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 - 110

Chapter 110: Erotically Wonderful Hospitality

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It was real beer, not a dry substitute. Tilting the can, Ryuuto poured it straight down his throat in one go. Gulp, gulp—he savored the alcohol sliding down, its moderate bitterness refreshing.

“Haven’t had this in a while, but damn, it’s good.”

“As expected of a true man of vigor. Even the way you drink is on another level. Now then—”

Seizing the moment, Mikaze Rurikawa—the samurai-like beauty Ryuuto had only chatted with briefly on the bus—plopped herself down squarely between his legs with a little ‘heave-ho!’. A whiff of citrus fragrance rose around her. Ryuuto had to fight the urge to writhe as he pressed his lap with one hand, barely managing to contain himself.

“Uh, huh?”

Mikaze was sitting between his thighs. That was the distance of lovers. Ryuuto’s head swam. If he could, he wanted to throw common sense out the window and grab her breasts with both hands—knead them, squeeze them, grope them hard. Without realizing it, his fingers twitched and curled like they were alive.

No, that’d be bad. You can’t just grope a classmate’s boobs out of nowhere. Do that and tomorrow’s morning paper would have you on the front page, you idiot!

“Hey, Mi-chan, what are you gonna sing?”

Marin leaned over from the side to ask. Apparently “Mi-chan” was Mikaze’s nickname. The gap between that cute moniker and her dignified beauty only made her more alluring.

“Y-yes. I do not know the songs that are popular nowadays… but I thought I would go with this.”

Clutching the karaoke remote, Mikaze dropped her gaze shyly. The intro played. It was the theme song from a TV drama Ryuuto knew well—something that had been a hit about twenty years ago, nostalgic to hear again.

“Oh, Mikaze, you know this one?”

Ryuuto felt genuinely happy to have something in common with a younger girl.

It was proof he was turning into an old man.

“Y-yes. My grandmother used to sing it often. I’m sorry it’s such an old song.”

Your grandmother, seriously?!

Ryuuto’s heart sank a little.

“Nah, I used to sing it a lot back then too. It sure brings back memories.”

As he soaked in nostalgia, Marin poked his side with her finger.

“Hey, hey, boss. Mikaze-chan’s from a really good family, you know. That samurai-like speech and shy streak—if you can get her moaning, that gap’ll drive you wild, right?”

“Don’t just slip into sleazy merchant mode out of nowhere. And she can totally hear you!”

“Ahem. Then, here I go—”

Mikaze began to sing, her voice clear and resonant.

Still, this is bad.

Ryuuto fidgeted as if to hold Mikaze in his arms. Unlike the other girls, she was nearly 170 centimeters tall. With that height, sitting directly on his lap was impossible, so naturally she ended up seated between his thighs.

Crap. Mikaze’s butt is rubbing against the wrong spot. Damn it, I’m starting to squirm!

In plain terms, his “main pillar” was pressed against Mikaze’s backside, and the friction was steadily waking it up.

This is no good. If this keeps up, I’ll explode in front of everyone! And then what? I’ll never be able to go back to school!

Mikaze’s long, straight black hair was tied in a ponytail. Every time she moved, the strands brushed against Ryuuto’s nose, making him want to sneeze.

“Whoops.”

So absorbed in the song, Mikaze moved around boldly. Forced to, Ryuuto gripped her waist firmly with both hands to steady her. That only made the grinding against his crotch worse. Worse, but oh god it felt good—!

No, this is insane! People will think I’m using Mikaze for some butt-job right here!

“Mmh…”

In the middle of the instrumental break, Mikaze let out a small moan. Ryuuto twitched at the corner of his eye, bewildered as her ample hips pressed more insistently against him. She glanced back slightly, but their eyes did not meet.

“Ahh, nnh…”

Her sweet, nasal whimper sent his unruly rod into a frenzy.

P-please, more…! No, dammit! That’s not what I mean! Hang on, hang in there, my unruly staff! Kaiō-ken x3 Kamehamehaaa!

Nonsense words ricocheted in Ryuuto’s brain.

In the end, Ryuuto’s dam did not break. At the last second, he managed to hold back. Each time he felt close, he pictured his buddy Shōgen straining on the toilet, forcing himself to go soft. A friend in need truly was a friend indeed.

When Mikaze finished her song, she leaned in to whisper by his ear

“Too bad.”

With just that enigmatic word, she pulled away. Ryuuto gave a thin smile, slipped his hand into his pocket, and gripped his son tightly to restrain its furious throbbing. 

Endure, endure…!

He chanted like a mantra.

“Sorry, I’m heading to the bathroom.”

Panting like a stray dog after a sprint, he staggered out of the karaoke room toward the restroom. As he passed, a heavily made-up but beautiful staff member cast him sidelong glances. 

Brushing by him, she deliberately brushed the back of her hand against his rear, feigning innocence with eyes shining with arousal. She was a predatory woman through and through. Normally, Ryuuto might have managed a polite grin, but he had no composure left to spare.

I need to get relief fast and pull myself together.

“I need to enter sage mode. Sage mode!”

He quickened his pace toward the restroom. Music and laughter spilled from other rooms, echoing through the hall, stirring a faint loneliness in him.

At the restroom entrance, a large notice was posted: “Drunk patrons must be accompanied by someone when entering.” The illustration, practically possessed by the staff’s helpless rage, made it clear that cleaning up vomit had frayed their patience beyond repair. The sign radiated pressure and sorrow.

“But I’m going in anyway.”

Without hesitation, Ryuuto opened the door. Since male customers were scarce, there was only one type of restroom. Entering in a rush, he placed a hand on his chest and stood still for a moment, breathing deeply until his pulse calmed.

For a karaoke place, the restroom was surprisingly spacious and comfortable. It was immaculately clean, almost bureaucratically sterile, with an oppressive whiteness that stung his feverish brain.

“Good grief…”

“How are you doing, Ryuuto-kun?”

Without pause, Marin barged in after him. His heart nearly leapt from his chest. When Ryuuto tried to leave, she clicked the lock behind her with a clack.

“Wha—why the hell are you coming in?! I’m using this!”

“Well, the door was open. So pardon the intrusion~”

“No, that’s not the point—”

“Phew. I just drank a little too much, so I came here to rest. No need to get so angry.”

“Hey—wait. You’re way too close.”

This is seriously bad.

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