Chapter 1 Boobs that disappeared into illusion
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Anyone. I just wanted to be loved.
I’m not asking for much.
Out of 100 people, I don’t aim to be with the top 10 or 20 dazzling ones. I’m just an average man.
But if possible…
Not too good, yet with a university degree (50%).
Not too great, yet holding a company job (50%).
With an average figure among people (50%).
Not overly beautiful, but someone who, when she smiles, is cute. Simple but kind. I wanted someone like that to love me (impossible to measure).
Looking back now, I think there’s not even one in 100 of those people.
I, as now, stand at the most dramatic moment in my life.
I’m terribly confused. I’m panicking so hard, my heart feels like it might tear out of my throat.
This is my second life.
And this world is one where chastity values are reversed.
I’m what you’d call a reincarnated person. I remember my previous life.
In this world, men’s and women’s sexual desires are swapped.
Women stare at men with heavy breath, and at night—they mas***bate.
Men, however, look at those women coldly, repeating ugly jealousy contests and declarations of feeling among same sex.
This world is lost… basically our regular world.
I imagined something common: an extreme excess of females, and men are born just to exist. Having s*x automatically makes them loved.
But that was not this world. Sadly.
I tried with average expectations. I thought, “Men will have it easy—they’re lucky,” and I entered this world with that mindset.
Of course, I kept my reincarnated status secret from others.
Reality wasn’t that kind.
Even though chastity is reversed, the gender ratio is still one to one. Being male gives no financial perks, no special status.
This was the world.
Because come on, right? Girls who sleep around with men won’t become happy—just like in my previous life.
Women weren’t always favored. In fact, for many eras, they were treated poorly. Look at regions like the Middle East.
So thinking being born a male gives me an easy life was an illusion.
I cried a lot. Then I pushed myself forward.
Damn it, I thought, a world with a gender ratio of one to 1000 would’ve been better.
But I didn’t collapse.
I studied. I did housework. I confessed with all my heart to my childhood friend.
We were elementary students then, but it succeeded.
My short-haired summer girl smiled and accepted me.
Even with reversed chastity and new birth, I believed life would continue similarly.
One key thing: she had big breasts.
I think this is very important.
She heard my wish.
”Can I touch?”
I asked. I had very little experience with females. I felt bad asking.
”U-um, okay,” she answered.
Even though she was just in the sixth grade, somehow she felt mature. Our budding adolescence was like a petal opening.
I, reeking of midlife decay, was very different.
The world opened for us.
”Heh—you want to touch a weird place,” she said softly.
I nearly snapped.
This was injustice.
In this world of reversed chastity, a woman’s chest held no sexual meaning except for child care. Breasts are not “a weird place.” Absolutely not.
But it’s okay.
My deepest wish was granted.
Since elementary school I had someone. Jealousy—honestly, I was fucking jealous. I even hated her. But I also respected her.
I came close to becoming that.
It wasn’t an urban legend.
My mouth trembled as if about to bleed.
I thrust my hand. Cherry petals blurred my view.
Yes. I touched her nipple.
And then…
”…Ah—”
Everything vanished.
Her body. The humid air behind the school building. The cherry tree casting summer shadows.
The ground. The sky. The distant horizon.
Everything vanished, leaving only a green wireframe, fading into darkness.
My world disappeared.
──Bwooooon── a sound echoed. My head felt jangly.
I froze, still reaching out with my hand.
I was in a white, sterile room.
All I saw were glossy walls and ceiling, like plastic. And a featureless light fixture. The light was cold, hospital-like.
”…Eh?”
I stood motionless.
Nothing existed.
No summer clouds. No noisy cicadas. No smell of earth behind the school building.
Everything was gone.
”…What is this?”
I whispered again.
Then I lowered my hand, which had been reaching toward her breasts.
My arm, stretched like a summit peak, trembled with excitement, unaware the peak had suddenly vanished into blizzard.
Silence hurt my ears. This was a sterile silence.
I found myself inside a white capsule about two meters long. Its transparent cover was open.
”Eh, eh?”
What is this? I had no idea.
Where am I?
Where is Mahoro-chan?
Right. I had just tried to touch her breasts. They were damp with sweat. My hand trembled from tension.
If I had returned home, I would have secretly bragged to my younger brother. My mother, detached to sexual matters, would scold me: “You must value yourself more.”
…So?
I stepped out of the capsule and stood.
It wasn’t that I wanted to, but I had no other choice.
I had to search for Mahoro-chan.
This was a decided fact.
Even now, at this moment, she must be waiting behind the school building. She must be surprised I vanished so suddenly.
Should I wait here for the princess to come rescue me?
Haha. Well, this is a reversed world, after all.
