Chapter 1 Applying job (Patreon)

My name is Jirou Katesi.

I'm over 23 and stand at 179 centimeters, making me the tallest among my peers. I have white skin, black eyes, and black hair—a pretty average face, nothing too remarkable.

And right now, I am applying for a job at this high school called Aino Gakuen. One of the most popular schools in this city.

The principal stared at me with a puzzled expression, her brows knitting together as she tried to make sense of my request.

"..So let me get this straight.. You don't want the position of a teacher did I hear that correctly?"

"Yes, Principal."

Right in front of me stood a strikingly beautiful girl with porcelain-white skin. Her ponytail swayed gracefully as she moved Despite the subtle hint of her cleavage peeking through, it was the elegant way she crossed her legs that truly captivated me.

She could easily be in her 30s, and she still lands in the top three of any girls you want to marry list at the school.

Any man would kill to marry her.

That is... if it was in my world. Right now her beauty is considered average among the girl in her age.

In her hand, she held my resume, her eyes scanning the details that summarized everything about me—my work experience, my degree, my hobbies, and even my likes.

I waited patiently for her response, but instead of the approval I anticipated, her grip on the resume tightened, crumpling the paper slightly under her tense fingers. Tears began to well up in her eyes.

"A handsome man like you wants such a dangerous job?" she stammered, her voice trembling. "I-I can at least get you a job as a teacher, e-even if you don't have a degree."

Suddenly, she slammed her hands on the desk, the loud thud making me instinctively step back. She leaned closer, her eyes intense with desperation. "Perhaps even being my husband—I mean, vice principal! It pays a lot more and is safer. You can join right away!"

Ignoring her first suggestion and compliment, I could see the disbelief etched across her face as she looked at me, clearly questioning my career choices.

She was trying her best to sway me away from my decision with her well-intentioned suggestions, her concern palpable.

Despite her well-intentioned suggestions, I offer a warm smile to reassure her "No, I still want to have that job"

She wipes away a tear, still puzzled by my decision. "But there are so many other jobs where you wouldn't have to put yourself in harm's way!" She sits back down "No offense but the job has the lowest pay, are you really sure you want to apply for this job?

Her reaction may be a little overreact, but I won't blame her after all...

Being a security guard does not require me to have any experience other than having a middle school degree which was more than qualified for this job.

I hummed thoughtfully, tapping my chin a few times before responding. "I'm not here to earn a lot of money or climb to a high position like other men might aspire to… no… I have bigger goals than that."

She looked at me, curiosity piqued. "Well, what is it?"

I paused, carefully considering how to phrase my answer. "It's a bit embarrassing," I said, leaning in conspiratorially. "So, I need you to lean closer."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, but she leaned in anyway, intrigued despite herself. I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I just want the easiest job."

The principal stared at me, her mouth forming a silent 'O' as the realization sunk in. She eased back into her seat, exhaling deeply. For a moment, she looked like she was about to argue, her hand lifting slightly as if to make a point, but then she let it drop with a soft grumble.

In just five seconds, she cycled through four different emotions—confusion, disbelief, exasperation, and finally, reluctant acceptance. That had to be some kind of record.

After looking at me in disbelief it gradually turned into a reluctant acceptance. "You really are going to make my blood pressure high" she muttered, rubbing her temples before finally giving in "Fine...You are hired."

I couldn't help but celebrate inside my head, though I maintained a neutral expression.

"BUT!" she suddenly exclaimed, pointing a finger at me, her expression turning serious again. "I can't pay a handsome man like you such a low salary. And since you're young and have a lot of future ahead of you, I'll raise it a little, alright?"

"Sure," I replied.

She started typing furiously on the computer beside her, the clatter of keys filling the room. A moment later, the sound of a printer echoed, spitting out a freshly printed contract.

She grabbed the paper and handed it to me, her expression a mostly lingering of concern.

I took the contract and gave it a thorough look. It was just what I wanted—earning money without doing anything dangerous or stressful. After carefully checking all the details, I nodded in satisfaction and wrote my signature.

"Also!" she added "Keep in mind that the position of teacher is always open for you, alright?"

I extended my hand to her, trying to keep things professional. "Alright, let's get along from now on, Principal."

There was a moment of awkward silence as the principal stared at my hand, seemingly lost in thought. For a second, I wondered if I had made a mistake, and I was about to lower my hand when she suddenly reached out and shook it.

"...You can call me Haruka Miyamoto, or Haruka-chan if you will."

Maybe it was just me, but the intensity in her eyes as our hands touched felt a bit… unsettling. Her gaze sharpened, lingering on me a little too long, and I shifted uncomfortably.

Considering this was still our first meeting, calling her by her first name felt a bit too informal, so I decided to keep it professional for now.

"Understood, Principal," I replied, keeping my tone respectful.

I tried to let go of her hand, but she tightened her grip, holding on a moment longer than seemed necessary. Her grasp was firm, almost as if she wasn't ready to let go.

"U-um, Principal…?" I asked, trying to keep my voice light.

"A-ah, I'm sorry." She immediately released my hand and scratched her head, a blush spreading across her face. "A-anyways, do you want to have a drink with me to celebrate the job? J-just the two of us"

I had a feeling she had other intentions with the drink, but I carefully refused her offer to avoid hurting her feelings. "No thanks," I said gently, careful not to sound dismissive.

