Drifted Into a Reversed World ~ The One Method for Me, a Japanese Guy, to Survive in a World Where Men and Fertility Are Scarce ~ - 15

Chapter 15: Aphrodisiac♡

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“Hey…Are they still at it?”

The unit leader asked a nearby subordinate irritably. Already three hours had passed since Ronia and the captive man had shut themselves inside the tent.

『One person, one round.』

That was the ironclad rule of the Empire whenever they captured a man. And yet, no matter how long they waited, Ronia did not come out. Even if they had yielded the first turn to her, others were “next” in line. She wanted to cool down the heat in her own body too, and she could no longer overlook this continued monopoly.

“Ca-Captain… well, it seems something is a bit strange…”

“What?”

The unit leader furrowed her brow in suspicion at her subordinate’s hesitant reply.

“What is it?”

“Well… no, I think it would be better if you actually saw it for yourself…”

“…?”

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In front of the tent. As the unit leader was guided to the spot, a bizarre scene unfolded before her. A group of utterly excited women were eavesdropping on the sounds from inside the tent with blatant lechery, all while pleasuring themselves.

“Perverts.”

The unit leader said mockingly, though she had no particular intention of looking down on them. After all, they had been through a long dry spell. When a woman hears a man—and a premium one at that—being ravaged, anyone would masturbate to settle the mounting arousal. One could say her previous remark included a sense of self-mockery. After all, she herself was in the midst of a restless heat, her libido seething uncontrollably.

“This is quite something.”

The unit leader made a low sound in the back of her throat. From inside the tent, screams like those of a wild beast were being let out. They were no longer mere moans of pleasure. It was impossible to tell if they came from ecstasy or terror. There was simply the sound of a human being pushed beyond all imagination.

“That Ronia Ilfitte. Just how fiercely is she attacking him? At this rate, the fun left for the rest of us might have diminished.”

By “fun being diminished,” she meant the possibility of the man being broken at the end of the violation. While the male genitalia itself could be made functional with drugs, if the mind broke, they couldn’t enjoy the reactions. The unit leader felt a slight pang of disappointment, but—

“N-No… Captain.”

“What is it?”

—at this point, she was met with another hesitant reaction. She felt a stir of ominous air as the subordinate, who usually only dropped lewd jokes, now stood flushed and gulped audibly.

“What is it? Out with it.”

“…I think you’ll understand if you, uh, look inside.”

“Look inside?”

The unit leader remained suspicious. What could there possibly be to see? Was it not just the usual sight of a woman trampling over a man? The unit leader reached for the tent flap—

“What…?”

—and fell silent.

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Tossing the syringe aside, Ronia licked her lips as if to say the real show was just beginning. Though she had been pushed by a wave of pleasure for a moment, her stamina as a first-rate warrior was coupled with the frustrated lust of a woman. There was no way a single act would satisfy her.

“Wh-at… my body is so hot…!”

Pinned underneath her, Sota could not hide his shock at the searing heat that felt like he was being slowly scorched. Not to mention the sweating, his heart was racing, and his brain felt sluggish. His vision began to blur, and Sota felt a sense of bewilderment at the sensation of his engine being forced to rev at full speed.

Sota’s rigid member reflected the orange glow of the oil lamp in the room with a greasy sheen. Its hardness and girth surpassed what it had been until moments ago. An uncontrollable excitement ensnared Sota’s entire body, and eventually, the only thing he could think about was ejaculating. Ronia’s tongue, like sweet nectar, crawled unreservedly over Sota’s lips and inside his mouth.

There was no affection. Only lust. It was a kiss that, rather than devouring him, seemed to suck all the saliva from Sota’s mouth. The lewd, wet sounds of their saliva entwining and the occasional smoky gasps of breath scorched Sota’s brain. The temperature inside the tent rose further, causing Ronia’s sweet body odor to grow even more pungent.

“Hah… haah…”

Without words, Ronia accepted Sota’s rigidity into her body once again. Feeling Sota’s member push in as if gouging through her coarse, ridged flesh, Ronia trembled and shuddered in delight. Her mouth—or rather, her facial muscles—relaxed sloppily, and the way she leaked saliva from the corners of her lips was an expression unimaginable to anyone who knew the battle-hardened Ronia.

Before long, the thrusting began. With every downward thrust of Ronia’s hips, a wet sound rang out as her small, lightly tanned buttocks struck Sota’s thighs. Her love-fluids, secreted in amounts that could be called a flood, had even formed a puddle.

“Ah… ugh… ngh, phew…”

As the pumping was repeated, Ronia’s excitement reached even greater heights at Sota’s writhing reaction, putting her in a fine mood. Her own vagina was making a man happy. It was just like the fantasies that any girl of age would dream up.

“Yeah! C’mon! It feels good, doesn’t it?”

It was monotonous, yet primal. Sota, too, was caught up in the excitement of a sexual act where he devoured pleasure according to instinct. Perhaps due to the drug, his mind wouldn’t turn. But right now, his only thought was to plant his seed in the female before him. Or rather, it’s more accurate to say that was the only thing left in his mind.

“Ronia-… sa…!”

“Let it out! This is only the second time…! Don’t hold back…! The drug’s effect is still…”

“Ah…!”

It was an ejaculation that felt almost like a leak. Pulsing and throbbing, it dyed Ronia’s depths in cloudy white. Perhaps because it came out unintentionally, the pleasure was thinner than the first time.

“Haha…”

The moment a man vomited out his semen inside her was when a woman’s self-esteem was most fulfilled. Ronia ground her internal ridges against his meat, encouraging further ejaculation. As she looked down at the writhing Sota, a tingling, pleasant ecstasy crawled all over her body.

Ronia trembled with a sense of achievement and satisfaction.

(As I thought, this is good.)

Subduing and conquering a good man was a woman’s true purpose. She reaffirmed that a kingdom that did not exploit men was, after all, foolish. Trembling slightly, Ronia collapsed onto Sota’s chest once again. Even for her, continuing to experience the pleasure of being skewered multiple times took a toll on her body.

(The third round will have to be after I get some water…)

She lifted her slightly heavy body, sat up from the bed, and reached for the water skin placed nearby—

“Eh?”

—when she was tumbled onto the bed.

“Hah—! Hah—!”

In front of her was Sota’s face, completely in heat. He was flushed, his eyes were darting about, and it was unclear if he was even sane. He forcibly pinned Ronia’s wrists down, subduing her, and then pressed his meat—which showed absolutely no signs of flagging—against the slit of her flesh.

“H-Hey… calm down a sec—higiee!?”

He did not wait for words. Sota skewered Ronia with his rigidity with effortless ease. Both its hardness and girth had increased even further. Sota wasn’t the only one who had misjudged the depths of his partner’s sexual desire. Anyone who knew the circumstances would have found the result clearer than day: this is what happens when you administer an Imperial-made aphrodisiac to a healthy, sexually vigorous college-aged male.

“Ronia…!”

“H-Hey! Wait a—”

The night had only just begun.

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