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The beach, men's changing room.

"Hey, Akasaka, are you ever going to come out?" Sogo Doma said ominously, looking at Ryunosuke Akasaka, who was huddled off to the side, trembling after changing into his swim trunks.

The law of the world was that anyone flat—ah, no, I mean a little boy with no chest at all—had to be bullied. And there was absolutely no pressure involved in bullying them.

Ryunosuke Akasaka: "Σ(°△°|||)"

He really shouldn't be here. He should be at home, where he could just watch people being lovey-dovey.

"Here, I'll take the key to your locker for now. I'll wait outside!" Sogo Doma said, twirling the key around his finger.

W-wait! Couldn't I change back into my clothes and wait here? Watching Sogo walk farther and farther away, Ryunosuke weakly reached out. But between his introverted personality and his fear of crowds, he just couldn't bring himself to say it.

And so,

all he could do was watch Sogo Doma disappear into the distance.

Ten minutes later.

"Man, what's Akasaka doing? Why hasn't he come out yet... Did he drown in a sea of men? I never would've guessed he was that kind of guy. Maybe I should be glad I've managed to stay pure until now..."

"Come to think of it, doesn't my memory say he had a thing with that Lisa—or was it Riva? Rita? Did I get it wrong?"

"Wait!? How could he have a thing with a girl if he's afraid of the opposite sex? Was that actually just a smokescreen Akasaka put up..."

"Yikes!" Sogo Doma sucked in a breath at the thought. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it got!

It wasn't Sogo's fault for letting his imagination run wild. The atmosphere at the beach was just too awful. Countless men and women walked around in groups, and the sight was enough to stir up anyone's hormones.

"Sweetie~ Let's go do that!"

"Surfing?"

"Yeah! Like Titanic. I'll stand in front, and you can hold me..."

A # appeared on Sogo Doma's forehead, and he went, "Bleh!"

That was nothing compared to another couple:

"Sayuna!"

"Shinji!"

"Sayuna!"

"Shinji!"

Sogo Doma: "Bleh!"

What the hell was this, some cheesy eight o'clock soap opera? If he didn't want to get arrested, Sogo would've loved to punch each of these people until they cried!

MMP!

Sure, there were other reasons he'd rather not talk about, but Sogo Doma really had come to the beach with a man? Um, a boy? Um, a bottom? That was already irritating enough, and now people were rubbing their romance in his face? Did they really think his blade wasn't sharp?

Fortunately, Sogo could still control himself.

"Hahaha... This lovey-dovey crap is all someone else's fault, right? Akasaka's, right? It's all Akasaka's fault! If he hadn't held things up, I wouldn't have to sit here watching people be all lovey-dovey. Heh..."

"Akasaka, Akasaka! You're done for. Even God couldn't save you, I'm telling you..."

Wait!

As Sogo was making threats in his head, something occurred to him. This was a world where morality was in decline and good customs were fading—who knew what God was like? And the power imbalance was too great. Even if God sent a lazy angel, that'd be more than he could handle.

He quickly took back the thought. He was a decent guy who knew how to give people face...

Just as Sogo stood there with his arms folded, growing impatient, an annoyed voice reached him.

"Boring. A bunch of people with romance on the brain. You come to the beach on such a hot day just to show off your relationship?"

A kindred spirit!

Sogo felt like he'd found his people. That's right! Coming to the beach on a scorching summer day just to show off your relationship deserved divine punishment!

And it wasn't just showing off their relationship—

That stupid Imouto who'd come to the beach on a scorching summer day to hang out with a bunch of terrorists also needed to be punished!

Following the voice,

Sogo Doma spotted a silver-haired little girl, thirteen or fourteen years old, who'd just reached puberty.

And then...

"Crack!" Sogo suddenly felt a certain string inside his brain snap.

He, Sogo Doma, was a transmigrator who'd lived two lives. Sure, Cthulhu's mental pollution had gotten to him for a while, but now he actually shared an opinion with a little girl? Hahaha... Was he really that childish? Impossible!

Meanwhile,

perhaps Sogo's gaze had been too intense, because the silver-haired girl looked over at him, too.

But—

"Honestly," she sighed after only a glance. "This is why I say the beach is boring. And even at this age, boys are already having all sorts of pointless fantasies?"

Hearing that, Sogo Doma wore a bewildered expression for the first time. "?_?"

Huh? What was going on?

The silver-haired girl seemed to have plenty of experience. She walked straight up to Sogo. "Give up before your romance-addled brain starts overheating. I, for one, am against romance!"

Sogo Doma: "???"

Silver-haired girl: "So stop staring at me with that intense look."

Sogo was utterly confused. The silver-haired girl seemed to think she'd figured out what he was thinking. She gave a soft laugh and turned to leave, leaving Sogo standing there, frozen in black and white—yeah, right!

He wasn't some kind of lolicon—

In the blink of an eye, Sogo Doma had figured it out. His gaze had probably caused some kind of misunderstanding. Come to think of it, should he start squinting all the time?

After thinking it over, he decided against it. Absolutely no squinty eyes. The rule that squinty-eyed people were all monsters applied throughout this entire world. He, Sogo Doma, wasn't a monster, but an ordinary transmigrator.

But wait a second!

Watching the silver-haired girl walk farther away, Sogo smiled. He was always the one wronging—no, scolding—other people. Now he'd been wrongfully accused for no reason.

Was he the sort of person who could take a loss? Obviously, yes. Sogo Doma had always believed that taking a loss was a blessing, and he let others reap the blessings. A bona fide good person.

So he spoke up.

"Hey, whitey!"

The silver-haired girl, who'd just walked a short distance, stopped. She called herself against romance, but seemed to care a lot about her appearance. And what the hell kind of nickname was "whitey"?

"You call yourself against romance, but aren't you the one with romance on the brain?" Doma said with an angelic smile.

The silver-haired girl turned around, looking utterly unimpressed. "What are you trying to say?"

"Do you even know what love is?" Doma said ominously.

For a moment, the silver-haired girl felt she was in her element. Sure enough, he was just like those people in books. Asking if she knew anything about love was obviously his way of getting her attention. Talking about being devoted...

But before she could retort,

Doma, the love expert, sneered and began, "Love is nothing more than the mutual attraction of male and female hormones. Those couples in the honeymoon phase are simply producing large amounts of dopamine in their brains..."

The truth.

The truth of love, brought to light by knowledge, was laid bare before the silver-haired girl. Love? What did a man of science need with love?

"When two people are together and their bodies can no longer produce enough dopamine, they enter a period of boredom..." Statistics showed that troublesome kids who talked to themselves like this usually had family problems, so Doma, the master of twisting the knife, had to make her understand what "kind" concern really meant!

"That's not true..." Sure enough, he seemed to have touched a sore spot. The little girl who prided herself on being against romance was the first to object.