CHAPTER 53 :— Registration Day — The Boy Who Moves the World
— Morning Claim
The sun rose over Sakura High exactly as it always did, spilling warm golden light across the sprawling campus and painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges.
For most students it was just another ordinary morning. For Haruya, however, today carried a special weight. It was registration day — the day his team would officially step into the state-level football tournament registration after their stunning victory in the last match.
A quiet, genuine excitement stirred in his chest as he walked through the school gates, backpack slung casually over one shoulder, black hair catching the breeze.
The moment he stepped into the long, bustling corridor, the entire atmosphere transformed. Laughter and chatter snapped off mid-sentence. Heads turned in perfect synchrony. Almost every girl's eyes drifted straight toward him like iron filings to a magnet. Soft gasps fluttered through the air. Blushing smiles bloomed on dozens of faces at once; some girls clutched their books tighter to their chests, others tucked stray strands of hair behind their ears with shy, eager fingers. Whispers followed him like a gentle wave.
"There haruya-Sama is…"
"Haruya-Sama looks even more handsome today…"
"Look at that smile… my heart can't take it."
Haruya offered polite little nods and small smiles to everyone he passed, exactly the way he always did. He never let the attention go to his head. *Back in my old world this kind of staring would've made me nervous,* he thought with quiet amusement, *but here… it's just how things are. I've gotten used to it.*
When he reached his classroom and slid the door open, taking that very first step inside, the reaction was immediate.
"Haruya-kun!"
Two girls shot up from their seats and came sprinting toward him without a shred of hesitation. Reina and Saeko practically collided with him in the sweetest way possible, latching onto his arms like bubblegum that refused to let go. Reina claimed his right side, pressing close with a bright, possessive grin, while Saeko glued herself to his left, nuzzling in with a happy little sigh as if she'd been waiting all morning just for this moment.
"Good morning, Haruya!" Reina chirped, cheeks already flushed pink. "Did you sleep well? You look so refreshed today!"
"We missed you the second you left yesterday," Saeko added, squeezing his arm a little tighter.
Before Haruya could even reply with his usual gentle "Morning, you two," another figure moved. Ayame felt a sharp, hot sting of jealousy twist in her chest. She wanted that closeness too. Rising from her desk with uncharacteristic urgency, the tall, athletic girl strode straight over and gently but firmly took Haruya's free hand in both of hers, her usual iron-hard expression melting into something soft and almost vulnerable.
The moment she did, Reina and Saeko's grips tightened instantly on his arms, their eyes flashing with clear, protective possessiveness.
They weren't letting anyone — not even Ayame — steal even an inch of their precious Haruya. The three girls now formed a tight, warm little circle around him, each one silently daring the others to back off.
The rest of the girls in the classroom watched the drama unfold with open envy, soft sighs and longing murmurs filling the air. "Those three are so lucky…" "I wish I could hold his hand like that…" "Look at how they're all fighting over him… it's not fair I want him too."
Ayame's usual circle of friends stared in absolute shock, mouths slightly open. This was the first time they had ever seen this side of her. The Ayame they knew was the girl who became tough to everyone — the one who dominated the football field with raw power no opponent could match, the one who never showed weakness, never backed down. Yet here she was, cheeks glowing, eyes sparkling, completely melting the moment Haruya stepped into the room. One of her friends whispered in disbelief, "Is that… really Ayame? She looks like a completely different person…"
The classroom bell rang out sharply, cutting through the charged atmosphere like a knife.
Two women entered the room with confident strides. One was their homeroom teacher, elegant and strict in her crisp blouse. The other was Coach, the passionate, no-nonsense trainer who had personally pushed Haruya's team to victory. The instant their eyes met across the room, the air grew thick with tension. They locked gazes like two rivals ready to fight to the death right there on the spot — and the prize they both clearly hungered for was the same: Haruya.
From her seat near the back window, Akari watched the entire silent battle with a cool, amused smirk. *Look at these two morons,* she thought, barely holding back a quiet laugh. *Glaring at each other like that… they look like absolute jokers.* Her sharp crimson eyes narrowed with unshakable confidence as she leaned back in her chair. *They can fight over him all they want. In the end, the only one who's going to get Haruya… is me.*
After several long, electric seconds, Homeroom teacher finally cleared her throat with a loud, deliberate cough, breaking the standoff.
"Alright, everyone, settle down," she announced, though her voice still carried a faint edge of rivalry. "As you all know, thanks to our team's impressive victory in the last match — especially Haruya-sama outstanding performance — today we will be heading to the official registration center. We'll be registering our participating team for the state-level tournament. Please gather your things and get ready. The bus is already waiting outside the school gates."
