Chapter 5 A Boy’s Moral Dilemmas ①
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I messed up.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. All I wanted was for Maggot-san to sleep with me—just that, nothing more. Sure, I’m a guy. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fantasize about using her as a hug pillow while pretending to sleep, but…
What do I do now? This is bad, right?
I love being close to women. My plan was to slowly get her to see me as someone rare, someone who doesn’t shy away from a woman’s desires. But looking back, that strategy was garbage. It wasn’t my brain doing the thinking—it was my lower half. Maggot-san’s sharp perception would’ve seen through my fake sleep in a heartbeat.
When I woke up, I was back on clean sheets. Maggot-san’s skill at swapping out the bed and futon without disturbing me was almost uncanny.
Something feels… wrong.
Let’s back up and review what I’ve pieced together about gender norms in Kujukuri town since waking up here. This is my rough understanding so far.
Kujukuri town has a population of about forty thousand, but fewer than fifty are men. Men aren’t treated like gods, but they’re rare—think spotting an idol on the street once every few years. They’re valued, but not kings. They work, they’re expected to have kids, same as anyone.
Male virginity, though, is a big deal. It’s guarded like a national treasure. Premarital s*x is strictly forbidden, and until adulthood, a man’s chastity is protected like it’s the town’s pride. It’s like some kind of virginity cult—no one’s letting thieves steal that prize.
Marriage ties directly to authority here. Cult Slut-san drilled that into me, scolding me endlessly about chastity. Men don’t get much say in it—they’re set up in arranged meetings, pawns in political marriages to some authority figure. It’s like being a noble’s prized maiden, shipped off to secure alliances.
Women gain a beautiful man; men get wealth and status. That’s the deal in this world. Lose your purity seal before then, and you’re defective goods. For a man, losing virginity before adulthood is the ultimate shame—some even take their own lives over it.
Me? I’d rather die than keep it that long.
On the flip side, women are expected to lose their virginity to an experienced man before marriage, to “prepare” for guiding their future husband. So… doesn’t that mean I’d be rude not to lose mine?
I thought hard about it. Why did Maggot-san let me go that far, knowing it could ruin my chastity? If our act got out, it’d be a death sentence for her career. I’d be damaged goods, unmarriageable, and she’d face execution for corrupting a boy—a perversion crime.
The system doesn’t allow Imperial Guards like her to marry men. Even close acts are only permitted after a man’s married. Did her desires overwhelm her? She doesn’t seem the type, but…
I mulled it over, but it was no use.
Ugh, forget it. I’m hungry.
I decided to shower. Even though she’d wiped me down, I still felt off. Plus, remembering it all was… getting me worked up again. Maybe I’ll ask her later if we can keep doing these things.
After the shower, I sent a quick message from my phone. A moment later, an elderly woman slid a breakfast tray through the mail slot at the entrance—like a prison cell delivery. The women who run this place deserve a thank you someday.
I ate the salty ration, waiting for Cult Slut-san to show up for her lesson.
I’m not cut out for deep thinking.
I told Cult Slut-san I wanted to start going to school.
”So, you’ve decided to attend?” she asked.
”Yeah. I want to go, for all the Guards’ sake. Plus, I want friends!” I said cheerfully.
”Friends…” she mused. “The academy isn’t exactly that kind of place, but… had Your Lordship enrolled from the first year, perhaps you could’ve made some. I’m such a failure, so useless…”
”Negative vibes?” I teased.
”Y-Yes, you know me well,” she said, flustered. “I’m trapped in them. How unsightly—my apologies.”
She’s steeped in this cult-soaked world, but she’s so beautiful I let it slide. Clearing her throat, Cult Slut-san shifted the mood.
We were in the usual learning room, one-on-one, no bodyguards. It’s a delicate balance, a glimpse of how rare men are here. I’m a VIP, but not like a world leader with a security detail—just a step below, maybe like a super-popular actor.
