." Hiratsuka Shizuka then leaned in and whispered to me, "It's now up to you to ensure the Service Club isn't disbanded. As long as you fulfill our agreement, I'll grant you anything you wanted within the school, as long as it doesn't cross my bottom line."

I nodded at her, acknowledging the task, as she prepared to take her leave.

"What did she say to you?" Yukino Yukinoshita inquired with curiosity after witnessing Hiratsuka Shizuka whispering to me.

"She just wants me to take care of you," I explained.

"Humph... I don't need anyone to take care of me." She blushed, quickly covering her face with the book and redirecting her attention back to it.

I'm not entirely sure why she blushed.

This is odd—shouldn't she have snorted coldly and dismissed it?

After that, she said nothing more, focusing intently on her book.

Now, what I was left with was an uncomfortable silence between us.

The mind of a woman is indeed something I can't seem to comprehend, not in my past life and certainly not now.

This was painfully awkward as neither of us spoke another word until the bell rang, signaling the start of class.

As I rose from my seat and prepared to leave, Yukino finally spoke.

"Hiratsuka-sensei asked me to ensure that you experience youth normally, and I intend to fulfill that request as part of our club's duty. So, meet me tomorrow after school. I'll do my utmost to help you experience youth to the fullest," she said, albeit a bit awkwardly.

"Okay..."

What else could I say? I'm not particularly skilled at conversing with someone so awkward.

She looked at me with a surprised expression, though I couldn't fathom what was so surprising.

"I think Hiratsuka-sensei is just looking for trouble; you don't need any help at all. If anything, it's the men of the world who need help, not you. But a promise is a promise, so after school, I'll do my best to fulfill it."

"Is there a place you like to visit most?"

Is this a date?

I think I understand Yukino's approach; she wants to use this outing as a means to help me experience youth.

"I mostly prefer going to the library and reading books rather than wasting my time playing around," I stated firmly.

She blinked at my choice but didn't challenge it.

"Yes, your mindset is correct. I'll accompany you to the school library, then."

With that, we agreed to meet at the school library during lunch break.

We parted ways afterward, as our classes were in opposite directions. What awaited me was Hiratsuka-sensei, casually smoking a cigarette in the corridor as if she had been waiting for me.

As soon as she saw me approach, she flicked the cigarette into a nearby trashcan.

"It appears you're getting along with her quite well, kid," she remarked with a smug expression.

"Yes, Virgin-chan, we are indeed getting along just fine," I retorted, mocking her for addressing me as 'kid.'

"You're in need of some fixin, Miyuki. I believe my assessment is accurate, even though Yukino doesn't share the same perspective."

It's entirely understandable that she would be upset by the title I bestowed upon her. Being referred to as a 'virgin' by a man, especially in this society, would certainly be unsettling.

I merely shrugged in response to her remark.

"You were the one who initiated this, after all."

"Does the title of 'kid' offend you?" She shot me an odd look.

"Not really. I'm just teasing you. We're only joking around, Sensei. Why are you taking it so seriously?" I rolled my eyes.

Honestly, I must admit that we are remarkably compatible when it comes to social interactions. It's quite different from talking to others, where I have to constantly hold back what I say. In front of Hiratsuka, there's no need for that. We can play around with words without any pressure or restraint.

"If you were to mock another woman by calling her a virgin, she would undoubtedly not be as understanding as I am, kid." She patted my shoulder and offered her advice with a sage-like demeanor.

"That's precisely why I have no problems about teasing you, Sensei." I shrugged.

Her expression darkened upon hearing my words.

"Do I not have any majesty as your teacher?" She glared at me fiercely, which, in my humble opinion, only made her appear cuter rather than intimidating.

"Well, if you didn't, I wouldn't have agreed to join the Service Club in the first place," I replied with a serious tone.

Her gaze wavered slightly as she absorbed the compliment.

"That's... somewhat true."

After that, she seemed at a loss for words, and we walked in silence for most of the way.

Finally, we entered the classroom, and I made my way to my seat.

The beginning of class was about to begin.

Chapter 9: Tale of Grammar, Love, and Power

In the past, I was always proud of my English grade, which stood above that of my peers, even reaching perfection at times. Yet, I couldn't understand why my gremmer score in Grammarly was rated between 30 and 50. As someone who strived for perfection, I turned to ChatGPT to fix my damn gremmer.

As for editing myself? Hell no. My job is writing, not editing. I don't really care what the text turns into, as long as Grammarly gives it a score above 80. Once that happens, I post my work.

It's not that I'm lazy or anything, but I prefer my own words over the edited version. The edited version is for the public to enjoy, while my original draft is for me. I don't really read the public version because I'm not fond of texts that follow strict grammar rules. I like my fast-paced version that's easier to read and quicker to finish.

