The next morning, it's Saturday and there's no school, but to maintain a regular routine, I wake up at 6 AM even on my days off. Since I live alone, I need to prepare breakfast. I'm still a bit sleepy, but I'll be fully awake in a few minutes. By the way, I usually have Western food on weekends and prefer Japanese food on weekdays, so today it's toast.
I finish my breakfast, clean up, and sit down on the couch in the living room. Then I open my phone, and the notifications start going off. I open Rimitter, which has features called "Nice" and "Rimetter." "Nice" is used to express favorites or positive feelings, while "Rimetter" lets you share comments with others.
I have 145 "Nices" and 14 "Rimets," which seems like a solid start? I'm mostly a lurker, so I'm not sure how much growth is typical, but for now, I'll take it. I have 58 followers. Not sure if that's good or bad.
"I don't follow anyone, and I don't give out Nices or Rimets."
For now, I decided to check out the comments. I was looking forward to this. Of course, there might be some haters, but since I'm doing this because I enjoy it, worrying about it is pointless. There are quite a few comments, and just that makes me happy.
"Your muscles are amazing!?"
"Those muscles are so good!"
"What!?"
"I'm wet."
"I want to hug you from behind!"
"You've got a godly back, lol."
"How old are you?"
"I like you!"
"I want to see your abs!"
A bunch of comments that naturally made me smile came in. Thankfully, there were no hate comments. I decided to reply to some comments. Well, I can only really respond to the age question. It's kind of like how guys react to big boobs.
"I'm 18."
My birthday is in mid-August, so I'm not even 17 yet. Honestly, if I put my real age, there's a chance I'd get doxxed. And I won't follow back. I could, but I didn't expect things to blow up like this on the first day, and thinking about how it might keep growing feels overwhelming. This is a private account anyway. I feel like it's up to personal choice whether to follow back or not. I want to reciprocate, but I'd rather do it through comments or requests.
"So, you're a high schooler?!"
"Post more pics, please!"
"I don't want to work on weekends!"
Yeah, I'm a high school student. I see, adults have to work on their days off too. Being an adult is tough. I think I'll just enjoy my high school life. For now, it feels like a good spot to stop, so I'll do that. I set the camera, give a little wave, almost like saying, "See you later." Then, snap! I take a picture. I check the photo and then post it with a little note.
"See you later!"
Anyway, I figured I'd take a selfie for my own version of a login bonus. I think it's all about those daily habits. The challenge may be keeping things fresh, but I'll tackle that later.
"I'm off!"
"Look at you, the husband!"
"Let's get married!"
"The difference from yesterday is wild!"
"Lost some sexiness but gained husband vibes!"
"Seriously, even with the mask on, it's clear you're a good-looking guy!"
As soon as I posted the picture, the comments started rolling in. From what I can see, it seems popular, which is great. I posted a picture of my face while wearing a mask and a wig, but it seems like nobody figured out it was a wig. They probably thought I dyed my hair or something.
I take off the mask and wig, returning to my usual self. Alright, time to hit the gym. I usually work out for about three hours a day. But it's really just to maintain my shape. Since building my body was important in the drama club, it's become a habit for me.
Three hours have passed since then. It's almost lunchtime, but I want to shower first. Before that, though, I grab another picture. I lift my black t-shirt, wipe my face, and snap a photo. My abs are showing, and you can see my body glistening a bit from sweat. I'm grateful for the high-quality cameras in modern smartphones. I add another note and post the picture.
"Had a good sweat!"
I'm editing the video to avoid showing my face. Ideally, I should be in the shot, but if I put on a mask and wig now, I'll just end up sweating, so I decided to post it without them. Of course, I'm not showing anything above my neck. For now, I just went ahead and posted it. I'll take another break after this.
"Sweaty and sexy."
"Those abs are incredible!!!!"
"You really have a sexy body."
"You're ripped!"
"I just got a nosebleed."
"I'll follow you! Do you do cosplay or anything?"
