---A Classroom Incident---
It was a few weeks after I transferred to the class and had started to fit in. I had also made some male friends, and among them were Nikubu and Garino, with whom I often hung out. We were having a meal together, passing the time in the afternoon.
"Nyahaha! Nyahaha! While breasts are more attractive, Garino, are you finally losing your marbles?" Nikubu taunted Garino after finishing his beef bowl.
"You shouldn't talk with your mouth full. Your manners are terrible," Garino replied, looking stern.
I kept silent and enjoyed my tamagoyaki.
"Nikubu, I thought you were my best friend, but it seems not anymore," Garino said with a straight face.
"On the contrary, you eat too little. That's why you're called Garigari-kun," Nikubu retorted.
"Breasts are filled with dreams, hopes, and affection. They are soft and can accept any sinner. They are the savior," Nikubu declared, revealing his preference for breasts.
"Butts are better, no question. Peaches have always been considered the fruit of immortality. Do you know why? Because they look like butts," Garino countered, revealing his preference for butts.
"No, Garino. I'm talking about salvation. Do you know what was the first thing a human being ever put in their mouth? It was breasts. People are born from breasts and die with breasts," Nikubu argued.
"Nikubu! The shape of a heart. If you flip it over, it becomes the shape of a butt. It's a metaphor. Butts are the highest thing in this world!" Garino rebutted.
Nikubu and Garino continued to heat up their debate. Soon enough, the argument spread among the male students in the class, turning into a full-blown battle.
"Breasts!"
"I'm a butt person!"
"Don't mess around! Take it outside!"
"Fine. I'll take you on. It's been a while since I've gotten worked up," Garino said.
"I'll fight you with all I've got!" Nikubu replied, as the classroom began to turn into a potential brawl.
"Enough is enough," I thought. I climbed onto the platform and struck the blackboard.
"Listen up, comrades!" I exclaimed.
"What the hell do you want?" the male students replied in unison, turning their attention to me.
"Which is better, breasts or butts? It's a foolish question. It's a joke. It's something a clown would ponder." I spoke in a calm, firm voice.
In response, the male students quieted down and looked at me, intrigued.
"Breasts. Butts. Who cares? We're all here to learn," I continued. "Let's focus on what's important and put this silly debate to rest."
With my words, the debate was put to rest, and the male students resumed their studies.
"People, suffering, pain, and grief. The solution to humanity's history has already been proven. But let me get straight to the point. Breasts and buttocks are both sublime. How much blood and tears have been shed due to the conflict between the two? It's sad, your conflict. Let's stop the war. The war between the breast and butt factions has already ended. Let's end this sad dispute here. However, there's one thing you haven't forgotten: the big solution. It's something you learn even in high school curriculum. The existence of thighs."
For a moment, the classroom fell silent, as if time had stopped.
"Amachi. You. You were a thigh person all this time!?"
"I don't get it. You're a traitor too!"
"You, come out too!"
"I'm disappointed in you, Amachi!"
The male students in the class launched an all-out verbal attack on me.
These chimpanzees are hopeless.
Mahoro Academy is a zoo for beautiful girls, even for general students.
Yet, why are there only unpopular guys in the D class? Kazane, the main character of Megashuva, had normal classmates.
Why do I only have idiots as classmates in my assigned D class?
This is a noble society, you know? I'm a VIP's heir.
Where are the sneaky guys who say things like that?
Why isn't there a creepy guy who talks about school caste stuff in this class?
It's abnormal, isn't it?
Only weirdos are here! It was from Kazane's point of view, wasn't it?
Someone who speaks up to the aristocratic society and school caste.
Let me experience being a lowlife in the school caste more. It's disrupting me to play the small fry.
Anyway, I have to focus. I can't keep talking about that.
I took a deep breath and slammed the chalkboard again with a loud noise.
"Be quiet!!!"
I started speaking again.
"Thighs. That's Mother Earth: with plump and fleshy thighs. People feel sexually aroused by breasts. That's an appeal to get a mate. The same goes for the butt. People are sexually aroused for the sake of getting a mate. It's the fate and karma of people. However, thighs don't have that function. Thighs If there are breast and buttock factions, then there must be other factions, right? Let's assume that there's a thigh faction. The proof for this was long. The proof for leg, hair, navel, protruding teeth, and lips factions. Several solutions emerged. As many solutions as there are people. This was a great discovery in modern science. There are infinite answers. Beyond the contrapositive of breast and buttock factions lies infinite possibilities of ∞ Infinity"
As the male students listened, the room fell silent. The female students either ate their meals quietly or ignored the speaker to chat amongst themselves.
"Look! This is the proof!"
The speaker wrote something hastily on the blackboard.
Formula: (OPS→H) = ∞
"If breast and buttock factions exist, assuming there's a thigh faction = ∞."
"Look! I'll teach you all. You idiots."
The male students were tense, staring at the speaker with bated breath.
After taking a deep breath and looking around the room, the speaker began:
"This is the greatest proof of modern physics. Thighs. There, the wisdom of humanity is born. The universe as a whole. Feeling sexual excitement from thighs means that the human brain has evolved. Welcome. To humanity. To freedom. To a new era.
All your unsolved problems will be forgiven under my name. Show me the new era!"
The speaker adjusted his tie ostentatiously before concluding his speech from the podium in front of the class. The room was silent once again, save for the sound of clapping. The clapping, starting softly from the edges of the room, grew gradually louder until it turned into a standing ovation.
But even as they applauded, one of the male students spoke out hesitantly,
"Actually, I prefer armpits."
Once he spoke up, others began confessing their preferences as well.
"I'm not into breasts. I prefer soles of feet,"
"I like soft upper arms,"
"I only get excited over swimsuits,"
"I like interview scenes in adult videos. They stir my imagination,"
"I'm a tights person. I love them even when they're sweaty."
They were revealing various sexual fetishes. They acknowledged and forgave each other.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
There was peace. This was one of the scenes that I had wanted to witness. Everyone was laughing together in unison.
Suddenly, I laughed and stepped down from the lectern.
"Hm?"
I felt an overwhelming sense of contempt. Unlike the male students, the female students' eyes had turned white.
"Why?""
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From that day on, I became somewhat avoided by the female students. On the other hand, I became a person whom unknown male students would seek out to shake hands with, like a title match champion.
Then, whispers of a nickname began to circulate around me. "Liberator" they called me.
As a result, I became the emotional support for the eccentric boys in Class D and gained the respect of students from other classes as an "agitator".
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Amachi is a thigh fetishist, while his friend Nikubu is a breast fetishist, and his other friend Garino is a butt fetishist.
In some other classes, there may be a school caste system or a tense atmosphere. The privileged aristocrats may sit at the top of the pyramid, while the scions of large corporations may hold considerable sway.