Wearing a black suit in the summer, the black-framed glasses lady. Her black hair is tied into a not-so-high ponytail, and her sweat-drenched bangs sticking to her slightly wider forehead felt strangely arousing. Through her black-framed glasses, she occasionally looks at me with a hint of anxiety. Our joined hands were sweaty.
We walk through the city together. Holding hands in front of the train station drew curious stares, but as we entered the residential area, the number of people decreased significantly. Passersby glanced at me with keen interest, which made me a bit uncomfortable.
The rhythmic tapping of the lady's pumps echoed on the asphalt. It occurs to me I haven't asked for her name yet. While silence isn't awkward, knowing something about the woman I'm about to engage with seems important.
"By the way, what's your name? I'm Miyanaga Yuki."
"Ah. It should have been me, as a woman, to introduce myself first. I'm Uesugi Yukari. Um… It's my first time talking to a man, so I'm… nervous. I'm sorry."
I see. With a gender ratio of 1:1000, this kind of situation might arise. Yukari's face turns red, perhaps from the heat and she's sweating quite a bit. I offer her the sports drink she had given me earlier.
"You sweat quite a bit, you know? …And about that suit, aren't you hot in it?"
"Yes, it's hot. But… is it really okay?"
Yukari asks, seemingly anxious. I respond with an encouraging "It's perfectly fine." Yukari looks slightly relieved. I hand her the sports drink, and she takes a sip, her lips indirectly touching the bottle's mouth. Indirect kiss, huh? Despite having lost my virginity and experienced deep kisses, Yukari's innocent action makes me blush anew.
After that, Yukari unbuttons her black suit and slowly starts taking it off. Underneath, she's wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, and her sweat has made her bra slightly visible. The color is close to her shirt, a shade of white, but her skin color is also visible through the wetness.
I can't help but let my gaze wander to her cleavage. I didn't intend to say something provocative, but I realize I might have been a bit inconsiderate. Yukari folds the suit and holds it in her left hand, bowing her head slightly in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
"I'm sorry, it's a bit see-through. I apologize for showing something unsightly."
"Not at all! …Well, um, actually… it's more like a treat for the eyes. Thank you."
"….! Um, your hand. Could we hold hands again?"
"Of course."
I reach out to hold Yukari's hand. She seems to be in a good mood despite her apprehension. As we walk for a while, a view of a four-story apartment complex appears, with several buildings standing side by side.
Yukari points to one of the buildings.
"That's my place."
I follow Yukari. Her apartment is on the fourth floor of building number three. There's no elevator. Although Yukari bows her head apologetically, saying "Sorry for the stairs", I respond, "Don't worry about it", understanding that she might not want some things to be seen by a man like me.
Her room is on the 4th floor, and as she opens the door, cool air-conditioning hits us, refreshing the sweat-drenched atmosphere.
Right next to the entrance, there are two doors. The room is at the back. There's a TV, a bed, a desk, and also a slightly large stuffed shark on the bed. The curtains are black, and there's a balcony in the back. Beyond the white lace curtains, laundry is hanging, including underwear. Seeing that makes me feel somewhat happy.
Entering the room, I find a kitchen slightly further in, and it's neatly organized. Would this be a 1K apartment?
I thought it would be a more fairy-tale-like space, but considering I'll be staying for the night, this calm atmosphere is actually better.
"Well, it's not a spacious room by any means."
"Not at all. I think it's a lovely room."
"…Really?"
When I offer a bit of praise, Yukari seems genuinely pleased. In the world until two days ago, beauties like Yukari were probably used to being complimented. But in this world where men are scarce and their sexual desires are weaker, she's likely never experienced being fawned over.
Somehow, that innocence about Yukari is adorable.
I can't help but want to hug her, and I notice. Speaking of which, I took a bath this morning, but I haven't washed my clothes.
I'm broke and don't have spare clothes, so I realize it's been a while since I washed them. I was outside until recently, and when I was inside the hotel, I was naked the whole time, so I didn't notice the smell.
Now that I think about it, both Shizuki and Yukari talked to me despite my somewhat unkempt appearance. However, it doesn't feel right to be in this dirty attire in such a nice room.
"Um, I know it's presumptuous to ask, but can I borrow the washing machine?"
"Of course! Ah, it was hot outside, after all. As for you, Yukiteru-san, do you have a change of clothes—"
"As you can see, I have nothing but what I'm wearing."
"Well, I only have my clothes… and, Yukiteru-san, you're quite big."
While I do consider myself slim, I'm definitely thicker than Yukari, who is quite slender. I'm also a head taller than her.
Her clothes would be quite tight on me, and trying to wear them might damage them.
But I really want to wash this dirty attire.
"…Would it be too unsightly if I just wrapped a bath towel around my waist?"
"Umm, unsightly… not really. But, are you sure it's okay to expose your skin in front of me?"
"As long as it doesn't make you uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable? No way! Well, it's… a feast for the eyes from my perspective, and it's like a dreamy proposition…"
Hearing that makes me feel kind of ticklish, but it's not bad.
"Should I change in the bathroom?"
"Yes, that sounds like a good idea. I think there's a towel in a visible spot, too. The bathroom is next to the entrance, the door on the near side."
"Then I'll borrow it."
I say that and head to the bathroom as instructed. Is the one next to it the toilet? I open it to check, and it indeed turns out to be the toilet. I notice it has a bidet toilet seat and that excites me a bit.
I don't need to use the toilet, so I just peek in and head to the bathroom. In the cramped changing area, there's a mirror and a washbasin, and on the shelves crammed with stuff, there are several bath towels with characters of animals I've never seen before.
I strip down and wrap a bath towel around my waist.
My naked reflection in the mirror reveals that due to the lack of proper meals in the past week (except for this morning's buffet), I've become surprisingly thin. While my abs are slightly defined, my muscles are more underdeveloped than I imagined.
Suddenly, the idea of appearing before Yukari in this state makes me feel embarrassed.
But wearing this dirty attire is even more embarrassing, and it feels disrespectful. I decide to leave the changing area.
Upon leaving the changing area, I notice Yukari has been restlessly pacing around the room, probably doing so while I changed. When she notices me exiting, she averts her gaze and turns red. But I can tell her eyes are flickering towards me from time to time.
It's like the reaction of a virgin guy or something.
Although she mentioned earlier that she had never talked to a man before, I'm not sure if most women in this world are like this, or if it's just Yukari's shyness. With only two sample cases and a world completely different from what I know, I can't quite fathom the values of this reversed morality world.
How should I interact with women? What's permissible?
"Is the washing machine on the balcony?"
"Well, I'll take care of it! …I mean, it's not appropriate for a man, especially in such an immodest attire, to go outside even if it's just the balcony!"
…In this world, a half-naked old man going onto the balcony is probably an unusual sight. Or could it be that I'd be able to catch a glimpse of a young half-naked woman on the balcony of an apartment? Is this heaven?
As I contemplate such thoughts, I reluctantly hand over my dirty clothes, even though I don't feel good about letting her touch them.
Yukari looks at my discarded clothes for a moment and then hurries to the balcony to use the washing machine.
I sit on Yukari's bed. The bed where she normally sleeps. Will I be having sex with her here today? Just the thought of it gets me erect. With only a bath towel wrapped around me, it's obvious that I'm already excited from a single glance.
Yukari finishes using the washing machine and returns from the balcony.