”…Sincerely—”
Huh? Who are these people?
And why is my heart pounding so loud?
It’s annoyingly loud.
”We are truly, truly sorry!!!”
Whoa—too loud! My eardrums are about to burst.
”Sincerely, s-sincerely…! We truly apologize!!”
Right in front of me, a woman in a white uniform knelt in a full dogeza bow.
She kept repeating her apologies like a broken speaker.
I just watched silently. No—there were no words I could say.
Her hair scraped the floor.
It looked like a mop.
She banged her head against the ground again and again until blood started to stain the floor.
For a moment, I could only stand there.
She trembled, still on her knees.
She was crying.
Sobbing so hard it sounded like her heart was tearing apart.
I wasn’t shocked as much as… just taken aback.
”Who are you?”
The words slipped out naturally.
”Who are you people? And where am I? I need to go back to school.”
At that, the woman suddenly raised her face.
Her refined features twisted, near hysteria.
Tears streamed down like waterfalls—over-the-top, like something out of a Studio Ghibli movie.
I love that studio’s films, but this was absurd.
Then, still crying, she slammed her head against the floor again.
Her skull hit the tiles with a dull thud.
So loud.
”…S-so, s-sorry…”
That was all she managed before falling silent again.
She didn’t move.
I had no idea what to do.
So I just stood there, quiet.
Eventually, I noticed there were nine of them—nine women, all bowing like her.
I’m not a statue, so I finally spoke up.
”Where am I… no, what is this place?”
”This is the Simulation Room,” said the woman with her forehead still pressed to the floor.
”Simulation Room?”
”Yes. A training room for the boys-only education program.
Here, ordinary males experience a one-month course of Old World curriculum.”
What is she talking about?
”We forgot to shut down the power supply. Your Lordship was left behind—for eight years.”
She said it clearly, still in dogeza posture.
If I remember right, I moved to that town when I was really little.
”So then, what about my elementary school?
All my memories, everything since I was a kid—”
”They were AI-generated random events.”
My hands shook.
My feelings wouldn’t settle at all.
Even my knees started trembling.
My head felt light.
No way. So all of this was just… playing with dolls?
I haven’t done that in years.
”Heh… so that means… my life… everything…”
My family.
My girlfriend.
Even my memories.
”All of it was machine-generated visuals and audio.”
So it really was my own solo playtime.
Silence. That’s the only word for it.
She said it so plainly that all the tension left my shoulders.
Maybe when shock goes too far, you stop feeling anything at all.
They didn’t look like liars.
Was this a daydream?
No, more like fainting on my feet. I could hardly stay standing.
I think she said something more after that, but I couldn’t hear it.
It sounded like a tearful confession.
She looked like a prisoner walking toward the guillotine.
The other eight women remained silent, bowing low.
All of them were beautiful.
It all felt like someone else’s problem.
”…Huh?”
My legs gave out.
The floor was suddenly close.
I must have fallen, but there was no pain.
”…My Lord! My Lord!”
The Dogeza Woman shouted.
Her face had gone pale; she was covered in blood and hurt worse than me.
Before I knew it, she had caught me in her arms.
”And then…”
I finally managed to speak while she held me.
The women’s faces showed deep sorrow.
They all looked at me like I was a newborn fawn.
On the verge of tears.
I was, too. My cheeks were cold, so I was probably already crying.
”So… who are you all?”
Or rather—who am I?
The Dogeza Woman answered.
”Your Lordship is a precious male of the Great Japanese Empire.
We are your Imperial Guards.
After your one-month experiential learning program, we were meant to greet you and serve at your side.”
She spoke through clenched teeth, furious with herself.
She no longer knelt. She stood.
Wearing a doctor-like white lab coat, she had evolved into the Lab Coat Woman.
She looked like a doctor drenched in blood.
Probably too much blood. Maybe she’d killed someone.
The Quack Doctor Woman continued:
”It was this fool…!!”
She thrust a severed head toward me.
”Eh—?!”
I couldn’t help but shout.
It was a beautiful woman with black, wolf-cut hair.
Her eyes pointed in different directions.
No more blood, her skin pale.
Still wearing that twisted look of agony.
Wolf cut—no, wait.
Her hair had been sliced clean off with her neck.
”She made the fatal error in setting the Learning Simulation Device.
She left it running.
Do you know how long we searched for you, our missing Lord?
Please… forgive our failure!”
She raised the head high with trembling hands.
”…”
I guess that explains it.
No, actually—what the hell does any of that mean?
”So basically, my whole life until now was fake.
All made by a machine.
And that machine malfunctioned—because of this woman’s mistake?”
”As you command,” she replied quietly.
Apparently, ever since I was reincarnated, I’d been inside a machine—a futuristic learning device for children.
