It has been over a year since I was reincarnated (?) into this world. In this past year, I have been able to gather various information, but it has been overwhelming for me to manage it all.
“Next news. It has been reported that the number of newborn baby boys has finally exceeded 2,500 as of yesterday. However, the number of baby girls has exceeded 27,000, indicating a further disparity in the gender ratio…”
As I blankly watch the TV my mother is watching, one of the typical events that trouble me is being broadcasted.
Yes, in this world, the birth rate of baby boys is abnormally low.
The gender ratio is a surprising 1:10!! (Strictly speaking, it’s 1:11, but…)
So when I was born, it seems the nurses and my mother were surprised.
Oh, come on, couldn’t they have confirmed it with the ultrasound examination?
Exactly!!!
Apparently, they had multiple ultrasound examinations before giving birth.
But none of them were able to confirm the existence of my ‘thing’!
Combined with that, I guess those two were surprised…but I think you wise folks can understand that it slightly damaged my heart to hear that story.
Well, well, in regards to that matter, I’m still like a baby, right?
If you consider the future growth, it’s a trivial problem that can be easily dismissed.
If you dismiss it…sniffle.
But because of such a world, men are greatly privileged.
Of course, there are also obligations, but I only understand the fact that I am being privileged because I don’t have the tools to understand all the obligations.
One of those privileges is…
“Yoruto-sama, excuse me.”
Saying that, the young lady in front of me lifts up the one-year-old me.
“Yoruto-sama’s diaper…is fine.”
Her name is Sawaki Uraraka. She is my personal babysitter provided by the Man Hospitality Club, an organization commissioned by the government to protect men.
She looks like she is in her early twenties, but I don’t know her actual age.
But she has a very lovely appearance.
With black hair that I have only seen in manga, slightly slanted eyes, flawless skin, and a voluptuous bosom to the extreme… In the previous world, she would easily have reached the peak of the entertainment industry, wouldn’t she?
It is embarrassing to have her check my diaper even though I am just a one-year-old baby…but I can’t help but think of it as a price I have to pay to be held by such a beautiful woman for free.
While I am tormented by such embarrassment, Sawaki-san calmly checks my condition.
As I mentioned earlier, she is a woman dispatched by the Man Hospitality Club.
In this world, the gender ratio is approximately 1:10.
Therefore, entrusting a male child to private nurseries or babysitters is out of the question, which has become a common understanding in the world.
That’s why the Man Hospitality Club (MHC) was established.
It is an international organization that prioritizes “a healthy and peaceful life for men” and provides babysitters who are forcibly dispatched to boys born in UN member countries.
But don’t underestimate them, the babysitters dispatched by the MHC are incredibly excellent.
That would be expected, as they are entrusted with the task of looking after the precious boys in the world; they can’t just be regular babysitters.
Rape, kidnapping, confinement, etc…
Just their presence alone holds commercial value for boys all over the world.
Even in this peaceful country on a global scale, such risks exist.
Therefore, babysitters who are not exceptional in “mind, skill, and body” are not dispatched.
“Hmm, Yoruto-sama’s health is normal again today.”
Well, that’s what she says while staring at my crotch, but I can’t find any trace of that excellence from her…
As I, a child, continue to look down on her while sweating, another obscene voice is heard…
