Drifted Into a Reversed World ~ The One Method for Me, a Japanese Guy, to Survive in a World Where Men and Fertility Are Scarce ~ - 33

Chapter 33: Overwrite ♡

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Elraine’s thin lips pressed against Sota’s jaw, sucking at his skin. She puckered her lips to catch the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, welcoming it into her own, and traced the trail of moisture with her pink tongue. The saliva of her first love tasted of a bliss that could be replaced by nothing else.

She savored a part of her idol and first love thoroughly with her own taste buds. A crackling euphoria rampaged incessantly through Elraine’s skull. A flood of endorphins and dopamine surged through her body, and her heartbeat grew so loud it caused her entire frame to pulse with a dull rhythm.

“Haa… huff… haa… huff…!”

The distance between their faces was such that the tips of their noses were on the verge of touching. How healthy Sota’s sleeping breaths seemed, mingling with Elraine’s hot sighs, which were ragged enough to be mistaken for hyperventilation. Sota did not wake. He wore a comfortable-looking sleeping face, utterly unaware of what Elraine was about to do to him.

The talented Elraine was exhilarated beyond measure. She could now defile this innocence however she pleased. The “effect” of the wine she had brought was perfect. Sota would likely remain in a comatose sleep for about an hour from now. No one would come to interfere.

“…Heh.”

She couldn’t quite stifle her laughter. Elraine easily hoisted Sota’s body up, tossed him onto the bed, and shed her own clothes as if they were a nuisance. She nearly ripped her underwear as she cast it aside. The body that was revealed was beautifully proportioned. Appropriate muscle clung to her slender frame, and her developed breasts were more bountiful than average. The cherry-colored tips were already standing erect, swaying obscenely each time she took a deep, heaving breath.

Her hand naturally reached for her crotch. She smeared and kneaded her clitoris with squelching sounds, roughly digging into her hole. However, this was an unconscious act on Elraine’s part. All of her consciousness was focused entirely on watching Sota lying before her.

“Haa… ngh… fuu… nnh…”

Her glasses fogged up. However, Elraine did not realize she was excited enough to have steam rising from her body. She roughly wiped her precious glasses with the pads of her fingers, and when she put them back on, she could see clearly once more. Sota’s sleeping form, waiting to be preyed upon by Elraine atop the bed. Elraine climbed slowly onto the bed and leaned over Sota. Her breasts, exposed to the open air and falling downward according to gravity, were slowly crushed as they collided with the man’s firm chest.

“Nnff…! Nnff…!!”

She wrapped her arms around his waist and let her naked body crawl over him, clinging as if she were suctioned to him. She could feel Sota’s body temperature with her whole being. She was pressing her naked self flat against Sota.

(I’m so happy.)

That was all Elraine could think. Her intelligence quotient was dropping significantly. The primary cause was the “scent.” The scent of Sota after his bath, combined with his natural body odor, was the most perfect factor to melt Elraine’s intellect. It was exactly like a drug. She hadn’t known herself that she possessed a fetish for a man’s scent. She felt her brain melting away. Her composure was vanishing.

She pressed her nose against the back of his neck… right at the hairline of his nape, so hard that her nose lost its shape, and after inhaling Sota’s body odor as much as she could, she slowly exhaled hot breaths from her mouth. Just by draining Sota’s scent into her stomach, Elraine repeatedly let out sweet moans. A sweet, itchy pleasure was melting her brain… melting “Elrain.” While repeating those acts of inhalation, she moved her hips back and forth entirely independent of her will, rubbing her crotch against Sota’s thigh.

Her meat-pot, which had ripened to a mushy state, was already as wet as if she had leaked urine. Each time she rubbed against Sota, she spilled thick love-fluids, her vaginal opening writhing as it gaped open and shut. Elraine sought even more of the scent. She thrust her face into the tufts of his black hair, pressing her nose as if seeking the oils of his scalp.

“Nn haa…”

Whether she had obtained the scent she desired, Elraine relaxed her facial muscles and began to shake her hips pathetically again like a monkey in heat. The squelching water sounds intensified in pitch, indicating the degree of her excitement.

“Ngh!! Nnggh!!!”

Each time her clitoris rubbed, her voice leaked out involuntarily. Between the pleasure coming from her lower body and the scent of Sota ingested through her nasal cavity, Elraine’s body… her bones softened, her muscle fibers melted, and her insides began to turn into a soup that scattered an obscene stench. But there was no way for Elraine to stop. Springing up from Sota’s body, she roughly tore his clothes away.

Sota’s revealed skin was white, and…

“Ugh…!!! F-nggh…!!!”

…It was engraved with many traces—hickeys. They were nothing other than the unmistakable results of Firis devouring Sota. From his chest to his flanks, there were over a dozen obscene marks bestowed by Firis. Those marks, which defiled his innocent white skin, were red and asserted their presence. It was cunning of her to focus on the torso rather than the neck or limbs so that other people wouldn’t notice.

Elraine couldn’t help but feel frustrated. The one who was supposed to love this man, the one who was supposed to receive his first time, should have been her. Even now, while she had Sota all to herself, it was infuriating that the shadow of Firis flickered about. It was as if this was a spiteful message left by Firis for her.

More firewood was thrown into the flames of jealousy. The raging negative emotions manifested as tears, and they further heightened her body’s sensitivity in a way she was unaware of. The fact that this beautiful man had already been messed up by a woman, and being forced to vividly see that reality, caused her a significant amount of excitement.

“I have to make it clean…! I have to make it clean…!!!”

Elraine muttered those words like nonsense and began to suck on Sota’s skin. As if to overwrite those left by Firis. She carefully engraved them in over a dozen places.

(This man is mine.)

It was a primitive thought, like marking territory, yet it was faithful to Elraine’s instincts.

After about five minutes of careful sucking, Elraine finally seemed satisfied with the result of the marks, or perhaps she had reached a passing grade, for she pulled her lips away. The transparent liquid trailing from the corner of her mouth formed a gentle curve and adhered to Sota’s abdomen. Licking her lips with a slurp, she reached for Sota’s trousers with that same expression of utter desperation.

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