Old Version Part 2

Chapter 10: Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

"How? Did you manage to convince her, Chika?" At a glance, I already knew the answer—she hadn't. Her confidence faltered, and her face lacked the cheerful expression she had earlier.

She looked at me with a hint of regret. There was no anger or any other emotion, just pure regret, which, admittedly, wasn't something I expected. But, in hindsight, it was better that way. I mean, I've never been one for drama, especially when it comes to women. I only enjoy the good parts, like the sex.

Even though I already knew the answer, I still asked about her well-being. After all, I'm not a menace MC from next door, like that one guy—Incest Pendragon, was it? Yeah, I'm not him.

Did I say something out loud?

No, I didn't.

Let's get back to the topic at hand.

"No... Hah... How about tomorrow, Miyuki?" she sighed, but then quickly cheered up after the momentary disappointment. I paused, thinking for a second.

Did I have anything planned for tomorrow? Honestly, I wasn't sure. It's always better not to promise anything when you can't be certain. Breaking promise is a jerk move, and while I may act like a jerk sometimes, I don't want to make promises I can't keep.

So, I gave her a vague response.

"We'll see," I said ambiguously. She nodded, still smiling, her cheerful expression lingering on her face.

"For now, I'll head to the library. See you later, Chika."

"Yeah, see you later, Miyuki."

...

"Your complexion seems off, Miyuki. Did you come across something in the book that didn't suit your liking?" Yukino Yukinoshita asked with a rare hint of concern on her typically cold face. It was quite unusual for a woman like her—cold and tsundere in her anime series—to even be capable of asking such a question to someone she had only recently met, like me.

 Despite the fact that she had a good impression of me, if this were a non-reversed anime world, she probably wouldn't have asked, and maybe never would.

But, well, this is a reversed world, where men are sometimes treated like kings if they play their cards right.

Unfortunately, most of the men in this world have developed spoiled, unlikable attitudes, which irritates many women, making them unwilling to engage in romance with such men. Instead romancing them, they prefer resorting to coercion, rape, and sex, rather than genuinely investing emotionally in any real connection.

That's what I've gathered so far, based on my observations of this world.

"I'm fine. Was Cleopatra really a man?" I asked, feeling the urge to vomit in disgust as I read more about the history of Ancient Rome in this world.

Gaius Julius Caesar, here, is a woman, bearing the feminine name Gaius Julia Caesaria, while Cleopatra is named Cleo. Their genders are completely flipped, and I felt repulsed by the revelation that Cleopatra, someone who had been a part of my jerk off routine, was a man in this world. His attire, in my opinion, was utterly ridiculous—like a sissy wearing a slutty dress.

To make things worse, back in my original world, I often fantasized about Cleopatra, using her as part of my sexual imagination.

Now, you're telling me that in this world, Cleopatra is a man?

Fuck this.

I was disgusted, and my imagination ran wild as I realized I had been fantasizing about a male version of Cleopatra instead of the woman I had often sexualized.

"It was obvious, wasn't it?" Yukino rolled her eyes at my question, probably thinking it was foolish.

"You told me you enjoy reading books, so why would you even ask something like that?"

"I just had a terrible dream," I sighed, completely lost in my feelings. I felt like a man out of his time, out of place in this world.

Everything feels strange to me now—what was once common sense in my previous world, along with things I thought I knew, have become totally alien and bizarre in this one.

"Do you know why I told you it was a terrible dream, Yukino? There are two kinds of dreams: the bad and the terrible. Bad dreams I can cope with. They're just nightmares, and the end eventually. I wake up. The terrible dreams are the good dreams. In my terrible dreams, everything is perfect. Too perfect even, the world treated me like I was the king of the world. Everyone loved me, no one ever truly abandoned me, I have great friends, I have a loving family and I have a caring lover by my side. None of the bad things that were supposed to happen in the real world happened. Everything's wonderful and normal and fine. And then I wake up, and everything that happened is nothing more than a dream. And that is truly terrible."

I paused, my gaze drifting. "Now, I wonder if this is just another one of those terrible dreams, or if it's real."

"You mean to say," Yukino began, surprisingly serious, "that you experienced another life in that dream, and that dream at the same time made you feel out of place in reality? And now, you find it difficult to adapt because you can't distinguish between what's real and what's a dream? Is that what you're trying to convey, Miyuki?"

Instead of mocking me, Yukino studied me with an intent expression, analyzing my every word. Her perceptiveness startled me.

