Chapter 1169 – Day 15
I returned to the men’s quarters around 6 AM.
Opening the door to the room, I found Wada Kyoshiro sitting on the tatami mat, fiddling with his smartphone.
“Sung-san, you’re back?”
“What’s up? Why are you sitting there? Didn’t you sleep?”
“I was sleeping until just now. I would have been sleeping normally… but today, I felt uneasy for some reason… so I woke up early. What about you, Sung-san?”
“I fell asleep in the kitchen and just woke up.”
Wada Kyoshiro nodded.
“Sung-san, according to the weather forecast, the typhoon will leave Japan in the afternoon, and the rain should stop too.”
“That’s a relief. I wonder if we can go back tomorrow?”
“It would be nice if we could, but…”
Wada trailed off.
I didn’t mind and lay down on the futon. I knew the situation. The roads connecting to the outside were not only broken but also flooded from the continuous heavy rain. Just looking at the fields outside the village, they were completely submerged. It was only because we were on a mountain with some elevation that it ended like this. The city side must have been hit much harder by the flooding.
Even if the villagers were to stick to the roads and work on repairs, it would take days. It wasn’t easy to get outside help either.
‘The name of this world is Day 15. I came to the village for the festival investigation and got trapped by a natural disaster… I can roughly guess what genre this is. The quest success condition is… survival? Or maybe finding and eliminating the source.’
Being able to guess the quest details made me feel at ease. I was confident I could succeed either way.
‘With complete recovery, what’s the problem with survival?’
This is a world without psychics. Under the same conditions, I, with my combat experience, am much more advantageous.
‘Hmm. I need to find the source first. I don’t know how the situation will change.’
It became afternoon.
The rain stopped, and the wind calmed down.
But the village was a mess. The roads were flooded with mud, and there were many broken things everywhere.
I secretly called Hagawa Ryoko to the warehouse.
“Yo, sex partner.”
Hagawa Ryoko turned her head, looked around, and glared at me as if she wanted to kill me.
“You damn Korean… don’t call me that.”
“Okay, Ryoko.”
“Don’t call me by my first name.”
“Okay, Sushi.”
“…Sushi?”
I beckoned her with my finger. She approached me with a face full of shame. I looked at the clothes she was wearing. A white blouse with frills and jeans. Simple yet neat. She had an outstanding figure, so it suited her very well.
I reached out and touched her chest.
Immediately, Hagawa Ryoko’s hand went to her waist but stopped. I lifted her blouse and checked her waist. There was a dagger attached to her waist. It was attached using transparent tape. It wasn’t sloppy but neat. It looked like she had done it many times.
I took off Hagawa Ryoko’s bra with one hand and asked.
“I’ve been wondering since this morning… what the hell are you? A normal college student doesn’t carry weapons.”
“Why should I tell you anything, you damn Korean?”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But then, I’ll be fucking you here until dinner.”
I put my hand inside her blouse. I squeezed her breasts and pulled her nipples with my fingers. Hagawa Ryoko’s face flushed, and she trembled.
“You can just tell me… but then I won’t have time to play with you until dinner. Let’s finish in an hour.”
“Two hours.”
“…One hour and ten minutes.”
“Two hours.”
“…One hour and eleven minutes.”
“Two hours.”
After a five-minute argument, it was decided to be two hours.
She was shirtless. At the ends of her breasts, which were held in my hands, her bright red nipples were erect and exuding their presence. I gently rolled her erect nipples with my fingers and asked.
“Now tell me. What the hell are you?”
“…What you’re curious about is why I have a knife, right? There’s nothing to be. The knife is for self-defense.”
Hagawa Ryoko bit her lip tightly. I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. The kiss mark I had left in the morning had faded.
“A normal college student doesn’t carry a knife for self-defense.”
“……My family is a ninja clan.”
My hand, which was about to take off her jeans, stopped.
I heard an absurd word.
“Ninja clan?”
“It’s true, even if you don’t believe it. We even have a family tree. …We’re just running a ninja experience facility now.”
“No. I believe you.”
This world is a world from Japanese creations.
It’s not strange for a ninja to suddenly appear. It doesn’t fit the atmosphere, but she doesn’t use ninjutsu as a ninja.
‘…The important thing is that the author set Hagawa Ryoko’s background as a ninja family. For fun? No way.’
A college student with a dagger for self-defense. She was also excellent in combat. The reason I won yesterday was because the opponent was me. If another man fought her one-on-one, he wouldn’t win.
‘That means something dangerous will happen to the heroine, enough to give her that setting.’
I pulled down her jeans. Looking at her big, firm buttocks, I saw her white panties. The center part was wet, about the size of a finger. I took off her panties and spread her buttocks apart.
As befitting a heroine of a work, her vagina and anus were pink. Her labia minora were parallel, and her anus was cute.
I inserted my index finger into her vagina, which was still a virgin until this morning.
Squish.
“Your pussy is wet. Did you get excited because I touched your breasts?”
“…That’s pee.”
“It’s a bit too sticky for pee.”
“…Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and finish.”
“You want me to put it in quickly? Okay. I’ll make you go crazy like this morning. Let’s feel good together.”
“That won’t happen. I’ll never feel good from having sex with a Korean…!”
That remained to be seen.
I took out my dick and shoved it into her pussy.
