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 - 61

Chapter 61: The Legendary Kunoichi

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It was utterly ridiculous that Yoriko and Shuri had abandoned their duties just to fight over the remnants left behind by Ryuuto Sakazaki’s used goods. However, this led to a question—who was the mysterious dog that appeared amidst the commotion? After the two had disappeared, a woman who had been clinging to the ceiling of the elevator revealed herself.

“This is the true Sanada Ninja Art: Beast Phantom Technique. Fufu~ What a great success.”

She was none other than Sumire Sanada, a female ninja belonging to the Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office. Dressed in a dirt-cheap ninja costume that looked like something sold at Don Quijote, she let out a suppressed snicker of victory. Sumire had intervened to reprimand Yoriko and Shuri, who had neglected their security duties.

Of course, there was no real basset hound in this tower residence. Under Sumire’s remote hypnosis, Yoriko and Shuri had been chasing after an illusion, a dog that did not exist. And now, both of them had fallen into a deep sleep right on the spot.

“Fuuu… Fuu….…”

“Suyasuyapi…”

Crossing her arms, Sumire reveled in her triumph. But thinking about it rationally, having someone capable of using such techniques constantly lurking around made this residence extremely dangerous.

“Hmph. I will protect Ryuuto-sama and the peace of Japan.”

She remained blissfully unaware that she herself was the biggest threat of all.

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With a swipe of the card key, Ryuuto unlocked the door. He flicked the light switch, but the room remained dark. His brows furrowed. The first thing he did was assess his surroundings. It was second nature for him to instinctively gauge any killing intent in a room upon entering.

By focusing his senses sharply, he detected several signs of life. This wasn’t the result of any detection skill though. This was the effect of a survival instinct honed through years of experience. There had been enemies in dungeons capable of sealing skills and magic. In such cases, one could only rely on their personal combat abilities and the innate instincts as a living creature.

“Hic… Hic… Hic…”

“Oi, what the hell are you doing?”

Guided by the sound of a woman sobbing, Ryuuto made his way to the living room. There, draped in a white sheet, someone was trembling and emitting a mournful wail in the darkness. There was no doubt about it. This was none other than that perverted self-acclaimed ninja, Sumire Sanada. At the sound of his voice, the lump under the sheet flinched violently, though the crying stopped.

“Sumire-san, right? What are you doing in my room?”

“…”

Her eerie silence was unsettling. Suddenly, the room’s lights flicked on. For a moment, Ryuuto’s vision was overwhelmed by the abrupt brightness. At that instant, the sheet-covered figure crouched in front of the TV floated nearly fifty centimeters off the ground in an eerily slow motion. If this were a paranormal TV show, this moment would be the best scene in the whole show. However, Ryuuto remained unfazed. Calmly, he tossed the TV remote towards the upper corner of the ceiling behind him.

“Ouch!”

With a woman’s shriek, something heavy crashed to the floor. There, sitting awkwardly on her backside, was Sumire.

“So, what the hell are you doing in my room?”

“Well, I was trying to add some surprise to Ryuuto-sama’s incredibly dull life. You know, to spice things up a bit.”

“My life isn’t dull!”

Sumire, still sprawled in the corner of the room, spread her legs wide as she spoke. Naturally, given her ultra-mini outfit, everything was in full view. Ryuuto awkwardly averted his gaze.

Guhhh! What the hell is that? What is that?! Light blue…? With lace or something? I-it’s totally visible! It’s way too visible! Dammit, seeing the panties of someone you know is a hundred times more intense than any AV! What do I even do with this information, dear customer?!

“Are you curious? About the things hidden beneath my outfit?”

“Not in the slightest.”

Though he was infinitely interested, he feigned composure. Ryuuto suddenly recalled an article he once read in a magazine back in his student days. It had said that a man who wanted to be popular must always maintain an air of composure no matter what.

“*Glance*….”

“Zwoosh!”

Ryuuto, who had been sneaking a side glance, was utterly shocked. Sumire provocatively spread her legs into an M-shape, deliberately directing the view of her crotch to meet Ryuuto’s gaze. This pose ensured he had a clear view of her underwear.

“A special bonus service.”

“Nuoahh!”

“Would you like me to do a somersault?”

“Are you serious?!”

A trap? Is this a trap? But isn’t it a man’s duty to bite through any trap that lay before him?

Ryuuto thought to himself as he bit down on his lip with an intensity that could nearly bring him to tears of blood. He bit down hard. Sumire was an agent of chaos disrupting his peace. Even if she was a beautiful woman, was it really wise to let his guard down so easily? An intense inner conflict took hold of him, but the alluring triangle of temptation that Sumire shamelessly exposed continued to captivate his gaze.

“Aha~ Ryuuto-sama, you’re kinda cute.”

“H-Huh? T-That’s not… There’s nothing cute about me! I-I mean, I’ve totally seen this kinda thing before! A little panty flash from a pretty girl… So what?! It means nothing to me!”

“Heehee~”

Sumire made a “V” sign with her fingers and spread her precious spot apart with her fingers… At least, that was how it looked to Ryuuto.

W-Wait, what?! What was that just now?! Was that… a clam? A bivalve?! Did I come here for shellfish digging?!

Ryuuto was confused.

Hold up. If I keep going along with this, I’ll completely fall into her pace and if I slip up and make a move… I won’t have the dignity to face Sayaka!

Miraculously, Ryuuto still had enough willpower left to act like an honorable gentleman in respect for Sayaka, his male protection officer. Suppressing his curiosity about the mysterious mollusks, he forced himself to act cool.

Don’t think. Just don’t think about it. Ryuuto, are you really okay with being labeled a perverted gentleman?! If you don’t hold your ground now, you will…!

“Oi, oi. Quit messing around like some damn kid. Come on, get up.”

“A-ah, okay.”

Maintaining an impeccably neutral expression, Ryuuto extended a hand to Sumire in the most gentlemanly manner possible, successfully deflecting her teasing gestures. He was a battle-hardened warrior who had survived countless life-or-death situations in the dungeon. If he wanted to, suppressing his base instincts and keeping a poker face was as easy as breathing.

And just as he had somewhat predicted—Sumire wasn’t actually that experienced with men. Despite her training as an intelligence operative, all her practice had been with female partners. She had never truly faced a real man in this way before. So, when Ryuuto acted his age and maintained an air of maturity, she seemed to suddenly become acutely embarrassed by all the sexual teasing she had done up to this point. Blushing deeply, she obediently stood up.

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