Drifted Into a Reversed World ~ The One Method for Me, a Japanese Guy, to Survive in a World Where Men and Fertility Are Scarce ~ - 34

Chapter 34: Going Out of Control ♡

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“Haa… haa…”

She slid his trousers down. Only a single layer of underwear remained to hide Sota’s bare skin. Yes, just one layer of underwear. This was the state of affairs Elraine had reached—she, who had never even been granted the chance to see a man.

In this kingdom, where the majority of women end their lives without ever laying eyes on a man, the sheer bliss of stripping the clothes from such a beautiful male was overwhelming. The hands she placed on his underwear were trembling. With her own hands, she could expose a man’s private parts to the open air. There were no obstacles; no meddlers were anywhere to be found.

Elraine intended to take her time and enjoy this slowly. However, her body was more faithful to her instincts than her mind. When she vigorously yanked down the underwear her hands held, “it” revealed itself.

“Fua…”

It lay there, limp and heavy. It had a shape so peculiar and sensual that it was hard to believe it grew from Sota’s pretty face and body. Male genitalia. Naturally, this was the first time she had seen it so clearly and up close. Her breathing became even more ragged. The thought that this would take on hardness and gouge her own vagina made it impossible to suppress her excitement.

However, she had witnessed Sota and Firis having sex just the other day; from Elraine’s perspective, the possibility of this becoming erect was a one-in-ten-thousand chance. For the men of this world, it took a full monthly cycle to accumulate enough semen, libido, and the strength required for an erection.

…Yes, for the men of “this world.” Carrying a massive miscalculation, Elraine buried her face in Sota’s lower body with full intent.

“…Sssshhhhuuuu… ngh, haaaa… nngh…”

The scent was thick. Pressing her nose against the base of the penis—into the groove of the scrotum—Elraine trembled at the concentrated scent of Sota’s masculinity. Even though he had taken a bath, there was a slight perspiration from his metabolism. To be this close to the part that gouges a woman’s vulva and the pouch that manufactures seed, and furthermore, the luxury of inhaling that aroma.

(I am indulging in the height of luxury.)

Elraine thought to herself. The two fingers rubbing her own vagina increased in ferocity, and waves of pleasure surged and receded incessantly. Love-fluids sprayed two or three times, and having reached her climax, Elraine collapsed into repeated, jerky convulsions. She hadn’t known that using her first love directly as “material” for masturbation would bring such pleasure and a sense of immorality. Handling the man she longed for like a meat doll and committing such insolent acts against an unconscious partner felt unbearably good.

“Nn-ah…”

Opening her mouth wide, she welcomed it in. It was soft and slightly salty. As if licking it clean, as if tracing its contours with care, Elraine delicately rolled Sota’s penis over her tongue. Occasionally pecking at it with her lips, she defiled it with a vast amount of her own saliva. It didn’t need to be hard. She simply wanted to devour this penis inside her own mouth. Any woman in this world would think the same. This wasn’t some special fetish of Elraine’s.

However, an unexpected change began to occur.

“Ngh… mm, wait…!?”

Sota’s “it” gradually began to take on hardness. She could feel the meat-rod pushing back against Elraine’s tongue as strength surged through it. Its shape began to slowly expand and,

(No way… why!?)

Finally, it became erect. Standing tall and angry, it was slick and wet with Sota’s pre-ejaculate and Elraine’s saliva, pulsing rhythmically at regular intervals.

It was already longer than Elraine’s small face. Though it had been something she could stroke with her tongue just a moment ago, the engorged thing had transformed into a menacing silhouette. Elraine knew through her female instincts that this thickness of the trunk was for splitting through the vagina. This length of the rod was for delivering semen into the uterus. Whether she liked it or not, she could feel her heartbeat shaking her eardrums violently.

The penis of the man she loved beyond measure was erect. It was impossible. She trembled at this impossible stroke of luck. Even though he was unconscious, and even though he had just spent his semen on Firis only a few days ago.

“…Ha…! Ha…!”

Elraine mounted Sota. She positioned the member so that it aligned with her own slit. Her mounds squeezed the meat-rod, and the love-fluids expelled from her vaginal opening defiled it constantly, as if marking it. While remaining mounted, Elraine ground her hips.

