Chapter 5: Thick Thighs Are a Blessing to Civilization
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"First-year Class E? I swear yesterday it said Class A…"
Kihara stared at his student ID, now mysteriously altered, completely baffled. He was certain his memory wasn't wrong–yesterday, it clearly read First-year Class A.
"Don't tell me my class changes every day… what is this, Kihara's Morning Shuffle?"
Shrugging it off with a casual complaint, he decided to first check out Class A for clues before heading to Class E.
Even though he'd already graduated long ago and was technically a working adult, his appearance hadn't changed much since high school, aside from that faint "office worker aura" etched into his soul.
Dujuan High School wasn't far from his apartment—just a 10-minute walk. No need to squeeze into a crowded train full of JKs (high school girls), which honestly felt like a bit of a missed opportunity.
I was hoping to cleanse my soul by admiring youthful skirts and ponytails… guess I'll have to settle for the classroom.
According to tokusatsu logic, after a protagonist's first transformation, a second monster attack usually follows soon after.
And if the protagonist is a student? Then chances are high the next attack will happen at school.
Kihara had already prepared himself mentally.
Yesterday's monster was clearly a beginner-level enemy—slow, incomplete, and basically brainless.
Hopefully the next one doesn't have a weird pointy head… that'd be annoying to deal with.
As soon as he stepped through the school gates, the overwhelming youthful energy hit him like a punch to the face.
Everywhere he looked—lively, energetic high school girls. Healthy, beautiful legs on full display.
JKs and the "absolute territory"… truly treasures of human civilization.
And lolis… the foundation of civilization itself.
After silently offering his respects to this sacred truth, he checked the campus map and quickly found Class A.
He walked in, looked around.
"…Who's that guy?"
"Is he from our class…?"
Aside from whispers like that, he found nothing useful and left shortly after, heading toward Class E.
The biggest difference between Class A and Class E?
The moment he entered Class E, his eyes were instantly captured.
A pair of dazzling, fair, perfectly shaped thighs.
A cream-colored knit sweater barely covered a black pleated skirt, leaving those soft, snow-white thighs completely exposed.
At first glance… it almost looked like she wasn't wearing a skirt at all.
I don't know her name… but damn, those are amazing legs.
Thick thighs truly are a blessing to civilization!
"Hey, hey, Kihara—staring at Rikka's legs like that, what exactly are you planning?"
A teasing voice interrupted his admiration.
A short-haired tomboy stepped in front of him, grinning mischievously as she nudged his shoulder.
"Don't tell me… yesterday's 'advice session' had something to do with legs?"
Kihara had no idea who she was.
Time to use the classic transmigrator technique.
Amnesia.
He put on a confused expression and politely asked:
"Sorry… who are you?"
"Huh?" The girl blinked, shocked. "You're seriously pretending not to know me over a joke?"
"Sorry, I hit my head yesterday. I've lost some of my memory. This morning I even walked into the wrong classroom."
"Whoa… are you okay?"
"Thanks for asking. Other than some memory loss, I'm fine."
"…Alright. Just call me Namiko. Your seat's over there—get some rest."
"Thank you, Namiko."
"Y-yeah… no problem."
She quickly ran back to her friends.
"Rikka, Ren—he actually has amnesia! Or is he just pretending because he got caught staring at legs?"
The girl wearing a mask replied calmly,
"I did see him go to Class A this morning. Might be real."
"Amnesia sounds serious… what if you lost your memory, Namiko?"
"Hey! I just defended your legs and this is how you treat me?! Take this—Divine Punishment!"
"Hahaha! Stop, stop, I give up!"
Amid the lively chatter, Kihara walked to his assigned seat.
And froze.
Sitting there, smiling sweetly with her chin in her hands, was Akane Shinjo.
He smiled and greeted her:
"Good morning, Shinjo."
"Good morning, Kihara."
From the back, Namiko immediately shouted:
"Hey! You said you had amnesia! Then how do you know her?!"
Akane quickly stepped in:
"He really does have amnesia. Yesterday he even asked me for my name."
"Oh… if you say so…"
Akane walked over to Kihara, hands behind her back, leaning slightly forward with a charming smile.
"Kihara… you're really not pretending, right?"
Her posture brought her dangerously close.
Her full chest strained against her white shirt, filling most of his vision. A faint shampoo scent drifted into his nose.
Their faces were so close.
If he moved just a little, he could kiss her.
Kihara, whose romantic experience came almost entirely from dating sims, was completely overwhelmed.
His heart raced wildly. Blood rushed uncontrollably.
THUMP!
Something hit the underside of the desk.
Akane frowned slightly, curious.
The girl across from them looked shocked, as if she'd seen something unbelievable.
Akane leaned down, about to check,
Kihara panicked and grabbed her shoulder.
"Shinjo! Class is about to start—if you're free at lunch, I'll answer everything!"
"…Alright."
She nodded and returned to her seat, though her eyes lingered on where he touched her.
…I didn't feel disgusted?
Is it because of how cool he looked yesterday…?
Akane Shinjo—the creator, the "god" of this world.
She despised rude people. Anyone who annoyed her would quietly disappear, erased by the monsters she created.
Normally, if a boy touched her like that.
He'd already be marked for deletion.
But Kihara was different.
He's handsome… he saved me… and he's interesting.
So I guess… he's allowed to be a little rude to a god.
She happily swung her legs under the desk, already planning what to ask him during lunch.
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