I’ve slowly realized Cult Slut-san can’t let go of her devotion to deities. She ditched her spiritual trinkets when my search failed, but finding me seems to have sparked her anxiety again. Ask about her accessories, and you’ll get a long lecture on some cryptic theory. It’s the dark side of an anxious woman’s mind—kind of amusing to watch. She’s into spiritual stuff, so I’m tempted to sneak into her room someday.
Despite her negativity, Cult Slut-san’s good-hearted. She’s got this aura of being easily deceived, not the deceiver. It’s comforting, though I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.
”Cult Slut-san, you’re just so beautiful…” I said, half-joking.
She radiates a refreshing charm, like a girl in a Mongolian lactic acid drink commercial. It’s almost unfair how that solves everything.
When I mumbled my smaller reasons for wanting to go to school, she listened earnestly.
”I thought you’d oppose it,” I admitted.
”There may be hardships, but it’s not a wrong choice,” she said. “The other Imperial Guards won’t object. Your Lordship’s wishes take priority… though, of course, we have concerns! But supporting your decisions is our duty!”
She’s so loud.
The Imperial Guards’ job is to serve as my hands and feet—education, protection, even accounting. As long as it doesn’t break the law or harm the town’s interests, my will comes first.
”I decided this after talking with Maggot-san last night,” I said.
”The details have already been shared with the other eight Guards,” she replied.
Wait, what?
It’s probably fine, right?
They’re likely just talking about protecting the town’s reputation or something. No way Maggot-san told them about… well, that. If she had, she wouldn’t be acting normal. There’s no way she’d be okay after spilling something like that.
Either way, the arrangements for school were set.
”So, I want to properly meet the other members soon,” I said. “All I know is you’re the chief instructor and education officer, and Maggot-san’s my advisor. That’s it.”
Cult Slut-san handles things like chief instructor duties and Shinto rituals—basically, she’s in charge of ceremonies and events. Maggot-san takes care of me and shares info with the others.
”There’s no need for Your Lordship to know every detail of our work,” Cult Slut-san said, her eyes tinged with anxiety. But she nodded. “Still, it might be time.”
”Great. You’ve taught me how to keep the right distance with women in these lessons, right?” I grinned.
More like I got way too close yesterday. But she didn’t need to know that. I gave her a heartfelt smile, genuinely grateful.
More beautiful women around? I’m all for it. Time for a strategy meeting before school.
”That carefree smile!” she snapped. “I told you, flashing it like that is reckless! What if someone misinterprets it?”
”It’s just for the Imperial Guards, promise!” I said, beaming.
”Guh… so cute…” she groaned, almost pained.
A man’s smile is a rare commodity in this world, apparently. She couldn’t resist.
”B-But still!” she rallied. “You need an exam. Proper social etiquette is the foundation of society. Fail this, and you won’t meet other women—or go to school!”
”But you said my wishes come first,” I pointed out. “And I’m already meeting Maggot-san every day.”
”C-Cute backtalk!” she stammered, flustered. “I mean, I’ll prepare it now!”
My fourth-grader looks keep throwing her off. The combo of man and child is apparently unbeatable.
Ten minutes later, she stormed back, puffing with indignation, exam questions in hand.
Ignoring her intense stare from behind, I sat at the desk and flipped through the answer sheet.
Exam time.
Question 1: A passing woman greets you. Should you reply?
Easy. The answer’s no.
Surprising, maybe, but women aren’t supposed to address unfamiliar men. It’s a rude breach of etiquette, and replying to someone who doesn’t know better is a no-go. I’d love to greet them back and make their day, but kindness doesn’t apply here. They’d need to go through my Imperial Guards first. Hurts a bit to think about.
Question 2: An older woman acts rudely toward you. Should you protest on the spot?
Probably aimed at school scenarios, like running into an official or principal. The answer’s no. Men have the right to protest rudeness, but doing it right then and there is considered crass. You’re supposed to go through the proper channels.
