I Went About My Life Normally Without Noticing It Was a World With Few Men, and Things Went Terribly Wrong - 8

Chapter 8: A Day With No End in Sight

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“Wouldn’t it be fine if we just stayed like this forever?”

“No, no… We wouldn’t be able to make a living.”

When I glanced at the time display on my smartphone, it was just about to tick over from fourteen to fifteen o’clock. Yuka-san, who had calmed down and now had dark, downcast eyes, was clearly falling into despair. Losing to desire and being sent back to square one right when we were so close seemed to have hit her especially hard.

Just then, a loud growl came from a stomach. Whose was it? It might have been both of ours. We hadn’t eaten anything since waking up, and on top of that we’d been having sex over and over again. We were finally at our limit. For a moment, I wondered if maybe it would be fine to just keep living like this, but the food problem came up immediately.

As long as we were still connected, we couldn’t go out to buy groceries, let alone order delivery. Even if we had money, there was simply no way to obtain food. There might be services where you could receive deliveries without meeting the courier if you searched hard enough, but the options would be extremely limited.

“Yuka-san, which one do you want?”

“Sorry… I’ll take this. I’ll pay you back later…”

I opened the refrigerator, lined up the boxed meals I’d bought last night, and let her choose. It was lucky that I’d always been somewhat of a shut-in and had the habit of buying a full day’s worth of food late at night. Still, with two people, it would only last half a day. In reality, I also had a decent stockpile of cup noodles and retort food, but needless to say, it wasn’t infinite.

And then there was the other major problem, another natural law: if you ate, something had to come out. We’d both been avoiding the topic and looking away, but we’d just taken care of the small side earlier. There was no way not to think about it. Peeing wasn’t exactly a fetish of mine. Going for a number two was on a completely different level. I didn’t want to be seen doing it, and I didn’t want to see the other person either. I wasn’t that advanced.

To drive the point home, the third problem—obvious as it was—was hygiene. No matter how much you washed, staying joined together for days on end was worrying. And honestly, staying erect for that long was scary too. I’d heard—half-remembered—that if an erection lasted too long and blood pooled, your dick could necrotize or something. I didn’t know if it was true though.

Maybe my dick really was some kind of absurd stamina cheat, because even after all this continuous sex it didn’t hurt. So I wasn’t panicking immediately, but still. Anyway, we talked things over while eating what served as both breakfast and lunch, and seriously considered calling an ambulance.

We couldn’t go on our own, and a taxi would count as public indecency. Both of us lived alone, away from our parents, so there was no one who could drive us. There really wasn’t any other option. After discussing it, we decided to try one last time to solve it ourselves. If that failed, we’d call. That was the resolution.

It might seem overly relaxed, but the reason was to avoid as many eyes as possible—we’d wait until it got dark. A stretcher probably wouldn’t fit in our building’s narrow elevator, and it felt wrong to use one when we could technically walk. I planned to carry Yuka-san from the building to where the ambulance would be parked.

We wanted to avoid being seen like that as much as possible. Yuka-san strongly insisted that even aside from that, a young man exposing himself in front of women was dangerous. To be thorough, we set the final attempt for three and a half hours later, at 6:30 p.m. We’d gotten close in three hours before, so surely this time it would work.

“But we should prepare just in case, right? What do you need when you go to a hospital… An insurance card, and…”

“Yes… Could you come by my room later?”

Looking back, both of us had a premonition that we’d fail. So to prepare for riding in the ambulance, we decided to stop by Yuka-san’s room once it got dark. For a while after that, we tried to live as normally as possible. I read reference materials for an upcoming term paper, and Yuka-san passed the time reading manga from my room. Maybe because we’d already been like this for over half a day, we’d gotten used to it. Even with our lower bodies still connected, I was surprisingly able to concentrate.

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By the time we could see the sunset, it was time to get dressed since we were going outside, even if it was just next door. It felt strangely nostalgic. Yuka-san’s clothes hadn’t gotten dirty, since I’d taken them off in the middle of the first act. She only had a single dress, and she hadn’t been wearing underwear to begin with.

“That’s everything, right?”

“Ah! Th-that’s because I was just going to the convenience store! I usually wear them! …Most of the time.”