Haruya's teammates immediately burst into excited chatter, fists pumping and grins spreading across their faces. This was it — the next big step toward the dream they had all been chasing together.
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— The Bus of Devotion
The excited chatter of the team spilled out of the classroom and into the bright morning sunlight as everyone made their way toward the waiting school bus. Haruya walked at the center of the lively group, still flanked closely by Reina, Saeko, their protective little formation only loosening once they reached the sleek white bus parked just outside the gates.
One by one the girls filed in, but the moment Haruya stepped onto the first stair, the energy shifted again. Almost every girl on the team suddenly found urgent reasons to hover near him, voices soft and eager.
"Haruya-Sama, do you want the window seat? It's the best one!"
"If you need anything at all — water, snacks, a pillow — just tell me, okay?"
"I brought extra sunscreen if the sun gets too strong later…"
Haruya smiled that warm, genuine smile of his and gave each of them a grateful little nod. "Thank you, everyone. You're all so kind. I really appreciate it." His voice was calm and polite, exactly like always, never once taking their attention for granted.
He slid into the window seat near the middle of the bus, the morning light pouring across his face and making his black hair glow with soft highlights.
Before he could even set his backpack down properly, the girls moved in like a living tide. Saeko claimed the seat right beside him without hesitation, pressing close enough that their shoulders brushed, her expression bright and satisfied.
Reina took the seat directly in front of him, twisting around immediately so she could keep watching him with sparkling eyes.
Two more teammates settled into the seats directly behind, while others filled the aisle spots on either side, creating a perfect, tight little circle around him — a living shield of excited, affectionate girls who clearly had no intention of letting anyone else get too close.
The bus doors hissed shut. The engine rumbled to life. And Haruya simply leaned back against the window, one elbow resting on the ledge, chin propped lightly on his hand as he watched the school grounds slip away. He looked perfectly relaxed, the gentle breeze from the half-open window playing with his hair, a small peaceful smile on his lips. Inside, his thoughts were quiet and content. *This is nice,* he thought. *Everyone's so happy about the tournament. I'm glad I can be part of it.*
As the bus rolled smoothly through the city streets and then out toward the suburbs, the scenery began to change. Wide training fields stretched out beside the road, green and sun-drenched.
Haruya's gaze drifted lazily across them — and then he noticed two women in the middle of an intense workout session. Both were completely bare from the waist up, their toned, athletic bodies glistening with sweat under the bright morning sun, chest bindings nowhere in sight as they practiced powerful kicks and headers against each other. The sight was bold, unapologetic, and utterly normal in this world.
In the back of his mind, Haruya couldn't help the tiny, amused thought that floated up from his old life: *If any guy from my previous world saw this… they'd probably lose their minds and get an erection in two seconds flat.* A soft, private chuckle almost escaped him, but he kept it inside. *But me? I've been living here for so long now… these kinds of things are just part of daily life. I've gotten completely used to it. No problem at all.* He simply turned his eyes back to the passing trees, calm and unbothered, the gentle rocking of the bus lulling him into a comfortable daze.
The journey stretched on for two or three peaceful hours. Girls around him chatted excitedly about the upcoming state tournament, occasionally leaning in to ask Haruya little questions — "Are you nervous at all?" "Do you think we'll face any really strong teams?" — and every time he answered with that same kind, reassuring voice, making them all melt a little more. Saeko eventually rested her head lightly against his shoulder, Reina kept stealing glances over the back of her seat, and the protective circle never once loosened.
Finally, the bus began to slow. From a distance, Haruya could already see their destination — the massive registration center complex looming ahead, and right in front of it, an incredibly long line snaking across the plaza. Dozens of teams from high-status schools across the region stood waiting, girls shifting impatiently from foot to foot under the sun, banners and school flags fluttering above them. The queue looked like it could take hours.
Haruya leaned forward slightly and caught Miss Takahashi's eye from across the aisle. "Sensei," he asked politely, voice carrying that gentle curiosity, "do we… also have to wait in that line like everyone else?"
His Homeroom teacher turned toward him with a warm, confident smile that held just a hint of pride. "No, Haruya-sama. You don't have to wait at all." She gestured smoothly toward the front of the building where special lanes were clearly marked. "When a boy is with the team, we never have to wait. The Male Protection Department guidelines are very clear — in any situation, males should never be made to wait too long. It's strictly enforced. If any organizer tried to make you stand in that line, the Department would step in immediately. Even the high court can't easily overrule their requests. You're far too precious for that kind of inconvenience."
Haruya blinked once, then settled back against the window, a small, thoughtful smile tugging at his lips. *Wow… I really didn't know that part,* he thought quietly to himself. *I still haven't read enough of those Male Protection Department guidelines. Living in this world is amazing, but sometimes I still feel like I'm missing little things like this. Gotta be more careful.* He didn't say any of it out loud — he simply nodded gratefully to his teacher and kept his usual calm, appreciative expression, the kind that made every girl around him want to protect him even more.
