After that, Miumi did it for me every day for the two days until the entrance ceremony.

Yesterday, she even came to invite me early in the morning on her own, which made me really happy.

I was so happy that I did it for her with my mouth four times, and in return, she did it for me with her mouth five times.

Looking down at Miumi earnestly taking it in her small mouth fills me with an indescribable warm happiness, so I told her that. When I did, Miumi said that after swallowing what I put out, she felt like she was gaining some kind of strength.

At the end, we snuggled together in Miumi’s bed in her room until Kaa-san came home, so I think we managed to get pretty close. If I do say so myself, I think I’ve behaved as a good brother these past few days.

Miumi seemed happy too. Probably.

And thanks to the sex practice with Miumi over these past few days, I think my discomfort around women has completely vanished. Miumi taught me a great many things in these few days.

So having a little sister was this wonderful.

If that’s the case, I wish I’d had a little sister in my previous life too. [TL: Jail seems cool for you too bro.]

Of course, it’s only natural that my sister isn’t my only family, so sooner or later I’ll have to get along well with Kaa-san too. When I told Miumi that, she said, “I wonder if it’d be okay legally?” It seems there are particularly detailed legal regulations regarding a mother’s contact with her son.

Hmm.

I’ll have to look into that later.

The old Haruto seems to have put Kaa-san through a lot of hardship too, so I have to do something about it. The new Haruto will do his best, so please wait for me, Kaori Kaa-san.

* * *

And so, today is the entrance ceremony.

The school I’ll be attending for the next three years is the private Houka Academy.

It’s a school in West Tokyo, attended by children from well-off commoner families or those recognized for outstanding abilities, and it has a pretty good reputation.

Incidentally, there are no nobles at this school.

Most nobles attend the ‘prestigious schools’ where they gather, so they’re often absent from commoner schools.

The entrance ceremony ended far more quickly than I’d expected.

All the students lined up in the gymnasium, we listened to speeches from guests and the principal, heard welcoming comments from the third-years, applauded, took a group photo, and that was it. It didn’t leave much of an impression.

However, I do remember the address by the new student representative.

The long, black-haired female student who stood on the podium was a beauty, so she left a deep impression. She had a straight nose, sharp, well-defined eyes, quite refined features, and was tall, too. A serious aura. I’d never spoken to a beauty like that in my previous life.

After the entrance ceremony ended, the new students each headed to their classrooms.

As I tried to enter the school building with the flow of people, I was stopped by the teacher in charge of ‘Male Protection’ who had brought me to school that morning, and she once again cautioned me about points to note in school life.

By caution, I don’t mean a warning for me not to do anything, but rather advice to be careful so that the female students don’t do anything to me.

Like not going alone to deserted places, and making sure to always take a classmate with me whenever I go somewhere.

It sounds just like what you’d tell a woman or a child, but that’s exactly how it is, I guess.

I headed to the classroom a little late.

I walked down the third-floor hallway and stopped at the very end.

Class 1-A.

This is it.

At Houka Academy, students are divided into classes in order of evaluation.

However, that evaluation isn’t based on simple academic ability alone.

I hear it’s decided by a comprehensive evaluation that combines academics, sports, cultural activities, social activities, and so on.

And the class where the students with the highest such evaluations gather is Class A.

From there, it goes on to B, C, D, and E.

And the male student is basically placed in Class A.

‘Being close to a male is a reward for excellent students’ — Miumi explained it like that.

When I opened the door, the female students inside the classroom all looked this way at once.

More than twenty pairs of eyes gathered on me.

They just look; none of them make a sound.

No murmuring, no whispering.

Just quietly, their gazes are directed at me.

Urgh.

This is nerve-wracking.

I know the reason, of course.

In this country, it’s considered immodest for a woman to speak to a man without good reason.

Making a commotion in front of a man is also ill-mannered. Much less, whispering in secret where a man is present is a breach of etiquette.

Naturally, it was the same in the classroom of Houka Academy.

