Gender roles have been reversed in this world.
But that’s not the only thing that has flipped. The ability to get pregnant has also been reversed and given to men. So here, it’s women who impregnate and men who get pregnant.
Because of that, I’m curious. Is there anything else that’s changed in this world?
I kind of forgot about it. But after what happened today, I started wondering how things are now.
Especially since I still remember what Ms. Mizu said. Didn’t she say that men here prefer small breasts?
I get that there are some weird people who like the small type, but in truth… men still seek something big.
It’s like a natural reflex embedded since ancient times.
But in this world… I don’t know if it’s still the same.
So, my feet stepped in and entered the store.
“Kaito used to buy his magazines here, right?”
My best friend back then was an idol lover. Every morning he’d bring a magazine showing off his favorite idol to school, and he often showed it to me.
Of course, I wasn’t that interested at first. But after seeing how open they were with their appearance… I slowly changed my mind and ended up visiting this store a few times.
Because this bookstore only stays open until nine, there was almost no one left by the time I came in. The atmosphere and sounds from outside disappeared, replaced by a comfortable silence.
Dozens of tall shelves lined up neatly, filled with thousands of books. It reminded me of how I arranged my game collection in my room.
After browsing the comic section briefly, I immediately found a few red flags. Starting from how most of the female characters wore covered-up clothing.
On the other hand, the men were shown erotically, like those characters in BL comics I accidentally read once before.
Without touching any of them, I finally reached the place where the weekly magazines were displayed. And sure enough… my bad feeling was right.
“There’s no magazine showing off female idols.”
Almost all the ones on display were magazines with handsome men on the cover, and I’m not exaggerating at all.
I mean, there were a few with women on the cover, but even those had cool poses, not anything erotic.
Grabbing one, I opened it and quickly flipped through the pages.
Then, I was shown a model photo that was pretty revealing. Only wearing a bikini and long pants. But what the photo focused on wasn’t the chest, it was the six-pack abs!
Um. Even though it has its own charm honestly. I… don’t hate it.
“Ma-Maybe I’ll just buy this one.”
“Hmm. So you’re into this kind of thing, Ren? Mine’s pretty muscular too, you know. Want to feel it?”
Yona’s voice came from behind me.
Shocked might not even be enough to describe my state right now. My heart was about to explode, no joke.
Closing the magazine and putting it back at a speed faster than sound, I turned around to see her figure.
“Wh-Why are you here, Yona?”
Yona tilted her head, looking confused by my question.
“…? Haven’t I been with you this whole time since you parted ways with that delinquent girl? It was a surprise, knowing that she was your colleague. I won't comment, though."
When!? When!? I’ve been alone all this time! I swear, I didn’t sense anyone’s presence after separating from Hina!
“I-If you saw me, you should’ve said something earlier…”
“You’re so funny today, Ren. Fufu~ I’ve been waiting for you at the restaurant after we got back from school, you know. You must’ve been too focused on work to notice me.”
Seriously!? But she should’ve had practice, right? Why was she able to wait for me at the restaurant?
“… Did you really quit the Track Club?”
“No. It’s just, the tournament’s over, right? Did you forget? My schedule’s not as packed as before.”
Yona shook her ponytail. Her black eyes stared at me, and she continued.
“Sorry. Since I didn’t know you didn’t notice me, I probably should’ve just called you. Seems like I surprised you a little.”
I swear! What if I died young from a heart attack!?
My hand moved to rub my chest. Maybe I need to be more aware of my surroundings from now on…
“More importantly, Ren.”
Her voice came again.
Yona didn’t answer me right away. But suddenly, she took a step forward.
Her face was pointed straight at me, making me instinctively step back as well.
But without giving me any time, she immediately grabbed my arm and pulled her body closer.
No, it was more accurate to say that she brought her head closer to my neck and then... she sniffed it.
“…There’s a strong scent coming from your body. Not from that delinquent, and not from Yuri either… A mature woman?”
It made me feel how warm her body was.
Because of how stimulating her action, my breath hitched and I didn’t even have the chance to think why she was doing this.
All I could do was quickly respond.
“Ms. Mizu! Yuri and I were talking with Ms. Mizu!”
“The school nurse? I heard she was on leave. Did she come back today?”
My neck almost snapped from how fast I nodded.
“Why were you talking with Ms. Mizu? What business did you have?”
“We’re starting a club and we needed Ms. Mizu to be the club advisor!”
At first, I thought Yona was going to ask more questions and I braced myself to faint.
Thankfully, she let go of me after that. Causing me to release all the breath I’d been holding in one big exhale.
“What kind of club are you making, Ren? This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
I desperately searched for air before I could open my mouth.
“… A Game Club. Yuri wants to make games, so she asked me to help start one.”
“Ah… I see. Should I really just quit the Track Club then? It sounds fun to be in the same club as you. Too bad I don’t know how to make games.”
I waved my hand quickly, rejecting the idea.
“Don’t. I probably won’t attend much either because of my part-time job. Don’t quit.”
“... Okay. If Ren says so, then I guess I don’t have a choice. I’ll listen. It’s not like I don’t get enough time with you, right? Our houses are right next to each other anyway."
... Well, honestly, it's a shame Yona couldn't get in and we're still short on members. But it's better than her leaving her own club.
My eyes glanced back at the magazine rack, and for some reason, my mood to browse disappeared.
“Not buying anything? You looked really into that magazine just now…”
“I-I’m not interested!”
“Just kidding~ But if you want to try touching my abs, I’m ready anytime.”