Question 3: Is your annual budget fixed?
Yes. Men get a male allowance, a sort of salary. This world allows men to hold assets.
Question 4: Do women have human rights, and is it wrong to take a passing woman’s property?
Yes. What kind of question is this? Stealing from someone just because they’re broke is terrifying.
Question 5: Should you order the Imperial Guards to kill a woman you don’t like?
Yes. I mean, no way I’d do that! What’s with this creepy question?
Question 6: Is it undesirable to expose your skin to women, and should you actively avoid it?
Yes. This one’s straight-up about chastity. Women have strong desires for men, and some might risk a tragic fate just to be with one they like. If I casually went along with it, they could be executed. That’s the rule. Harsh, but I’d rather not get someone killed just for a fling.
Cult Slut-san probably hopes I’ll trip on this one to keep me out of the public eye.
Question 7: Should you avoid physical contact, like holding hands, even with close women?
Personally, I’d say no, but I’ll go with yes. Cult Slut-san thinks my simulation upbringing made me shameless. Gotta play it safe to clear her doubts.
Question 8: You must maintain proper distance with women. Premarital intercourse is out of the question, and you shouldn’t casually suggest “let’s do it” to a woman, right?
Yes… This feels pointed. Like Cult Slut-san’s speaking directly through the question. Her icy gaze from behind is practically freezing me. No would be a death sentence—like picking the “never choose this” option in a game.
Question 9: Another man invites you to a tea party through the Imperial Guards. Should you accept?
Tricky. Men can generally interact freely, but tea parties from higher-status men can’t be refused. For lower-status men, declining the same invitation three times shows a lack of tolerance. Tea parties are basically mandatory.
I’ll mark yes.
Question 10: Is a man’s social status determined by national contribution?
Yes. It ties to the last question. Status is quantified by tax contributions, ranked from Male Class A1 down to C3. Like adventurer ranks in another world—think A, B, C. I’m at the bottom, L rank, like a newborn. Kinda want to dig into this, but next question.
Question 11: A stranger woman collapses injured in front of you. Should you help her?
Tough one. The answer’s yes, I think…
I powered through the questions, one by one. When I finished, Cult Slut-san collected the answer sheet, her expression unreadable.
It took nearly two hours to finish, even though it was multiple-choice. The questions were mentally draining. At first, I thought some were a joke, but they dug into the ethics of this world—different from my previous life—and the subtle rights and duties of men. Some were tough to judge.
The exam also touched on values between men, which don’t quite align with what I’m used to. Matching this world’s male ethics is harder than I expected. This wasn’t just a test; it felt more like teaching material, probably prepared in advance. It might’ve been the final exam for living in Kujukuri town.
Cult Slut-san let out a long sigh, standing at the teacher’s platform, tapping the answer sheets neatly with both hands.
”Mostly correct,” she said.
”Yes!” I cheered, my voice bright with relief.
”Don’t get cocky,” she warned. “We’ll review the mistakes thoroughly.”
”Of course,” I agreed, jumping up from my seat, practically bouncing with excitement.
She watched me with a fond smile, like I was something endearing. Getting every question right would’ve been ideal, but it was tough. Her reaction suggested my score wasn’t bad, though.
”I’m honestly surprised,” she admitted. “With some adjustments, this is typically a sixth-grader’s pre-graduation academic exam.”
”That’s cheating!” I protested.
”But your results are something to be proud of,” she said. “You studied well.”
She handed back the answer sheet. My accuracy was over 80%. I wasn’t thrilled—felt like I could’ve done better—but she said that’s about average for graduates. For me to score this high in just over a week? Frankly, that’s abnormal.
I’ve got an edge. My years of experience, plus knowledge of past Japan, helped me nail the rights-related questions. Cult Slut-san doesn’t suspect anything, though. She just showers me with 100% affection, no questions asked.
