I Went About My Life Normally Without Noticing It Was a World With Few Men, and Things Went Terribly Wrong - 9

Chapter 9: The Arrival of the Ambulance

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When we—still connected in an ekiben-style position—stepped out through the main entrance on the first floor of the apartment building, the people outside erupted into a buzz of murmurs. There were two emergency responders there first. Over the phone, we had told them that it wasn’t an especially urgent condition and that a stretcher wouldn’t be necessary, but perhaps in case of unforeseen circumstances, they had brought one along anyway.

Then there were two women who looked like residents of the building. You don’t usually run into other tenants that often like this, so whether this was bad luck or something else, I couldn’t say. Ah, the office-worker-looking older sister definitely noticed. Even though the point where we were joined was hidden by Yuka-san’s skirt, the front had flipped up. Of course she’d figure it out. She was covering her mouth, her face bright red.

What about the other one, the girl who looked like she had just started college, with that innocent vibe to her? She was surprised too, but maybe it was just at the sight of a couple being openly affectionate or maybe it was simply due to the existence of a man himself.

“A-ah! Um! This way, please!”

A flustered young responder who looked exactly like a rookie suddenly threw a blanket over our heads. Maybe she meant to protect our privacy, but this made us look like criminals being escorted somewhere. Well, I guess we were criminals committing public indecency. Still. More importantly, I couldn’t see anything at all, which was dangerous. Sure enough, she immediately got chewed out by the team leader, and the blanket was pulled away.

“Are you okay? Can you really walk?”

“Ah, yes, I’m fine.”

Probably worried that I might stumble, they walked me toward the ambulance parked on the street, with the two responders flanking me.

Yuka, stop squirming your hips just because it’s hard to walk!

I squeezed the butt I was supporting—inevitably bare—and conveyed my protest that way. Unfortunately, my intention didn’t get across. She clung to me even tighter, still moving her hips. Her chest pressed against me, and the firm sensation of the sturdy bra—necessary to support something that large—actually hurt me.

The entrance of the apartment building was set back, so vehicles couldn’t pull up directly. Once we reached the spot where the ambulance was parked, the number of people around us increased all at once.

Even so… It really was nothing but women. As far as I could see, women, women, women. I might have been even more shocked than when Yuka attacked me. The phrase “kakusei no kan” usually refers to the feeling of being separated by generations, the passage of time and eras—but right now, I felt like it applied because I was separated from the world itself.

“Eh, is that…?”

“No way, gross!”

I had optimistically assumed that people in the city wouldn’t pay attention to every little thing around them, but apparently a parked ambulance naturally drew attention after all. And to some people, it was obvious at a glance what we were doing. Curious stares rained down on us. To protect Yuka’s dignity, I placed one hand on the back of her head and pulled her face into my chest.

“Oof!”

At that instant, her vagina clenched tightly, and a strange sound slipped out. On top of that, she had clearly started moving in a piston-like motion.

“Hey, Yuka, now’s not the time! Hold it…”

“I know… Just a little.”

She might have thought it was just a little, but anyone could see her hips moving back and forth. People around us started murmuring louder, and some even stopped to watch. This was bad, wasn’t that person over there pointing their phone at us to record? I scolded my weakening waist and knees into cooperating and hurried toward the ambulance.

“Hah… Hah… Hikari-san, you’re partly at fault too. Doing things that get me worked up like that.”

“Get you worked up…?”

All I did was try to hide your face! Now I understand how protagonists who get pampered in other worlds feel. What did I do, you ask? I just hid her face, that’s all.

“Excuse me, but please refrain yourself.”

“S-sorry.”

“Please. We’ll let it slide this time, but if this continues…”

The team leader, a woman in her early thirties with sharp features, warned Yuka. Her tone sounded genuinely angry, like she wouldn’t hesitate to report us for public indecency if it happened again. Even Yuka shrank back under that pressure. For the record, I wasn’t scolded at all. Maybe because I was a man or objectively speaking, this was clearly Yuka’s rampage, and if I got yelled at, it would just be collateral damage.

Once we got into the ambulance and the doors closed, we were freed from the crowd’s stares. I lay down on the stretcher and finally felt like I could breathe again. It was strange to feel relaxed despite still being inserted in the cowgirl position, but we’d been like this for so long that I’d gotten used to it. That said, being seen by other people like this was a new situation.

There were four people inside the ambulance besides us. The team leader who had accompanied us, a short-bob-haired girl who looked like a trainee, and the driver and one more person who had stayed in the vehicle. Needless to say, they were all women.