Excessive approach or private conversation toward a male student would likely be strongly cautioned under student guidance.

That’s why the classroom was quiet.

But they can’t hide their gazes.

Those who glance at Haruto and immediately turn away.

Those blinking their eyes, desperately trying to suppress their expressions.

Though silent, only a restless air filled the classroom.

I smiled wryly inside.

According to what the protection teacher said, since males are rare, many people in this school are encountering a boy for the first time.

So it can’t be helped that they react like this.

In that case, then, I walked through the classroom with as natural an expression as I could.

It’s okay to look.

I’ll walk slowly for you.

On each desk in the classroom was a nameplate with their own name written on it.

The seat with the plate reading Sakura Haruto was at the very back by the window.

I pulled out the chair and sat down.

Then, several gazes turned towards me again.

But still, no one spoke to me.

As I thought… this is the distance, huh.

I let out a small sigh. But, that’s not it.

In my previous world, I was disliked and made a laughingstock, so girls kept their distance.

But it’s different now.

The distance between me now and them is for the opposite reason as before.

They’re trying not to make me dislike them.

Of course, I could choose to keep my distance and spend my time here just like this.

But I won’t do that.

In this world, I’ve decided to be as kind to women as I can.

I’ll do what I couldn’t do well in my previous world.

I was withdrawn, couldn’t speak well, and before I knew it, I was always keeping people at a distance.

That’s exactly why, here, I want to be a different me.

Suddenly, a girl sitting in the middle of the classroom caught my eye.

Long, black hair.

A posture with a straight back.

Even the way she wears her uniform has a nice air to it.

I can’t see her face, but I’m sure she’s the girl who gave the new student representative address at the entrance ceremony.

In other words, the student who entered at the top of the class.

As I was gazing at her flowing, beautiful black hair, the classroom door opened.

“Good morning.”

A female teacher entered.

“I am Sanjou, the homeroom teacher for Class 1-A. I look forward to working with you for the next year.”

““We look forward to working with you.””

The classroom’s voices said in unison.

Sanjou-sensei opened the attendance book.

“Now, let’s introduce ourselves. In order of attendance number, please. Starting with Aizawa-san.”

The self-introductions began in turn.

All had composed voices. Brief words.

Big girls, small girls, cute girls, not-so-cute girls. Fair-skinned, dark-skinned. It’s not like a world from a drama or anime where everyone is a beautiful girl — though it might not be the best expression, there are “human beings of various appearances.”

But that’s normal, right.

And then, that certain girl’s turn came.

She slowly stood up.

“I’m Kamishiro Rinka. I’m pleased to meet you.”

It was a self-introduction that short.

There are all kinds of people, but there’s no doubt she is very beautiful…

Eventually, the self-introductions progressed, and when the student before me finished, Sanjou-sensei closed the attendance book.

The classroom fell silent.

Huh?

What about me?

Normally, it should be my turn here.

But the teacher doesn’t say anything.

In this world, male students receive special treatment.

It seems self-introductions are often done in the form of the teacher introducing them.

In other words, I don’t have to speak.

But I’ve decided to start over in this world.

If that’s the case, it’s better not to run away.

So I raised my hand.

“Sensei.”

The classroom’s gazes gathered all at once.

Sanjou-sensei raised her face.

“Yes?”

I smiled a little.

“May I introduce myself?”

For an instant, the teacher’s expression froze.

But she immediately nodded.

“Y-yes, of course.”

I stood up and slowly looked around the classroom; the gazes of over twenty female students were on me.

I was a little nervous, but because the wound on my heart had healed, I wasn’t afraid anymore.

“I’m Sakura Haruto. I look forward to being with you from today. There’s still so much I don’t know about this school… so if I’m ever in trouble, I’d appreciate it if you could teach me. I’d be happy if we could all get along from now on. I’m pleased to meet you.”

I gave a slight bow and sat down.

The classroom remained silent.

But I could feel that many of the gazes were fixed on me even more strongly than before.