I was just checking for forgotten items as I picked up the dress, but she panicked and started making excuses, like I’d pointed out her sloppiness. In a world where almost only women existed outside, it seemed normal for women to dress that casually. No panties, no bra was ordinary. Apparently, if it was hot, going topless in public wasn’t unheard of either.

…Is this paradise?

I tried to put on a new pair of underwear, but the front was still connected to Yuka-san, and her legs were tightly wrapped around me from behind, so I couldn’t put them on properly. I forced them into place as best I could and settled for “good enough not to fall down.” I’d change again later. On top, I put on my room sweatpants.

First, I had to check outside. Even though we were dressed and the connected part was hidden by her dress skirt, we still looked extremely suspicious. We couldn’t afford to be seen. Just as I unlocked the door and tried to open it quietly, it was stopped by the door guard with a loud clunk. It was something Yuka-san had carefully latched last night to keep me from escaping.

“Ah…Right.”

“W-wait, you don’t usually lock this!?”

When I realized I’d forgotten to remove the guard and tried again, Yuka-san cried out in surprise. She’d figured out that I didn’t normally use it.

“That’s dangerous! You’re a man! Geez, you’re way too careless!”

“Yeah, you’re right. After all,  there are people like you out there, Yuka-san.”

“…I’m sorry about that.”

“No, your warning is right. I’ll be more careful.”

The fact that Yuka-san herself embodied that danger made her warning incredibly persuasive. I really should be more careful. Getting attacked by a beautiful woman like her would be a dream come true, but it could just as easily be an ugly old woman. That thought made it pretty terrifying. Yuka-san shrank down, looking dejected. Come to think of it, the knife she’d brought was still under the bed. I’d have to return it later.

In such a small room, even moving the bed meant pushing tables and books aside—it was a whole task. Well, I’d think of it as cleaning. Once again, I peeked outside through the crack in the door. There was no point worrying about Room 703. Even if someone was there, there’d be no warning until the door opened. The key thing was the elevator. After confirming it was stopped on the first floor, I quickly slipped outside and into Room 702 next door.

“Um… It’s messy, so please don’t look too much…”

Yuka-san said hesitantly. Still, coming from someone who’d stormed my room without warning, she didn’t really have room to talk. She seemed aware of that herself and looked apologetic. In reality, her room wasn’t messy at all. It was neatly organized and clean. Her room was just as you’d expect from her appearance, or perhaps unexpectedly so.

“It smells nice here.”

“Eh!? Does it smell bad!?”

“No, no. Maybe it’s the smell of your scent, Yuka-san. I like it.”

“Fah…”

People don’t notice their own home’s smell, but when you visit someone else’s, it’s obvious.

In Yuka-san’s case, true to her name, it was a gentle, pleasant fragrance. Suddenly aroused, she clung to me and buried her face in my neck. Her hips began to writhe again, and the hot pulsing thing inside of her started demanding semen. The scent of her heat grew stronger.

“Hey, if we do it now…”

“Haa, haa… But…”

“No. We already waited this long.”

“Uuu…”

Yuka-san groaned as she desperately held back. The libido during heat really was terrifying. Normally, she must endure it even without men, so maybe masturbation was enough, but with a dick buried deep inside her now, it was probably unbearable.

“Come on, let’s grab what we need and go back.”

“…Okay.”

Feeling uneasy about her continuing hip movements, I followed her instructions and gathered her wallet, phone, makeup pouch, underwear, and so on. She didn’t seem bothered at all by a man like me seeing her underwear, which really drove home the difference in this reversed-gender world. When we finally made it back to my room safely, it was just past 6:30 p.m. Perfect timing. I grouped Yuka-san’s belongings on the table, and just as I was stretching from a bit of fatigue, the incident struck, like it had been waiting for that moment.

“W-wait!?”

She suddenly slammed her hand against the wall, throwing me off balance, and we collapsed onto the bed still locked together. I barely managed to land underneath, falling back as my full weight drove my dick mercilessly into the depths of her vagina.

“Nguhhhhhh!!”

She arched back from the impact, braced herself on my chest, and then pinned my shoulders down. She looked down at me with lust-crazed eyes. I could tell at a glance. Nothing I said would stop her now.

“Yuka-san… You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“…What’s wrong with that? We’re calling an ambulance anyway. So before that, let’s feel good, okay?”