Someone had just forgotten to take me out.
That was the whole story.
”What about my family?”
”…I’m truly sorry. They were illusions generated by the machine. As for your real parents…”
”No, not mine. What about her family?”
My question missed the point.
Still, I asked.
I already knew my family was fake.
But what about the woman whose head had been cut off—didn’t she have people who’d mourn her?
Even in my foggy state, that thought stuck.
She must have had family who loved her. They must have been heartbroken.
Just like me.
I was crying.
I had to think about something else—anything else.
If not, I’d start thinking about myself again.
My family… what are they doing now?
My parents, my little brother, Mahoro-chan…
Family is precious. Family is treasure.
”Please rest assured! She and her family were executed together!”
…Huh?
”Executed?”
”Yes! Out of respect for Your Lordship’s feelings, we did not bring their heads here…”
”Oh. So they were executed. I see.”
The Lab Coat Woman gently helped me sit on the floor, then knelt.
”I want to die,” I whispered.
All nine women moved at once.
Soft arms and bodies pressed against me from every direction.
I was restrained gently, surrounded by warmth. But somehow, I didn’t feel happy at all.
Their faces went pale. Maybe they were terrified of me dying.
”Please forgive us for touching your body,” the Lab Coat Woman said, trembling as if she were about to take her own life.
They all looked horrified by my words.
To them, I—no, any male—must be that important.
But to me, none of it mattered anymore.
Pinned to the floor, I stared at the dull white ceiling light.
There was nothing here.
No smell of earth. No summer sky.
Nothing I’d worked so hard to build as an ordinary man.
Then it hit me: where did the dream end?
When did the machine start showing me lies?
”Ah-ha… haha…”
Tears poured down my face.
Maybe everything, even my previous life, had been a dream.
Maybe it was all some cruel god’s joke—to laugh at me now.
”I see… yeah. Got it.”
That must be it.
In my understanding, I had a life on Earth first.
Then I was reborn here—in this sterile, hospital-like facility—where I spent my early years inside the Learning Simulation Device.
But maybe that previous life never existed at all.
Yeah. I thought of something good.
These women clearly felt guilty. Maybe they could send me back to that dream world.
”Put me back in the machine.
Let me return to that gentle world.
And don’t ever wake me again.”
It was actually a great idea.
After experiencing reincarnation and all its weirdness, I couldn’t tell what was real anymore.
So maybe whatever I believed to be real—was real enough.
And if this hope came true, maybe it would ease their guilt a little.
The Lab Coat Woman’s face turned ghost-white.
”I’m sorry. That is impossible. No, we cannot allow that.”
”Yeah. I figured.”
I had a feeling.
This world must value men far more than that simulated one.
She said as much earlier.
Then the Lab Coat Woman spoke firmly:
”Unlike the device, the Great Japanese Empire’s current gender ratio is one to one thousand.
Your existence is the public’s hope.
You were born with noble duty.
Please, remain alive until your role is fulfilled.”
”I see.”
I said nothing more.
For the first time, I truly looked at the woman in the white uniform.
Large eyes. Sharp, beautiful features.
Black hair fluttering at shoulder length like petals.
Her gaze—piercing, hawk-like.
Yet somehow, she looked kind.
Like a calm, traditional beauty who’d fit right in at a sunny teahouse, picking at dumplings.
Her body was sharp, honed like a blade.
Still, I’m a harsh grader.
She’s taller than Mahoro-chan, but flat-chested. An A-cup, at best.
That white uniform only made the disappointment worse.
And she’s an adult—no room for future growth.
”No hope left, huh,” I muttered.
”You all… I leave the rest to you,” she said to the others.
”I understand your anger. As my only comfort, I’ll take my leave first.”
Wait—what?
Maybe she thought I was talking to her.
She drew a katana from her side—and drove it straight into her own neck.
What the hell? Is she a samurai?
Every guy who sees a news story about an older sister dying in a car crash thinks the same thing.
What a waste.
The Lab Coat Woman collapsed.
Sorry. Even if you’re an A-cup, that’s still a chest.
I went too far.
Saying there’s no hope—that was cruel.
Small breasts aren’t a sin.
I never meant for her to die.
At least… she should’ve let me touch them first.
Small breasts have tiny areolas and firm nipples.
I wanted, just this once, to touch the beautiful woman’s chest in that white uniform—in place of Mahoro-chan.
But what came out of my mouth was the opposite.
Even small breasts shouldn’t die.
There’s no value in death like that. So—
”Death to small breasts.”
The words broke off at the worst possible line.
I’d finally hit my limit.
Then I passed out cold.
And that’s how I, at last, became part of the top 0.1 percent of humanity.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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