The bus turned smoothly into the priority lane, gliding straight past the long, envious line of waiting teams.
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— The Privileged Arrival
The bus glided to a smooth stop in the priority lane right outside the towering registration center. The moment the doors hissed open, Reina and Saeko were on their feet, moving with practiced speed.
Together with the rest of the girls on the team they formed a tight, living wall around Haruya as he stepped down onto the pavement. Their bodies created a perfect protective circle, shoulders touching, eyes scanning the plaza like sentinels ready to repel any threat.
Haruya walked calmly in the very center of that circle, half-hidden from the outside world, almost as if the girls truly believed someone might try to kidnap their precious boy at any second. Soft murmurs of "Stay close, Haruya-sama," and "We've got you" floated around him, and he simply smiled that gentle, appreciative smile of his, letting them fuss without a single complaint.
The registration center rose before them like a grand palace of glass and polished marble, easily five stories high, its wide entrance flanked by massive banners announcing the state-level tournament registration. Sunlight glinted off the windows in dazzling sparks. Inside, the vast hall echoed with the footsteps of hundreds of Playerteams from different schools, but Haruya's group moved straight through the VIP corridor without slowing down.
Akari, walking at the front with her usual confident stride, pulled out her phone and made a quick call. "This is Akari from Sakura High. We're here for team registration. We have a boy participating — yes, a boy. Send the management manager immediately."
Less than two minutes later, a sharply dressed woman in her mid-thirties hurried down the corridor, clipboard in hand. The instant her eyes landed on Haruya, still nestled safely in the girls' protective circle, she froze mid-step. Her clipboard nearly slipped from her fingers.
There, right in front of her, was the boy everyone in the region had been whispering about — the popular, impossibly handsome, beautiful, cute model whose face had graced countless model magazines and social feeds after the last modeling photoshoots. His gentle features, soft black hair catching the light, and that warm, approachable aura hit her like a wave.
She couldn't control it. Her cheeks flushed bright red, eyes wide with pure disbelief and overwhelming emotion. "I… I can't believe it," she whispered, voice trembling. "It's really you… haruya-Sama… the model boy…"
Akari stepped forward smoothly, explaining everything in her cool, professional tone — the team's victory, Haruya's role as the star player, the official registration request.
The manager listened, nodding automatically, but her gaze never left Haruya. Even after understanding the situation completely, her mind refused to accept it. *A boy… this talented? Defeating girls on the field? Playing at this level?* She had never seen anything like it in her entire career. And now here he was, standing just meters away with that breathtakingly beautiful face, looking even more stunning in person than any photo could capture.
Swallowing hard, she finally found her voice again. "Haruya-Sama… would you… would you please give me your autograph? Just a quick one?"
Haruya blinked once, then smiled that soft, genuine smile that could melt steel. "Of course," he said kindly, stepping forward just enough to take the pen and paper she offered with both hands. He signed it neatly — *Haruya* — and handed it back with a little bow of his head. "Here you go. Thank you for helping us today."
The manager clutched the paper to her chest like it was made of gold, eyes sparkling with happy tears she refused to let fall. *I actually got his autograph… the famous model boy's autograph…* She made a silent vow right then and there: she would lock it away in her private locker the moment she got home, safe from everything. One day, when she had grandchildren, she would pull it out with trembling hands and tell them the story — how she once met the legendary boy who plays football like no one else and was kind enough to sign for her. And she decided, in that same heartbeat, that she would protect him at any cost.
From this moment on, she would be his senior sister, shielding him from any bad women who might try to get too close or cause trouble.
With renewed determination, the manager led the entire group through a side door into a luxurious private restroom reserved for VIP teams. Plush couches, marble floors, soft lighting, and a gentle scent of fresh flowers filled the air. While the girls settled in, she quickly noted every player's name on the official registration list, her pen flying across the page with extra care whenever she wrote *Haruya*.
Registration complete in record time.
Moments later, the center's staff — five young women in crisp uniforms — arrived carrying trays of steaming coffee and warm cookies.
The instant they stepped into the room and saw Haruya sitting gracefully on the central couch, legs crossed casually, sunlight from the tall window bathing his face in a soft glow, every single one of them stopped breathing.
