Volume 1 Chapter 1 Prologue ~ Day Before The Entrance Ceremony
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One-line situation description: Tough times for adult entertainment store employees.
"Ah, already. I only slept for about two hours yesterday, so it's seriously tough. I'm feeling dizzy and nauseous, and my body doesn't respond... I really don't want to age."
I was complaining on the way home after dropping off a girl from the shop.
Working at a cosplay brothel, I have been subjected to extremely unreasonable working conditions due to the recent economic downturn. Our shop's sales are not doing well, and despite other staff members not coming to the shop anymore, no replacements are coming, so I'm being overworked.
"Ah, a-ah... This is bad, my heart is really pounding..."
Then my vision distorted, and consciousness momentarily faded.
When consciousness returned, a wall was rapidly approaching at high speed.
"Uwa!"
While stepping on the brakes and turning the steering wheel sharply, it was already too late, and the car collided with the wall at high speed.
"Uguah!"
I turned the steering wheel hastily, and due to that, I slammed my body hard against the right door. While being tormented by intense pain, I sensed the smell of gasoline filling the interior.
Probably, the deteriorated fuel hose is damaged, and gasoline is leaking from there.
"Damn, this is what happens when the mileage exceeds a million kilometers. I told them not to let me do shuttle service with a used car I bought from a friend's used car dealer for a few tens of thousands of yen."
Then, the fire quickly flared up, and at the moment when my body was enveloped in flames, my consciousness blacked out again. My consciousness and life should have been interrupted there, but I feel like I hear a voice or something.
[Confirming the decrease in karma value and sustained will of retrograde reincarnation target α. As a measure, retrograde reincarnation target β will be sent back to the past.]
What on earth is this about?
And as the "something" enveloped in flames lifted me up and I felt a floating sensation, my consciousness was completely severed.
* * *
This is for Valentine's Day this year.
"Yes, it's your chocolate."
My mom bought and gave me a bar of chocolate.
"Thank you, Mom. Only someone like you would give me chocolate."
...
...
This is for Valentine's Day this year.
"Here, it's your chocolate."
"Hata-ppi, this is your chocolate muffin."
"Thank you, everyone. (This year, it's five pieces of chocolates... for the return gift, I guess Godiva, so it's about 15,000 yen in total.)"
...
...
Could this be... I don't remember such a memory?
Because you watched over me.
Because you noticed me.
And because you were there.
I must have been able to change.
You are a special person to me.
I like you.
I really like you.
But for you, I'm probably just one of your close friends.
So, I'll say it clearly here.
Make me special to you.
Will you accept this chocolate filled with those feelings?
Is this a dream, or is it the fleeting memories before dying?
And then, my consciousness gently surfaced, and I woke up.
This is a familiar, no, my usual room.
By the pillow, a hand-drawn MAD video of Nico Nico Douga's Perfume Chocolate Disco is endlessly looping.
It seems I had such a dream because I fell asleep listening to this. Well, a woman saying such things to someone like me, who has never had a girlfriend in his life, is just impossible.
However, what I don't quite understand is the mixed memories of receiving chocolate only from my mother as a memory of last year's Valentine's Day, and the memories of receiving chocolate from the girls at the cosplay brothel.
"Akihiro! It's time to wake up. You'll be going to school starting tomorrow."
I hear the voice of a woman calling me. It's the voice of my mother, who should have died a long time ago. Did I really die?
"Come on, don't stay under the futon just because it's cold!! Get up already!"
"Uh?"
The person who pulled the blanket off was, indeed, my mother, who I thought was dead.
"Oh, uh, Mom?"
"If you keep sleeping until this late tomorrow, you'll definitely be late. Tomorrow, Mom will go to the entrance ceremony with you, but are you okay starting the day after tomorrow?"
"Well, I think I'll be fine... I'll set an alarm if I have school."
"Okay, as long as that's the case, get up and wash your face after changing. Breakfast is ready."
"Okay."
What on earth has happened to me... It seems like I've returned with memories of when I worked at a brothel the day before my high school entrance ceremony.
In the fanfiction of old popular series like Evangelion and Mobile Battleship Nadenade, there were often patterns like this, called reverse reincarnation... I have no idea what's really going on.
I got out of bed and took off my sweatpants, which were serving as pajamas, and looked inside the dresser.
