In a World of Reversed Chastity, I’m Rumored to Be an Easy Bitch (♂) Among Lustful Girls - 38

Chapter 38: Unfamiliar Ceiling

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…Huh? Where is this?

I was definitely at a Chinese restaurant with Ayame-san, stuffing myself with my favorite fried chicken. Afterward, I put Ayame-san—who got drunk off just one beer—into a shuttle car. And since I had also eaten way too much, I ended up dozing off inside the car…

I don’t remember anything after that. For now, I should open my eyes.

“…Huh? Where the hell am I?”

The first thing that entered my vision was an unfamiliar ceiling. The walls, the furniture, the layout—none of it rang a bell. Somehow, though, it gave off the vibe of a single woman’s apartment. But there was no sign of the person who lived here. The curtains were drawn, and the lights were off, leaving the room dim.

I need more information.

Thinking that, I tried to stand up and open the curtains to let in some light. But my body wouldn’t move.

“Huh…? I can’t move.”

I felt like I was sitting in a chair or something. And yet, when I tried to get up, my body wouldn’t budge—it was fixed in place, as if I were tied down to the chair.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

I looked down at my hands and feet, only to see that they were tightly bound to the chair with rope. There was no way I could move like this. I didn’t want to admit it, but I had a pretty good idea of what was happening.

I had been tied up and was being held captive.

I was supposed to be on my way home, riding in a shuttle to the station—so how did things end up like this? As I glanced toward the corner of the room, I saw someone sprawled on the floor—it looked like Ayame-san. She was also tied up with rope, unable to move.

“Ayame-san! Are you okay?”

“…Huh? What’s going on?”

Still groggy from being completely wasted, Ayame-san seemed half-asleep. If she had been sober, she might’ve been able to do something about this situation with the physical prowess inherited from the Fujisaki family. Unfortunately, she wasn’t in any condition to recover anytime soon.

This was bad.

Tied up, locked up. No clue where we were, no way to contact anyone. Hell, I didn’t even know what was going on.

Feeling restless, I squirmed around, trying to break free—but, of course, the ropes didn’t come undone so easily. They felt like sturdy nylon mountaineering ropes (zaire). Even if I had a blade, it would take time to cut through them. Using just my nails or friction? It might take a whole year.

By the way, “zaire” is an old term for climbing rope. My Dad was a mountain-climbing fanatic, so I was kind of familiar with the term. Oh, and just to clarify—”zaire” isn’t short for “Exile,” the pop group.

“Damn it! I can’t move at all! What the hell is this?!”

“Fufu… Looks like you’re finally awake.”

“W-Who’s there?!”

As if emerging from the darkness, a woman stepped out from the adjacent room. At a glance, she seemed to be in her late twenties. She was dressed neatly in a lady’s suit.

And… Well, her chest was decently large.

Is she the culprit?

“Finally, I’ve found you. I never thought I’d run into you again in a place like this. This must be fate.”

“…‘Again’? Have we met before?”

“I knew it. You don’t remember me at all. Even though I used to follow you around every single day… It’s kind of heartbreaking.”

I racked my brain. I barely had any connections with women around her age. If I had to name someone, maybe my homeroom teacher or the school nurse. But I knew what they looked like, so that ruled them out.

Then who the hell is she?

She said she used to follow me around every day…? That meant there had to be a clue somewhere in my daily routine.

Wake up, eat breakfast, get dressed, leave the house, take the train—

Ah!

I figured it out. I knew who she was!

“Fufu~ Looks like you finally remembered.”

“N-No way… You’re that pervert from the other day! That criminal!”

“How cruel. I already paid the fine, so you have no right to call me a criminal anymore.”

“The legal system might’ve judged you, but that doesn’t erase the crime you committed!”

“Shut up! Because of that, I got fired from my job, disowned by my parents, and my life’s a complete mess!”

“That’s your own damn fault! You’re reaping what you sow!”

“It’s all because you give off such an indecent aura! Unlike other high school boys, there’s something irresistibly erotic about you! If it weren’t for that, I never would’ve made such a mistake!”

She was completely taking it out on me. Apparently, after losing everything because of her own perverted actions, she had been working as a shuttle driver to make ends meet and as luck would have it, Ayame-san and I ended up getting picked up by her shuttle.

She must have taken advantage of us falling asleep and kidnapped us. And the reason why was probably…

“I have nothing left to lose. Right now, I have you tied up, but it’s only a matter of time before I get caught.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“If I’m going to get caught anyway, I might as well have my fill while I still can!”

She knew she was doomed, and yet she was doubling down on her crimes?! Just what drove her to act this extreme?  Was it really because of my so-called “indecent aura”…?

Uh… I don’t think I give off anything like that, though…

“W-What are you planning to do…?”

“Fufu… Don’t worry. I won’t do anything painful or unpleasant. I’m going to make you feel so good that your mind goes completely blank.”

Saying that, the pervert blindfolded me with what seemed like a towel. It was already dark in the room, and now I couldn’t see anything at all.

Wait a second. Just what is about to happen to me?! She’s not going to force some kind of “sensitivity-enhancing drug” on me, is she?!

Even though I felt a sense of fear, she had just told me she was going to “make me feel good”—so for some reason, I was caught in a bizarre mix of terror and anticipation.

I wonder… Is this how that famous kunoichi ninja from that one game felt?

As that thought crossed my mind, I realized she had started taking off my clothes.

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