I Went About My Life Normally Without Noticing It Was a World With Few Men, and Things Went Terribly Wrong - 4

Chapter 4: The Motive Behind Her Actions

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“I am so incredibly sorry!!”

Around 8:00 AM, I woke up to the sensation of my body being shaken. And as a little bonus, I also felt a pleasant sensation in my lower half. Looking down, I saw a stark-naked Yuka-san still connected to me, flustered and panicking. As soon as she realized I was awake, the first thing she did was prostrate herself and apologize.

I wondered if this could technically be called dogeza. She was certainly bowing her head in deep apology, but she was doing it while still positioned on top of my body. I felt like a key element of a dogeza was being in a position where the person you were apologizing to was looking down on you. Bowing downward while pinning the other person to the bed felt like it failed to meet the legal requirements of a proper dogeza.

Still, it couldn’t be helped. For some reason, Yuka-san’s legs were still firmly locking my lower half in place, and it seemed she couldn’t do anything about it herself. I suppose I should consider it an improvement that she had at least let go with her upper body.

“If possible, I’d like you to get off first…” 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

When I wondered why the Semen Sensing Reflex hadn’t been released even after a whole night, the possibility occurred to me that I might have had a nocturnal emission. I didn’t have any specific memory or sensation of it, but I couldn’t be sure. Her vagina still felt amazing, and it wouldn’t be strange at all if a little bit had leaked out.

“Nnh, hah, hah…”

As she continued to apologize while prostrate, her breasts were crushed against my chest. Her hard, stiff nipples rubbed against me as she exhaled ragged breaths. 

Does this person actually intend to apologize? 

That said, being shown such an erotic naked body right as I woke up stirred something in me. The penis still housed within her warm vagina began to grow large again.

“Um… What about this?” 

“No, this is just…You know, a physiological reaction.”

Yuka-san, who gave a little jolt in response to the movement of my penis, looked up at me timidly with upturned eyes. It would be a problem if she misinterpreted a simple morning wood as something else. I intended to forgive her, but I hadn’t said it yet. However, once the switch deep in her vagina was flipped and her fire was lit, she couldn’t be stopped. Ignoring my protests, she began moving her hips of her own accord.

“I’m sorry! I’ll definitely turn myself in once this is over! So please, just give me one last memory!” 

“Wa-wait, wait, we haven’t finished talking yet!”

She turned a deaf ear to me and began violently slamming her hips with a “pan-pan” sound. Under the bright morning sun, the junction I could clearly see was making messy, wet noises with blood, love juices, and semen. Our connected genitals were emitting a thick, sexual musk.

“Ngh…” 

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you!? Hurry up and let it out! I’ll make sure to get pregnant!”

I tried my best to endure in silence, but apparently, it was impossible to hide the fact that you were about to ejaculate from the women of this world. Yuka-san tormented my penis as if she were certain of the imminent climax. Her hands were now gripping my waist, refusing to let go.

There wasn’t a man alive who wouldn’t be pleased by being told a woman wanted him to finish inside. My endurance reached its limit instantly at her declaration of wanting to get pregnant.

“I’ll give birth! Let out your ejaculation!!” 

“Ngh, it’s coming!”

Just as a man tried to thrust his penis as deep as possible at the moment of ejaculation, a woman in this world understood the timing perfectly. She stopped dead and pressed her cervix directly against my urethra.

“Hyaaaaaaaaaaaah!!”

Receiving the gushing torrent of semen, she arched back and climaxed while keeping my waist firmly locked with her arms and legs. There was a sense of obsession in the way she refused to loosen her grip even as she trembled with her tongue hanging out to the side. From within her naked white belly, I felt like I could almost hear the sound of her gulping down the cloudy fluid ravenously.

“I-It’s amazing, it feels so goood… Give me more…”

Yuka-san continued to grind her hips while holding onto mine, demanding more semen. Her writhing, undulating vagina squeezed my shaft, trying to wring out every last drop of residue. 

To think this is the standard behavior for women… What a lewd world.

Though, as far as I searched last night, I didn’t think I saw any mention of the woman’s climax. At the very least, I didn’t recall seeing it written anywhere that the Semen Sensing Reflex was accompanied by an orgasm on the woman’s part. That might meant Yuka-san was particularly nymphomaniacal.

