Chapter 5 – The World That Worships Men
When I woke up this morning, I couldn't stop smiling. Everything about this world still felt unreal, like I was inside a dream that decided to spoil me beyond imagination. The sun shone through the soft pink curtains, and the faint scent of sakura filled the room. I stretched lazily and stared at my reflection in the mirror.
"Damn," I muttered. "I really hit the jackpot."
After realizing how this world truly worked, I felt like I'd already achieved everything I ever wanted in life. Here, men were rare—so rare that just existing as one was enough to make women blush, panic, or treat you like royalty. It was like God had finally looked down at me and said, 'Alright, you've suffered enough in your old world. Let's give you a life where you can relax.'
And he did.
I couldn't control my excitement. My heart was racing, and I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot. "A world where women outnumber men one hundred fifty to one…" I said to myself, laughing softly. "And I'm one of those few lucky men. Oh man, this is heaven!"
Of course, I wasn't the original Haruya Takahara. I still remember how I got here. The original Haruya—the one whose body I now inhabit—was a total brat. Arrogant, rude, spoiled beyond belief. He treated his family terribly, even though they loved him with all their heart.
When I think about it, it's almost funny. This family—my mother Ayaka, and my sisters Aoi and Sakura—they're some of the kindest people I've ever met. Yet this idiot of a boy made them cry countless times.
This morning during breakfast, I simply said, "Thank you, Mom," and smiled. That alone was enough to shock everyone at the table. You should've seen their faces—Aoi's spoon froze midair, Sakura dropped her chopsticks, and even the butler, who's actually a woman named Rika, gasped like she'd seen a ghost.
All I did was say thank you. That's it.
In my old world, that's just basic manners. But here? Apparently, it's a miracle.
It's honestly sad how normal courtesy feels like divine behaviour in this world. I began to realize just how twisted the gender dynamics were. Boys here were pampered from birth, treated like fragile treasures, and grew up believing they were above everyone else. Most of them barely worked, spent their time showing off, and treated women like servants.
No wonder my polite tone shocked my family so much.
As I quietly finished my breakfast, I could feel their eyes glued to me. Aoi whispered to Sakura, "What happened to our little brother? He's acting so polite today…" And Sakura whispered back, "Yeah, he's so calm it's scary…"
Mom, Ayaka Takahara, looked genuinely concerned. "Haruya, dear, are you sure everything's fine? Did something happen in school?"
I just smiled and replied softly, "No, Mom. Everything is fine. Thank you for asking."
That single line was enough to make their jaws drop again.
Inside, I couldn't help laughing. So this is the kind of person he was? Even being nice once feels like a national event to them.
Still, I decided I'd keep behaving this way—not because I wanted to pretend, but because this is who I really am. If simple kindness can make people this happy, then why not continue? Plus… let's be honest, being nice might make me even more popular with the girls here.
A world where women chase men? Oh yeah, this is my kind of paradise.
After breakfast, I went to my room and opened the holographic computer that looked like something straight out of a sci-fi movie. I wanted to know more about this world, so I started searching random things online.
The first thing I noticed was the search trends. And oh boy, they were wild.
Top trending searches:
• "How to impress a man"
• "How to gain a man's favor"
• "How to attract a boy's attention"
• "How to make your boyfriend fall in love with you again"
• "Signs that a man likes you"
I blinked. "Wow… in my old world, it was the complete opposite."
Here, women were the ones constantly worrying about impressing men. They read blogs, followed relationship tutorials, watched endless videos on how to cook, clean, or dress attractively for men.
I scrolled further and found discussion forums filled with posts like:
'My boyfriend ignored me for two days. What should I do?'
'How can I make him look at me more often?'
'I spent my entire salary on his gift but he barely said thanks… I still love him though!'
It was insane. The devotion, the desperation—it felt unreal. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to create such a society.
So I dug deeper.
Turns out, the male birth rate had been dropping drastically for over a century. Some said it was due to a global genetic mutation; others believed it was divine punishment. Whatever the reason, the number of male births kept declining until men became one equal 150 women now.
The governments across the world started running massive campaigns to preserve the male population. They introduced artificial pregnancy programs, advanced genetic labs, and something called the "Male Protection Act." Under this law, harming a man—even by accident—was considered one of the highest crimes.
I also found something that made me laugh:
National Campaign: "Donate Life, Save the Future!"
It was a sperm donation advertisement with smiling women holding posters saying 'Your gift keeps our world alive!'
I leaned back in my chair, shaking my head. "Unbelievable… men here literally don't need to do anything. The government protects them, women adore them, and society revolves around them."
But as I read more, I realized something darker.
This wasn't paradise—it was imbalance.
Women had lost their freedom to express natural desire without being judged. They were constantly competing, constantly trying to prove their worth to men who didn't even care. Meanwhile, men grew entitled, lazy, and emotionless.
That's when I decided—maybe I shouldn't live like the other men here.
If I treat people kindly, maybe I can change something. Or at least, make my small world—my family, my friends—a little better.
Still, a mischievous grin crossed my face.
Of course, that doesn't mean I won't enjoy myself.
"Let's be honest," I whispered, smirking. "If being polite already made my sisters and mom act so adorably flustered… imagine what'll happen when I start treating girls at school the same way."
I laughed quietly to myself. "Time to see how far good manners and charm can take me in this world of desperate women and arrogant men. Maybe I'll make history… or maybe I'll just make a harem."
Whatever happens, I'm ready for it.
This world may be reversed, but it's mine now.
And this time, I'm not just going to survive.
I'm going to enjoy every second of it.
To be continued…