Chapter 1.

Hello dear readers.

I'm Ethan.

In the late afternoon, as I approached the nearest station, I caught a glimpse of myself in the glass pane near the entrance and I couldn’t help but stop.

Wearing a white oversized T-shirt and black skinny jeans, I had put together this outfit based on information I found on the internet, thinking it couldn’t go wrong. It seemed to look okay, but to be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure if I had chosen the right look, so I had been feeling anxious since leaving home.

“Are you doing a fashion check? Hmm…, I didn’t know you had these kinds of clothes.”

Suddenly, another figure appeared in the glass, the same height as me, with an unusual hairstyle – black in the front and bright blue in the back, a style I had been seeing a lot lately (they call it inner color). She was wearing an oversized green T-shirt that was almost like a dress (it went down to her knees) and reluctantly, I knew her all too well.

"Rina, what’s your deal every time? You always show up whenever I come to the station. Are you stalking me or something?”

“Well, I live around here too, so it’s normal for us to run into each other, right? Whenever I see Etty, I just have to chat with him~"

She slapped my back in a familiar and intrusive manner. This was Rina, the annoying girl who had been bothering me since high school. Ever since I started living alone in an apartment nearby after entering college, our encounters had skyrocketed and her annoyance knew no bounds.

"Stop calling me ‘Etty’ in public. What if people think a panda escaped?”

Because my name is Ethan , she calls me ‘Etty’. It’s a very straightforward nickname she gave me during high school. I’ve never once acknowledged this nickname, but thanks to Rina’s persistence, it has become firmly established among the people around us. People often approach me with comments like, “Are you the famous ‘Etty’?” and treat me like a funny character. It’s incredibly annoying.

“Sure, whatever. What’s up? Even though you’re an amateur virgin, you’re all dressed up. Are you going to some fancy restaurant? Can you pick out AV actresses there?”

“It’s just my regular attire. And yes, I may be an amateur virgin, but it doesn’t mean I’m constantly visiting brothels.”

One of the things I disliked the most about Rina was that she always made fun of me for being an inexperienced virgin. What’s wrong with an adult man visiting a brothel? I’m not going there all the time and it’s better than being a pure virgin.

“How did you come up with this outfit when searching for it? It’s so conservative that it probably doesn’t even show up when you search for ‘men’s fashion in your twenties'.”

Don’t pry into my search history. I replaced the faces of the models with my own in my imagination and ended up with this result for each outfit, thinking, “Something’s not quite right.”

“Don’t underestimate me. I’ve been to the store and picked them out myself. They’re not cheap either. Look, both the top and bottom have good fabric.”

“Caring about fabric quality is something only mothers who buy clothes for their middle school sons and virgins who don’t know anything about brands do. I think it’s better to just buy what the mannequins are wearing rather than having someone like you choose clothes. Want me to pick out clothes for you right now? ~”

While she exuded a gal-like atmosphere, Rina spoke in a way that gave the impression she wasn’t particularly intelligent. But when it came to insulting me, she spoke fluently and without hesitation, like a street vendor selling seven spices.

“Ugh, shut up! I have plans after this, you know! I don’t have time to be your dress-up doll!”

“Ehh~ Etty, you know? I’m suggesting we go on a date under the pretext of choosing clothes~ Do you have something more important to do? ”

“I do!!!!”

After emphatically declaring that, I walked toward the ticket gate, firmly planting each step on the ground. I shouldn’t take seriously the jokes of a woman who toys with guys like me. If I gave in even a little, my pure-hearted virginity would be ridiculed and I wouldn’t gain anything but the loss of money and reputation. I’m different from the sex workers who provide sexual services with responsibility if you pay them – I don’t do that.

“Etty! Wait a minute! Your underwear still has the tag on it!”

“Huh…!”

I stopped and turned around, wanting to check the back of my pants. As I did, I found Rina squatting down at my feet, looking up at me with a grin as if she had been waiting for me.

“Oh, no way~ It’s your first time wearing this outfit, isn’t it? ”

I was pissed, “…Should I kick you right now?”

Seriously, this short girl was really pushing her luck, wearing a mischievous expression. And just behind her oversized T-shirt, there was an unprotected gap due to its size, revealing a glimpse of two large breasts. Despite her gal-like appearance, Yamura rarely wore low-cut tops. Even through her clothes, the size of her chest was evident, but you could only catch a glimpse of her cleavage and the opportunity to see it directly was rare. It was like those popular idol swimsuit photos where there was an absurd amount of fabric and you couldn’t see anything important. But this time, quite a bit was exposed and I couldn’t help but feel fortunate. It was somewhat refreshing to have a successful retaliation, having seen the part she always kept hidden.

“Etty would never do something like that~ He’s a ‘kind’ virgin boy "

This was irony, taking into account the cruel fact that kind guys don’t get attention. In this crazy world where guys who act tough get attention, Rina’s seemingly substantial large breasts and her flashy appearance, combined with her shallow and repetitive conversations, were probably being enjoyed freely by her boyfriend, who seemed like the kind of guy who lived for the moment with no substance. Well, I’ve never actually seen Rina's boyfriend. Girls like her probably keep multiple guys around and there’s likely a never-ending stream of clueless boyfriends who only think with their genitals. After all, she has a good face and body.

“…Hmph! Indeed, I’m different from the delinquent guy who beats up girls you seem to be dating.”

“…Etty, you always talk about my imaginary boyfriend, but I don’t have one, you know?”

…She doesn’t have one. Huh, well, whatever!

“…Oh, never mind. It’s not important.”

“Actually, if you keep getting so close to someone else’s girlfriend like this, I think it’s Etty who’s more likely to get punched.”

“That’s just unreasonable! You’re the one getting all touchy-feely!”

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End of chapter 1

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