I Got Transferred to a World Where Chastity Is Reversed, and Even Though I Just Pretended to Be Innocent and Treated People Kindly, I Got Worshipped Like a “God” and Overwhelmed With Love ~At an Academy With a Gender Ratio of 1:1000, It Would Be Really Bad If They Found Out I’m Actually Insanely Stacked~ - Chapter 07: The Sweet “Reward”

Chapter 07: The Sweet “Reward”

The rich scent of genuine leather, paired with the quiet hum of the engine.

The pitch-black limousine glided smoothly through the city, wrapped in evening shadows.

The back seat—completely cut off from the outside world—had become a closed space shared only by Naoto, with Kaguya Saionji and Reika seated close on either side of him.

Sinking into the deep, soft seat, Naoto found himself replaying the “common sense” of this world that he had looked up earlier that day.

(…Thinking about it again, this world is seriously insane.)

In this world, things like marriage or romance where men and women touched each other directly were almost fairy tales.

For most women, using a sperm bank and raising a child alone was completely normal.

Actually being with a real man—doing the real thing—was a once-in-a-lifetime miracle, if it happened at all.

It was the ultimate stroke of luck that every woman secretly longed for.

One article online had put it this way: “Intimacy with a real man brings pleasure on a level that self-satisfaction can’t compare to. A man’s pheromones dramatically heighten a woman’s sensitivity, and even a single gentle touch can lead her helplessly toward bliss.”

(And apparently, if a woman gets pregnant after being with a man, the odds of having a boy go up statistically. That raises her family’s status and earns strong support from the nation… basically a ‘seed of treasure.’ Multiple partners are even encouraged. For me, getting involved isn’t treated as a ‘scandal’—it’s seen as ‘mercy.’ …This world is insane—in the best way.)

Naoto lowered his gaze for a moment and let out a quiet, satisfied smile to himself.

In this world, most men were born with rather low specs—the average size was said to be around nine centimeters.

But Naoto, who had come from another world, already exceeded sixteen centimeters despite still being a high schooler.

(…If I ever got serious, wouldn’t the women in this world completely lose it?)

He shifted his gaze to the two girls beside him, who still looked tense from the recent fight, their excitement not yet faded.

“…Kaguya-san. Reika. Thanks for protecting me back there. You were both… really cool.”

As he said that, Naoto gently reached out, softly stroking Kaguya’s glossy navy-blue hair and then Reika’s wavy blonde hair, alternating between the two with careful, unhurried motions.

“H-Hyauh…!? N-No… it was only our duty…”

“A-And yeah… if it’s for you, I mean… this much is nothing…”

Soft, uneven breaths slipped from both of them.

Naoto then turned fully toward the class president.

“Kaguya-san. You really saved me.”

With a gentle smile, he slid a hand lightly around her back. Then, feigning an accident, his fingers found their way beneath Kaguya’s uniform and hooked onto the bra clasp—

—click.

A faint sensation ran through his fingertips as the clasp came undone.

It was the payoff from all those times back in his old world when he’d practiced removing one-handed, just in case he ever got a girlfriend.

“Ah, sorry,” Naoto said aloud.

Despite the words, his hand didn’t stop. He slipped it under her uniform, slid beneath her blouse, and directly cupped Kaguya’s now-freed soft swell in the palm of his hand.

“Ah…!? N-Naoto-sama…! T-That’s… you’re so close… ah…!”

The moment his skin brushed against her bare breast, Kaguya arched back, a hoarse cry spilling from her lips.

Naoto didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath brushing her ear.

“…Hey, Kaguya-san. It’s really warm here, isn’t it?”

His low voice slipped directly into her ear at point-blank range, sending a deep shiver straight through her core.

He gently nibbled at her earlobe, then slowly traced the back of her ear with his wet tongue.

“A-Ah… a-aaaaaahh…!”

Her voice fractured—the sound of reason unraveling.

The direct caress of her breast, his overwhelming presence, the way his attention stayed fixed entirely on her… all of it made Kaguya’s body tremble. Her strength drained away as she sank back into the seat, completely overwhelmed, climax crashing over her without restraint.

“…H-Hey! Isn’t that unfair…? You’re only spoiling Kaguya… I worked hard too, you know…?”

Watching from the side, Reika’s face flushed bright red with jealousy and pent-up feelings as she grabbed onto Naoto’s arm.

Just then, the limousine braked sharply.

“Woah!?”

Thrown off balance, Naoto tipped forward, pressing Reika down onto the sofa.

“Ah… Naoto…”

“…I was planning to thank you properly too, Reika. But a bad girl who can’t wait… might need a little lesson, don’t you think?”

Naoto looked down at her with a knowing smile.

He leaned in close, bringing his lips right beside her ear, and whispered in a voice that sent a shiver straight through her.

“…As a little reward for asking so nicely, I’ll do something small for you.”

Naoto nibbled her ear sweetly, blew hot breath against it, and with his free hand slowly traced the dangerous line along her inner thigh.

“H-Hya… not there… ahhh!!”

His hand slipped under the hem of her skirt, caressing right up against the most sensitive spot on her inner thigh.

He might still be a virgin, but against the abnormally high sensitivity of women in this world, even Naoto’s clumsy touch was lethal poison.

“…Wow. Your panties are already soaked through, Reika.”

“N-Naoto… Naoto…!”

Relentlessly attacked at the ear and teased at the base of her thighs, Reika couldn’t hold back. Her hips bucked hard.

A thick, sweet, heavy female in heat scent poured out from her, rivaling Kaguya’s.

After several fierce convulsions, Reika collapsed limply beneath Naoto.

“…Phew. You two really are cute.”

Inside the limousine, now thick with the scent of love juices and feverish heat, Naoto looked down at both of them with a satisfied expression.

Neither Kaguya nor Reika could properly sit anymore.

Clinging to him, they gazed up with melted, hazy eyes.

As for Naoto himself—he was keenly aware that he had reached his limit too.

Beneath his uniform trousers, his 16 cm “national resource” was rock-hard like never before, throbbing with violent insistence.

(…This is bad. Seeing expressions like that up close… there’s no way I’m walking away untouched. This world’s girls are way too sensitive—just the slightest closeness, and this is what happens.)

The limousine passed through the heavy, imposing gates of the Saionji estate.

A brief silence followed—the short moment between the car coming to a stop and the doors opening.

(…Tonight isn’t going to be calm for anyone.)

Naoto readjusted his hold on the two girls clinging to him so adorably and limply, igniting dark flames of anticipation for the “night session” that was about to begin.