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 - 104

Chapter 104: A New Everyday Life

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In the darkness, Ryuuto awakened when something hot and slimy stroked his cheek.  Slurp, slurp—it licked along his cheek. Ryuuto was certain. This thing must be a tongue.

“D-dah—hah—cut it out!”

He was still half-asleep, caught between dream and waking. A rough, panting breath, like fireballs being spat out: hah, hah. Next, the tongue carefully licked from his ear canal all the way up to his forehead.

Slurp, slurp, slluurp.

It persistently reached into his hair. There was an uncanny level of obsession in it. But Ryuuto was wildly aroused.

Man, so aggressive this early in the morning.

However, the pleasant time ended quickly. Before long, a thick animal stench smacked across his nose.

Huh? Animal smell?

Yes. There was no mistaking it. And to be honest, a woman who reeked like that was not someone he’d invite into his bed.

“Wait just a minute!”

He yanked off the blanket and sprang up. He looked at the pillow side. Sitting there was Johntarou, with eyes glittering like pure black gemstones.

“Yo, good mornin’, partner.”

Johntarou stopped sitting upright and hopped. Shiba Inu hardly ever barked—exceptions being when an intruder entered their territory or when they felt pain. Even in fights, they usually just snarled and then lunged to bite without much warning. 

Johntarou stood up on his hind legs, using his small body to try to scramble up the edge of the bed. His curled Shiba tail wagged wildly side to side, as if he had been waiting forever for Ryuuto to get up. At last he couldn’t hold it anymore. That was the feeling.

“S-so it was you—wait, so all that was just a dream?”

He looked beside the bed. The blanket had been tossed aside. At least there didn’t seem to be anyone else hiding in the bed. In fact, in a space this small, if someone had been there, it would’ve been terrifying. 

Johntarou leapt in. Ryuuto caught him easily and tossed him onto the blanket. He was still a puppy. When Ryuuto stroked his throat, Johntarou immediately rolled onto his back and showed his belly.

“Good boy, good boy. Rub rub.”

He absentmindedly rubbed with one hand. Johntarou seemed so happy he panted heavily, twisting his body around.

Ryuuto glanced at the room’s clock in the dim light. It was six in the morning. For him, that was a very late wake-up. The strength of the morning sun came through the curtains. 

He pressed the remote to open the blinds. With a rattling sound, the blinds rolled up. A stabbing bright sunlight poured into his eyes, making him blink rapidly.

“Hm. But my underwear changed. Why?”

Without a doubt, he had gone to bed last night wearing boxers. But now he was in white briefs like the kind Golgo 13 wore in the very first issue.

“Huh, strange.”

It was quite a puzzle. Ryuuto disliked briefs, since he hated having his treasures squeezed tight. He was the boxer type. He immediately stripped off the briefs.

“I don’t like you.”

He slapped the briefs onto the bed. His unprotected groin was exposed to the brisk early-winter chill, and it felt refreshing. Ryuuto flicked his proud son, which had arched all the way up to his navel, with a finger, satisfied with its hardness and angle.

“Mm. In top form today as well.”

Suppressing a yawn, he went to the dresser, pulled out a flashy pair of boxers from the third drawer. The design was a cartoon fish being reeled in, with the big exaggerated words “Big Catch!” written on them. What kind of fashion taste was this supposed to be?

“I don’t get it.”

Ryuuto gave up on understanding the fashion taste hiding behind this design. When he turned around, Johntarou was happily tearing apart the discarded briefs, snuffling with pleasure. So that was it—he loved Ryuuto’s underwear soaked with manly scent. What an adorable little guy. Ryuuto ignored it. By then, the white briefs had already been reduced to scraps. Goodbye, white briefs. Short but memorable acquaintance.

He relieved himself for the first time that morning. The volume and force were plenty, leaving Ryuuto satisfied. He put on a shirt and slacks. Being custom-made, they fit his body comfortably, with not the slightest discomfort. 

He looked in the mirror and fixed his bed hair roughly. Since he had housemates, even a sloppy guy like Ryuuto couldn’t completely neglect his grooming. He left his room. The brown little attendant dashed after him, Johntarou circling happily around him. 

His cuteness was like an angel with wings sprouting. After washing his face in the bathroom, he went into the living room.

““Good morning, Ryuuto-sama.””

“Go-Good morning.”

Greeting him were Sayaka and Yurina. Their voices overlapped, since they spoke at the same time. Even this early, both had their makeup done perfectly, and their suits were without a single wrinkle. Too perfect. Ryuuto sat on the sofa, suppressing the urge to grin.

“Ryuuto-sama, Johntarou’s walk has been taken care of.”

“Oh, thanks.”

Ryuuto raised a hand, heart pounding at Sayaka’s indescribably sweet fragrance. They said you’d get tired of beauty in three days, but there was no way Ryuuto would get tired of her beauty. It was absolutely impossible.

“I made breakfast this morning.”

“Oh, thank you for doing this on your very first day of staying here, Yurina-san.”

“Hehe, please leave Ryuuto-sama’s health to me.”

Yurina, unlike Sayaka, had her own kind of charm as a beauty. Ryuuto felt dizzy being surrounded by such gorgeous women so early in the morning.

Wait, hold on. This isn’t a dream, right? Two beauties serving me first thing in the morning? What the hell? What kind of good deeds did I rack up in my past life? Was I some kind of saint? No, the opposite—maybe I was that rabbit that jumped into the fire to feed a starving saint!

On the living room table, breakfast was laid out. His stomach growled. The aroma of rice, miso soup, fried eggs, and sausages stoked his hunger.

“Good morning to you too, Johntarou.”

Yurina crouched down and petted Johntarou, who was spinning around in excitement. Reaching peak joy, Johntarou flopped onto his back, panting, demanding to be rubbed. Yurina stiffened in surprise for a moment at his odd behavior.

But Sayaka, more experienced in handling Shiba, crouched and stroked Johntarou’s still-dark belly. Johntarou’s joy escalated further.

“When you pet him like this, he gets really happy.”

“No way—ah, he’s so warm.”

Two beauties doting on a Shiba pup. It was a purifying sight, enough to cleanse a murky soul first thing in the morning. For a moment, Ryuuto even wished he could be Johntarou, though pride kept him from saying it out loud.

And seriously, everything is totally visible.

Both were wearing mini skirts, so when they crouched, their underwear was in full view. For the record: Sayaka’s was black, Yurina’s white. Ryuuto’s abnormally sharp eyesight caught the lace patterns clearly, and he panicked as another part of him began to stir again.

Focus, focus. Sexual harassment first thing in the morning would be way too much.

“Ah, by the way—maybe it’s my imagination, but when I woke up, my underwear had turned into briefs. Do either of you know anything about that? I didn’t, like, sleepwalk and do something weird, did I?”

“”W-we have not the slightest clue.””

They spoke almost simultaneously, turning their faces away in an obvious show of ignorance. Their ears were flushed red. Ryuuto looked suspiciously back and forth between Sayaka and Yurina. But both froze stiff, not moving at all.

Meanwhile, Johntarou, who had been lying on his back with his belly to the sky, suddenly got up and panted hard, staring curiously in Ryuuto’s direction. And so, the mystery remained unsolved.

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