I Went About My Life Normally Without Noticing It Was a World With Few Men, and Things Went Terribly Wrong - 2

Chapter 2: The Aftermath of a Union Without Consent

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“Eh…”

Hearing Shirasago-san’s preposterous demand, I felt the tension drain out of me despite the dire situation. As I observed her again, I noticed the large breasts visible even through her loose-fitting dress. Their two peaks were pointed and sharp. No matter how I looked at it, she was clearly not wearing a bra, and I could tell her nipples were hard and erect.

Moving my gaze further down, I saw a small puddle that had somehow formed at her feet. Just as I looked, another droplet fell with a plop, joining the rest. It appeared to be an extremely viscous liquid, and a dripping, syrupy thread momentarily reflected the light with a glint. That thread seemed to originate from between her thighs, deep inside her skirt. Looking up at her face, it was flushed with heat, and she was panting with ragged breaths. 

She is clearly in heat. Thank you very much.

“What are you doing! Hurry up and do it!!”

Oh boy, she was angry. I grasped her objective, but I had no idea why she wanted to do such a thing to me of all people. To be perfectly honest, Shirasago-san was cute. From my perspective, she was exactly my type. Even without being threatened with a kitchen knife, if she had just asked normally, this kind of scenario would have been a dream come true for me. With looks like hers, I imagined she’d have her pick of men. I honestly couldn’t understand why she had resorted to such a crazed, reckless act.

That said, I couldn’t exactly defy someone holding a knife. Steeling my resolve, I pulled off my T-shirt. As I became bare-chested, Shirasago-san’s breathing grew even more frantic. I wasn’t fat, but I didn’t exactly have a body I was proud of, either.

“Um, should I take everything off…?” 

“Of course you should!!”

I hadn’t entirely ruled out the possibility that she intended to stab me after making me undress, but in this situation, I had no choice. Either way, she shouldn’t be able to harm me until the deed was done. I’d just have to keep negotiating during the act. Though I suppose the act itself(sexual intercourse) was a form of negotiation too! 

Caught in a strange sort of high from the surreal circumstances, I took the plunge and discarded my trousers and underwear together. Even in a life-threatening situation like this, my lower half was semi-erect. I mean, it couldn’t be helped. I had originally planned to masturbate while thinking about the sensation of her breasts. Add to that the body of Shirasago-san right in front of me, with her nipples poking through and her love juices dripping. One way or another, a bit of an erection was inevitable.

As for Shirasago-san, upon seeing it, she stood dazed with her mouth half-open, staring fixedly at that one spot without moving a muscle. Could I snatch the knife away now? No, I was completely naked. If we got into a scuffle, there was a very real danger of dying. In the end, unable to do anything, I simply waited for her to snap out of it and speak.

“L-lay down on the bed just like that.”

Doing as I was told, I led Shirasago-san into the room. I never imagined that my first time inviting a woman into my room would happen like this. Unfortunately, the room wasn’t very tidy, but she didn’t seem to have the presence of mind to notice such things.

Once I was lying on the bed fully naked, she climbed right on top of me, straddling me. I couldn’t see inside her skirt, but it appeared she wasn’t wearing panties. Perhaps so she could perform a reverse rape immediately. I’d hate to think she normally dressed like that, but it seemed she truly had nothing on under the dress. I could feel the tip of my penis touching her hottest part. She was slippery with the love juices overflowing boundlessly. It seemed she was perfectly prepared for insertion.

“Hah, hah… L-listen, don’t make any strange movements, okay?”

I wondered idly if the movements of sex didn’t count as “strange movements.” Shirasago-san appeared to be at the absolute peak of excitement. If this were a manga, her eyes would surely be drawn as dizzying swirls. The fact that she was threatening me while still clutching the kitchen knife in her right hand was terrifying. After all, her hand could slip at any moment.

“Um, I’m not going to resist…So could you put that down?”