"Close enough," I replied with a nonchalant shrug, as though it didn't matter much. But Yukino's expression remained serious, her brows furrowed in thought as she pressed on.

"If that's the case, then I think I understand the problem you're facing, Miyuki. You feel like you're trapped in your own terrible dream. You believe that this world, everything happening around you, even me... you fear that it's all just another one of those terrible dreams. And what you're really scared of is what will happen when you wake up. But what you need, I think, isn't some fleeting experience of youth. What you need is to truly integrate into this world. In other words, you need to prove to yourself that everything you're experiencing isn't a dream but something real."

I was genuinely surprised at how close she came to identifying the deep problem I've been struggling with, the hidden fear I carry towards this world. Because, to be honest, everything that has happened so far seems too good to be true. For someone like me, who has faced nothing but hardship and oppression in my past life, this perfect world feels like it could only be one of my terrible dreams.

Despite that, I didn't let her analysis show on my face and simply grinned.

"You're overthinking this, Yukino. It was just a terrible dream, nothing more. Life goes on. I'm not as fragile as you think, and I don't dwell too much on dreams."

"And besides, I'm really enjoying our discussion about the book. Why don't we shift the conversation back to that instead of lingering on these sad topics?"

She nodded, understanding my desire to move on. After that, the conversation about the book we were reading never really happened. We both turned our focus to finishing our books, and silence settled between us.

Chapter 11: My hentai life with Loligaki (R-18)

After engaging in a deep philosophical discussion with Yukino, I began to reflect on my future. What path should I choose? Did I want to become a painter, a mangaka, a novelist, a director, a politician, a professional gamer, a capitalist, or perhaps a simple psychiatrist?

Should I start by drawing a Marvel comic? Given how popular they were in the past, it seemed like a good option at first. However, I ultimately abandoned the idea. In their initial release, Marvel comics didn't gain popularity as quickly as I would have liked by my standards. Plus, in this era and country, they lack a certain appeal and clickbait-worthy.

Additionally, Marvel comics contain too much propaganda for my taste. They portray Hitler as the embodiment of absolute evil, Rasputin as an irredeemable villain, and Captain America as an unquestionable savior, while the heroes of other nations are presented as problematic. The creators' intentions to lick the American government are obvious, much like how many people today in China lick Xi Jinping.

So, I decided to pass on Marvel comics.

As I pondered my future, my phone suddenly rang.

The teacher on duty, who was also responsible as the librarian, glared at me. The other students, displeased by the disruption, shot annoyed looks my way as I had disturbed their reading. I quickly put on an apologetic expression and hurriedly left, not forgetting to bid farewell to Yukino as I was eager to check who had messaged me.

Unlocking my password-protected, white Sony phone, I noticed the message was from an anonymous sender.

However, the content of the message nearly set my eyes on fire with lust, and I could feel an erection growing as Arisu had sent me a half-nude picture of herself.

Arisu: Meet me in the girls' restroom, Miyuki-kun. I have a surprise for you. Don't worry about anyone catching us; I've already taken care of everything.

I pondered for a moment before ultimately deciding to accept her invitation, making up my mind to sneak my way to the girls' restroom.

As I looked around guiltily, my heart raced with a potent mix of thrill and anticipation. I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as I realized that there was absolutely no one in sight—no one within the radius surrounding me. The area was completely deserted, just as Arisu had described it would be.

At this moment, my mind brimmed with boundless hope and mounting expectations as I stole a quick glance at the nearby restroom where the girl was waiting.

Confirming once more that no one was around, I felt a growing sense of trust in Arisu. She had already taken care of everything, so I steeled myself and entered the place with a trembling eagerness.

Nervousness filled me, manifesting in every little gesture. My demeanor was exactly what you'd expect from a horny virgin, standing on the edge of an impossible reality. It was like a goddess, someone entirely out of my reach in normal life, had suddenly appeared and offered me their first time.

"Miyuki-kun, I almost thought you wouldn't show up," Arisu smirked seductively in my direction, her breath warm and dangerously close to me. Before I even realized what was happening, her hand had already found its way to my crotch.

She playfully grazed my cock, sending a ticklish sensation through me with her soft, teasing touch.

"Fufufu, it looks like you're already in the mood, Miyuki. Do you want to get straight to the point, or perhaps play around a bit first?" she purred.

"Yeah, let's do it," I blurted out eagerly, barely able to contain myself.

