I Went About My Life Normally Without Noticing It Was a World With Few Men, and Things Went Terribly Wrong - 6

Chapter 6: An Uncomfortably Close Bath

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Once I had actually stood up, I found I no longer had the heart to lie back down on that filthy bed. I had endured it last night because I was exhausted, but seeing it in the light, the state of it was truly wretched beyond words. The most prominent part was where it was stained a dark reddish-black with Yuka-san’s hymeneal blood. It must have been smeared around by our movements while we slept. It was all crusty, mixed in with love juices and semen. I felt certain that no amount of washing would ever get it out.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for a replacement…” 

“No, well… Let’s try washing it first. Even if I bought a new one, it feels like it’d just get dirty again right away…”

I didn’t know what the “correct” answer was. By the common sense of the world I lived in until yesterday, I’d thought a man shouldn’t make a woman pay, but things weren’t like that here, right? Maybe it would be better to accept it graciously rather than refuse, but I was unsure and ended up giving a halfway answer. However, it seemed my reply had something in it that moved Yuka-san. If I had to guess, it was because I said something that could be taken to mean I would accept having sex with her again in the future.

“Anyway, I want to take a bath.” 

“Eh, is that okay!?”

When I muttered it like a monologue, she reacted strongly. A blood-stained bed meant that my own rear and back, which had been lying on it, were likely in the same state. The parts where we were joined were squelching, and it smelled quite strong. I didn’t quite have the courage to take a sniff.

“I’ll go in with you, if it’s alright with you, Yuka-san.” 

“Of course it’s alright!”

I thought I’d have to endure until her rigidity faded, but if it was okay to go in together, then let’s just do it. I wanted to get in the bath as soon as humanly possible. Ah, maybe she was thinking the same thing but felt it would be improper for a woman to suggest it to a man. It seemed I should be more proactive in speaking up with her. 

I carried her toward the bathroom in a standing-carry position. Along the way, I was reminded of the bloodstains trailing across the hallway.

“Should we clean this up before we go in?” 

“Eh!! What are these bloodstains!?” 

“It’s your blood, Yuka-san.”

Yuka-san, seeing them for the first time, gasped. I explained what had happened last night. It seemed she really had been unconscious, as she looked genuinely shocked. I decided to stay quiet about the fact that I had taken a very long, thorough look at her breasts while she was out.

“I-I’m sorry, I even made you do the cleaning.” 

“Well, it’s because I walked through it…”

While the tub was filling with hot water, I cleaned the floor. I couldn’t have her do it for me, so in the end, I was the only one who could. This was because, beyond the simple fact that the two of us had to stay stuck together, her legs were still wrapped tightly around my waist.

Hypothetically, even if Yuka-san had been tall and muscular enough to lift me easily, I would still have been the one forced to stand and walk. In this world, a “reverse” standing-carry—where the woman lifts the man—would be impossible even for the best athlete. Because, the moment a man was about to climax, the woman would lose her ability to stand.

At this point, it hit me that this might be even more inconvenient than I’d initially thought. Even if I wanted her help with cleaning, the movement was entirely up to me, and since we couldn’t work separately, I could only do one person’s worth of work anyway. Furthermore, the hallway was narrow, making it difficult to crouch while holding another person. If I slipped and she hit her head, it would be a major liability.

Left with no other choice, I tossed wet wipes onto the floor and wiped it by stepping on them. Once finished, I picked them up with my toes and threw them into the trash. During these movements, perhaps the vibrations stimulated her internally, because Yuka-san clung to me, huffing and moaning into my ear. Precisely because of stuff like this that my penis could never stay small.

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I prepared towels for two and entered the bathroom. The tub was only about half full, but I figured it would overflow the moment the two of us got in. Taking extreme care not to slip, I lowered myself onto the bath stool. I worried whether it would break under the weight of two adults. I just needed it to hold out for today.

“Um… What should we do?” 

“…What should we do?”

It wasn’t as if being naked together was anything new, but being conscious of being in a bath with a woman made my heart race. 

…Even though we’re already doing much more than that!

As a distraction, I grabbed the showerhead, turned on the water, and checked the temperature. But in what order should we wash? At a loss, I put the showerhead back on the hook. I wanted the water to hit both of us equally, but this just seemed inefficient.

“I’ll hold it, so you can wash first, Yuka-san.” 

“Eh, no, no, Hikari-san, you first…” 

“Since you’re on top, wouldn’t it be better to wash from your side first?”

I encouraged the hesitating girl to wash her hair first. Our heights differed by about fifteen centimeters, so our eye levels weren’t that different, but I figured “ladies first” was best. Besides, women took longer. I held the showerhead for her and began wetting her hair. I worried it might be rude to stare, but if I looked away, I couldn’t aim the water, so it was unavoidable.

Since her hair was long, just rinsing it with water took quite a while. While my mind wandered during the task, I wondered if she needed makeup remover or something. I wasn’t sure. Was that something a man was allowed to mention? I’d said I should be proactive because she was reserved, but was commenting on makeup a different matter entirely?

“Ah, I’m okay now.” 

“Got it. Oh, here’s the shampoo, and this one is the conditioner.” 

“Thank you very much.”