She looked momentarily disappointed, but she quickly masked it with a forced smile. "Alright then, another time perhaps. Take care, and welcome aboard."

"Thank you, Principal," I said with a nod, turning to leave her office.

"Oh, and also! Don't forget to come back in two days for the uniform, alright?" she called out as I reached the door.

I didn't even bother to look back; I just waved casually and continued walking out. This was just the start, and I had a feeling things were going to get… interesting.

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After denying her invitation, I quickly left the school and took a few walks to take my mind off of the recent event.

As I strode along with my hand in my pocket, the cacophony of bustling traffic surrounded me, the loud hum of cars blending into the background of urban life. Yet amidst the noise, a distinct sound caught my attention from my left.

Turning towards it with curiosity, I noticed a television set flickering to life. Despite the distance, I managed to catch a snippet of the news report.

"...an increase in violent incidents has been reported in several neighborhoods, Authorities are advising residents, especially males to remain cautious and avoid traveling alone after dark."

"...Report that Marriage in Japan has been confirmed to be lower than last year as this year was confirmed to be at around 0.01. The lowest it ever reached and the government was forced to increase the subsidy for marriage and allow same-sex marriage for women-"

Before I could process the information, a voice broke through my thoughts.

"Mom, I want that guy as our stepfather" "Yes indeed daughter."

I got out of the daze and looked over the source of the voice to see a mother and daughter having their eyes upon me in a daze.

Not just any eyes. It was lustful eyes even in the eye of the daughter in the mother's arms.

How the hell does a child have that kind of eyes? I have no idea. 

And how did I realize their intent? Because they weren't the only ones; other women on the street had similar looks in their eyes.

They gazed at me, curious, but mostly filled with a lust I was all too familiar with.

It was always the same look I received from the moment I came into this world. Almost every woman on the street had their eyes lingering on my body, making me uncomfortable with the extra attention just because I was male.

Whether you are ugly or handsome finding a male in the street was already rare itself.

And since the difference in population between males and females has a huge gap, it causes a rift and hostile environment for both gender 

And if you are a male alone...

"Hey handsome, want to have a good time~" 

That was my cue. Without a second thought, I bolted down the street, my heart pounding as I ran. It happened every time I was out in public alone, especially in crowded areas.

Welcome to a world where every role has been reversed. where almost every single male-dominated job has been turning into a women's job.

The Prime Minister of Japan is all women, all of the soldiers are female, and even the farmers and construction workers are dominated by female workers

Even right now I observe the women on the nearby construction site doing all of the heavy labor work wearing nothing but tank tops and yellow helmets.

...hot- Cough Cough... Anyways... almost the entire world where males usually work has been turning into women's roles, and rarely I see a single male in the street.

And maybe some of you ask... why the role of gender was reversed.? And the most important question how did I get here? Well... Let's just say that I accidentally entered a portal and it got me here and let's leave it right there.

As I stop running I take a moment to breathe the air and I use my knee to rest. Before looking at the temporary homes I look up too.

Now some Main characters the moment they are transported usually are provided with cool skills, a home, and many more that allow you to live in this world but me?

I live in an abandoned warehouse where no people have been living, the street was rarely maintained, the building had a sigh of deterioration, and even a sigh of growing weeds were all over the place.

While this place was rarely maintained and was not used for humans to live in, I still consider this place as the only place I can call home in this harsh world. It's a lot better than sleeping in the street, at least this place has a roof over my head.

I made my way to the warehouse, climbing over the fence with practiced ease and carefully navigating the obstacles that littered the path.

When I reached the front gate, I pushed it open slowly, the creaking hinges echoing loudly in the quiet. A dark, cavernous space greeted me, shadows clinging to the corners like stubborn memories.

Fumbling for the light switch nearby, I hesitated for a moment before flicking it on. In an instant, the room was bathed in a harsh fluorescent glow, revealing the vast expanse of the abandoned warehouse, large enough to accommodate several buses.

The warehouse also includes a second floor where I usually live.

I headed upstairs, where I'd made my home—a small corner of the second floor, converted into a makeshift living space.

The moment I saw my bed, exhaustion washed over me, and I collapsed onto it without bothering to change out of my clothes.

I lost my home the moment I was transferred to this world, that's why I took refuge in this place to at least take shelter.

It took me weeks to find a home at the abandoned warehouse, another week to find a broker who at least allowed me to make a fake document, and another week to find a job.

I survive in this world by taking advantage of the male privilege, scavenging food like the homeless I am, and even resorting to stealing.

....Women would make unsolicited offers for me to live with them, hoping to keep me as some sort of prize. But I had refused every time, wary of their intentions and needing my independence for my main goal of being here.

Even the cops had given me trouble, simply because I was a male without a place to stay. I'd been reported repeatedly, not just by strangers but even by other homeless people.

I had thought I was on good terms with them, but they had betrayed me at the first opportunity. Forced to run, I managed to evade capture each time, but the constant need to look over my shoulder wore me down.

After months of hardship, I had finally pieced together a life here. I had a fake identity and a job that, while not glamorous, gave me stability.

I'd achieved my main goals—a place to call home and a steady income. For now, it seemed enough.

Before closing my eyes I begin to think that my life has changed. Either for the better... or the worst. While gazing at my Family photo that I keep on the wall before finally going to sleep 

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ANDDD CUT!

Wow first chapter and the MC is already homeless? That's surprising.