Squish.
Two hours and thirty minutes passed. Even though it was 30 minutes past the promised two hours, our genitals were still connected.
I was exhausted and slumped in an old chair, while Hagawa Ryoko sat on my lap. Her black hair was stuck to her sweaty back.
“How is the Korean dick? Feels good, right?”
“How many times do I have to say it? Haa… I don’t feel good at all…”
Hagawa Ryoko said, panting. The area below us was overflowing with sticky liquid. The traces of my white semen and Hagawa Ryoko’s squirted fluids.
She squirts when she feels the highest level of orgasm. The funny thing is that she denies it herself.
She says that she doesn’t squirt because she feels good, but because she has urinary incontinence and pees.
‘Isn’t that more embarrassing…?’
“Haaahhhhh!”
Hagawa Ryoko raised her chin and trembled. The fluid that gushed out of her vagina wet my thighs. I hugged her body, which was about to fall sideways, into my arms. Panting, she looked at me with dazed eyes.
I kissed her. She resisted slightly but soon continued the kiss with me.
“Ryoko.”
“…Don’t call me by my first name, you Korean…!”
Hagawa Ryoko growled. It was quite funny to see her growling with my dick still inside her.
Not calling someone by their first name is part of Japan’s yobisute culture. In Japan, people call each other by their last name unless they are close and intimate.
“Be careful in this village. Keep your knife handy.”
“…What?”
“This is a strange village. Didn’t you feel it?”
“……”
“If you feel like it’s dangerous, use your knife without hesitation.”
“…You mean kill people?”
“You tried to kill me.”
“You’re the Korean who raped me!”
“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, don’t forget what I said. If it seems dangerous, just kill them. If it seems like it’ll be a problem later… use my name. Say I told you to kill them. Or pretend I killed them.”
Hagawa Ryoko frowned and glared at me.
“……Why? What’s your purpose?”
“Because I don’t want you to rot in jail.”
I don’t care how many crimes I take the blame for. I’ll return to reality once the quest is over anyway.
“You’re doing something unnecessary…”
Hagawa Ryoko staggered and got up from on top of me. Thick white liquid flowed down from her vagina. She wiped her body with a handkerchief and started to put on her clothes.
“I’ll come to your room around 11 tonight.”
“……”
Hagawa Ryoko left the warehouse without answering.
I looked down at the floor. It was full of lewd liquid.
‘I should clean this up at least a little. …Should I try getting a blowjob tonight?’
•••
Afternoon of the fourth day.
The atmosphere of the Japan Festival Study Circle had completely sunk.
They were isolated in the village. Thanks to a small generator borrowed from the village, they could use minimal electricity, but it was truly minimal. It was barely enough to keep the refrigerator running.
Requesting a rescue team from the outside?
They had tried.
But the response was that the situation wasn’t serious, so they should wait.
They couldn’t argue with the rescue team. In reality, compared to the chaos outside due to the disaster, the village was peaceful.
The circle members were gathered in the living room on the first floor of the men’s quarters. It was Mori Masahiro’s opinion that it was better to stick together during times like this.
I glanced at Hagawa Ryoko, who was quietly sitting next to Wada Kyoshiro. She didn’t show any of the contempt she had when she called me a Korean.
Hagawa Ryoko, feeling my gaze, looked at me. When I grinned and stuck out my tongue, she frowned and immediately turned her head away.
‘Should I fuck her once before dinner later…?’
A change occurred in the living room, which was filled with a gloomy atmosphere.
The sound of hurried footsteps was heard, and the living room door opened. The delinquent with piercings in his ears, Tanaka Hiroshi, appeared. His clothes were covered in mud, and his face was wet with sweat.
“Tanaka, where have you been? What’s with that state?”
Mori Masahiro stood up from his seat and asked. His voice was stiff. He didn’t seem to like Tanaka Hiroshi’s appearance.
“Run! We have to run away! This village is crazy!!”
Tanaka Hiroshi, terrified by something, shouted and rolled his eyes. Then, he grabbed Mori Masahiro by the collar.
“Car keys! Where are the car keys?!!”
“Calm down, Tanaka. You’re not in your right mind right now.”
“Bring the car keys!!! If we stay in this village, we’ll die! We’ll die!!! You don’t want to die either, do you!!”
“Tanaka. Have you forgotten that the car is broken?”
“……!!”
Tanaka Hiroshi hesitated as if he was surprised. It seemed he had really forgotten that the car was broken.
‘Does he usually forget that? He’s not in his right mind.’
Tanaka Hiroshi turned around and tried to run away. Mori Masahiro grabbed his shoulder and slammed him to the floor.
“Tanaka Hiroshi!! Calm down! No one is going to hurt you! Calm down and explain what happened! Where are Gonzo and Sakurai, who were with you?!”
“Go, Gonzo and Sakurai are dead! The old people in this village killed them!! Those guys! They’re coming to kill me! We have to run away!!”
Tanaka Hiroshi shouted as if screaming.
His shouts soon disappeared, and a cold silence descended on the living room.
It was then.
The sound of people was heard from outside. Not just one or two. At least dozens of people. I glanced around and saw that everyone had tense faces. Tanaka Hiroshi was filled with fear. He soon ran upstairs to the second floor.
“Is anyone there?!”
