Dungeon Streaming in a Chastity-Reversed World with 1:99 Male-to-Female Ratio! I Might Be a Rare Man, But I’ll Risk My Life to Find a Wife! - 35

Chapter 35: The Dangerous Man and the Dangerous Cousins

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The beautiful adventurer sisters,Marin Itsukushima and Manao Itsukushima, who were the subject of many rumors, kept moving forward, holding their breath, determined to somehow reach their destination.If they could not make it, then they would rather die. With such a fierce resolve, they kept moving ahead. And at last, they reached the “door.”

“Finally… Finally, Nee-san…”

“Yes, it was such a long journey to get here…! Are you ready, Manao?”

When the elder sister, Marin, asked with serious eyes, her younger sister Manao returned her gaze with eyes of the same intensity, mirroring her face, and nodded. Then, the two of them opened the door. The door to the room where their long-awaited cousin, Ittou, was sleeping.

The cousins peeked their faces quietly through the door and spotted the sleeping Ittou. Although Ittou, who often dived into dungeons solo, was sensitive to presence, he had exhausted himself on the journey all the way to Tokyo and was now sound asleep.

Yesterday had been the day Ittou came from the countryside to Tokyo. The sisters both woke up early that morning, and for that day alone, they had declared long in advance that they would take a break from dungeon conquering to be in top condition.

They even wanted to go greet him at Tokyo Station, but their mother, Mami, told them she would only take them if they promised not to cause a scene; if they did, it would mean a whole week without seeing Ittou. So, with tears in their eyes, they endured.

As a result, when Ittou arrived at the house with Mami, they caused an uproar greater than Yakult (a baseball team) winning the championship, their eyes so wild with excitement in welcoming him that their mother accused them of being on drugs. Riding that tension high, they wore themselves out and fell asleep.

Waking at 3 a.m., they shed tears of blood regretting that they had missed the chance to say good night to Ittou on his first night in Tokyo. But with their quick switch of mindset, the two discussed it and decided instead to go watch him sleep.

Still, since they could not risk disturbing his rest and harming his health, they decided to go at 6 a.m. In the meantime, they bathed, napped, did makeup, and prepared themselves as best they could within three hours.

Marin and Manao exchanged nods and then used all the magic they could muster outside the dungeon to thin their presence with the spell <Silence>. Then, creeping right up to Ittou’s bedside, they both stared intently at him.

(So cute! So sexy! Ahhh, he’s overflowing with male pheromones!)

(So cool. So sexy. Ahhh, his male visual aura is irresistible…!)

Their eyes began to glitter more and more brightly as their breathing grew heavier. They inhaled Ittou’s scent deeply through their noses and burned his sleeping figure into their memories.

“…Nn?”

Ittou stirred, sensing an unfamiliar presence and scent mixing into his space, and slowly opened his eyelids, muttering a sound. As his blurred vision cleared, what he saw were the beautiful sisters, eyes wide and breathing heavily. At that moment, Ittou fully woke up, his own eyes widening to match theirs.

“Uwaaaaaaah!? Marin-neechan, Manao-chan, what are you doing!?”

“Haa, haa, Icchan, what kind of underwear are you wearing right now?”

“That’s the kind of thing people say in prank calls!”

“Haa, haa, Ikkun, what kind of underwear will you give me right now?”

“I’m not giving you any!”

Clutching his blanket tightly around himself, Ittou pressed it over his underwear area, his embarrassed posture exciting the sisters further, who snapped photo after photo on their smartphones.

Surrounded by their crazed, intoxicated eyes, Ittou searched desperately for a way to break out of this situation. But though not to Ittou’s level, the sisters had honed their teamwork since their youth through endless dungeon dives and monster battles—there were no openings.

The moment Ittou tried to move, Marin threw out a question to stop him.

“Hey, do you take baths properly?”

“I do take baths properly, but I’m not bathing with you, Marin-neechan!”

“Do I take baths properly?”

“I want you to, but I’m not bathing with you either, Manao-chan. Seriously, both of you! Get out!”

Even those words of rejection from the embarrassed Ittou turned into energy drinks for the sisters. Smiling slyly, they pressed their palms together, bowed deeply, and left the room with enlightened expressions—only to hold up their phones through the crack of the door.

“Geez! What are you even trying to take pictures of!?”

““Your live changing clothes!””

“Shut up!”