He looked so beautiful, so cute, so impossibly perfect — the same boy whose modeling photos they had saved on their phones, now sitting right there in front of them like a living dream. The girls felt as if they had been purified, blessed by the Goddess herself. Their knees weakened. Hearts hammered. All they could think was *We want his autograph too…*
They served the coffee and cookies with trembling hands, eyes constantly drifting back to Haruya, blessing him silently with every glance. After placing the last cup, they gathered their courage. They knew — everyone knew — that boys almost never gave girls their autographs willingly. It was probably just their silly imagination, a hopeless fantasy… but they had to try. One of them stepped forward, voice shaking.
"Sir… if it's not too much trouble… could we… could we please have your autograph as well?"
Haruya looked up at them with that same warm, kind expression he gave everyone. Without hesitation, he smiled brightly — the kind of smile no boy in this world ever gave so freely — and said in his gentle voice, "Yes, of course. And you can call me just Haruya."
The words landed like lightning. Five pairs of eyes widened in pure shock. A boy had just said "Yes" with a smile. A real, warm, sincere smile. It was impossible. It had never happened in their lives.
They felt as if they were staring at an angel who had descended straight from heaven to bless them personally. One staff member's legs gave out completely; she dropped to the floor in a happy daze, smiling from ear to ear, whispering blessings under her breath. The others quickly scooped her up, half-carrying her toward the side door while still serving the last of the cookies with shaky hands.
"Th-thank you… Haruya…" they managed to stammer before they fled the room, faces glowing, hearts forever changed, the unconscious girl still smiling in their arms.
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— After the registration Done
With registration officially complete, the team piled back into the same school bus that had brought them there. The afternoon sun streamed through the windows as the vehicle pulled away from the grand center, carrying them homeward. Haruya sat by the window again, this time with a quiet, genuine smile playing on his lips. Everything had gone perfectly — no delays, no trouble, just smooth success.
He leaned his head against the cool glass, watching the city scenery blur past, a soft warmth blooming in his chest. *I'm really going to play in the state-level match,* he thought, heart full of quiet joy. *One of my dreams… it's actually coming true here, in this world.*
—To be continued…
Author's Note 🧾
Hello My dear, wonderful readers…
I don't even know how to begin this without getting a little emotional. From the bottom of my heart — thank you. Thank you for every single comment, every like, every quiet moment you spent with Haruya and the girls in this crazy, beautiful reverse-chastity world I'm building for you. Your support means more to me than I can ever put into words. Some of you have been here since the very first chapter, cheering me on through thick and thin, and I feel so incredibly lucky to have you walking this journey with me.
I know I've been quieter than usual lately, and I'm really sorry about that. My exams still aren't over, and on top of that, school projects have been piling up like there's no tomorrow. I've been staying up late, juggling notes and story ideas, trying my hardest not to let anything slip. But I hate keeping you waiting. I hate it. That's why, even though I'm exhausted and my eyes are burning from staring at the screen, I pushed myself to upload Chapter 53 today after long time. I just couldn't bear the thought of leaving you hanging another days. You deserve this story — you deserve to keep falling in love with Haruya and watching these fierce, possessive girls fight for him. So here it is, straight from my tired but happy heart.
I also want to be honest with you… Yesterday I was so excited. I had the whole chapter ready. Every scene, every line, every little emotional beat was perfect in my head and on the page. I stayed up late polishing it, smiling like an idiot because I knew you'd love it. But when I went to save everything… I messed up. The entire chapter vanished. Gone from my clipboard. Just like that. I stared at my screen for a long minute, feeling my stomach drop. I had to rewrite it all from the beginning today, word by word, while my head was already spinning from exam prep. It left me completely drained, but I did it anyway — because this story matters to me, and you matter to me even more.
That's why I finally opened my Patreon and set up a simple donation link. I've never put any chapter behind a paywall and I never will. This story will always stay free for every single one of you — no exceptions. I want you to read it, feel it, and connect with it without worrying about money. But if my work has brought you even a little joy, if Haruya's gentle smile or the girls' fierce love has made your day brighter, then a small donation or Patreon support would mean the world to me right now. It would help me keep writing without burning out completely, and I promise you — you will never regret it. Your support lets me pour even more heart and time into every chapter so the story only gets better and better.
To my day-one readers, my loyal ones who've been here from the start — I see you. I feel you. Special thanks to every single one of you for believing in me when this novel was just a wild idea in my head. Your comments, your encouragement, your patience… they keep me going on days like today when I'm running on 6 hours of sleep and pure love for this story.
My love to all of you. Truly. Whether you're a silent reader or the loudest commenter, whether you're here for the romance, the football, or just the way Haruya makes everyone melt — thank you for being part of this world with me.
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I promise — after March 7th, I'm back on daily uploads. No more long waits. We're finishing this novel together, and it's going to be epic.
Once again, from the bottom of my heart… thank you, thank you, thank you.
All my love, (sorry for being overdramatic and cringe (─.─||）)
—king_fuzu_