“As the class representative, I’ll do my best from here on, so I hope you’ll guide and support me.”

Pachi pachi pachi!

Applause rises at my safe and plain self-introduction.

“A properly well-mannered boy is nice.”

“The boys in our class look at girls like they’re looking at filth…”

“I’m in my third year, but the boys in my class have only ever talked to me to say ‘Move.’”

“Setsuko… that doesn’t even count as a conversation.”

“No but seriously, there are god-tier boys in Class 2, the first-years this year are so lucky.”

“…I’m honestly wondering if I can repeat a year starting now.”

Everyone is getting excited.

But even more excited than them are…

“Still, Haruto-kyun from Class 1 is crazy.”

“You could tell he was embarrassed but trying his hardest to introduce himself, it was wonderful… this alone will keep me going for a month.”

“I heard this year’s first-years, especially the kids in Class 1, were insane, but now I finally understand.”

“I’m glad I learned about Haruto-kyun early. If things go well, during the class representative meetings, Haruto-kyun might acknowledge me as his senior.”

“Being a class representative is a hassle, but I’m glad I became one.”

“A boy that cute, with that good a personality, is completely like he stepped straight out of a light novel.”

“A boy who looks like someone boiled down and condensed every girl’s ideal into a gelatin block… actually exists in real life…”

“If one of the kids in Class 1 gets a club underclassman someday, I’m going to bully them.”

Our protagonist Haruto is apparently wildly popular even among the older girls.

Meanwhile…

“What the hell… what the hell is this… we’re in the same school and the same grade, so how is there this much difference…”

“We haven’t even seen the boys in our own class yet, but Classes 1 and 2 get to have such wonderful boys… damn it, damn it, damn it… I’m absolutely moving up a class.”

The other first-year class representatives all keep their heads down, biting their lower lips and some of them even have blood coming from their lips.

Their expressions look like they’re staring at the murderer of their parents.

“You’re bleeding, are you okay? Here, a tissue.”

“Huh? Ah, thank you… I love you…”

After sharing some pocket tissues, they quickly calmed down, but now they clutch their chests like they’re suffering.

You should wipe the blood from your lips quickly.

“Tachibana-kun, you really are in so many ways…”

“Huh, what? Tatara-hama-san?”

“No, since it was going to happen sooner or later, it’s fine now…”

Tatara-hama-san sighs deeply in exasperation.

* * *

“I’m home—”

School ends and since I live alone, coming back to an empty room is the same as in my previous life and in this world.

‘I stayed up late yesterday, so I’m tired… maybe I should just sleep.’

Last night I couldn’t sleep because I was too excited after discovering the secret room.

Bath and food… I’ll do them in the morning when I wake up.

Thinking that, I let my body and consciousness sink into the bed.

But while I was at school, I’d forgotten…

Rolling onto my side, I look toward the wall where that secret room is.

Right now, it looks completely like an ordinary wall again.

Last night I had a hard time figuring out how to put the secret door back.

‘Seriously, why would a friend character in a chastity-reversal game need that kind of weaponry…’

Thinking about it doesn’t help.

It seems they’re investigating things around Haruto, so today I tried acting more like a helpful friend character.

But what exactly am I supposed to do from here?

Maybe I should avoid getting too friendly and playful with girls from now on…

My worries never end, but my drowsiness from staying up last night reaches its limit and my consciousness sinks into a swamp…

Ding-dooong♪

‘What is it? A delivery?’

Annoyed at being interrupted just as I was about to fall asleep, I shuffled toward the intercom at the entrance.

This apartment has auto-lock, so visitors have to press the room number from the first-floor panel.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I press the call button and look at the person on the monitor.

“…What are you doing? Ecchan-sensei.”

“I came over♡”

My visitor is none other than my homeroom teacher, Ecchan-sensei and my mind instantly becomes sharp and awake.

Wait, why is she visiting my apartment?

“Was today a home-visit day?”

“Yesterday, you told me ‘Come over to my place and take care of things,’ right? So I took a one-hour leave today.”

Oh yeah, after homeroom ended yesterday, she rushed out.

So that was because she took paid leave.

“So anyway, let me in, Tachibana.”

“Uh, about that…”

A young female teacher visiting the home of a male student who lives alone is, to be honest, a situation I love.

But my home has a lot of things that would definitely be bad if seen.

Guns and guns and guns.

I don’t even fully understand my own room yet, so letting someone else in feels inappropriate.

“Could it be… Tachibana, are you busy today?”

Sensing my hesitation, Ecchan-sensei’s expression sinks.

“No, that’s not really it…”

“Right… I guess I got carried away even though I’m too old for this…”

Ugh… when she puts it that way, it hits hard for me, a salaryman in my previous life.

I can already imagine what will happen next.

Ecchan-sensei, having happily taken paid leave, gets turned away at my door, then trudges sadly back home.

Her lonely apartment feels even colder than usual…

No… that’s too sad…

“…My room is messy, but please come in.”

“Eh!? I-I can!? Yay♪”

When I gave permission to come up, Ecchan-sensei cheered like an excited child through the monitor.