Her grin widened, wicked and full of promise. Without wasting another moment, she swiftly pulled down my trousers, her movements fluid and unhesitant. As soon as they were off, she leaned in and began kissing me deeply while her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it with a gentle yet deliberate rhythm.

Her touch was tender, filled with care, but it wasn't long before the kiss deepened. My own hunger began to surface, and I grew more aggressive, more needy. Lust burned through my veins, my impatience to finally fuck Arisu building to an unbearable peak.

I could think of nothing but the desire to feel her tight pussy wrapped around me. Overcome with lust, I flipped her over and checked if she was wet or not before burying myself inside her. From behind, I thrust my cock deep into the intimate warmth of her body.

Fuck...

Was this really sex?

What was this warmth, this exquisite tightness squeezing around me?

Was this what it felt like to have your dick drenched in such pleasure?

Without realizing it, I found myself thrusting harder, faster, ramming her from behind with a relentless pace. Her moans were stifled as she tried to muffle them, her voice trembling, no doubt trying to prevent any sound from escaping.

Wanting to help her, I slipped my fingers into her mouth. Her saliva coated them as I continued thrusting both my cock into her pussy and my fingers into her mouth, both in a synchronized rhythm that left her gasping for more.

We did it while we were still fully clothed, my trousers only partially pulled off. Her panties, on the other hand, weren't removed but merely slid aside a little as I entered her.

With one hand gripping her waist and the other fingering her mouth, I kept my rhythm steady. My thrusts grew increasingly wild, her tight, hungry pussy wrapping around my entire length, squeezing and pulsing with insatiable need.

The rhythm intensified, her body pressing back into me, each movement making her grip tighter, more desperate.

As I pushed my cock deeper inside her, I pulled my finger from her mouth, quickly picking up my pace once again, both hands now gripping her waist as her tight pussy completely enveloped my cock.

The moment I heard her scream that she was about to cum, I unleashed all of my cum deep into her tight cunt.

"Miyuki... This is too much... Yes... More, Miyuki, fill me with your seed!" Arisu screamed, her usual composed demeanor completely shattered.

Despite the reckless volume of her voice, which could have easily been overheard, I silenced her with a kiss before she could say anything more.

My hips kept pounding relentlessly until I had emptied myself entirely deep inside her.

Panting with exhaustion, I barely registered the school bell ringing.

To my frustration, my cock was still rock-hard. Arisu noticed my state and smiled, her tone soothing as she comforted me.

"We can always try again later, Miyuki," she teased with a satisfied smirk, giving my cock a provocative stroke before she started fixing her appearance.

Her once disheveled hair and appearance were now completely flawless as she adjusted her outfit in front of the mirror.

Unconsciously, I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close.

"Miyuki-kun?" she asked, a bit confused by the sudden gesture.

She didn't push me away and let me held her while savoring the warmth of her body.

But it wasn't enough.

I craved more of her pussy.

Consequences be damned.

"Urgh..." she moaned, her breath hitching as she realized my cock had already slipped back into her, deep inside her slick, warm pussy.

Before she could react, I started thrusting again. Her body, worn out from our previous session, had no strength left to resist. She simply surrendered to the pleasure, moaning softly like a kitten from time to time as I took what I wanted.

And this was just the beginning.

The beginning of my sex life in the anime reversed world.

Chapter 12: You have a skill issue!

After finishing up with Loligaki and skipping class because I was so laser-focused on wetting my dick in Loligaki's tight pussy, I eventually noticed—unconsciously—that most of my classmates had already gone home.

The afternoon was slipping away as I stood there, realizing how much time had passed.

When Loligaki generously offered me a ride, I politely declined, reminding her that I had already promised my sister I'd head home with her.

As much as it was a shame that I couldn't indulge in that tight pussy once again, well, a promise is a promise, after all.

On my way through the school hall, I stumbled upon Hiratsuka-sensei slouched in a chair, looking utterly wasted. Her posture was completely unladylike, and she puffed on a cigarette as if she were trying to be the coolest chick in the entire universe.

Holy crap!

Who even is this woman, acting like she just crawled out of some cringe-inducing anime for delinquents?

I couldn't help but speed up my pace, hoping to avoid any interaction with this cringe-worthy display.

But, of course, plans never seem to go the way you want.

As I was trying to make my quick getaway, Hiratsuka-sensei glanced in my direction and, with that annoying smugness of hers, called out, "Are you planning on leaving, Miyuki?"