I’d had a feeling it would turn out like this. That was why we’d prepared so thoroughly for the hospital. Still, ending it without even trying the last chance to solve it ourselves felt wrong. But in her mind, preparation complete equaled permission to have sex. The pure, demure aura she should have had completely vanished. Like a dog in heat, she stuck out her tongue, panting as she slammed her hips down roughly.

“You said you like me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah…”

“Then give me proof. Ejaculate properly. You can do that, right?”

Strictly speaking, I’d only said I liked her smell. A smart woman like her surely knew that, but she was probably so starved for affection that she wanted to misinterpret it on her own accord. And no matter what I said, she could tell clearly whether I was close or not. She attacked with nothing but violent thrusts, and when I still didn’t seem to cum soon—though it had only been about two minutes—Yuka-san started to grow impatient. I was about to wonder what to do, but there was no need. Her grip tightened, and her vaginal walls clenched harder.

“Ahaha. You’re going to come, aren’t you? Your little thing is saying it likes me!”

Panting, her face drew closer as she violated me. Saliva dripped from her tongue into my mouth. Sensing I’d reached my limit, she suddenly stopped moving, locked eyes with me, and demanded my ejaculation. Her cervix sucked tightly onto the tip, and in the momentary silence just before release, I launched a counterattack.

“I like you, Yuka.”

“—! Nghhhhh!!”

I spilled my seed along with the words. Receiving it directly into her womb, she shook violently like she’d broken, clenching her teeth as she groaned. I endured her even more intense grinding and suction for a while, my shoulders still pinned down.

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Eventually, the stiffness left her hands and she collapsed forward, and I hurried to catch her.

“Phew… So it ended up like this.”

“Luv…”

“Mgh!?”

Overwhelmed with bliss, she grabbed my cheeks with both hands and sealed my lips. Her tongue pushed in, licking everywhere as if to trace the inside of my mouth. After several full minutes, she finally seemed satisfied and pulled back, though her speech was still slurred.

“I luv you. Pwease marry me.”

“Sure.”

“R-really…?”

“Really.”

When I answered, Yuka-san smiled blissfully, melting as she buried her face into my neck and rubbed her nose against me. I suddenly thought that in a world like this, the value—or the hurdle—of the word “like” must be incredibly low. From women to men, that went without saying.

As proven by how a beauty like Yuka-san had fallen so hard for someone like me, men were simply too rare. Just meeting one and being treated kindly was enough to spark affection. But what about from men to women? In another sense, it was cheap as well. Given the population ratio, a single man in this world had to deal with hundreds of women. If he said “I like you” to one and said the same thing to hundreds of others, how shallow would those words be?

But here, that was allowed. More than allowed, actually. In fact, it was inevitable, given the population structure.

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

In a world where courting many women wasn’t considered cheating, but rather encouraged, I thought I’d enjoy living that way. Still, for now at least, I’d be a man just for Yuka-san. Stroking her smooth hair as she clung to me, that was what I thought.

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“We’re the emergency responders. We received a report are you Wago-san?”

And then, at 8:00 p.m., the intercom rang just as we’d minimally tidied ourselves up. The ambulance we’d finally resigned ourselves to calling had arrived. We told them we could walk ourselves to the auto-lock entrance and ended the call.

Insurance card in my wallet—check. A book for waiting time—check. Phone charger—check. Spare clothes, just in case…

“Yuka-san, are you okay? Did we forget anything?”

“Not exactly forgetting something, but let’s leave that here.”

“What do you mean?”

Everything I’d packed seemed necessary to me. Confused, I looked at her face.

“The ‘-san.’ Please call me Yuka.”

…Don’t put it so confusingly. 

Her face was bright red, she knew how embarrassing it was to say. But she must’ve worked up the courage to say it. Before she could panic and take it back, I kissed her to shut her up.

“Let’s go, Yuka.”

“…Yes!”

Holding Yuka as she answered with a beaming smile, I stepped outside, checked the lock, and called the elevator. Come to think of it, this was where it all started. We’d passed each other back then, but now we were going down together. It didn’t feel like everything that had happened today was real.

“Try not to go into heat in public.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Her tight clinging filled me with a bit—no, quite a lot—of anxiety, but at this point, all we could do was see it through. It seemed this long day was still far from over.

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