Jobless Rising! ~I’ve Become a NEET. I Acquired Lewd Skills and Lived a Life of Sex in the Other World and in Japan. Before I Knew it, I Was Impregnating A Harem of Ladies?!~

Chapter 1: A Story Beginning with Harem Sex

“Haah…! Nnh!? T-Touya-sama…!”

On a large bed, I was having sex with a silver-haired, odd-eyed beauty… Filmeria.

Each time I thrust into her in missionary position, her E-cup breasts bounced vigorously.

No matter how many times I’ve had her, her pussy feels incredible…! It tightens around my cock, squeezing as if trying to milk every drop of semen…!

“Haguun!? A-Ahhn…! H-Hi, aah, nnh…!”

There was another person on the bed… a pink-haired loli knight, Erinabel.

However, she was currently lying face-down with her legs spread, her pussy dripping with my semen in a gushing mess. Perhaps overwhelmed from climaxing too much, her entire body trembled uncontrollably.

The sight of Erinabel, freshly seeded, combined with Filmeria moaning in pleasure before me, made my cock grow even harder.

“Touya-sama…! Auun!? I-I…!”

Perhaps still shy about showing her pleasure, Filmeria turned her face to the side but stole glances at me. Her eyes, glowing with purple and emerald hues, were as beautiful as ever. I could stare at them forever…!

(It still feels like a dream…! To think that I, who quit my job fresh out of college, am now having breeding sex with a noble’s daughter…!)

A silver-haired, odd-eyed beauty and a pink-haired loli knight. These were women I could never have touched while living in Japan.

Due to a certain event, I was now able to live a fantasy sex life in another world. The voice of my partner, a loli with a childish tone, reached my ears.

‘The sight of her womb being pounded by a man’s cock, bewildered yet fully feeling it…! Magnificent…!’

…Tch, it’s kinda hard to focus! This girl, always obsessed with watching beautiful girls in ecstasy…

But my partner… Cui’s words weren’t wrong. Feeling my semen welling up, I grabbed Filmeria’s arms and pulled them firmly.

“H-Hiun!?”

Filmeria’s breasts pressed together, jiggling even more intensely. What an erotic sight…! I thrust harder, rubbing the front wall of her vagina with my glans while pounding her cervix.

“Ha, uun, ahyan! A-Ah, ha…! T-Touya-sama’s…! Y-Your c-cock…! I-It’s throbbing inside me…!”

Filmeria’s pussy was gradually tightening. I could sense I was about to be completely trapped… but even so, I continued to forcefully plunge into her hot, tight flesh.

“I-It’s going to come out, isn’t it…!? H-Hiin!? A-Nnh…! P-Please…! M-My womb…! It’s yours, Touya-sama…!”

…!

A declaration of ownership from a mystical silver-haired, odd-eyed beauty. How could I not get excited by that…!?

To breed the female in front of me, I drove my glans to the deepest part of her tight passage. Pressing against her cervix, I began moving my hips in circular motions.

“Hiuuuu…!! T-There…!!”

Filmeria’s vaginal walls clung tightly to my cock, as if refusing to let go. I surrendered control to her greedy pussy.

And then, hot semen surged through my cock, my urethra expanding. From the tip of my glans, I shot my seed directly into her empty womb.

“A…!? Nnniiiiiii…!? Ha, aaaaaah…!! It’s… It’s coming out…!! Into my womb…!! Hauuuu…!! Touya-sama’s…!! S-Seed…!!”

Drooling from the corner of her mouth, Filmeria reached a powerful climax.

Kuh…! What an incredible sensation…! The ejaculation just won’t stop…!

Even though my cock was firmly held by Filmeria’s climaxing pussy, it throbbed wildly inside her. Each pulse sent semen flooding into her womb, breeding a beautiful girl still new to men.

“Haa, nii…!? S-So much…!! Hauun!! Touya-sama’s baby…!! It’ll… happen so soon…!”

Filmeria seems to want to get pregnant with my sperm…! Well, I definitely plan to impregnate her eventually!

How did an ordinary salaryman like me end up having breeding sex with a noble’s daughter in another world? I vaguely recalled the days leading up to this.

