It’s a co-Ed school right now, but since it was a girl’s school until a couple of years ago, there are more girls than boys. As the grade goes down, the number of boys increases, but there are still more girls than boys overall. I’m a 2nd year high school student and the ratio of girls and boys in my class are 7 to 3. For 3rd year students it’s 8 to 2. Even now, the girls have a much stronger authority than boys, and the majority of the students in the Student Council are girls, and the Student President is also a girl. It’s a school where boys can’t stand tall, but I still joined this school. It’s a simple story. This place has more girls. That alone is a wonderful thing! The reason why I was able to pass the entrance exam for this school which is said to be really hard, is due to my perverted guts. I want to study while being surrounded by girls—-
For that reason alone, I am currently attending this school. What’s wrong with that! What’s wrong with being a pervert!? It’s my life! I won’t let anyone argue against me! I’m going to build a harem at this school! And so, that was my mission when I first entered this school. But now I feel depressed. I was naïve for thinking I can make 2 or 3 girlfriends at this school where the majority of students are girls. Only one group of good looking guys are popular and girls don’t even look at me. To be more precise, they ignore me like trash lying on the floor. Shit! This wasn’t in my plan! Nonsense! In my plan I was supposed to get my first girlfriend straight after I entered this school! After that, I will have broken up with her and started dating a new girl and by the time I graduated, heaps of girls were supposed to fight over me in a Battle Royale! A-At this rate, my objective will end in a dream! Wait, is that already a dream!? What was wrong with it!? The era I was born in? The law? Or……is there something wrong with me……? Uwaaaaaaah! I don’t want to even think about it! Those are the things that go through my mind every day. I arrive at my classroom while making a big sigh, and sit down on my chair. “Hey, buddy. How was the DVD I lent you? It was some good stuff, wasn’t it?”
The bald head guy who spoke to me is my buddy number 1, Matsuda. He might look like a sportsman, but he is a pervert who makes sexually harassing comments every day. He was a sports-boy during his time in junior high school where he broke many records, but he’s in the Photo-Club now. He is really open about his ambition of wanting to take photos of every part of the girls' bodies through the camera lens. His nickname is the “Perverted Baldy” and the “Sexual Harassing Paparazzi”. “Fu……the wind sure was strong this morning. Thanks to that, I was able get a good view of the girls’ panties.”
The guy with the glasses who is trying to act cool is my buddy number 2, Motohama. He has a special ability called Scouter that lets him get the numerical values of the girls’ measurements through his glasses. Along with a special body where his power level plummets down when he takes his glasses off. His nickname is the “Perverted Glasses” and the “Three-size Scouter”. These two are my evil buddies. Seriously, seeing these two faces in the morning really makes me feel down. I feel sick. “I got some nice stuff”. Matsuda opens his bag, and tips out the things inside his bag without any hesitation. The books and DVDs which are being piled up on my desk have suggestive titles. “Hee!”
A small scream comes from a girl far away from us. Well, of course she will react like that. After all, something like this is happening in the morning. What I hear next from the girls are discriminating comments like “You guys are the worst~” and “Die, filthy brats”. “Silence! This is our entertainment! Girls and kids should look away and keep away! Or else, I will rape all of you inside my head!”
Your words are vulgar as always, Matsuda-kun. Not long ago, I would have said, “Wow, where did you get these treasures from!” with sparkling eyes at the things piled on my desk. But since I've been in a terrible state every morning lately, I’m not in the mood. Matsuda sighs while looking at my dull face. “Hey hey hey. Why do you have a face like that when there are so many treasures right in front of you?”
“You haven’t been in the mood lately. Weird. It’s definitely weird. You aren't the same as before.”
Motohama also says that while poking his glasses as if he finds me boring. “I also want to say, “Wow! Where did you get these from!? Are you trying to turn me into a monkey!?”. But I’ve been lacking energy lately.”
“Do you have some kind of illness? No, it can’t be. There is no way thatyou, the manifestation of all sexual desires, would fall sick.”
Motohama makes a rude comment about me. He really is a rude guy. Then Matsuda makes a gesture with his hand as if he realised something. “Oh, is it that? Is it the side effect of that hallucination about the imaginary girlfriend you have? Yuuma-chan, was it?”
“……Do you guys seriously not remember Yuuma-chan?”
Both of them look at me with sympathetic eyes at my question. “Like we said before, we seriously don’t know her. You should really get a doctor to check you. Right, Motohama?”
“Yeah, I’m going to repeat this again but we weren’t introduced to a girl called Yuuma-chan.”
……They always act like this every time I ask them about Yuuma-chan. I thought they were just teasing me. But after talking to them seriously, I found out that wasn’t the case. I definitely remember introducing Yuuma-chan to them. They said things like “How come a beauty like her is Ise’s girlfrieeeeend! ?” and “There must be a system error happening in this world….. Ise, you haven’t done anything illegal, have you?” and kept on making rude comments. I remember I was getting cocky and said, “You guys should get a girlfriend as well”. I remember that time very clearly. But they don’t remember it. No, what they don’t even remember is Yuuma-chan. It’s as if Amano Yuuma never existed. It’s as if the time I spent with Yuuma-chan never happened. Like these two said, it feels like it was just my imagination. Like these two proved, there is no record of Yuuma’s mobile number or mail address in my mobile phone. Was it deleted from the memory? Did someone delete it? That can’t be! There’s no way I would delete it, so who did!? I called the number that I memorised in my head, but that phone number wasn’t currently in use. So does that mean she doesn't exist? Was it all my imagination? Something crazy like that isn’t possible……
I want to deny it but apart from my memory, there is no evidence to prove that she existed. If I think about it, I don’t know her home address. She was a student from another school. I found the school where they wore the same uniform as her. So I asked the students from that school about Yuuma-chan. But there wasn’t a student fitting her description. She wasn’t there. So who was my girlfriend? Who was I dating?