Arc 2 Flirting and having sex with a small-breasted glasses-wearing office lady
Faintly bluish and mysterious silver hair, and skin as white as if it were translucent. Her appearance is so perfect that it seems like she's stepped out of the 2D world. While her chest and height aren't particularly large, her balance is good, and her otherworldly beauty makes her seem like a fairy descended to this world.
Not only I, a man, but even the women walking through the streets turn back to look at her beauty.
If it weren't for the world where men are outnumbered 1000 to 1 and sexual norms are reversed, I surely wouldn't have dared to approach her. … In a world where there's a possibility that a girl as beautiful as her is an idol or an actress, and scary men in black suits would be her bodyguards, such a dreamlike story isn't possible.
Summoning my courage, I run up to the beautiful girl.
"Um, excuse me!"
When I approach within about a meter, the petite girl turns around, and her waist-length bluish silver hair sways softly. Her eyes are as blue as a clear sky, even more charming up close.
"… Are you talking to me?"
It's a cross-dressing girl! I get excited by this unexpected moe attribute.
The voice of the cross-dressing girl who questions me sounds a bit low and lethargic.
Unable to find the words to describe her otherworldly loveliness, I can only nod in response.
The girl raises her hand with an interested look and waves it about at the level of the top of my head.
I'm taken aback by her sudden strange behavior.
"W-What is it?"
"Well, I've never seen someone so tall before. I'm just curious how big you are."
I'm 175 cm tall. As far as I know, that's an average and fairly typical height. …Come to think of it, I remember hearing from the girl yesterday that the guys in this world have a small… well, you know. Could that be true for height as well?
But whatever, I don't really care about that. What's important is how I can steer this conversation towards sex.
"Uh, well… I noticed this incredibly cute girl, so I couldn't help but approach you."
The girl's eyes widen in surprise.
"…Could it be that you're trying to hit on me?"
"That's the plan, but…"
"So, this is the famous reverse pick-up line they talk about! I thought that only happened in manga. But you're quite exceptional, even aside from that, with your unusually large build."
Right. With women outnumbering men and the sexual norms flipped in this world, it seems that it's usually the women who initiate the flirting. Well, men can only ejaculate once a month here, so that makes sense.
But I shouldn't be impressed by that. I need to figure out how to transition to talking about sex.
"Anyway, would you like to hang out with me starting now?"
"… Starting now? Well, it's an invitation from a handsome guy, so I wouldn't mind skipping school to hang out, but what would we be doing?"
"W-Well…"
I should just be direct and say "Let's have sex!" But I'm not sure if that's appropriate.
Normally, if I were to say "Let's have sex!" while picking someone up, I'd probably not just get rejected, but also get into trouble with the police. But this world has a 1000-to-1 gender ratio.
In a world where even beauties like her might end up virgins for life due to the lack of men, there's a high possibility that she might agree to my proposition.
And I haven't accepted any money from the girl earlier, so I'm broke. I don't have any money to take her out. If I were to invite her, I'd probably have to pay for everything. Plus, I'm not interested in shopping or playing games with her. What I want is sex.
If I get rejected, I'll just cry. Men are straightforward like that.
"…I was actually thinking that maybe we could help solve this country's declining birthrate by making babies."
"…!"
The girl's eyes widen. Then she lowers her shoulders and bows her head as if she's lost all hope.
"Well… um, your incredibly charming proposal is really appreciated, but today happens to not be my ovulation day."
"W-Well, even if it's not your ovulation day, there's a 30% chance of conception!"
If I can do it three times, that's a 90% chance!
And if conception doesn't happen, we could potentially have sex again on the second day!
But I quickly notice the sadness in her expression.
"That… actually, I'm on my period. So, I can't do it right now. Your offer is really appreciated, but could you please give your semen to another woman, preferably on her ovulation day?"
"…."
If she's on her period, there's nothing to be done. I collapse to my knees.