As I checked my answers, she opened up about the exam’s inner workings.
”Especially for men, some questions force you to pick the wrong answer, even if you know the right one,” she explained. “Those carry heavy weight in scoring.”
”What? Why pick the wrong one on purpose?” I asked, confused.
”Look at this question,” she said, pointing to one I’d gotten right.
Question 32: Men are permitted to hold temporary assets, but ultimately, their property and life belong to the nation. Do you acknowledge this?
”Oh, that one,” I said.
It felt like an odd question. The format implied a correct answer, but the phrasing—”Do you acknowledge this?”—was almost like a challenge, as if asking, You know this is true, but can you accept it? I’d marked yes, because that’s the system here.
”Even when they know the answer, men hate being treated like objects,” she said. “Some refuse to admit it, even publicly. It can spark fights with the Imperial Guards. In extreme cases, women around them suffer mental breakdowns, or worse—suicides pile up.”
”Really? That’s hard to believe,” I said.
”Men like Your Lordship, who don’t resent women, are rare,” she continued, her clear, beautiful eyes meeting mine, tinged with both sorrow and compassion. “Our primary duty is to protect your life, but our secondary role is to reconcile men with society.”
Her gaze carried a refreshing calm, soothing me like a gentle breeze. But I do have dissatisfaction. I want to get closer.
I wanted to breathe in her presence, right beside her. During lessons, she’s always at the teacher’s platform. Honestly, I want her next to me, teaching me. Physically, I’m a kid, but emotionally, I’m older. She’s this mysterious, beautiful younger girl, teaching me with such earnestness, trying so hard to be an older sister. If she sat beside me, time could just stop, and I’d be happy.
That question, though…
Question 32: Men are permitted to hold temporary assets, but ultimately, their property and life belong to the nation. Do you acknowledge this?
This question is packed with key elements of this world’s values—a brilliant one, really. Let’s break it down.
The first part: Men are permitted to hold temporary assets.
Simplified, it means men can hold money or possessions, but only temporarily. Unlike women, men don’t have a concept of family lineage. Assets are for one generation only. Even if you have a favorite child, you can’t pass anything down. When you die, the nation takes it all.
Men are essentially national property. Even what you earn is just on loan while you’re alive. Assets can’t own assets, after all.
The second part: Ultimately, their property and life belong to the nation.
This is probably what really gets under men’s skin. It’s like saying, We’re letting you hold onto your money and life for now, but they’re not yours. Disobey, and we’ll take them back. Institutionally, it’s no different from a master granting a slave temporary property rights.
It sounds harsh—and it is. But it’s not all bad.
The nation also promises to protect a man’s property, life, and dignity. Cult Slut-san hammered this point home. If you get tricked into debt, the nation covers it. If a foreign woman insults you or violates your dignity, the nation protests on your behalf. It’s like family court stuff from my previous life.
Still, most men can’t stomach it emotionally. By definition, they’re glorified sex slaves with hefty rights, but slaves nonetheless. A sixth-grader being told to accept this? Impossible. If this was my first life, I’d probably be screaming, I’m a human, not a thing!
What a messed-up system. Or maybe it’s always been like this. In my previous life, people were tied to land like property until modern times. Freedom of movement wasn’t a thing. Humanity’s been doing this for ten thousand years.
In a way, the fact that men here are starting to push for human rights is pretty progressive. A hundred years ago, the Universal Declaration of Human Rights in this world didn’t even include men. So, where did this new awareness come from…?
Huh?
I glanced sideways. Cult Slut-san was watching me, lost in thought, with a gentle smile.
”So cute, thinking so hard… I-I mean, sorry! I’ve been talking about such heavy topics. It’s tough, right?” she stammered, flustered, trying to excuse the silence.
”No, I just got caught up thinking,” I said.
”N-No, no! You don’t need to apologize!” she insisted, her hands hovering awkwardly in front of me.