Given that I was being pinned down by a woman who was physically my type, and considering the sensation of her skin directly against mine, I was able to maintain a light erection, but being held at knifepoint at such close range was still frightening. It would probably go in as it was, but it wouldn’t be surprising if I went limp at any second.

“T-that’s right. I don’t need this anymore, do I? Since Hikari-san and I are in love with each other.” 

“Eh…?”

My thoughts ground to a halt. I’d lost count of how many times I’d been baffled by her eccentric behavior today, but this took the cake. I didn’t even know where to begin to argue.

“Don’t try to play dumb! Your… Your penis is this big! That means you love me, right!?”

What…? Apparently, by her logic, having an erection meant I had feelings for her. Well, while it wasn’t entirely unrelated, was she really certifying my feelings based on just a semi-erect state? It seemed she was a girl who had never actually seen a penis before.

Furthermore, looking at her expression, she seemed to harbor a sliver of anxiety about her self-proclaimed mutual love. If I denied it and said I didn’t like her now, she might actually stab me. Actually, I’d already guessed her yandere tendencies the moment she pulled the knife, so I was fine with that, but there were other odd points. I decided to act like those were what bothered me.

“No, I mean, how do you know my name?” 

“Ah… T-that’s, well… In the mailbox…”

“My first name isn’t written on the mailbox though.”

The problem was that she had called me by my first name. If it were just my last name, she could have found it from the mailbox (just as I had discovered hers), but my first name wasn’t listed anywhere. Even if it had been written there, it was strange that she got the reading right.  I was often mistaken for “Hikaru,” yet she seemed certain.

“…I’m sorry. I looked… inside…”

To my utter amazement, she had apparently been rummaging through my mailbox when I saw her at the cluster of boxes earlier. 

I suppose some postcards do have names written in katakana. 

I mean, she felt bad enough to apologize for opening my mailbox, but threatening me with a knife was okay? Her moral compass was so warped it was scary. Compared to an actual mugger, I didn’t give a damn about the content in my mailbox. As long as she returned the contents later…

“Hah, well, whatever. Tell me Shirasago-san’s name too, while we’re at it.”

My tension having eased, I made a slip of the tongue. There was no way I should have known her last name, yet it had just come out. I realized I’d messed up only after seeing her eyes fly open in shock. But perhaps I should call it a blessing in disguise, as the situation took a massive turn for the better because of it. First of all, she threw the kitchen knife, which she had refused to let go of until now, onto the floor.

“I knew it… You do love me! That’s why…!” 

“Ah, yeah, well… From the mailbox…”

Shirasago-san’s eyes grew moist with apparent emotion. Simply knowing her name beforehand was enough to prove I loved her, it seemed. I was saved. I had no other way to prove “love” besides this… Seriously, good job, past me. And it turned out the reading “Shirasago” was correct. I’d just said it on a whim, but it might have been bad if I’d gotten it wrong.

“But I wasn’t rummaging. I don’t know your first name.”

Just to be clear, I should say for the record.

I’m not like you. 

I couldn’t deny that knowing even just her last name bordered on stalking, but that was a separate matter entirely. If the other person was happy about it, it was not stalking. Well, in my case, it was because I was lazy and left it wide open, but I bet Shirasago-san’s mailbox wouldn’t have opened even if I’d tried. Not that I was trying to open it in the first place!

“Yes! My name is Yuka. It’s written with the characters for ‘gentle’ and ‘fragrance,’ Yuka.” 

“Yuka-san, then. I’m Hikari Wago. Nice to meet you.”

I wasn’t cynical enough to say “It’s a pleasure to know you” under these circumstances, but I couldn’t help but wonder why on earth we were introducing ourselves like this. Now that the knife was gone, things had become slightly more sane, but giving your name while your penis was making squelching noises at the entrance of a vagina was still a pretty abnormal scene.

Now that I was conscious of it, the excitement started to kick in. Once the knife was out of the picture, all that was left was sex. Blood rushed to my semi-erect shaft, and the tip slipped into Yuka-san’s entrance, which was pressed tight against me.

