Drifted Into a Reversed World ~ The One Method for Me, a Japanese Guy, to Survive in a World Where Men and Fertility Are Scarce ~ - 7

Chapter 7: Sexual Desire♡

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The lewd scent of a female in full estrus rained down upon him. Golden hair flowing downward grazed his cheeks, and hot breaths pushed out by a violent heartbeat tickled the tip of Sota’s nose.

Firis’s pupils were completely dilated. The hands pinning Sota’s slender arms were trembling, yet they held a heat that felt like it could burn him. Her face was flushed, and the crimson tint rising through her snow-white skin reflected the color of the rain with a bottomless obscenity.

“…Ngh…!”

Sota could do nothing but blink in bewilderment at Firis’s sudden action. His brain was unable to process the situation, leaving him entirely confused by the woman pinning him down. However, his male instincts certainly caught Firis’s excitement. His own heart skipped a beat at the shower of sighs and the sweet scent of her body.

“…”

Outside the hollow, the rain sounded like a waterfall. Inside the hushed cavern, a moist humidity filled the air, and a cool breeze flowed between the two of them. However, the prisoner of this strange tension was released for only a moment. Firis grabbed her own shirt and violently stripped it off. At that same moment, her massive breasts, freed from their restraint, spilled out. Encased in plain, well-worn white underwear, they bounced vertically like water balloons, drawing Sota’s gaze entirely.

“Eh, wait… Firis-sa—nngh!?”

Events continued to spiral at a dizzying pace. Without waiting for the flushed Sota’s next words, Firis’s lips were pressed against his. Firis’s plump, voluptuous lips met Sota’s dry ones, changing shape as if to boast of their softness. Her peach-colored lips yielded to the crushing force, and through the gap, her breath, heavy with heat, leaked out. It was a clumsy kiss, one of brute force that simply involved pressing her mouth against his.

However, it was more than enough to drag a man and woman who possessed strong sexual impulses—but knew nothing of true intimacy—into a world of carnal desire. Firis’s crotch became drenchingly wet, and Sota’s member began to grow hard without waiting for his consent. The kiss that felt like an eternity finally came to an end. The lungs of Firis, who had been holding her breath during the act, could no longer endure.

“Huff… huff…!”

Firis’s breathing, as she gasped for oxygen, was ragged and hot. Her face ripened to an even deeper apple-red, and her heart pounded with a frantic rhythm. Then, Firis grabbed Sota’s shoulders and blurted out:

“I-It’s fine, isn’t it!?”

(What is?)

Vague question marks immediately floated through Sota’s mind.

“I-It’s your fault for getting naked in front of a woman! A-And for showing off a body like that, which looks like it’s made to be loved by women, so… so casually…!”

It was a pathetic excuse from a female general named Firis Aigur. The pathetic excuse of a woman who had spent her life disciplining herself according to her country’s teachings and hiding her own lust. Firis’s current actions—pushing down a man, forcibly stealing a kiss, and even selfishly trying to sip the nectar beyond that—were serious crimes that would merit the death penalty in the Kingdom of Vedna. Yet, in her state of full estrus, she could not stop herself; if anything, she piled on excuses to blame the man she was straddling for her own sins.

How pathetic this was. If those who knew the general—who had strictly disciplined herself and her subordinates—were to see her like this, how many voices of disappointment would be raised? But Firis would not stop. She could not stop. How could anyone stop the runaway train of a woman’s sexual desire that had been stored up and ripened for twenty-eight years?

“I-I’ve injured my leg and I don’t know when I might be killed! It’s fine, isn’t it, to let me have a good memory at the end!? D-Don’t you think it’s pitiful for a woman to die without ever knowing a man!?”

“…It’s fine.”

“P-Please…! I beg you… p-please have mercy on—eh?”

“I said, it’s fine.”

The pitiful man being straddled was looking into Firis’s eyes with an angelic smile that seemed to embrace everything. Firis’s reason, which had been like a shackle, shattered with incredible ease.

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Inside the narrow hollow, only lewd, wet sounds and heavy breathing echoed. Sota was both excited and astonished by Firis’s desperate lust as she licked his entire body. Her red tongue, extending crudely from her thick lips, crawled over Sota’s nipples, armpits, thighs, and neck without missing a spot. This was not a tongue meant to please a man. It was the result of a selfish, lustful impulse—she simply wanted to feel a “man” and conquer him with that tongue.

To be honest, Sota didn’t understand even thirty percent of what Firis was saying. Partly because he was at his limit of excitement after seeing a woman naked for the first time, but also because from his perspective, Firis’s words were incoherent. However, he understood that Firis… that beautiful woman with golden hair, was seeking his body with single-minded devotion. That was why he allowed it.

“It’s fine,” he had said. Sota was excited by Firis’s almost shameful levels of lust. He couldn’t hide his excitement at the fact that this dignified woman was now making a fool of herself, licking his body all over without a care for shame or reputation.

His member throbbed until it almost hurt, gaining a hardness and heat like heated iron. The thick semen stored in his scrotum waited impatiently to be ejaculated. Firis had been licking him all over, but she avoided “that place” alone. It was as if she were saving the main dish for last.

“Fi-Firis-san…”

As a panting voice leaked from Sota’s lips as if seeking her, Firis’s pride felt entirely fulfilled. In this world, it was almost unheard of for a man to gain sexual pleasure or even to achieve an erection in the first place. One would usually have to store up semen and desire for a month and be provided with the finest women and techniques to finally lead a man to ejaculation, so one can see how difficult sexual intercourse with a man normally was.

That was why Firis felt a significant sense of conquest and superiority at the fact that her own technique, though it couldn’t accurately be called that, was making a man pant. That alone caused a cluster of droplets to leak from the slit between her thighs. Gaining confidence, Firis opened her mouth with exaggerated flair and swallowed him in one breath.

“Ugh… waah!”

Sota couldn’t help but let out a cry. The inside of Firis’s mouth, thick with heat, felt like a living creature with its own will. Her tongue undulated and sucked with a squelching wetness, slurping at Sota’s member. She was useless at other techniques, but when it came to fellatio, she seemed skilled, perhaps due to the knowledge she had accumulated.

His first intimate contact with a woman. Firis’s sweet body odor hanging in the air. The sweet voice and lewd, wet sounds that leaked out every time she sucked and puckered her mouth. Sota’s sense of climax had already climbed that far.

“Firis-sa… aagh…!”

“Nnngh!?!?”

Sota instinctively pressed down on Firis’s head and discharged his white cloud into the depths of her throat. An unruly pleasure that felt like his skull was creaking broke and filled Sota’s body. Firis accepted it, puckering her mouth even further to suck it out so as not to let a single drop of liquid escape. Following the beat of his heart, the ejaculation continued a third and fourth time. With each time, Firis’s throat gurgled as the white cloud continued to defile her esophagus and stomach. The ejaculation lasted for a full five seconds, yet Firis continued to swallow every bit of it.

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