The Virgin Hero Who Fought in the Dungeon for 20 Years Returned to the Surface Only to Find the Population of the World Has Dropped Drastically, with a Male-to-Female Ratio of 1:1000 - 103

Chapter 103: It’s Good to Be Human

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Today had been more eventful than expected. Ryuuto lay sprawled on his back on his bed, going over the day’s events in his mind like his mind was a broken record. What weighed on him most was not the existence of the True Demon Lord, but Rinka.

She is alive. Rinka is still alive. 

Whatever the facts might be, the number of possibilities had arisen. It was almost pure intuition, but Ryuuto had never once been wrong when it came to this kind of situation. Whenever something truly significant was about to happen, a peculiar premonition always filled his whole body. 

Explaining this phenomenon to others would have been difficult. Basically, his body would start to itch in strange places, and a strange buoyant feeling would well up inside him.

“Rinka. Can I really see you again?”

Whether he opened or closed his eyes, the image of her face came vividly to his mind. 

Damn it. 

His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, which was completely out of character for him. He hadn’t even confirmed she was alive yet. As a mage in times of dungeon exploration and monster, he should face reality and always prepare for the worst.

He couldn’t sleep. Taking a deep breath, he tried to steady his mind. Suddenly, he sensed something on the other side of his pitch-dark room’s door. 

It wasn’t Johntarou. When Johntarou grew lonely and came at night, he would scratch at the door if he wanted to come in. This time, there was no such scratching. 

Instead, the doorknob slowly turned, and a dense feminine scent spread into the darkness, stifling and heavy. He felt heat. Still wrapped in his blanket, Ryuuto’s heart pounded for an entirely different reason.

Sayaka? Is it Sayaka? Ohhhhhh shit!

The truth was, Ryuuto and Sayaka had never gone all the way. They had sometimes shared a bed together, but had never reached what most would call “that kind of relationship.” Ryuuto wasn’t especially dense, so he had picked up on Sayaka’s genuine affection.

W-wait. Could it be that with Yurina-san suddenly moving in, Sayaka felt a sense of urgency, and now she’s gotten possessive over me, and… And this is her chance for a night attack?! She’s actually pulling off a full-blown night crawl?!

Honestly, it was nothing short of exactly what he wanted. Could this be it? At long last, was he about to lose his virginity?

Man, I’m so freakin’ pumped!

Mainly in his lower half, to be precise. It couldn’t be helped if Ryuuto’s wild blood awoke. He resolved to keep pretending to be asleep. That way, even if something happened, it would be “beyond his control.” 

He began constructing a flimsy self-defense argument in his head.

I mean, if some weird stick just happened to slip into some weird hole, well, that’s how it goes.

The presence lingered by the entrance for a moment, then as if steeling itself, slipped smoothly to Ryuuto’s right side. His right arm was seized—mushed between two soft, springy mounds. 

Cracking his eyelids open just a fraction, he saw Yurina, dressed in a pure white babydoll. Her hot breath brushed his ear. Sweet pheromones and a blatant invitation of flesh made Ryuuto freeze. What was he supposed to do? Yurina was beautiful. Refusing an offered feast was a man’s shame, and Ryuuto was a man among men.

Has the time come for me to decide?

For an instant, Rinka’s tearful face flashed across his mind. His fingers moved reflexively. His nails scraped across hot, slippery fabric.

“Ahh—”

Yurina’s muffled moan blew away Rinka’s image like mist. Wait, where the hell were his fingers right now? 

Calm down. Focus. 

His right arm was tucked around the curled-up Yurina, and those fingertips were placed around… 

Oh. Oh wow, that’s a very sexy weak point. That’s no good.

“Ryuuto-sama…”

Her moaning voice reached his ear. A sweet lightning bolt zapped his brain in an instant. Ryuuto’s “other self” stood tall, like Mount Vesuvius before the eruption. Goodbye, Pompeii—hello, Prometheus.

Wait, if I’m thinking dumb crap like that, then why the hell is there another envoy of pleasure coming in from the left?!

Indeed. Something warm pressed against his left side, squirming closer. His eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to see Sayaka, clad in a black lingerie slip in. His left arm was wedged between another pair of mounds. 

This pair of mounds were more toned than Yurina’s, but that firmness had its own appeal. Pinned between two beauties, Ryuuto couldn’t move. As he stayed still, he felt hot breaths and then—wet, slippery things slipping into both his ears at once.

W-wait, hold on. No way, right?

Yurina and Sayaka were competing to lick inside his ears. What even was this play supposed to be? 

Whatever it is, thank you, thank you!  Thank you very much!

His mind was unraveling. This was a drug, a really potent drug at that. He couldn’t handle this much pleasure. His mind couldn’t take it.

“Ah… Ahh!”

Ryuuto’s brain went through a forced shut down. His surroundings went black. Warmth enveloped his whole body. Sharing a bed with two beautiful women…. Surely this had to be a dream.

Wait a second. Am I… Am I going to die this week?

He couldn’t be blamed for thinking so. After all, he was still a virgin.

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