A wet, obscene sound “chuku-chaku” slapped against the air of the room. The act known as “sumata” (thigh-rubbing) continued to shallowly stimulate the vaginal opening, and her enlarged clitoris occasionally caught on the ridge of the glans, bringing her devastating pleasure. Signals of pleasure that far exceeded her capacity were sent directly from her vagina to her brain without pause.

“Ngh!!! Nnggh!!!!!!”

Elraine continued to swing her hips like a madwoman. She was like a rabid dog that had just discovered lust. She continued to crush and grind her own clitoris against Sota’s penis. Elraine’s “earnest juice,” mixing with Sota’s pre-ejaculate, eventually increased in viscosity, creating several white, sticky bridges between Sota’s crotch and her own genitals. She climbed the spiral staircase of pleasure toward the absolute peak. The pleasure, which truly had no ceiling, continued to rise until Elraine began to feel actual fear.

…And yet, Sota continued to breathe in a healthy, peaceful sleep. Despite all that was being done to him, despite the fact that he was currently being violated, he continued to sleep defenselessly like an infant in a crib. The reality of it and the sense of conquest made Elraine feel as if her mind would break.

She had already reached climax several times. However, the premonition of an even greater tidal wave had arrived. Screams that no longer held a trace of words reflected wildly around the room. She herself couldn’t believe that such low, vulgar, and indecent cries—sounding like a crushed frog and filled with distorted tones—were coming from her own throat. Elraine hadn’t known she could be this disheveled, or that as a result of devouring pleasure, she would lose her very humanity.

(A pig. I am no longer human; I am a pig.)

Elraine thought to herself. A pig that snorted and sucked up lust with single-minded devotion.

They say pigs have no satiety center and are constantly tormented by hunger. It was the perfect expression to describe the current Elraine, who sought pleasure bottomlessly.

And Elraine desired it. The talented woman, who had lived through days of propriety, self-control, and abstinence, had discovered the pleasure of going mad for lust without shame or concern for appearances. It’s a common story for the elite… though Elraine might be the ultimate example.

…The climax was right before her. Through the gaps of her clenched teeth, a foul cry generated deep in her throat burst out. When she looked at Sota, he turned his face away slightly as if rolling over in his sleep and gave a small sniffle. That sight seemed so incredibly cute to Elraine that—

(Ah, I’m cumming.)

—She reached her climax.

A tidal wave of pleasure like never before. When Elraine’s fragile little boat was swallowed by that wave of pleasure, her consciousness shattered. Her brain and nerves were being burned out. Elraine was screaming. Like a slave having a brand seared into her belly, it was a scream and an expression that seemed, by now, to stem from pain. There could be no pain. However, pleasure that exceeded all limits transforms a person’s expression into one of agony.

The long-lasting wave of climax. A shock that was no joke, as if she were being blasted beyond the stars. She was being destroyed. She was being slaughtered. The ego known as Elraine was being utterly demolished at this moment. And it wasn’t only her who reached a climax. Sota, as if following Elraine’s orgasm, also fired bursts of white cloudiness from his penis. It sprayed forcefully onto his own stomach, chest, and even his face, scattering a unique scent.

That was the moment when Elraine’s shattered reason returned to her body all at once. The color drained from her face, and the gauge of excitement that had reached beyond its limit vanished instantly.

“Ah…!! Ahh…!! N-no…!!!”

For Elraine, this was nothing but a miscalculation. Before she could welcome it into her own vagina, Sota’s “it” had finished. She squeezed the penis as it continued to ejaculate, trying to hold it in, but it was already too late. As if giving its final breath, Sota’s member fired one last clump of white cloudiness and finished discharging.

“Ah, ahh…”

Elraine watched it go with an expression of despair.

…She hadn’t planned for it to end with mere sumata. But because it felt so good, she had inadvertently gone too far. With a pale face devoid of any composure, Elraine scooped up the semen pooled on Sota’s stomach and chest with her slender fingers and thrust it into her own vagina one after another. She gathered it up with a terrifying intensity, as if not to leave a single drop. She was so desperate, so miserable, and so utterly ridiculous. But Elraine was deadly serious. She smeared the semen deep inside her vagina so that the seed wouldn’t die and would reach her uterus. 

What would those who knew her think if they saw Elraine in such a state?

…It was a truly pathetic sight.

Already, nearly an hour had passed. Sota would be waking up.

…The time limit was drawing near.

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