“Eh, wait, what!?”

Surprised by the unfamiliar sensation, she looked down, but the connection was hidden by her skirt and couldn’t be seen. Even as she looked, my penis continued to grow larger, invading her vaginal canal by that much more. Finally, I grabbed her waist and thrust all the way to the back of her vagina.

“Nnghaaaaaaaaaaaah!!”

Faced with the shock of her first time, Yuka-san arched back and let out a beast-like cry. Her entire body trembled so violently that it actually started to scare me. Did she climax? No, surely that wouldn’t happen instantly upon the very first insertion. 

Despite that thought, the inside of her vagina squeezed tight, demanding my ejaculation. If I let my guard down, I felt like she’d make me cum immediately. I tried to stay as still as possible, grinding and crushing her cervix as if I were gouging out her internal organs.

“Nn-eh, what is this, it’s so big, I’m gonna die…!” 

“You’re not going to die. It doesn’t hurt as much as being stabbed with a knife, does it?” 

“That’s…! Please forgive me…”

Since I still held a grudge for being threatened, I figured being a bit rough would be for the best. 

If you do something bad, you have to be punished.

However, she didn’t seem to be in as much pain as I’d expected. In fact, she seemed to find even this pleasurable, letting out indescribably lewd moans and exposing an ahegao face.  Thinking back, she was at such a peak of excitement that she went into heat and committed a home invasion. Her sense of pain was probably dulled because of that.

I really wanted to punish her a little, though. I wondered what would actually get through to her. The desire to see her face in despair after being filled with semen reared its head, but I knew that was a joke that went too far. I had enough sense to know I should avoid that as a student, even as I was performing a raw insertion.

Well, it’s not my fault I didn’t have condoms ready. I’m the one who was suddenly invaded and threatened in my own home, so I shouldn’t be held responsible for that. I’ll just finish up at the right time and everything will be fine. 

Now that I’d successfully taken her weapon away, if I went too far, I wouldn’t be able to claim it was unavoidable.

“Yuka-san, I’m taking your clothes off.” 

“Fai…”

Wavering over how far I should go, I undressed her. Having lost all sense of her surroundings, she showed no resistance at all. Just as I thought, she had nothing on under the dress. Removing just that one layer left her stark naked. Then, a pair of breasts even more massive than I’d imagined came bouncing out. 

What is this…? 

This was a level of LITERAL “bursting breasts” I had never encountered before. Her top measurement had to be over 100 centimeters. I tried lifting them one by one in my hands. to think she walked around with something this heavy hanging off her… This was beyond obscene.

Succumbing to the magical power of those breasts, which were truly fit to be described as cow-like, my face was drawn to them reflexively. When I buried my face between them, I was enveloped in a sweet, milk-like scent. The contradictory phrase “violent softness” came to mind. I savored those masses of fat with my whole face and both hands, then took a hard, pointed nipple into my mouth.

The urge to suckle must be an instinct remaining from infancy. I’d hoped for something given the sheer scale of her motherhood, but as expected, she didn’t seem to be producing breast milk. As I sucked hard while kneading the other nipple, Yuka-san’s sweaty body grew even hotter. The scent of a woman in heat felt like it was repainting my entire familiar room.

“Nnh-hah, let it out, please cum… Give me your sperm…” 

“Is it okay to let it out inside? I’m really going to cum, you know?”

After a while of that, Yuka-san seemed to have regained her speech and began moving her hips on her own. She rocked her waist back and forth in awkward movements, begging for my cum. Of course, I didn’t take her seriously. It was just the kind of banter you have during sex. I was just playing with fire by stoking her sense of crisis to get myself excited, telling her I was going to cum inside. I planned to pull out right before the actual moment.

