Author's Note – From King_Fuzu
Hey everyone, it's your author — King_Fuzu here.
Before you dive into this chapter, I need to be real for a second.
Lately, I've been dealing with a few so-called editors who think they can control how I write my own damn story. They keep throwing lines like —
"Add more drama here," "Make every chapter faster," "Readers will get bored if you don't follow the trend."
You know what? That's nonsense.
These people don't care about storytelling, they care about numbers. They don't even read the chapters with heart — they just skim through, look at stats, and talk about "views" and "retention."
They want me to twist my story into a soulless clickbait machine just to please an algorithm.
But I'm not here for that.
I didn't start Reverse Chastity World to chase views or money. I started it because I wanted to build something meaningful — a world with emotions, heart, and purpose. A story that feels alive.
These "editors" act like they know everything, but let's be honest — most of them couldn't write a single emotional line even if their life depended on it. They sit behind their screens, pretending to "guide" authors while taking half the credit and half the pay for work they didn't even create.
Well, not me.
I'm not their puppet. I'm not writing to please some corporate checklist.
I'll tell my story my way, and if that makes me hard to control — good. I'd rather be real than become another copy-paste author chasing clicks.
To all my readers — you're the reason I keep writing. Every comment, every like, every person who waits for the next chapter… you keep this world alive. I see you, and I'm thankful for every one of you.
And to those editors reading this — take your "formula," your fake enthusiasm, and your greedy contracts, and toss them straight into the trash where they belong.
This story belongs to me and my readers — no one else.
Thank you to everyone who's been supporting me from the start.
Stay loyal, stay strong… because trust me, this is just the beginning.
— King_Fuzu
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Chapter 11 – The Last Bell of the Day
The afternoon sun filtered through the classroom windows, painting soft golden lines across the polished desks. Lunch was long over, and two more classes had passed since then. It was the last period of the day, and I could already feel the light, cheerful atmosphere filling the room.
Honestly, being this popular among girls… what can I even say? It's kind of fun. This world really is reversed — girls chase boys here, and I'm right in the middle of it. I couldn't help but smile at the thought.
Our homeroom teacher, Ms. Yuzuki, entered the classroom for the final period. She was tall, graceful, and always calm — her voice carried a warmth that made even boring topics sound interesting. She started explaining the day's lesson, but most of the class wasn't focused.
I could feel eyes on me again from every direction. Some girls tried to hide it, pretending to write notes. Others didn't even bother.
Man, this is still kind of weird to get used to, I thought, scratching the back of my head.
Every time I looked up, at least one pair of eyes darted away, cheeks turning slightly red. I tried to ignore it and focus on the lesson.
When the final bell finally rang — clang… clang… clang! — the room instantly burst into chatter. School was officially over.
As I packed my bag, several girls approached me with shy smiles.
"Haruya-sama, can I have your contact?" one asked softly, twirling her hair nervously.
"Me too, please!" another added, holding out her phone like a sacred offering.
Their voices overlapped, and for a second, I felt surrounded by a wave of perfume and excitement. It was flattering, sure, but also a bit overwhelming.
I smiled gently and shook my head. "Sorry, I'm not giving out my contact right now. Maybe later, okay?"
Some looked disappointed, others tried to hide it behind forced smiles, but no one argued.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone — a quiet girl sitting near the window, staring at me with wide eyes.
It was Saeko.
Her deep violet eyes reflected the sunlight as she looked at me, almost like she was lost in a trance. But the moment our gazes met, she flinched like she'd been caught doing something wrong. She quickly turned her head away, her face burning red.
I couldn't help but chuckle a little. She looked cute like that.
I stood up and decided to approach her desk. As I walked closer, her posture stiffened. She froze completely, as if her body had forgotten how to move.
"Hey, Saeko," I said softly. "Are you okay?"
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out at first. Her hands trembled slightly as she tried to speak.
"Ha—ha—Haruya-sama… ca-can I… can I be your… friend?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
I smiled warmly. "Of course. Why not? And hey, no need to be formal in front of me. Just call me Haruya."
Her eyes widened like I'd just said something unbelievable.
I pulled out my phone and held it out. "Here, take my contact. I'll need your help with learning more about this school — and maybe some study help too."
She just stared at the screen for a moment, frozen in disbelief. Her lips parted slightly as she tried to process what just happened.
(He… he just gave me his number… HIS NUMBER?! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!)
Her heart was pounding so hard she could barely breathe.
(Stay calm, Saeko… breathe… you can't faint here! This is real life! You're holding his contact in your phone!)
Her cheeks glowed red as she looked down, trying not to let me see her smile.
"Thank you, Haru—Haruya…" she whispered, her voice trembling but full of happiness.
"No problem," I said with a grin. "See you tomorrow then?"
She nodded so fast it looked like she was bowing repeatedly. "Y-Yes!"
As I stepped away, I could hear her exhale deeply behind me — like she'd been holding her breath the entire time.
(Yes, yes, yes! I did it! I actually got his number! I'm not dreaming, right? Oh no, my face must look so stupid right now… calm down, Saeko! Calm down!)
Her inner voice screamed, but outwardly, she sat quietly, pretending to rearrange her books.
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Outside, the sky was shifting into a warm orange hue. The school courtyard buzzed with chatter and laughter as students prepared to go home.
A long, sleek black luxury car waited at the front gate. The driver bowed slightly as she opened the door for me.
As I walked toward the car, girls from various classes waved and called out:
"Bye, Haruya-sama!"
"See you tomorrow!"
"Take care!"
Some even clasped their hands together as if they were bidding farewell to royalty.
I waved back politely, smiling. It still felt strange — this kind of attention was something I could never have imagined in my previous world.
Back then, I was just a lonely orphan, working endlessly with no one waiting for me.
Now, people looked at me like I was special… and maybe, just maybe, I was starting to believe it too.
Before getting into the car, I turned and saw Saeko standing near the school gate, her hands gripping her bag tightly.
Our eyes met again — and this time, she didn't look away. Her lips curved into a small, shy smile.
I smiled back and gave a small wave.
Immediately, her face flushed pink again. She waved back almost too quickly, then hid her face with her hands.
"Bye, Saeko," I said softly to myself as I got into the car.
The car started to move, and I leaned back against the seat, watching the school disappear through the tinted window.
Behind me, Saeko stood frozen in place, staring at the road where my car had vanished.
Then she slowly lowered herself to the ground, sitting right on the school's entrance path, her face glowing red and her hands pressed against her chest.
(He smiled at me… he waved… he called my name… oh no, I can't breathe…)
She covered her face, kicking her legs lightly in the air out of pure happiness.
(This is it… every wish I've ever had came true today. I got his number… he talked to me… he smiled… maybe… maybe one day…)
Her heart raced faster.
(No, Saeko! Don't get ahead of yourself! But… still… Haru-kun… you're so kind… so warm…)
As the sunset deepened into shades of crimson and violet, the wind gently brushed her hair. She looked up at the sky, smiling dreamily.
"Today… was the best day of my life," she whispered to herself.
Meanwhile, inside the car, I leaned against the window, phone in hand. I opened my messages and saw the last text from my mom — asking how school was going.
I smiled and typed back:
Everything's fine. Met some new friends today. You don't need to worry, Mom.
After sending it, I placed my phone aside and looked out at the glowing skyline.
This world still felt strange sometimes — the reversed roles, the attention, the luxury — but I couldn't deny it anymore.
I liked it here. I felt alive.
"Tomorrow will be another good day," I murmured, as the car drove through the golden evening light.
To be continued…