After a while, once she had completely wrung out all the semen, Yuka-san gradually calmed down and her aura turned somber. If what she said earlier was true, she was probably thinking about turning herself in to the police and wondering what would become of her life afterward.

Since letting her hold the lead wasn’t going to get us anywhere, I decided to cut straight to the conclusion. I placed my hands over hers, which were trembling as she tried to peel herself away from my waist, and spoke to her.

“Yuka-san, you don’t have to turn yourself in.” 

“Eh…!?” 

“I’m not going to report this to the police. As long as you never do something like that again, it’s fine.”

She looked as if she had just heard something unbelievable. From her eyes, which blinked repeatedly in shock, pent-up tears spilled over.

“B-but why…?”

Ah, it looked like the strength left her hands. It seemed you could break the rigidity by surprising them. That said, her legs were still completely frozen in place. Perhaps the hold on the lower body, where we were sexually joined, was essential, while the arms were relatively weaker.

“Hmm, well, I guess the biggest reason is that Yuka-san is my type?”

I sat up slightly to meet her eyes, taking her hand as I spoke. There qwre many reasons, but as I wondered which to start with, I figured this was the easiest to explain.

“No way…!? You must be lying…?!” 

“It’s not a lie. You said it yourself last night, Yuka-san—that we were in love with each other.”

I reminded her of our talk last night. Well, it was a total fluke that I had seen her name, Shirasago, on her mailbox, but if that provided a convincing enough basis for her, I didn’t need to tell her that.

“It was love at first sight. That’s why I knew your name.” 

“R-really…?” 

“That’s right.”

Those words just slipped out of my mouth. Truth be told, I didn’t quite know how I felt about Yuka-san myself, or what kind of relationship I wanted to have. Girlfriend? Wife? Fuck buddy? I couldn’t say for sure it was any of those, yet I couldn’t deny them either.

All I knew for sure was that it would be a waste to just toss her into prison and say goodbye. That would leave a terrible taste in my mouth. Since that much was clear, my mouth moved on its own out of a desire to stop things from turning out that way.

“Then, then… Is it okay if I give birth to this child…?”

With an anxious face that showed she still couldn’t quite believe it, Yuka-san stroked her belly. She had declared she would give birth earlier, but it seemed she had been suffering internally. Still, hearing her call it “this child” so formally made me flustered. It made me feel like I needed to face the reality of it, too.

“…Of course. Besides, it would be sad for the child if their mother was a criminal.”

When I said that definitively and placed my hand over the one on her belly, she finally seemed to understand. She burst into tears and hugged me. I stroked her head as she sobbed, staying like that until she had settled down.

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“Are you feeling better now?” 

“Yes… Um, thank you so much. Even though I caused you such terrible trouble…”

Even after she stopped crying, the hold of her legs wouldn’t release, so we couldn’t get up and move. We were lying on the bed, facing each other on our sides. …The fact that I was doing it because she was heavy was a secret I would take to my grave.

“I’m fine with all that, but… I’d like to hear the reason. Why did you do such a thing?”

I fully intended to forgive her, but I found myself wanting to know the circumstances and motives properly, even if it was after the fact. To put it bluntly, what she did was robbery and rape…

I think they call it “forcible sexual intercourse” now? 

Normally, it would be legally wrong for me to just forgive her on my own, but as I said earlier, I couldn’t bear the thought of my own child being labeled the child of a criminal. If there was a proper reason and she’d never do it to anyone but me, I wanted to keep this between us.

“I’m sorry, it was truly a moment of madness… I fell in love with Hikari-san at first sight, and, well, I was in my ‘heat’ period…”

There it is!

That was the strange ecology of the women in this world. I saw this when I googled things last night too. Apparently, women in this world go into heat around their ovulation period. Well, there were people in my old world who said their sex drive increased around that time, but it was never considered a “heat” period because no clear trend was observed.

Heat was a word usually reserved for animals, and it seemed to be an embarrassing term that wasn’t highly recommended even here, but since the vast majority of the population was female, it wasn’t viewed as a major problem since women used it among themselves. The heat period in this world was so prominent that there was little individual variation. Basically anyone’s sex drive increased around their ovulation, and if they saw a man at that time, they could easily lose their sense of reason.