However, upon hearing that, she sped up her hip movements and continued her pistons in silence, aside from her shameful moans. At this rate, I wasn’t going to last long. Feeling pathetic that it was a bit early, I tried to make her realize with an ambiguous way of putting it.

“Yuka-san? Um, hey, it’s almost…” 

“Ah, you’re about to cum… It’s only a little more, then.” 

“Well, I mean, yeah, that’s why…”

I was shocked that she probably thought I was a premature ejaculator, but I didn’t have time to dwell on that shock. Yuka-san’s pressing hip movements didn’t stop, and the writhing inside her vagina squeezed my penis with precision, as if she recognized this was the final spurt. I wouldn’t last another minute. No, not even thirty seconds. I panicked and tried to hold her back.

“Wait, Yuka-san, I’m really going to cum.” 

“It’s okay, please give me plenty of your cum.” 

“It’s okay? You mean today is an ‘okay’ day?”

I naturally took that to mean it was a “safe day.” That said, just because today was her safe day, it didn’t mean she absolutely wouldn’t get pregnant. Having never finished inside before, I had a premonition that my cum was going to be many times thicker than when I masturbated alone. The panic that it would be bad to finish inside grew larger.

But Yuka-san’s crazy statement went even further beyond my imagination.

“Yes! It’s my ovulation day, so I’ll definitely get pregnant!”

What on earth is this person saying? This is too dangerous. There is absolutely no way I can finish inside now!

It was unclear why she thought “definitely,” since the chance of pregnancy was usually only twenty or thirty percent even on ovulation days, but there was no doubt it was far more dangerous than a safe day.

Thinking that even pre-cum might be pretty bad, I tried to pull out immediately, but at some point Yuka-san’s legs had wrapped around mine, holding me in a firm leg lock that I couldn’t easily move. 

What is this strength?! 

Despite having a standard build with no real muscle and only carrying plenty of fat in her breasts, she clung to me with a force that I, a man, couldn’t shake off even by struggling. In response, the tightening inside her vagina increased to a painful degree.

“Wait, this is bad! What do you mean it’s okay?!” 

“I absolutely won’t let your sperm go to waste! Please ejaculate with peace of mind!”

A “danger” declaration that was the exact opposite of “peace of mind” echoed. Her hands went around my back, crushing her massive breasts against me as she held me in a lock, determined not to let my upper body go. Whether it was the work of instinct or not, her hip movements had suddenly become smooth, and she repeated violent, high-speed pistons with a “pan-pan” sound.

I realized I was done for. Contrary to my reason, my penis already wanted to ejaculate. It wanted to get her pregnant. 

I mean, is there any man who could refrain from ejaculating when being demanded so fervently?

“Cum inside…” 

“Mugu.”

Yuka-san’s face approached with crazed eyes, and her lips were pressed against mine. Her hot tongue forced its way past my lips. Did she realize my shaft had grown exceptionally thick and engorged right before ejaculation? The violent movement of her hips stopped dead at that moment, and her firm cervix pressed tight against the tip of my penis as if sucking onto it.

And then, the levee broke. It was over so easily.

“Mm-muuuuuuuuuuu!!”

Semen erupted with a terrifying force, staining the depths of her vagina. The inside of her vagina clung to my shaft without a single millimeter of space, and it squeezed the semen up from the vaginal opening toward the very back in a rhythmic peristaltic motion, as if determined not to let a single drop of semen leak or remain. Prompted by that, I was forced into several small ejaculations, “pyut, pyut,” and I was made to realize she intended to squeeze out every last drop.

It’s over… 

The color drained from my face. If I’d looked in a mirror, I was certain I would have looked visibly pale. At the same time, I felt strangely calm and limp. My first time finishing inside. To think it could be this easy. I’d thought of it as a very special act performed by couples who had resolved to have a child, but now that it was over, it felt like nothing much at all.

I might still be in a state of confusion. I was made to ejaculate in a flash without any time for deep thought, and I had no room to indulge in sentimentality. I honestly had no idea how to take the current situation.

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