Drifted Into a Reversed World ~ The One Method for Me, a Japanese Guy, to Survive in a World Where Men and Fertility Are Scarce ~ - 16

Chapter 16: Ravaged♡

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“Stop… ngh! Sto-op…! Plea-se sto-op…!”

He had lost track of how many times it had been. Every time he forcibly vented his essence inside her, he would “violate” her again without giving her a moment to catch her breath. 

Squelch! Thwack! His hips slammed into her buttocks from behind, and he continued to defile her vagina without a shred of restraint using his hard, towering meat. Every time Sota’s hips pulled away, Ronia’s cloudy white fluids trailed in long threads. Every time he struck her, her love-fluids splashed.

Sexual intercourse in Yggdrasil was fundamentally… or rather, almost entirely performed in the woman-on-top position. The female dominance of the world was clearly reflected even in the positions used for sex. Men, who generally loathed sexual acts, never thrust their own hips. Instead, it was common for the woman to straddle the man and squeeze the essence out of him in a crude manner of copulation. But Sota, who grew up in Japan, was different. A healthy young man whose vigor had been augmented far beyond necessity firmly gripped Ronia’s slender waist as she tried to crawl away and continued to violate her from behind.

The doggy style. This was the first time in Yggdrasil that a man had ever spontaneously taken that position. That was why she didn’t know. Ronia, who only knew how to exploit—who only knew the act of taking—did not know this sensation. She did not know this pleasure that was clearly one of female inferiority, being taken by a man from behind.

“Stop, oh… gh… ah…!”

Ronia could do nothing but gasp as if moaning, her face pressed into the pillow. In terms of pure physical power, Ronia was clearly superior, yet she was helpless before the ecstasy of being forcibly taken from behind. Even Ronia the Tyrant could not resist the incredibly fierce pumping of Sota’s meat as it was unleashed from the rear.

Her womb and her vagina were already bursting with Sota’s semen. Every time he broke through her defenses, semen spilled from her slit, leaving the bed in a terrible state. Sota’s semen and Ronia’s love-fluids defiled the sheets beyond measure, letting out a squelching, wet sound every time they moved.

If Sota were asked now if he possessed any sense of self, the answer would be no. Due to the stimulant effects of the aphrodisiac, he had transformed into a beast. Seeds were being refined in his testes without end, and his member knew nothing of wilting, remaining like a rod of steel. It could be described as a state of rampage. There was nothing that could stop his arousal. He would likely continue to violate Ronia until his strength was utterly spent.

However, Ronia was reaching her limit as well. Her words could no longer maintain the form of language; the sounds she emitted were more like screams. But there was no trace of mercy in Sota. It was only natural. He had fallen into a semi-delirious state due to an illegal drug for which he had zero tolerance. This was the harvest of the seeds Ronia had sown, having lived her life treating men however she pleased. It was a punishment.

Pressed into the pillow, letting out ragged breaths, Ronia reached her hundredth climax of the day. Her small body spasmed violently, and having been turned completely into a tool for self-gratification, her mind was already on the verge of splintering apart.

To think that being handled by a man as he wished felt this good. To think that being treated roughly as a mere tool for sexual release by a man was this exhilarating. Ronia’s sadism was cracking, and in secret, masochism was beginning to sprout in her heart.

“A-ah haah…! Ng-gooooh! Mo- stop, st-o-op…!”

“Hah—! Hah—! Ronia…!!!!”

Ronia let go of her consciousness then. In the midst of the storm of pleasure, the last thing she saw was the face of the female unit leader, who had entered the tent looking absolutely stunned.

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“Hu… h…?”

Faintly… A sense of self sprouted in Sota’s consciousness. It was morning. Sunlight filtered through the green ceiling woven by the trees, and small birds chirped in the distance. The leaves were wet with morning dew, and the chilly morning air was the same in Yggdrasil as it was in Japan. It was not a pleasant morning. His body was as heavy as lead, and he had a splitting headache. He felt a lethargy similar to the morning after a forty-degree fever.

“Why… am I naked…?”

Sota was standing there without a stitch of clothing on. He didn’t know how long he had been like that. However, it seemed he had lost consciousness while standing stark naked and remained upright.

Sota shivered and looked around. Several camping tents were pitched, and he could at least understand that he was still at the Imperial base, but…

“…What does this mean?”

A bizarre scene stretched out across the area. The women of the Imperial soldiers were all collapsed on the ground, regardless of whether it was dirt or grass, looking as though they had lost consciousness from exhaustion. Furthermore, the clothes they wore were torn or hanging open, and they lay there in scandalous states. Among them, there were even some spasming while letting out faint, wheezing breaths like a mosquito’s buzz.

(What on earth happened…?)

Sota couldn’t understand. He couldn’t grasp that this scene was the result of his own actions. Having the shackles of his lust removed by the aphrodisiac, he had turned into a beast and violated every single Imperial woman until they couldn’t stand. Of course, there was no way he could understand since he had no sense of self at the time, let alone reach that conclusion.

(Maybe a tentacle or slime-type monster, the kind you often see in lewd fantasies, neutralized these people for me…)

Sota assigned a suitably “otherworldly” reason to the carnage before him and hurried along as he recalled his priorities. He didn’t know what was what, but if he were going to escape, now was the greatest opportunity. He couldn’t let it slip away.

(Firis-san…!)

To avoid waking the Imperial soldiers, he tiptoed and searched the tents at random.

The inside of every tent smelled somewhat fishy (due to the love-fluids the women had sprayed), and Sota furrowed his brow. The sheer absurdity of the situation—moving so as not to be noticed by soldiers who were spasming and unconscious everywhere (and with incredibly happy faces, no less)—made him feel like he was losing his mind, but he finally found the tent he was looking for.

(Firis-san…!)

Firis, fitted with leg irons and handcuffs, had been placed in a simple cage. She was unconscious. The Imperial soldiers’ surprise attack must have been very effective and she looked limp, but there were no signs of her having been treated violently. Sota felt a sense of relief in his heart and was nearly ready to dance with joy at his further good fortune. Lying carelessly on top of a wooden box inside the tent was, by all appearances, the key to Firis’s cage and shackles. Sota quickly opened the lock of the cage and then carefully released Firis’s shackles. Faint red marks remained on her snow-white wrists, but that was a minor detail.

“Firis-san, it’s me. Sota. I’ve come to save you.”

He spoke in a low voice while gently shaking Firis’s body, but there was no response other than a small groan. It was possible she had been given some kind of drug to keep her comatose. In that case, Sota’s decision was quick. Deciding it would be far too problematic to be completely naked, he wrapped himself in a blanket that felt like a rag and hoisted Firis up. He didn’t have time to strip her of her silver-white armor, so he took her just as she was.

Sota then left the Imperial camp behind, muffling his breath and footsteps. It was a great shame to leave behind his equipment, that bright red rucksack, but it was certainly better than dying.

As a side note, it would be another two hours before the Imperial soldiers woke up and caused a massive uproar.

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