"Oh wow, there are only super outdated clothes... Just like me... or rather, Mom."
Come to think of it, I had no interest in fashion at all during that time.
So, my hair was messy and dandruff-ridden, and I would wear the clothes my mother bought without questioning anything.
The clothes my mom bought were often thick and shapeless winter clothes, with illustrations of half-personified dogs, squirrels, and birds.
Most of them were discounted items on sale, so there was no chance of finding something with a good design.
Well, if you're at home and no one can see it, they were warm and practical, but I wish she would at least spare me from ones with illustrations, considering I'm not in elementary school anymore.
"...Oh well, I'm going to school in a uniform anyway."
For now, I change my clothes and go to the washroom.
And looking at myself reflected in the mirror, I think,
"Yeah, this is terrible."
My hair is messy, oily, and my skin is oily too with pimples. If I look closely, my nails are long, covered in dirt, and my clothes are wrinkled.
Man, I really don't care enough about grooming, huh?
My facial attractiveness is neither high nor low; well, I guess being just average is a consolation.
Well, there's a certain charm to not having everything perfect, like having a "funny face."
After brushing my teeth, washing my face, and wiping it with a towel, I head to the living room feeling somewhat refreshed.
For breakfast, it's French toast, scrambled eggs, and a coleslaw salad, along with consommé soup and milk, I guess.
Seated at the dining table, I say "Itadakimasu" before eating.
"Yeah, as always, Mom's cooking is delicious. Dad's at work, right?"
"Oh my, what's gotten into you all of a sudden? Yes, he's long gone from home."
"Hmm, I've been feeling grateful for Mom's presence lately."
Waking me up, preparing meals, handling chores, laundry, cleaning – having a mother who does everything is truly appreciated.
"You, what happened all of a sudden? You don't have a fever, do you?"
"Nah, I'm serious. I just want to do something about my unfashionable clothes... Oh, anyway, I want to get a haircut and feel refreshed, so can I have some money?"
"Yeah yeah, you rarely bother going to the barber, so what's the deal this time?"
"Well, you know... I feel like I've been reborn today, or something like that."
"I hope it lasts, but you get bored easily. Who knows how long it will last this time."
Mother is smiling and seems happy.
After finishing everything, I take the dishes and cutlery to the sink to wash them myself.
"Oh? You usually leave them on the table, what's different today?"
"Well, I thought I'd help Mom a little. Maybe I'll get more allowance that way?"
"Oh, I see. But if you help with the housework, I can increase your allowance a bit, depending on the tasks."
"Alright then. I'm off to the barber now."
"Sure, take care!"
I hopped on my bike and went to the nearby convenience store, got a fashion magazine, then headed to the barber.
"I'd like the same hairstyle as this, please."
Even if I ask for a 'natural mash' haircut, it might not come across well at the barber's.
But going to a salon might cost more than twice as much, so it's probably safest to just show them the hairstyle from the magazine.
Back when I worked at a place like a salon, I got used to reading fashion magazines in the waiting area. But back then, I didn't even know fashion magazines existed.
"Oh, yes, this one?"
"Yes, please."
With each snip of the scissors, the hair falling to the floor makes my head feel lighter.
"How does it look?"
I see the reflection of the back of my head in the mirror, and yeah, I think it looks good.
"Yes, it looks great!"
"Okay, I'm going to wash your hair now."
"Yes."
After having my hair washed and getting my face shaved, which still had very little beard growth, I felt refreshed and clean.
Hair is important, you know.
In times like these, it's best to play it safe instead of trying to stand out and risk looking tacky.
When I got back from the barber, I decided to prepare for tomorrow's entrance ceremony.
I have a blazer, slacks, and a neatly pressed Y-shirt. It's a bit loose-fitting, but I guess mother bought it bigger because I'm still growing.
When I put on the blazer and see myself in the mirror, I look presentable. School uniforms are strange, aren't they?
The "me" from before had no idea how to interact with others and was always timid, a lonely otaku who managed to finish three years of high school. But at least from now on, I want to break free from that.
After that, I washed and dried the sheets, pillowcases, and blankets in the dryer. I put a washed towel on the pillow to prevent acne and then I went to sleep.
The pillows should have a lot of bacteria, and that should be the cause of acne.
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