“Nn… chu…… lero…… nn…”

Two girls knelt before her, taking the toes of her left and right feet into their mouths and meticulously licking them with their tongues.

“Ah… Makoto, Ruri. You really have improved… Those movements with your tongues, they’re sending shivers down my spine.”

Seated elegantly in her chair, the Student Council President, Ouran Onikisu, looked down at the two girls kneeling at her feet—Vice President Magami Makoto and Secretary Ogawara Ruri.

“President… your feet… taste so good…♡”

“Even between the gaps… I won’t leave a single spot… I’ll lick them clean…♡”

In a corner of the student council room, the three of them were lost in an act they could never show another soul.

Yet even in the midst of it, they were talking about rumors regarding this year’s new students.

“How are this year’s new students? Were there any nice ones?”

“Mmm… this year is a good harvest… Every first-year shows high potential… There are many who would meet your standards, President…”

“Are there any in particular who stand out?”

“Yes… from Class A… Otomi Asuka… and also, Kokonoe Touka… Those two have caught my attention.”

“And why is that?”

“The former has received many confessions so far, yet doesn’t seem particularly interested in romance… and as for the latter, she recently went through a makeover and has turned into a strikingly beautiful girl…”

“Oh? It sounds like they’re both quite innocent.”

“Yes… that’s why I believe they may possess the pure, untainted hearts that suit the president’s tastes…”

“Fufu… how exciting……… mm… that’s enough for now.”

Then Onikisu stood up and placed her hand on the door that led from the student council room into another room.

Inside was a single large bed, and the interior was simple.

At a glance, it might have looked like a nap room—but there was no reason for the student council to need one.

“Both of you, undress.”

“Y-yes…!”

“Is this… to your liking…?”

Removing their uniforms and letting their shirts and skirts fall to the floor, the two girls were left in nothing but their underwear.

Fidgeting with embarrassment, they approached Onikisu and began to undress her together.

“Now, you two… show me how well you can pleasure me.”

“President…♡”

“Please… excuse us…♡”

The three of them climbed onto the bed.

Makoto and Ruri leaned into Onikisu, repeatedly showering her beautiful body with kisses.

◇◇◇

Today was Saturday. It was my first day off since coming to this world.

I decided to go outside alone to see just how much this world had changed from what I knew.

My sister had stared at me and said, “Are you serious?” which made me realize just how much of a shut-in I must’ve been before.

With plans to check out the busiest place in the area, I headed for the nearest station first.

But the moment I arrived at the station, I froze at the sight before me.

There were no men. Everyone passing by was a woman—even the station staff were all female.

It was unbearably uncomfortable, but it’s not like I could avoid using the train. There had to be men commuting to work or school, yet the density was so ridiculous it felt absurd.

The deeper I went into the station, the sharper the women’s gazes pierced me. But no one said anything.

Apparently there were cases of harassment toward men, but they seemed to be a minority. For the most part, the unspoken rule was to keep your distance.

Standing on the platform, I noticed it was pretty crowded, probably because it was the weekend. The people directly in front of and behind me were all women.

I’d half expected someone to say something like, ‘Men should line up at the very back,’ but no one made a fuss about it.

As the train arrived, the doors slid open with a hiss.

I followed the flow of people onto the train—and immediately regretted it.

It was a packed train.

Women in front, behind, left, and right. A pleasant scent drifted in from every direction.

But the most dangerous part, by far, was the breasts. The pressure was so intense I felt like I was being crushed, and I could feel several pairs pressing firmly against my arms and back.

In this world, it seems men attacking women is considered unthinkable, so no one complained.

They just gave me uncomfortable looks. It felt less like I was being treated as a person and more like I was just part of the wall.

…Please, at least try not to press your chest into me.

Every time the train rattled and swayed, I felt those soft sensations pressing against me from all directions.

Oh God… what am I supposed to do…?

I somehow endured that hell, and just before we reached my destination—

“—That person is a molester!”

“……Huh?”

The instant I heard that voice, sweat poured out all over my body.

There wasn’t a single person on my side in this car. It was over—completely over.

I looked up at the ceiling and let out a long breath.

“I-I didn’t do anything!”

“I-it was her! She’s the one who grabbed my chest…!”

“Look—she’s even saying it herself. Just admit it already.”

“…Move!!”

“Kyaa!?”

The culprit wasn’t me. 

I couldn’t see clearly since it was a bit farther away, but a young woman had grabbed the arm of an older woman. With the victim’s testimony backing it up, it was almost certain that she was the molester.

But just as the doors opened, the older woman shoved aside the people in front of her and bolted out of the train.

“W-wait!”

“I-it’s fine! Really, it’s fine… I’m okay now…”

“I-is that so…? Um… if I overstepped, I’m sorry. My apologies.”

“N-no… I was grateful… I couldn’t bring myself to speak up…”

“I see… I’m glad, then. Please be careful.”

“Thank you so much!”

The girl who looked like a middle schooler stopped her from chasing after the older woman who had fled.

After bowing repeatedly to the woman who had helped her, the middle schooler hurried off.

In my old world, I’d always imagined molesters as middle-aged men. But in this world, it seems that role belongs to older women instead…

Since my destination happened to be this station as well, I got off too and watched how things played out.

And there was a reason I kept my distance as I looked on.

The one who had stepped in to help the middle school girl was my first love—Otomi Asuka.

She’d been wearing a bucket hat pulled low, so I hadn’t noticed at first.

Asuka and I shared the same local station, so there was always a chance we’d ride the same train. 

Still, I never expected to run into her in the same car—much less in the middle of a groping incident.

Her sense of justice, speaking up without hesitation in that situation, genuinely impressed me.

“…………”

Keeping my distance, I decided to follow Asuka.

I’d originally planned to stop by a bookstore and flip through some manga or soccer magazines, but before I knew it, my feet were carrying me in her direction instead.

…Seriously, I should’ve worn a hat or sunglasses.

The first place Asuka headed for was a shopping mall.

It didn’t look like she had plans with friends today. She went into a clothing store alone, came out after a while, then moved on to another shop.

After repeating that a few times, she finally made her way to a bookstore.

Perfect timing.

I’d wanted to go to a bookstore anyway, so I casually picked up a book while keeping Asuka in the corner of my vision.

Every manga was packed with female characters, and even the covers featured nothing but women. Even series with non-human characters were all female.

When I checked the soccer magazines, unfamiliar female players were dominating the pro scene, and almost none of the names I knew from my old world remained.

Had the shift in player demographics completely changed the competitive landscape? Or were there talents that only bloomed in a world like this…?

Thinking about it that way, this women-only world was, depending on how you looked at it, kind of interesting.

“Shit… where’d Asuka go?”

I’d been so absorbed in reading the article that I lost sight of Asuka.

I hurried out of the bookstore, but she was nowhere to be seen.

“Hah… guess it can’t be helped.”

Deciding to stop doing anything that felt even remotely stalker-ish, I started wandering around the shopping complex instead.

Every store catered exclusively to women, and as expected, there wasn’t a single shop aimed at men.

In fact, products that men might buy didn’t even seem to exist on the shelves in the first place.

Thinking I might check out another area, I headed out of the complex.

That’s when I spotted Asuka again, walking along the road just outside.

And then it happened.

“Hey there~ You’re pretty cute, you know?”

“Wanna come hang out with us~?”

Two gyaru-looking women flanked Asuka from both sides.