Drifted Into a Reversed World ~ The One Method for Me, a Japanese Guy, to Survive in a World Where Men and Fertility Are Scarce ~ - 13

Chapter 13: Winning Battle

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Night.

After that, Sota and Firis were brought to the Imperial soldiers’ encampment. The unconscious Firis was carried in by Ronia’s hands and placed in shackles. Sota was made to walk on his own feet, but along the way, the crude Imperial soldiers casually stroked his buttocks and chest. A sensation of revulsion, quite distinct from arousal, crawled over his body. Ultimately, to him, the Imperial soldiers were people plotting to kill Firis, and the impression that they were objects of loathing rather than sexual interest was far stronger now.

Of course, Sota understood that in war, concepts like justice or a righteous cause were shallow, and that it was inevitable for people to destroy one another for the sake of their country or family. However, looking at their smiles stained with desire and their wandering hands, it felt as though they were enjoying war itself, which he found irritating.

That said, since those women usually took the weight of war seriously when they engaged in it, there might have been a discrepancy in perspective between them and Sota. It would be cruel to expect them to stop their salivating and grinning when a feast was dangled before them in the midst of a prolonged extreme environment.

In the middle of all this, Sota was being forced to pour drinks for the Imperial soldiers. Perhaps the reason he wasn’t shackled was due to their confidence that they would never let him escape. The women enjoying their alcohol around the campfire were in the highest of spirits. Not only had they achieved the result of capturing Firis, but they were also having a man with beautiful black hair pour their drinks. There could be no finer vintage than this.

“Hey, you. Come closer.”

“Ah, yes…”

His arm was pulled forcibly, nearly causing him to fall on his backside, but he managed to endure it. The alcohol had likely taken hold, making it difficult for them to restrain their strength. Sota’s arm was gripped with such force that it throbbed with a grinding pain, as if caught in a vice.

(What monstrous strength.)

An unpleasant shiver ran down Sota’s spine. Even though he knew it intellectually, he was struck by how powerful the women of this world truly were. If this was the case, he could somewhat understand the reason why men loathed women.

Before revulsion, fear asserted its presence first. As a species, a man simply could not win against a woman. On top of that, when one considered that the ideology of the Empire—the desire to suppress men by force—existed potentially within every woman, it was inevitable that the men, as the weaker party, would be terrified. Loathing based on fear. Sota was quick to discern that this was the reason the men of this world detested women.

“You’ve been touching that man’s rear too much for a while now.”

“Hah! My apologies, Captain! How careless of me.”

“Well, I shall be touching the front, however.”

When the Captain’s hand reached out and gave Sota’s crotch a single stroke, a burst of vulgar laughter erupted among the soldiers. This was far beyond the level of a drunken, sexually harassing middle-aged man. The discipline of the unit was utterly shambolic. The bottle of alcohol Sota held was also something someone had smuggled in without permission. This unit might have been among the most lax in terms of discipline within the Empire.

Being humiliated in front of a crowd, Sota’s face flushed unintentionally. For a modest young man like Sota, who disliked being exposed to many eyes, this treatment was a bit much to bear. But at that moment….

THUMP!!!!!

A particularly loud sound of impact could be heard.  When he looked toward the sound, Ronia, who had been sipping her drink alone at a distance, had just driven her axe deep into the trunk of a giant tree.

“…”

It was the moment a bucket of cold water was thrown over the lightheaded atmosphere of the banquet. Ronia stood up slowly. Apparently in a foul mood, her almond-shaped eyes were sharp and honed. Through the hushed silence, Ronia walked with long strides. Without casting a single glance at the other women, she stood blocking Sota’s path.

“…”

Remaining silent, Ronia effortlessly hoisted Sota’s body up. While Sota let out a small cry of surprise, the other soldiers watched the outcome, dumbfounded and slack-jawed.

“…I’m taking him first.”

They understood immediately what those words meant. They understood, but against Ronia’s aura that brooked no argument, they had no choice but to remain silent. Ronia the Tyrant. They knew that even if they banded together, they could not defeat her. 

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Once Sota was carried into a particularly large tent, he was shoved onto a bed. Perhaps because it was a simple, foldable structure, the mattress had little spring and was hard. Ronia lit an oil lamp that had been placed haphazardly atop a wooden box, then began to strip off the light armor she wore. She tossed her inner wear onto the clattering armor, exposing her lightly tanned naked body to the air.

“Whoa…”

Sota had unintentionally let out a voice of admiration. In contrast to her undressing, which felt almost masculine, the exposed body of Ronia was far too alluring. While she lacked the voluptuousness of Firis, Ronia’s toned, moderately muscular, and compact body was slender and beautiful. Her skin, tinged with the orange light of the oil lamp, bewitched Sota mysteriously, and the peaks of her modest breasts were a beautiful pink, looking almost innocent.

In terms of appearance, there didn’t seem to be a large age gap between Ronia and Sota. If anything, perhaps due to her small stature, she should have looked a few years younger than Sota. Yet Ronia’s naked body was so enchanting that it possessed the sensuality of a veteran courtesan.

“…”

Without a word, Ronia straddled Sota’s stomach and tore his shirt away as easily as if it were a scrap of paper. Upon seeing Sota’s smooth, exposed upper body, she licked her lips with her red tongue.

“I won’t treat you poorly. You’re just going to help me cool down the heat in my body for a bit.”

Her throat let out a gulp, and Ronia could clearly feel the slit of her sex becoming damp. Through all the twists and turns and things she hadn’t liked, when faced with the fact that she was about to hold a premium man, she pushed all idle thoughts out of her mind except for devouring Sota. In contrast, Sota, who was pinned down, felt almost a sense of relief. Rather than being handled roughly by the other Imperial soldiers, he was actually quite happy to be held by this beautiful woman who had clashed blades with Firis.

“…?”

Ronia’s hand stopped just as she was about to touch Sota’s white skin. This was because she saw that Sota, pinned beneath her, was wearing a gentle smile.

“Why are you smiling? Aren’t you scared?”

“No. I’m not scared at all.”

“What?”

Ronia looked visibly confused, her brow furrowing. Every man she had held until now had their face contorted in terror. But the man she was straddling now looked as though he truly wasn’t afraid, rather than just pretending. It was by no means the reaction of a man about to be forcibly violated.

Sota, met with her searching gaze, continued his words as if responding to it.

“Because you are kind, unlike the other Imperial soldiers.”

“…Kind? Don’t make me laugh. Is that a line you say under a woman?”

“You treated Firis-san as a fellow warrior and didn’t look down on her.”

“Just for that?”

“Even just for that, I was happy.”

Those were words from Sota’s heart. While the other women had treated the unconscious Firis roughly, pulling her hair and such, Ronia had not. She was a crude mercenary, but she also possessed the heart of a noble warrior. The fact that she had not mistreated Firis, the only person Sota had bonded with in this world, remained etched in his heart as a profoundly significant scene.

Thus, he let his guard down with Ronia. Thus, he did not notice her ferocity.

“Ngh…”

Ronia couldn’t help but let out a gulp. This was because she trembled with the joy of being able to defile Sota to her heart’s content. Sota, who wore an innocent smile and leaked such misplaced sentiments about her being “kind.” In the end, a woman was a predator and a plunderer by nature.

A sexual desire, boiled down like sludge, filled her entire body with a heavy flow, and a mass of love-fluids overflowed from her slit. Dull and hot, her body temperature continued to rise, and before long, Ronia became a beast.

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