"I-In truth, I wanted to have sex with you too…"
"If that's the case, tell me your ovulation day."
"Huh?"
"Tell me your ovulation day, and then give me your contact info or address!!"
I was hanging my head, losing control.
Faced with a beauty like I've never seen in my life, my rationality had collapsed due to the colossal rejection I had just experienced.
Honestly, if this weren't a world of sexual norms reversed, I'd be just a dangerous guy, a police matter.
But this is a world with a gender ratio of 1:1000, where sexual norms are flipped.
The girl took out a notebook from her bag and spent a few minutes writing something in it with great enthusiasm.
Kneeling down, I continued to watch her. Eventually, the girl finished writing and tore out the page she had been writing on, handing it to me.
What was drawn there was a clear map. It had 'My House' written at the location marked with a ★ and at the upper left corner of the map, there was an address, phone number, email address, and a date about 10 days from now.
"This. It's my estimated ovulation day, along with my address and contact information. …If you're really serious about having sex with me, then please save some of your semen for that day."
"Uh, got it."
Honestly, I'm confident that I can ejaculate even after three rounds with this beautiful girl, but I intended to abstain from ejaculating the day before this. She's that much of a beauty.
"I'm really looking forward to it. …If you don't show up, I'll be incredibly frustrated on my ovulation day."
Saying that, the cross-dressing beautiful girl cast reluctant glances at me as she headed towards the station platform.
She said she's going to school, but is she a university student? She's small and her features are youthful, so she might even pass for a middle school student, but her attire looks like regular clothes.
…What if she's underage? I wonder what the laws regarding indecency are in this world.
I'll look it up later, just in case. …If it's illegal, I can only hope that the beautiful girl isn't underage.
But that's not the problem right now.
In this world of sexual norms reversed, I had imagined that if I were to be approached by a woman, I could say, "How about I give you a meal and a place to sleep in exchange for sex?" and live off that. A world where I can survive just by having sex with beautiful women! I was taking it lightly…
I sat down on a bench in front of the station, watching people coming out of the station, people going into the station.
Wearing suits, uniforms, and casual clothes. They're all probably going to school or work. They're really amazing. I dropped out of school halfway, and I've never taken a job seriously, so I'm feeling down.
Passing women glance at me. But no one approaches me.
Maybe being approached by someone like how I was by Shizuki-san is a rare case?
Or maybe it's just the wrong time?
…Hmm.
There's a constant flow of women at this bustling station. There are plenty of beautiful women, but I can't muster the energy to approach them. After seeing that beautiful girl from earlier, I'm not really motivated.
Beautiful women pass by from time to time, but when I consider the possibility of getting rejected due to periods or other reasons, my enthusiasm wanes.
Looking back, I've never actually attempted to pick up someone in my life.
I got carried away when Shizuki-san approached me. I thought I could just pick up women by approaching them and saying, "How about you give me a meal and a place to sleep in exchange for sex?" It seemed like a wonderful world where I could live just by having sex with beauties.
I sit down on a bench in front of the station and watch people coming and going.
Women wearing suits, school uniforms, and casual clothes. They're probably going to school or work. They're really something. I dropped out of school and never really worked a proper job, so I'm feeling kind of down.
I rest my head on the bench and close my eyes. It's common for me to sleep on benches in front of the station when I have nowhere else to go. I'm probably attracting a lot of attention, but I'm used to it. Maybe someone kind-hearted will approach and talk to me. As I think about that, I lie down and close my eyes for about ten minutes.
"Um, are you okay?"
I hear a woman's voice, so I open my eyes. A beautiful woman wearing a black suit and a knee-length tight skirt, with fashionable black-framed glasses that give her a professional look, is offering me a sports drink, appearing genuinely concerned. She seems less impactful than the earlier beauty, but she's still quite attractive. I get the impression that she's very kind, possibly because of her well-put-together appearance.
I like her.
"…I'm not doing too well, so, could you give that to me? Mouth-to-mouth?"