Because There Were 100 Goddesses in Charge of Reincarnation, I Received 100 Cheat Skills

My name is Shinnosuke Shinno.

I'm a forty-two year old company employee.

I am still single at this age.

My parents and friends often recommend me to marry them.

I was introduced to a woman several times.

I don't know what to say to myself, but a lot of the women I was introduced to and I was supposed to meet liked me, and I would love to get along with you on the assumption of marriage... and they got aggressive.

Many of them were impeccable as marriage partners in terms of appearance, personality, etc.

But unfortunately, I have declined all of that.

Again, the fact that it didn't suit my taste is the primary reason for this.

Because I...

- Because I like high school girls!!!

Oh, high school girls!

It's just a frontier, only once in your life, changing from that child to adult.

I am convinced that it is then that women will be most beautiful.

For me like that, I'm not eligible for women over twenty.

No matter how beautiful you are, you can't do it unless you're a high school girl.

I mean, forty-two years old, I'm totally packed.

Because society won't allow me to hang out with high school girls.

But!

But!

It's not a crime to just look!

My favorite these days is the threesome of high school girls I often see on my way to work.

"Meg, whoa, whoa!

"Oh, good morning... Sy... hiccup?

"I knew Meg's body was soft and pleasant. Yikes!

"Hey, hey, stop it, Cee..."

"Here, Sy. What are you doing in the morning?

"Ah, Kyouchi! Whoa, whoa! As you can see, it absorbs Meg's ingredients!

"Mi, you'll all be watching. It's embarrassing. Get away from me."

"I don't have a choice. Five minutes, then."

"Yeah eh!

Girls who fit well...... what an eye blessing.

Besides, if all three of them were beautiful girls with idols, they wouldn't have a choice if their groins swelled.

By the way, smelling isn't a crime either.

I'm good at poker faces.

While pretending to be a very ordinary salaried person everywhere (no ordinary salaried person, though), I secretly pass behind them and indulge in their scent.

Kunka, Kunka, Kunka, Kunka, Kunka, Kunka, Kunka, Kunka, Kunka.

Whoa, that sounds a little overindulgent.

By the way, if you can get into my hands claiming to be a high school girl Jazz, the smell alone can detect their health, mood, and even parameters like this morning's meal.

Let me assure you that.

They're all virgins!

Definitely.

I can smell the hymen.

Bliss doesn't last long either.

At that intersection you see ahead, they turn left.

By then, all day today, you have to keep a good store of energy to get through the job!

And that was then.

Suddenly, complex texts appeared at their feet.

It's like a magic formation...

Ma, no way is this......!?

Past the back of my brain is a web novel I've been haunting lately.

A group of so-called otherworldly things was popular, and I had some spare time when I was on holiday because of my celibacy, and I was also following a series.

An ordinary high school student is summoned to another world as a brave man to defeat the Demon King and save the world.

Many pieces twisted those super royal patterns.

Some of those stories involved ordinary salariers in the summons of high school students and worked better than brave men.

That magical thing unfolds to take the three of them in just sooo much.

Being about two meters behind them, I was jumping into it aggressively.

To the magic formation at your feet: "Huh? What is this?" they were surprised, now suddenly approaching me and said, "Hih?" I screamed, "but you can't miss this chance.

Shortly afterwards, I wondered if my vision had been stained white.

I stood in a strange place with them.

The word cathedral is worthy, a majestic space.

Hiccup!

I rejoiced.

We could have gotten caught up in a brave summons!

Waiting for me is a wandering tour of the Demon King (mystery) with these cute high school girls!

I'm sorry, I got that position.

"Huh?"

The next moment, once again, my vision stains bright white.

And when I realized, I was standing on my usual commuter route.

"... what?

There is no such thing as those high school girls.

No way, I'm the only one put back in the original world......?

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I cried.

When he collapsed on the spot, he cried out as he slammed his eyes on the ground without opening them.

Why!? Why am I the only one back!?

I want to fight the Demon King with the girls, too!

"High school girl! High school girls! High school girls! High school girl. No, no, no, no! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The police are here.

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"What the hell is this place...?

"What, what? What happened?

"Huh...?

Girls greatly puzzled that they stand in the middle of a majestic space.

"... apparently you've been transferred to another world"

"Yes, the other world......?... you, who said?

The girl with the black hair tied in one behind her head looks back at this one and is alert.

"Don't worry. I'm Japanese too. They must have flown this way with you guys."

"Well, with that being said... it's like a weird guy just popped in..."

Most little haired girl squeaks.

"That's me."

"I don't care what you think, it was someone else!?

"You're looking at it wrong."

"No, no, that was a complete old man, wasn't it!? Besides, he was always a suspicious old man who kept secretly approaching us! Oh, such a pervert. I'm so scared, and I was going to tell the officer!

Old man, they're finding out. Yay.

But I want to say one thing.

"Forgive him enough to smell the high school girl - whoa!!!

"This guy was a pervert too!?

A girl with a seemingly active impression tilted her neck.

"Hey, Kyouchi, me, could it smell?

"... Sy, that's not what I'm talking about"

"No?

'... what the hell are you doing, Master?

As you can see, I've been caught up in a brave summons.

'It was someone else who got involved, wasn't it? I thought I should say I broke in forcefully.'

No, no, no, there's no blame for that.

Instead, I protected these girls from high school perverts.

You should be praised.

'Sure, more (...) fewer (...) masters than that man may be (...) ma (...) si (...)'

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.