The standoff at the door came to an end when Mami, who was not a morning person, appeared with an annoyed look on her face.

After the morning’s round of “admiring Ittou’s photos,” Marin went to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. In the Itsukushima household, breakfast and dinner were basically done on a rotation. That said, since dinner was usually something bought and brought home for everyone to eat together, the only meal that was really cooked was breakfast. Lunch was left to each person.

However, with Ittou now living with them, that system was overturned. The joy of having their own cooking pass through Ittou’s mouth, throat, and stomach completely ruled over Marin and Manao, and the usual rule of “the loser of rock-paper-scissors cooks” had changed into “the winner cooks.” Mami, for her part, was happy with this, since she could give up her turn as cook for the two enthusiastic girls. 

And today, the one in charge of cooking was Marin.

“Wha—! Marin-neechan! That outfit!”

“Mmm~? What outfit are you talking about~? Could it be, you thought I was wearing a naked apron? Ta-dah!”

When Ittou entered the kitchen and turned bright red at the sight of Marin looking like she was wearing nothing but an apron, she grinned and lifted her bright red apron. Underneath were some extremely skimpy shorts and a tube top that left her navel bare.

“Nishishishi…. Icchan is so cute, uriruri.”

“…Haa~, don’t mess with me already. Come on, you’re supposed to be cooking, right? I’ll help, so hurry up and make it.”

“Eh? Ah, u-uhm… Y-yeah…”

As soon as Ittou stood beside her and started helping, Marin suddenly became quiet.

(Haaahhh? A man who cooks?! Isn’t it normal for men to do nothing—like that “rent-a-do-nothing man” service that was trendy for a while? Just being there is supposed to be enough! Wait, hold up… Icchan’s outfit…)

She stole a glance at Ittou. He was casually dressed in a tank top and shorts.

(So freaking sexy!!!!!! Haaaahhh?! A man showing his armpit is just asking to get attacked! Oi! Oi! Oi! A man showing his thighs is also asking to get attacked! Oi! Oi! Oi! Behold the birth of Lord Ero Koumon, the deputy shogun of the Erotic Shogunate!!)

Flustered, Marin grew more and more distracted, but Ittou, fully focused on cooking, didn’t notice a thing and kept going. Then their shoulders lightly brushed against each other.

“Kya…! Ah…!!!!”

“Ah, M-Marin-neechan… A-are you okay?”

“Ahahaha-ha! I-I-I’m totally fine! Like the Edo shogunate slogan—‘even with a hundred people riding, it’s totally fine!’ Ahahaha!”

Raising her voice over Ittou’s concern, Marin resumed cooking as if nothing had happened. But in her head…

(Uooooohhh! What was that girly squeal just now?! “Kya”—seriously?! But I mean, our bare shoulders bumped, and he was so bony yet muscular, and… But still, “kya”—ahhhhhh! That’s way too embarrassing!!)

“Ma-Marin-neechan! What are you making!? You’re chopping so hard with those two knives! That’s how you make mince!”

In the end, Marin minced all the vegetables to pieces, and Ittou turned them into smoothies. Mami, whose stomach was weak, was thankful for the gentle drink. Marin, however, blushed bright red in embarrassment—twice over. Manao looked on with a mocking gaze.

(Haaahhh, this is just like Nee-san… She acts so openly pervy, yet she’s actually just a pure maiden. Watch me, Ikkun—I’ll be the one to make you fall…!)

With Marin rendered meek, Manao made her move.

“Ikkun, if you’re not going out, then let’s play a game together. Twister.”

“T-Twister game?”

“Yeah. You spin a roulette with voice recognition on your phone, and it tells you which body part has to go on which colored circle. It’s a game that tests flexibility, strength, and willpower.”

“…Nn, but, Manao-chan, you’re scheming something, aren’t you?”

Ittou folded his arms and eyed her suspiciously. His hunch was spot-on. But Manao had anticipated that. She cleared her throat and raised a finger.

“Ikkun, this is the kind of game you play with friends and have fun. If you can do this, you’ll surely be popular.”

“…Hmm, well, yeah… Moving around a bit doesn’t sound too bad, I guess.”

Ittou was a boy in his teens. Of course, he had come to Tokyo to find a bride, but going at it too obviously was embarrassing. So instead, he gave off the air of not being particularly interested in popularity, but thinking “Maybe I’ll give it a try.”

Manao saw right through him. And so, the Twister game began.