"Of course I am, sensei," I responded with a shrug, trying to play it cool and act as nonchalant as possible.

Despite her demeanor being something like a gangster with an over-the-top mafia complex, she was still a responsible teacher.

She flicked her cigarette with precise aim into the trash can and patted the chair next to her, signaling for me to sit beside her.

"Sit down, Miyuki," she said. "Your sister is still tied up with Student Council matters and will probably take a while. No point in waiting around alone."

Since she was giving me that look, I figured it wouldn't hurt to give her the benefit of the doubt.

With a slight sigh, I sat down beside her.

"So, what's this all about, sensei?" I asked, deciding to tease her a little.

"Are you trying to seduce your student and offer him a ride home?" I smirked at her, fully aware of the ridiculousness of my question.

She rolled her eyes at my cheeky inquiry. If this had been the old Hiratsuka, she would've probably darkened with rage at my words.

But the more she got to know me, the more she understood the type of person I am.

"By the way, Miyuki, where did you even learn to tease girls like that?" she asked, still in doubt. "I've never heard of you having a girlfriend or even being close to a single girl. So, where did this sudden change come from?"

With a serious tone, I responded, "It's all about skill issues, Hiratsuka-sensei."

I leaned back slightly, smirking, "Besides, I'm built different. I was awesome. That's the simple answer to all your questions, isn't it?"

Hiratsuka-sensei chuckled softly, clearly amused. "I've never seen someone with so much hubris and yet still manage to be funny at the same time, Miyuki."

"You're certainly… interesting."

"Well, it's quite simple, really. The key is to go completely over the top when you're praising yourself, praising others, or even when you've done something noteworthy but don't want to offend anyone in the process," I explained to her, revealing the secret of how to come across as likable, even when you're a bit of a jerk, a narcissist, or someone with a full-blown God Complex.

"I still don't understand what you're saying," Hiratsuka-sensei sighed in exasperation, clearly finding my words far too convoluted to make sense of.

That's precisely why I always say that it's a matter of skill. We're built differently. Let's be real here—being witty, funny, intimidating, and likable all at the same time isn't about whether you desire to be those things. It's a matter of having the skill to pull it off.

"Well, let's just get this over with, Miyuki. If this drags on any longer, I'll forget what I wanted to say in the first place."

From the look on her face, I could tell she needed a favor from me, and I understood all too well that whatever she was about to ask for was bound to be troublesome. After all, someone capable of handling someone like Chika couldn't possibly be mediocre, and for her to be willing to lower her pride and ask me for help was telling.

For a brief moment, I found myself reconsidering my cynical mindset. This is just high school, after all. Why am I thinking so negatively? She's just asking for help, so what does pride have to do with anything? She wanted help regarding Yukino, and in all honesty, everyone involved seemed to view the situation in a far simpler light than I did. I, on the other hand, tended to overcomplicate things, assuming that people were always looking to gain an advantage over me or exploit my weaknesses in exchange for controlling me.

After regaining my composure, I signaled for her to continue.

She hesitated, then sighed deeply.

"Forget it. You're already busy taking care of Yukino. I shouldn't burden you with this task."

"Well, since you put it that way, Sensei," I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Are you trying to be polite?" she asked, rolling her eyes in amusement at my response, which was clearly not in line with common courtesy.

"If it were any other student, they'd take the initiative to ask more questions and press the issue. Are you seriously not curious, Miyuki?"

"Nope. I don't like sticking my nose into other people's business," I replied with all seriousness.

"By the way, Sensei, do you have any wine? Instead of smoking, why not switch to drinking? Seems healthier," I suggested casually.

"Meh, sake's better," she chuckled, but then her expression shifted as though she realized something. Her eyes narrowed, and she gave me a scrutinizing look.

"You... How dare you think about drinking, Miyuki? You're still a student, damn it!"

"I'm already 17, Sensei, and I'm certainly more responsible than you. I bet you've been smoking since high school," I countered, a teasing smirk on my face.

Her face turned beet red, flushed with embarrassment, as she avoided my gaze, clearly caught off guard by my accusation.

"Forget about it, Miyuki. I'm going now. Farewell," she stammered before quickly running off, leaving her pack of cigarettes on the chair.

After a moment of hesitation, I decided to keep the cigarettes safe and return them to her later.

I mean, I'm a nice person, after all. I've always had dreams of being a Hero of Justice... probably.

Now, time to meet my cute sister.