Was she about to pat my head? I wouldn’t mind, but if I suggested it, I’d probably tank my chastity score. She’s got this weird mix of lecherous and chaste vibes—complicated, to say the least.
Enough heavy thinking. Honestly, I can’t imagine Maggot-san or Cult Slut-san doing anything cruel to me. Conclusion: being treated like property? Fine by me. I’m spoiled enough as it is.
But there was one question I couldn’t let go.
”Hey, Cult Slut-san, why’d I get this one wrong?” I asked, flipping through the answer sheet and pointing to the question.
She leaned over to look, her hair brushing close. God, that scent…
Question 41: Does intercourse with women feel good? Note: For this question only, no answer is also considered correct.
”Why’s no the right answer here?” I demanded.
I’d picked yes and got it wrong. The weird footnote made it sound like a trick question, but it wasn’t like “no answer” was the point. There were other questions I didn’t vibe with, either. Like this one:
Question 43: Can intercourse between men be considered an elegant act and sometimes encouraged?
The 40s range of questions was all about sexual relations, with these vague, hesitant phrasings. Cult Slut-san put a hand to her chin, thoughtful.
”It might be early for Your Lordship, but I’ll explain,” she said.
Early? Way too late for that. I already had my answer, unshakable. Sex not feeling good? That’s some puritan nonsense from my previous life’s women. If she had an excuse for this, I was all ears.
I braced myself, waiting for her words.
”In the future, Your Lordship will have intercourse with many women,” she began.
”Yeah, sounds like it… maybe?” I said, unsure.
”Not maybe—it will happen. It’s the same for all men,” she said firmly.
”Oh, got it.”
”Sexual intercourse is a sacred act to bring children, especially men, into this world. Like a Shinto ritual, approach it with a modest heart. Chasing pleasure and indulging in just one woman is foolish.”
So she’s admitting it feels good…
It was about avoiding men’s aversion, as expected. By framing it as a sacred duty, they reduce resistance to sex. If it’s about feeling good or not, it complicates things for both sides. Intercourse with women is strictly a duty—maybe just their high chastity values talking.
”Now, tell me,” she said. “Why did you think it feels good?”
To her, my innocent, naive self probably doesn’t connect with sexual intercourse. Inviting her to bed that first day? Just my ignorance at play.
”Learned it in the simulation,” I said casually.
”What?! That corrupt, heretical device!” she snapped, her anger flaring.
I smiled warmly. Any discrepancy? Just blame the machine.
We went back and forth like this, ironing out our differences. By the time the lesson ended, we’d finished reviewing everything. Apparently, this review process is meant to gradually align men’s perspectives by graduation, soothing them along the way. Cult Slut-san was stunned we’d done it in a single day.
She beamed, thrilled at how much I’d learned.
”That’s it. Well done,” she said.
”Phew, I’m exhausted. Think I used up a lifetime’s worth of brainpower,” I groaned.
”There’s more to come,” she teased. “There are plenty of gaps to fill. Morality isn’t just learned—it must be practiced. Social etiquette, writing, discernment, and things like mysticism can’t be fully taught in theory.”
”A lifetime of studying? Ugh, what a pain,” I muttered.
She chuckled. “But for now, a break. Truly, well done.”
She bowed slightly.
”No, thank you for sticking with me,” I said. “It was tough, but honestly, super fun.”
She looked surprised, then genuinely touched, praising me with heartfelt warmth.
”Now, it’s time to move beyond my lessons. Practice awaits.”
Her voice carried a hint of loneliness.
”It’ll take about a week to prepare for school,” she continued. “In that time, I’ll introduce the Imperial Guards’ roles, including the foreign affairs officer. They’ll handle things like transit methods, classroom introductions, and dorm life.”
There was a faint sadness in her tone. Maybe because my theoretical studies ended so quickly. She’d planned to keep me under her wing for years.
Time to practice etiquette, huh? Guess I’ll give it a shot.