It seemed she finished while I was lost in thought, so I quickly wet my own head. Meanwhile, she started shampooing. Even with just shampoo, she probably had specific products she liked to use. I realized far too late that I should had gone to her room first to grab her necessities.

That said, even though her room was right next door, I couldn’t exactly go outside in this messy state, so there was no helping it. Speaking of her room, since she had rushed over with a knife in such a literal “on the spur of the moment” fashion, the door was probably left unlocked, wasn’t it? 

Come to think of it, you don’t often find a situation in the modern day that so perfectly fits the description of “rushing out with a sword in hand.”

This apartment, typical of the city, was built to make effective use of a small plot of land, with only three units per floor. That meant there was one more room on our floor besides ours. I wondered if anyone lived in room 703. I hadn’t given any moving-in greetings, and I’d never received any. Not knowing your neighbors’ faces was a given in the city.

My thoughts drifted aimlessly like that. That often happened when you were  in the bath or taking a shower, right?

“Um! If you don’t mind, could I wash your hair for you?”

Just as I went to put the shower down and grab the shampoo, Yuka-san made the offer. She seemed to be in the middle of shampooing herself, though. Well, since she went out of her way to offer, it would be bad to refuse. Or perhaps this was her own way of apologizing.

“Then I’ll take you up on that.”

When I said that and bowed my head, it ended up buried right in her lush breasts with a soft “pafu.”

“Auh.”

It was a bit awkward, but I stayed quiet. If I was going to have her wash my hair while we were stuck together in a facing position, this was bound to happen. They were truly massive, appearing to hit that 100-centimeter mark. If expressed in alphabet sizes, they were probably entering a different dimension like a K or L-cup.

Even though she should have been covered in sweat, for some reason, the space between her breasts smelled of a sweet body musk. As I pressed my nose against them and breathed it in… 

Oh no, my penis is going to get big again. 

Yuka-san, who had been flustering about, seemed to have “rebooted” in response to that little jolt. She started shampooing me, but she was huffing for some reason, and her hips started to writhe… 

Is this going to be okay?

And so, we somehow finished shampooing each other, but the atmosphere was getting ominous, so we had to reset. 

Let’s just soak in the tub and calm down.

I was sure this water would get dirty quickly. This was because the junction between the two of us was in a terrible state. I had rinsed us as much as possible before getting in, but blood and other stains weren’t easily removed, and above all, the inside of her vagina, which had received multiple internal ejaculations, was likely a mess.

“I wonder if soaking in warm water like this will make it better?” 

“I wonder…”

What I was asking about was the rigidity in her legs caused by the Semen Sensing Reflex. Since it was muscle rigidity, I was hoping that soaking in warm water might loosen it bit by bit. I felt like the strength in her legs was softening slightly? And come to think of it, about two hours had passed since the last ejaculation, so it wouldn’t be strange for it to be released soon.

I turned on the shower inside the tub and aimed the water at our connection. As expected, the water became murky in an instant. The blood and body fluids that had dried and crusted onto our pubic hair were being washed away.

“Ah, ah, no, if you do that…”

Whether it was the warm shower water feeling good or something else, Yuka-san began to jolt and let out lewd little moans. But since we couldn’t get clean otherwise, I needed her to endure it.

“Yuka-san? I’m going to wash a bit inside too.”

As I said that, I touched her crotch. It was a beautiful slit that had been unused until just yesterday. I softly placed my hand on the part that was tightly clutching my penis and tried to pull it apart just a bit to create a gap. I intended to let the shower water flow in from there.

“Ah, no, no, don’t touch… Aaaaaah!”

Startled by her sudden loud cry, my hand was swatted away. The showerhead clattered against the tub and bounced off in a random direction. The moment I looked away to retrieve it, her hands gripped my waist. Surprised, I turned back to find her looking at me with unfocused eyes, muttering under her breath.

“It’s your fault, Hikari-san… For tempting me like that…!”

I thought it was bad, but it was already too late. Without any warm-up, she began violently slamming her hips. The water in the tub splashed and churned grandly.

“Agh, wait, slower…” 

“If I do this, it feels good, right! Look! Let it out, let out your semen that makes me feel good!!”

This was bad. I was going to be milked again. If that happened, the timer for her leg-lock would reset to zero. Fortunately, her clumsy movements weren’t actually that pleasurable. Being in the bath meant her love juices were washed away instantly, and there wasn’t enough slickness. The water acted as a buffer so it didn’t hurt, but I felt like I was just being moved back and forth with a hollow “kapo-kapo” sensation. I could totally endure this.

…Or so I thought at the time.

“Come on, just ejaculate already! Ah, is it coming!? It’s coming!”

Even though she had only been pounding away for a few minutes, my penis eventually felt good and began preparing to ejaculate. Yuka-san sensed this sensitively as well.

“Ngh!? Nnghuuuuuuuuuu!!”

The moment she received the internal ejaculation, Yuka-san arched back, and the back of her head slammed against the narrow bathroom wall with a thud. Regardless, she looked blissful as she stuck out her tongue while jolting and rubbing her beautiful hair against the wall.

I’ll have to redo the shampoo again…

I thought, feeling strangely composed, even as I was still ejaculating.

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