“Hahaha! This game’s pretty easy.”

Thanks to the training he’d gotten from his grandmother and the old ladies back in the countryside, Ittou had both flexibility and strength, and kept his balance with ease. But gradually, his face lost its composure and turned red.

“Ah, I’ve got ‘right foot red.’ The only red one left is under you, Ikkun.”

“N-no way! There’s one right next to you! If you put it there, your butt will end up on my leg…!”

Manao deliberately pressed closer and closer to Ittou. Seeing him flustered made her tremble with delight.

(Fufufu… Ikkun’s embarrassed face is irresistible. Ahh, I want rice. That red face—is he mentaiko? Umeboshi? A jewelry box of sexinessss~. Ahh, I’m drooling, fufufu.)

Ittou, on the other hand, used every bit of flexibility and strength he had to keep their bodies from touching any more than necessary. But the effort left him breathless and sweating. Manao, savoring the sight of his flushed face, pressed closer still.

Then it happened.

Drip.

A bead of sweat fell onto Manao’s neck and trickled down her back.

“Hyann! …!!!!”

“M-Manao-chan?! Wh-wh-what happened? Are you okay?”

“D-d-d-d-don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry, it’s just my biceps landed on yellow, ahaha!”

Quickly speaking over his concern, Manao pretended nothing had happened and continued the game. But in her head…

(Ababababa! Wh-what was that girly squeal just now?! “Hyann”—seriously?! But Ikkun’s sweat dropped on my neck and slid down my back…! And now that I notice, Ikkun’s breathing all heavy and it’s super sexy, and his sweat makes him smell all male and it’s super sexy, and…I mean, I know it couldn’t be helped, but still, “Hyann”—th-th-th-that’s mortifying!!)

“Ma-Manao-chan! You’re shaking so much, are you okay?! You’re trembling so much the mat is soaked through! Hey!”

In the end, after sweating buckets, soaking the floor, and collapsing dizzy, Manao left Ittou to clean up the living room. He even ended up giving it a full cleaning, which Mami appreciated. Then, when Ittou carried Manao to her room, he happened to spot her stash of lewd goods, leaving her blushing crimson and writhing on her bed in embarrassment.

That night, with Marin still acting strangely, Ittou took over cooking. The sisters, their eyes glazed, stared at his back as he cooked.

Ittou served rice.

(So sexy!!)

Ittou divided the salad.

(So sexy!!)

Ittou poured juice and beer.

(So sexy!!)

Ittou pressed his hands together to say “Itadakimasu.”

(So sexy!!)

Ittou neatly removed the bones from a fish.

(So sexy!!)

Ittou drank some water.

(So sexy!!)

Ittou ate rice.

(So sexy!!)

Ittou pressed his hands together to say “Gochisousama.”

(So sexy!!)

Ittou rolled up his sleeves.

(So sexy!!)

Ittou washed dishes, getting his hands wet.

(So sexy!!)

Ittou, having finished his chores, zoned out for a moment.

(So sexy!!)

““G-good night…!””

“Ah, Marin-neechan, Manao-chan, good night.”

(His goodnight greeting—so sexy!!)

Everything he did seemed sexy in the sisters’ eyes, leaving them restless through the night.

The next day.

“Oh, are you two going dungeon diving today? Good luck! Take care!”

(Even his farewell, the way he waved, his smile… So sexy!!)

When the two entered the dungeon, they unsettled those around them.

“Wh-what’s wrong with you two?!”

“Uwaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! So cuuuuuute!!”

“Moooooooohhhhhh! So cooooooool!!”

The sisters rampaged wildly, destroying everything in sight. Their antics were streamed live, sending viewers into a frenzy.

〈What’s with the sisters today? They’re way too strong〉

〈Nice, keep it up. But seriously, they’re OP〉

〈Their eyes are gone…!〉

Watching the sisters fight passionately through the stream, Ittou was moved.

Uoooooohhh! So cool! I wanna be just like them—amazing and popular!!

Wanting to honor the sisters he respected, Ittou put even more effort into making dinner that night. Hearing the front door, he greeted them with a smile, still wearing his apron.

“Welcome back! You two were so cool! Great job! Do you want dinner? A bath?”

““You (Icchan/Ikkun)!””

“Nope! That’s not an option, geez!”

Enticed by their cousin who led them astray, the sisters stepped beyond the line. From here, the dangerous days of the three began.

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