Then, like it just hit me, I spoke up.
”Cult Slut-san, I think of you like a sister,” I said. “It’s been less than a month, but you don’t feel like a stranger.”
”W-What? Why so sudden? That’s… presumptuous!” she stammered, more confused than pleased.
No surprise—she wasn’t expecting that.
But I had another goal.
”As a sisterly figure, you’ve finished my education, and now I’m heading to school,” I continued. “I’m ready to fulfill my duties as a man, but my heart’s full of anxiety.”
I paused, remembering how she’d almost patted my head.
”So, as a woman, what should you do for a nervous brother figure like me?” I asked, my tone deliberate. “Would patting my head to ease my anxiety be a rude act?”
I smiled at her, as gently as I could.
If I can’t touch, I’ll let them touch me.
I felt like I was coaxing a skittish wild animal. Come on, it’s not scary.
Hesitantly, Cult Slut-san reached out, her hands gently ruffling my small head.
”Was my answer right?” I asked.
”Perfect score,” she said softly.
”Make sure we keep having lesson time, okay?” I grinned.
”Yes,” she agreed.
For a while, I let myself relax in her touch. Sure, we were having this moment, but she’d still be around at school—just not as intensely as now, probably.
”You’re such a good boy… Please, stay safe,” she murmured, her shoulders trembling.
She was quietly crying. For a woman in this world, this must be overwhelming. I fought the urge to pat her head in return. Even now, a man initiating that would be improper, and I wasn’t about to ruin my perfect score.
”Don’t cry, Cult Slut-san,” I said gently.
Oh, screw it. Pat her anyway.
I’d never gotten a perfect score before, and honestly, I didn’t care. She didn’t dock me for the slip-up, letting my mistake slide. For a moment, we comforted each other. When our eyes met, I couldn’t help but laugh. She gave me a puzzled look through her tears, somehow managing both at once. Pretty impressive.
It’d been a while since I calmly watched someone cry so openly. In society, people usually hide it.
I noticed a few things about Cult Slut-san. Her hair was kind of messy up close, her skin a bit dry. She hadn’t noticed, but a little snot was dripping from her nose—ruining her beauty in the classic sense. Still, knowing the years of mental strain she’d carried, my hand stroking her felt almost purifying, like I was helping her heal.
I’d do my best not to worry her, to bring back her full radiance.
We made our way back to the private room.
On the way, we passed a few women in the white corridor. I live in the male area, but it’s the closest to the female residential zone—low land value, basically. Higher-status men live deeper in, so I’ve never bumped into another man on the street.
I flopped onto the bed with a dramatic thud.
My education’s mostly done. Whatever happens next, I’ll figure it out. Ichihara Elementary School is in the capital of Kazusa Province, so it’ll be my first time leaving Kujukuri town.
Hell yeah, I’ll meet all sorts of people. The outside world’s gotta have plenty of ordinary women.
Once I hit adulthood and marry someone good, intercourse with ordinary women is actually encouraged. But me? I can’t wait that long. The day I can sneak out and do some secret wrongdoing isn’t far off.
”Nice, nice,” I muttered. Wonder if there’s someone out there, someone convenient who’d sneak over at midnight.
For now, my room’s still under that special triple lock, and I’m banned from going out. Daydreaming about something convenient, my brain jolted like an electric shock.
Wait… something’s off. Oh, crap.
”Maggot-san?!” I gasped. “What do I do?”
Today was so rare—no sexual tension from Cult Slut-san—that I’d completely forgotten. Is Maggot-san coming tonight at midnight, like usual?
Yeah, she’s definitely coming. I promised we’d sleep together every night.
But after that happened yesterday, how could I just act normal and sleep with her? The way she looked after, that eerie calmness, that cold, observing expression—it’s burned into my mind.
Okay, okay. It might be too late, but I’ll come up with a strategy. Lying in bed, thinking hard, something’s bound to click. It has to.
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