I reflected on this while listening to Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei's English lesson.

"Ugh... did you understand anything, Miyuki? This is so damn hard," Ishigami Yuu groaned.

He scratched his head in frustration as the teacher spoke too fast.

I glanced over and saw his notes were a mess; he couldn't keep up with writing down what the teacher was saying.

"Well..." I was about to help the poor guy, but I suddenly felt like someone was watching me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the teacher's gaze heading our way.

Pretending I hadn't noticed, I quickly hid behind my book.

The teacher nodded, apparently satisfied with my fake diligence.

Sorry, my friend. It's not that I didn't want to help, but my face is just too damn handsome, and even the teacher can't stop paying attention to me.

I sighed, lamenting my Caucasian faces.

Anyway, enough joking around. While Yuu might not have cared much about being labeled a cheater due to his status as male, I don't like being labeled a bad student or caught helping a friend cheat. It's enough to give me a negative impression with my teacher.

While pretending to reread my book to catch any grammar mistakes, I stood up from my seat and handed it over to Hiratsuka-sensei.

Afterward, I returned to my seat. Not only did I do this, but most of my classmates did as well after writing down the notes Hiratsuka-sensei spoke of. They carefully reviewed their writing to ensure accuracy before handing over their notes.

I noticed Yuu's hand shaking as he submitted his notes.

Well, it was to be expected—his handwriting was a mess.

When the bell rang, everyone couldn't hide their smiles, and even the teacher noticed. However, she didn't mind and began preparing to leave the classroom. But before she left, she organized the books on the desk and called some female classmates to help her carry them to the office.

Despite how close we were, she didn't ask me for help—likely due to the belief that males shouldn't do hard or physical work. It was considered a woman's job.

In my old world, this would probably be labeled as sexism.

I chuckled inwardly, musing to myself.

"What made you so happy, Miyuki?" Chika's voice almost gave me a heart attack.

Her face was so close to mine, while Ishigami Yuu wisely kept his distance, probably still salty that I didn't help him edit his terrible grammar.

"Nothing," I answered indifferently.

Since the last kiss incident, this girl has been particularly restless. She made no secret of her attempts to chase after me. Unfortunately, even though men are treated better in this world, it doesn't mean women are eager to share their partners.

It would be a huge disaster if Chika ever met Arisu, especially considering the fact that I've already established a sexual relationship with Aris.

I couldn't ignore the reality that I had kissed Chika previously either. While this world's rules operate differently, in my old world, I'd at least be held responsible for my actions, especially when a man does something intimate with a woman.

At least, that's what I knew from my old world.

"So cold, Miyuki... Have I made a mistake?" Her smirked, cheerful facade quickly faded, replaced by a solemn and gloomy temperament—a demeanor that obviously wouldn't belong to the usual Fujiwara Chika seen in the anime.

It was as if the lighthearted girl I knew had momentarily vanished, replaced by someone far more darker.

"Is it about that crippled woman again?"

"Unfortunately, I did tell the truth," I responded, my voice calm but blunt. "It was nothing more than a way for me to amuse myself. I didn't want to share it because it was a matter of privacy. Besides, Chika, it was far too embarrassing to reveal. Are you satisfied with that answer?"

I glanced at her sharply, ensuring my words were as direct as possible.

Her expression softened noticeably, the tension in her features melting away as she cheerfully asked, "How about I give you a treat, Miyuki? It's been so long since we've spoken to each other, especially after the last incident."

Oh, women...

A single day is 'long,' she says.

The way her expressions shift so rapidly—from cheerful to gloomy and then back to cheerful again—is indeed worthy of an Oscar award.

I couldn't help but applaud her silently in my mind while replying, "Hiratsuka-sensei has already instructed me to join the Service Club and participate in their activities. So, if you want me to follow you, you'll have to convince her first."

"Let's see how long she can hold you," Chika remarked smugly as she turned and prepared herself to confront Hiratsuka-sensei.

I was curious, eager even, to witness the upcoming clash between the two.

Who would be stronger in terms of influence and power?

I wanted to see firsthand whether Hiratsuka-sensei truly held the authority I believed she did or if she would fold under Chika's pressure.

If Hiratsuka-sensei couldn't withstand someone like Chika, then what value would there be in seeking her favor? If she could be pushed around by Chika, what would stop her from being overpowered by any of the other influential girls at this academy?

This is my test for her—a test to determine if she's worth investing in or not. She will certainly be a key figure for me, someone who can help hold back those who would otherwise make malicious attempts against me.

I know all too well that my background is too weak in this world. It would be difficult to protect myself from someone capable of flipping the table, and Chika is undoubtedly one of those people.

For that reason, I need more influence. More power. I need to build my own empire, my own web of connections and strength.

And it all starts here.

The die is cast. There's no turning back now.