Normally, ambulances come with three responders including the driver, or so I’d heard, so I figured the extra person was there because of the trainee. Apparently, even after the patient got in, they didn’t immediately rush off. The team leader and the driver were up front, contacting someone.

It seemed they were discussing which hospital to transport us to, but something was causing confusion, and it was taking time. There wasn’t anything we could do about it, so I waited while lying there. Being closely watched by the two responders made me uneasy. Especially the trainee. Her face had been bright red the whole time, staring at where we were joined and repeatedly letting out wordless interjections like “Whoa…” and “Eh…”.

Is she going to be okay?

I wondered if we were going to start moving soon, when I noticed that the woman with glasses—whom I had assumed was the fourth responder—opened her mouth. It seemed she was speaking to me.

“You seem quite calm.”

“Huh? Oh, well… It’s not like I’m seriously injured after all.”

“How is your physical condition? Aren’t you exhausted?”

I wondered why she was asking that, and then she introduced herself as a counselor. Now that she mentioned it, she was the only one not wearing an emergency responder’s uniform. She said her job was to provide care for men who had suffered sexual assault, and that was why she had been called and had come along this time. I was stunned by words I had never even imagined. But according to the common sense of this world, I was apparently the victim of an outrageous sexual crime.

When calling the ambulance, Yuka had honestly reported that we had been having sex continuously for about eighteen hours. The entire time, my penis had remained erect inside her vagina, and she had made me ejaculate repeatedly. That apparently constituted sexual abuse far beyond what the physically weak men of this world could endure. The counselor’s gaze toward Yuka was sharp, the look of someone condemning a criminal.

The trainee, who had been flustered before, also took on a serious expression—though it lacked any real intimidation—and glared at Yuka. Maybe the team leader’s harsh attitude toward Yuka earlier had been based on the same assumption.

“Eh—w-wait, I didn’t mean it like that…!”

“We’ll have someone appropriate to hear the details after treatment is finished.”

The suggestion of a later interrogation made Yuka’s face turn pale. She seemed to finally realize the position she was in. The reason she hadn’t realized it sooner was likely because I was her first man, her first sexual experience and because I hadn’t looked tired at all and had been responding normally, she must have thought that some men were just like that.

“Yuka.”

“I’m sorry… I—I never meant…”

“Yuka!”

I called out to her as she started to lose control and look like she might cry, pulling her into an embrace. It was true that she had reverse-raped me repeatedly and drained me dry, even when I tried to stop her. Even if it was due to her heat-induced lust, she had probably only just now realized how dangerous what she’d done actually was.

But I didn’t think she was wrong. If anything, it had been a perk for me. I’d simply gotten to have creampie sex that could result in pregnancy without taking any responsibility at all, and I had absolutely no intention—none whatsoever—of pressing charges.

“Yuka. Everything you did to me was with my consent.”

“-!!”

“I’m not going to file a report or press charges. Don’t worry.”

I declared this clearly, both to Yuka and loud enough for everyone around us to hear. But one thing still worried me: revisions to the criminal code. In the world I knew, rape had been made a non-complaint-based crime a few years ago—meaning prosecutors could indict even without a victim’s accusation. But what about here?

“Wait, it’s still a complaint-based crime, right?”

“……For now, yes. Discussions toward revision have been progressing in recent years.”

When I asked innocently, the counselor answered with visible frustration. Thank goodness. It looked like Yuka wouldn’t be charged.

Or rather, I was supposedly the victim, and I was saying it was fine, so why did she seem to want to make Yuka a criminal? I felt a bit irritated, but she probably had her own reasons after seeing many male victims in her line of work, so I decided to let it go.

“That’s how it is. And even if, by some chance, it went to court, I’d be on Yuka’s side.”

“Hikari-san…!”

Yuka looked at me with tears welling in her eyes, overwhelmed with emotion, so I lightly kissed her to reassure her and then. I quickly pulled away. I knew it could be considered as indecency in public, but we had just gotten through a genuinely serious crisis, and we were a couple. Surely we could be forgiven for this much?

The trainee’s hair practically stood on end as she flushed bright red in shock. Even the counselor blushed slightly, coughing and looking away. Right at that moment, it seemed the destination had been decided, and the ambulance started moving. The vibration of the vehicle caused the penis inside her vagina to rub.

“Nn…”

“…Yuka, hold it, okay? Seriously.”

“I—I know. Even I won’t do anything after all that.”

Holding her as she wore a serious expression, I prayed that the trip to the hospital would be a short one.

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