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 - 108

Chapter 108: Welcome Party

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“Karaoke, huh? It’s sure been a while since I last went to one.”

Ryuuto gazed up with deep emotion at the building that stood shining in front of the station. Back when he had been a student, he often came here. Of course, when he thought back on those times, sadly, there hadn’t been the slightest trace of a girl or anything close to romance. The only memories that remained were dark ones, wrapped in the rough, desperate aura that his male friends gave off.

Since then, countless years have passed. And now, girls are all over me. Father, Mother, on the other side—please rest easy. Your son Ryuuto is doing well today too.

“I’m sitting next to Ryuuto-sama!”

“Then I’ll take the right side!”

The giggling voices of the girls echoed right by his ears. The private party room they had rented felt like they had just won some kind of championship.

“Ryuuto-sama, squeeze!”

“Me too, squeeze!”

“Hahaha. Hey, hey, don’t get too carried away, everyone.”

Ooooh. High school girls’ boobs and butts! Mom, I’m so glad I’m still alive.

The guest of honor was Ryuuto. He was the king of this world. Honestly, just the sight of dozens of beautiful girls fawning on him was overwhelming enough to make a picture all by itself.

“I did it, I really did it, Dad. I’m in heaven right now.”

“Ahaha. Ryuuto-sama, what are you saying? You’re so funny.”

Back in his days as an explorer, when he’d been making waves, Ryuuto had been entertained a few times by high-ranking government officials at a so-called Ginza club. But back then, he had felt completely out of place and hadn’t had the leeway to enjoy himself.

No matter how much he pounded on the drawers of his memory, all he could recall was the radiant white cleavage of the hostesses. As for what kind of women actually entertained him, he was sure they were beautiful, but he couldn’t remember a single face. Now, however, it was different. He could truly enjoy this, a situation like the opening to some kind of adult video award show. It was deeply moving.

“What’s wrong, Ryuuto-kun?”

“Nah, I was just remembering the past.”

He answered Marin’s question with a nihilistic smile. The ice cubes in his glass clinked, though the contents were only diet cola. Not very cool, but that was just Ryuuto’s style.

“Then, let’s make this night a blast!”

With Marin’s call, a chorus of cheerful voices rang out. Overwhelmed by the sweet, sugary scent unique to young girls that filled the room, Ryuuto let his eyes wander everywhere.

No, in my imagination this was the best, but in reality, being the only guy here leaves me at a loss for what to do.

Once, he had dreamed of being the only male student in a class full of beautiful girls. But when that situation actually became reality, he didn’t know where to put himself. After all, not only was there the difference in sex, but also nearly twenty years in age. He was completely on the back foot. But still—that was fine too.

Yeah, it’s fun, right? Playing with the opposite sex. But honestly, Onii-san here would probably have more in common with your mothers.

For Ryuuto, who had spent his teenage years consumed by dungeon expeditions and war, the last time he had truly lived like a boy was probably around the upper grades of elementary school. By junior high, all he remembered was endless military training, running from dawn until dusk.

Once he had gained the blessing of his skills, the training became even harsher. He had spent far more time on military duties than in classrooms. Ryuuto thought he had managed to play a little during breaks with people like Shougen and Rinka, but now those memories were vague, hard to recall. 

That was probably true for anyone once they became adults. To working adults, today’s job mattered far more than something that had happened twenty years ago.

“Ehehe. Then, I guess I’ll go first and sing a song.”

“O-oh.”

Minaho Satou, holding the microphone, casually sat herself down on Ryuuto’s lap. The small-animal-like girl with semi-long hair suited her well. She stood barely 150 cm tall, petite, but with a well-developed, curvy figure.

So she’s a ‘tora-gura,’ huh. Man, this class really has all kinds of beautiful girls lined up. It’s like a hidden gem of a shop. But wow, calling her a ‘transistor glamour’ makes me sound ancient.

‘Transistor glamour’ was a Japanese-English term meaning short but with a great body, and in Reiwa times it was almost never heard anymore. Since Ryuuto had been born in the Shōwa era, he’d heard it before, but even the existence of words like that showed the generational gap between Ryuuto and the girls. Casually, Ryuuto set his hand on Minaho’s thigh and enjoyed the feel of it.

Ugh, so smooth. Like a smooth manjū crab.

That made no sense. Still, Minaho only let out a small “ah” of breath and didn’t reproach him. Their eyes met. Minaho’s gaze was like that of a kind older sister scolding a child for a prank.

Minaho-chan. I won’t forget the feel of your thighs.

Ryuuto had learned something: this was a sexual harassment paradise.

But he had no way of understanding the paradoxical reason why, for the girls who had lived their entire lives without the presence of men, Ryuuto—who allowed this kind of physical communication—was seen as a godlike figure with the divine right to commit legal sexual harassment.

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