Listening to Yuka-san’s side of the story, it seemed she did try her best to suppress it, but because my contact with her was different from the attitude of a “common sense” man in this world, she just exploded. Well, she didn’t frame it in a way that shifted the blame onto me, but summarized from my perspective, that was how it went down.

Let’s look back at our encounter.

First, when I was about to go to the convenience store, I passed her at the seventh-floor elevator. Shockingly, she had already developed feelings for me at that point.

“I never thought a man would be living here…”

I greeted her with a “Good evening” here, but to be blunt, at that moment, she was already getting excited thinking she might have a “chance.” A man in this world would never initiate a greeting in a situation like that. He would be wary of women and keep his distance as if he was running away from her. In fact, passing someone in an elevator shouldn’t happen in the first place. When a man saw an elevator coming up, he was supposed to hide and let it pass. For a man to show himself in front of a woman when he was alone was dangerous in and of itself.

Anyway, after getting excited and going into her own home once, Yuka-san went back out because she wanted to know more about me. She was surprised when she tried the door to my room and found it open. After peering inside for a bit, she realized the mailbox might be open too and went downstairs to rummage through it. That was when she learned my full name.

There were already plenty of points to nitpick at this stage, but if it had ended there, it might have finished without anyone knowing. Well, she at least would have turned into my stalker, but she probably could have taken a strategy of slowly closing the distance in a more peaceful manner instead of threatening me with a kitchen knife. 

I also had a slightly unpleasant experience at the convenience store. Thinking back, the clerk was probably just suspicious of a man walking around late at night. Whether it was a twist of fate or coincidence, I finished my shopping quickly and happened to return at the exact same time she was rummaging through my mailbox. Because of that, she and I ended up riding the same elevator up.

Not dreaming for a second that the world had transformed, I acted like a gentleman according to the common sense of my old world, holding the elevator door and entering the same confined space as her. This was another action a man in this world would never do. At this point, I might as well have been signaling to her that she was more than welcome to take me.

“That’s why I realized that this person must have feelings for me, too. And you didn’t reject me even when my breasts touched you…”

Good grief. From Yuka-san’s perspective, I had invited her into a private room myself and showed no rejection of her courtship behavior of letting her breasts touch me. Meaning, I had given her my consent.

She was determined that she couldn’t let a male like this escape. Having become so excited she could no longer judge things properly, she thought she had to ravish me right then and there. However, compared to me—who was considered very large in this world—there was a high chance I could escape if she was empty-handed. Thus, she impulsively grabbed a handy weapon from her house and broke in.

“I’m truly sorry… If only I had trusted Hikari-san’s feelings, I wouldn’t have had to do something like that.”

In her mind, we had been in love from the start. To be honest, she was a bit scary.

That said, I had no intention of explaining that I had the common sense of a different world. How on earth could I make her believe such a preposterous story? The situation could be explained simply by the fact that I was an incredibly defenseless man, so bringing up fantasy would just make her think I was crazy. Since things were settling down nicely, there was no need to cause confusion by saying something weird.

To summarize, it was because I repeatedly took actions that, by the common sense of this world, would be taken as having feelings for her. Add to that the timing of her heat, the timing of when I left and came back, and above all, the timing of the world’s transformation. You could say it was caused by a very bad alignment of the stars.

If even one of those had been different, Yuka-san’s reason might not have collapsed, and we might have met and dated normally. 

If that’s the case, then it’s fine. We’ll just get back on the “correct” track that should have existed in the first place.

“But are you really sure? With me being your first wife…” 

“Of course. If it’s Yuka-san, I have no complaints.”

Right. As her words just now implied, polygamy was practiced in this world’s Japan. Since men were so limited, it was only logical that those precious men should be shared. Otherwise, society couldn’t survive. Even though she seemed like a yandere at first, it seemed the social common sense that one shouldn’t monopolize a man had been ingrained in her. In that case, there were no obstacles to me marrying her. If marrying her didn’t mean I have to give up on other women, then I could just leave the order of things to fate. 

What will be, will be.

“I’m so happy!! Then, well, since we’ve finally confirmed our love…” 

“O-oh.”

Saying that, Yuka-san slumped back on top of me. It was truly fitting for a reversed world. I might have slightly underestimated this sex drive, which was like that of a boy who had just lost his virginity… But my own recovery power also seemed to have increased, so I hoped I would be able to manage somehow.

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