Transmigrated into a World of Reversed Roles
Chappy 45

"Ugh. How am I supposed to walk to the infirmary like this..."

Calling Elias at least helped calm my trembling. But that didn’t mean I could just walk right away.

"Seriously, didn’t you pay attention to the dates when you were going to end up like this?"

Elias's voice came through the phone, responding to my mumble.

I understood why he was confused, but how the hell was I supposed to know that men could menstruate in this world!?

Even back in my old world, I never really paid attention to stuff like this. Biology class never stuck in my head!

Tears welled up in my eyes again as my banana accidentally brushed against my pants.

M-Mom, please help me...

I pressed the flush button. The red liquid that had stained the toilet swirled down and disappeared with the clean water.

With this much blood... if anyone saw it, they wouldn’t even hesitate to believe me if I said I just committed a murder.

"... Huh? You're in the toilet?"

Why are you asking something so obvious?

"Where else would I be?"

"Then that’s weird. Doesn’t your school have pads in the bathroom?"

How should I know? I haven’t even been here a month, there's no way I’d notice something like that. But if they do have them, where?

Elias has telepathy, so even before I asked, he spoke up first.

"Check in front of the toilet, on the back of the door. Should be there, if I remember right."

Carefully turning around, Elias was right. On the door, there was a small cardboard-sized box stuck to it.

Opening it, rolls of cloth—most likely pads—were neatly lined up inside.

... Alright. Now how do I put it on?

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My hand braced against the wall for support. Step by step, I moved.

Students stared as I passed by. The blood on my pants was minimal, but if they noticed how I was limping too, they might think I got bitten by a zombie.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t even in the mood to care.

Because one wrong step or a slip could cost me my entire future.

Indeed, the great hero Elias had saved me by helping me put the pad on.

But as a boxer-wearer, really, it still hurt like hell for someone not used to wearing anything like briefs...

On top of that, I had to hurry.

"Seriously... This might be worse than hell."

Even though I had the pad on, blood kept flowing in short bursts, like a fountain in a park.

It felt horrible, especially since it just felt like peeing. The only difference was the pain.

"T-Thank God I didn’t do any sacred rituals last night..."

If I had, wouldn’t this be way worse?

Thinking about how I haven’t had surgery yet, my uterus was still damaged.

Thank you, Gaia, for making porn in this world completely unappealing to me. Sorry for blaming you earlier.

I really need to be more careful... or else—

"I’m going to die!"

With the last of my strength, I opened the infirmary door.

"Please treat school property with care. I don’t want to be blamed for anything, you know..."

Despite the loud crash, Ms. Mizu didn’t even flinch as she scrolled on her phone, expressionless.

Putting on her glasses, she finally looked up and noticed me.

"... Oh?"

Her brow lifted, followed by a lick of her lips.

"Hello, cutie cat. It’s only been a day~ Are you lost? Or... do you already miss your teacher?"

P-Please don’t flirt with me at a time like this, Ms. Mizu... My banana can’t even stand anymore.

I shut the door and stepped into the infirmary, clutching my crotch.

Thankfully, it seemed Ms. Mizu quickly understood I wasn’t here to play around when she frowned and walked over.

"... What’s wrong?"

"I..."

After I explained what happened, everything Ms. Mizu did afterward completely disappeared from my memory.

As if time itself had been stolen, all I knew was that I was now sitting on the infirmary bed—clean, neat, and wearing a new pair of gym pants.

Holding a cup of coffee, Ms. Mizu stood by the window. The curtains were open, and the breeze from outside made her white coat flutter.

"Between the blood and trembling, there he sat, the innocent now defiled. Not by the wounds of war, nor by the wounds of love, but simply by his tiny little puppy... not yet ready to grow up."

Mistake. This was a mistake.

Instead of coming here, I should’ve just gone straight home.

Even though the pain in my banana had eased and the bleeding stopped, why did it feel like I traded something important just to heal?

Ms. Mizu turned toward me with a radiant smile. She looked younger now, maybe even around my age.

"Thank you, Ren... Thank you for giving me such an unforgettable experience."

"... You’re welcome."

What else could I even say?

If this had happened when my banana was in normal condition, maybe I’d have enjoyed it. But now? I never want this to happen again.

Sipping her coffee, Ms. Mizu placed the cup on the table and walked over to me.

"Well, I know it’s not polite, so I won’t ask how you ended up like this. But still..."

Her hand touched my thigh, her gaze filled with hunger.

"I’m more and more intrigued by you. Do you want to accept my offer from yesterday?"

God, why do you always send blessings at the worst possible time?

What you’re doing right now is even more inappropriate, Ms. Mizu!

Her shirt’s buttons were more open than usual today. And it even looked tighter. Did she purposely wear a smaller size!?

Like a lost girl being approached by the most popular guy in school, my cheeks turned red as I fidgeted with my fingertips.

"I-I already found another member—"

"That’s a lie."

Ms. Mizu put her index finger on my lips.

"I looked into the two of you yesterday. No friends, no connections, not even casual acquaintances. How could you possibly have a member?"

... You’re right, Ms. Mizu.

But did you really have to state the truth so bluntly!? That hurts... If Yuri were here too, she’d probably cry hearing that.

Ms. Mizu continued.

"So, let’s have sex, Ren. Just once is fine. I’ll establish your Game Club if you accept."

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted. Though, not because I want the Game Club, but purely out of lust.

But who am I?

My name is Ren. I’m a seventeen-year-old teenager. I come from another world, a world where gender roles are still normal, and I’m not married. I work at a family restaurant, and get home at 8 PM. I don’t smoke, and I don’t drink either. I...

Taking a deep breath, I looked Ms. Mizu in the eye.

"I refuse."

"..."

"... You’re certainly attractive, Ms. Mizu. But my mind isn’t in that place right now. I want to focus on school. And besides, you’re my teacher. You really shouldn’t be doing this."

Ms. Mizu’s hand that had been resting on my thigh trembled.

Was she angry?

If I went by the norms of this world, Ms. Mizu was like a pervy male teacher targeting his student.

If that’s the case, would she not accept my rejection?

Is she going to force me?

She’s clearly stronger than me. Maybe ... I should just give in right here.

Closing my eyes, I prepared myself.

Ms. Mizu, since my crotch still hurts, please be gentle... At least let me touch your chest while we’re at it.

But what I heard next was just a light chuckle. The feeling of her hand disappeared, and when I opened my eyes again, she had stepped back.

"Hehe. Well, just as I thought. No way seducing a high schooler would be as easy as seducing some sleazy guy in a back-alley district."

A sigh escaped her lips.

"Alright, I give up. Finding a job in times like these is hell. I’m not about to lose one just after getting this comfy position."

Huh? 

She’s ... giving up? Did I hear that right?

W-Why!?

I just steeled my resolve, and now you’re the one losing hope, Ms. Mizu!? 

Snap out of it! I promise I won’t tell anyone later!

Is it my fault for rejecting her too much...?

... Maybe, thanks to Elias’s blessing, I gained a bit of his telepathy.

Because right after I screamed that in my head, I saw Ms. Mizu flash her usual smile again.

"... Or at least, that’s what I’d say. You’re really a cute boy, Ren. I don’t want to give up just yet. But... forcing things isn’t my style. So, I’ll change my offer."

"... Wh-What?"

"I’ll approve your club, fund everything from the room to the equipment, even any tournaments you guys want to enter. But in exchange, just once a week—you keep me company here in the infirmary. Of course ... only the two of us."