"Hiding the nipples makes it even sexier, not straightforward at all."
"Your arms and veins look amazing!"
Well, it's getting a lot of likes. Cosplay, huh? I'm a total beginner at that, so I have no idea how to go about it. I doubt I can make anything myself, so I might just put that on hold. For now, to meet expectations, I'll flex my arms and hands to make the veins pop. Apparently, if you have too much fat, they won't show, which is considered pretty sexy by some. I snapped a picture and posted it again.
"Definitely sexy."
"I really want to touch you! Or rather, I want to be touched!"
"You have a body that shapes the ideals of more than half of women."
"The slight fuzz on your skin is nice! It gives off a student, youthful vibe."
"I'm into that type too."
"I'm more into smooth skin."
"If that's the case, then it's war!"
"Are we not getting a nude version yet?!"
"Please take it off!"
It feels like a war is about to break out, but I really hope it doesn't just turn into a shouting match. It seems like this photo didn't quite hit the mark either. The requests in the latter half are completely driven by desire. A nude version? I definitely don't have the courage for that yet. I mean, I'm already halfway there, right?
"Don't you have any hobbies?"
"Where do you live?"
"How tall are you?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
With all these sudden questions, I was starting to struggle to keep up with the replies. For hobbies, what should I say? I spend a lot of time on chores, so I don't have much time to play during the weekdays, though I surprisingly have more time on weekends. Hobbies, huh? Let's just answer all at once.
"My hobby is working out. I live in Tokyo, and I'm 178 cm tall. By the way, I don't have a girlfriend."
Well, that should do it. I hit my growth spurt early, so I'm taller than most people my age, so no one will really notice if I lie about my age. Plus, knowing what prefecture I live in won't lead anyone to stalk me. After all, I'm wearing a black mask and a silver wig. My identity protection should be solid. Though no matter how much I try to hide, I feel like I'll eventually be found out.
Alright, I guess I'll wrap it up here for today. What should I do now? I don't have to work part-time since my mom sends me money, and if I manage my expenses, I can save up too. The fridge is stocked, and I don't need to go grocery shopping. Hmm, what to do?
"Alright, I guess I'll study the common sense of this world."
I studied for about an hour, and it turns out sexual regulations were a bit more relaxed. For example, in the world I was in before, it was illegal for people under 18 to use love hotels, but that was lowered to under 16, and people over 16 are said to be sexually adults, and the term "adult" in a sexual sense has become widespread. However, the real adult is 18. This is probably because men are reluctant about sex.
Sexual adulthood also includes the offense of indecent conduct, and if a sexual adult knows that someone is under 16 and engages in sexual conduct with them, they could get arrested. Basically, it looks like high school students are considered sexually adult. To put it simply, junior high school students aren't allowed to touch anyone.
That was the only thing that had changed. Not much else was different. The laws hadn't changed much either. In this world, women go out to work, while men seem to handle housework. It looks like the idea of chastity wasn't the only thing that flipped.
Maybe I should just avoid going out after all. But I really want to eat out for the first time in a while, so I'll go. I changed my clothes, grabbed my wallet and smartphone, and headed outside. It was pouring yesterday, but today it's sunny. It's a bit humid, but I can handle it.
There's another reason I'm going out. I want to study cosplay. I think I might find something better by seeing it in person since the internet can be unreliable. I'd like to buy a book on the subject if there's one available. After hitting up a family restaurant, I went to a bookstore, but a bunch of girls came up to me trying to flirt.
I thought to myself. Sorry, I'm busy. I need to focus on my secret account.
In my mind, I thought about doing what they call reverse pick-up in this world and having sex, but first, I need to get into the right mindset to pick up girls and take it all the way. You got this, me! I want to lose my virginity over summer vacation and take my first step into adulthood!
But Rio himself doesn't realize that it's usually the woman who invites a man, not the other way around, and similarly, it's usually the woman who proposes marriage... Plus, he nearly spit out her tea when he found out his follower count hit four figures in just two days, amazed by the internet's power to spread information.