“Kougou! What’s with this estimate!?”

“What’s with it…? The discount is within standards, is there a problem…?”

Kougou Touya. 25 years old. A third-year salaryman working at a car dealership.

I was currently submitting an order form for a deal I’d just closed with a customer to my manager.

“Options! There aren’t any options attached! What were you thinking, selling a car like this!?”

“Well, the customer said they’d buy mats and a navigation system themselves, so they didn’t need them…”

“Don’t mess around!”

The manager slammed the desk and stood up abruptly, grabbing me by the collar.

“Mats, navigation, coating! Credit cards, insurance, maintenance packages! You’re not just selling a car! A salesman who can only sell like this has no talent, no sense!”

“…With all due respect, I’ve been the top seller in this store every month this year. And the customer’s circumstances…”

“Don’t talk back! You useless…! Think about what it’s like for me to process an order like this! Are you trying to embarrass me!?”

…Sigh. Cars are meant to be bought, not sold. I’ve been enduring this kind of harassment for a long time now.

Times have changed since the manager was a salesman. Nowadays, with smartphones, there’s no need to buy expensive navigation systems.

And plenty of customers prefer cheaper rubber mats that are easier to maintain over the dealership’s pricey ones.

I get that the manager wants to increase per-customer revenue, but I couldn’t bring myself to push things the customer didn’t want.

(I used to feel so fulfilled by this job…)

Ignoring the manager’s rant, I recalled my days as a fresh graduate.

Back then, talking with customers and selling cars gave me a strong sense of purpose. Each deal felt like a rush of dopamine.

Being the top seller boosted my confidence and pride. Beating out salespeople from other brands felt great.

But the more cars I sold, the less time off I got. I’d spend weekends handling trade-in paperwork or visiting police stations for registration.

On top of that, the pay wasn’t great, and this kind of harassment was routine. Whether I sold cars or not, I’d get chewed out either way.

Lately, it felt like I was selling cars just to avoid the manager’s wrath, not for the customers or myself.

“Your work is worse than a convenience store clerk’s! Even a milk delivery guy does more sophisticated work than you!”

That’s just rude to convenience store clerks and delivery workers. They deal with regular customers like you and have their own struggles.

And honestly…

(The top salesman in the store, consistently ranked nationally, and it doesn’t matter… He just wants to yell to blow off steam, doesn’t he?)

I used to respect him, at least a little, when I first joined. But lately, I’d grown cold, and my motivation for the job was fading.

I have my pride too. And top salespeople tend to have high pride. That’s not the only reason, but this time, I’d reached my limit.

“Manager.”

“I’m not done talking! Listen, when I was a salesman, I always made sure customers—”

“I’m quitting.”

“What!?”

“I’m done as of this month. Thank you for everything.”

Normally, you’d secure a new job before saying something like that. But that day, I let impulse take over and said it. I quit my job.

“That’s not something you say here! I could sue you for this!”

That makes no sense. Whether this was the right place to say it is debatable, but sue me? For what?

I was yelled at until 11 p.m. that night before finally heading home.

“Haa… I’ve had enough, haven’t I?”

I parked my car in the lot. After being screamed at all day, I was exhausted.

“Well, I did my best until now. I’ll mail the resignation letter, and starting tomorrow, I’ll look for a part-time job while job hunting.”

With that, I opened the car door and stepped out, heading toward my second-floor apartment. That’s when I saw it.

“…A bird?”

A white bird lay dead by the staircase. …No, not dead. It was still breathing, but barely.

“…”

I’m no ornithologist. Honestly, the only birds I can distinguish in the city are pigeons, crows, and sparrows.

Maybe that’s why this white bird seemed so rare to me.

“Ku ku ku… Maybe this could fetch a good price…?”

I’d heard about people abandoning exotic pets they couldn’t handle. My apartment was close, so I figured I’d at least try some basic first aid.

With that thought, I gently picked up the white bird and brought it to my room. I gave it water with a dropper and crumbled some cornflakes beside it.

“Well, it’s up to fate now.”

If it was still alive tomorrow, I’d take it to a vet. It was too late to find an open clinic now.

With that, I took a bath and went to sleep.