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 - 62

Chapter 62: Dangerous Game

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“That being said, I don’t think being indifferent is always the right choice.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Are we talking about politics now?”

“No. I’m talking about how you treat me, Ryuuto-sama.”

“Yeah, well, I’d prefer if you didn’t just make yourself at home here either.”

Sumire had prepared tea on the glass table in the living room and had been chatting away about pointless stuff for a while now. She had changed from her fake sexy kunoichi cosplay into a regular shirt and skirt. Perhaps because of that, Ryuuto felt somewhat calmer now.

Man, I’m seriously exhausted and I feel so sluggish too…

That said, Sumire had a nice voice and aside from that weird eyepatch, her looks were flawless. Sitting this close, Ryuuto could tell her skin was smooth and unblemished. She had a great figure too. He kept telling himself he wasn’t looking, but his eyes instinctively wandered to her well-developed chest and thighs. 

Is this some kind of visual manipulation technique from her? Damn, how pathetic of me. 

Still, keeping up with Sumire’s pointless chatter was pretty draining to be honest.

“Ah, do you need a refill on your tea?”

“More like, can I just go to bed now?”

“What?! Well then, I’ll go take a shower first. Kyah~”

Without a change in expression, Sumire suddenly started taking off her shirt. A glimpse of her black bra sent Ryuuto’s brain into overdrive. His desires for sleep and sex started blending together in a dangerous mix.

“That’s not what I meant! I just wanna sleep! That’s all!”

“Oh, come on, Ryuuto-sama, you’re supposed to be invincible. Besides, it’s still early evening!”

“It’s already 1 AM. If you don’t have anything important to talk about,  I’ll listen to your idle talk tomorrow.”

“Then, how about this? Let’s play an adult sexy sexy game and whoever loses has to do whatever the winner says?”

“No, no. You’re completely stepping out of your professional line of duty, aren’t you?!”

“It’s not at all. Now, for the game choice… Hmm, something fair and wholesome for both of us would be best. Oh, I know! Let’s go with the classic, my specialty—‘Slippery! Nooo, Ahhn, Not There! Nupu Nupu♡ Twister Game’!”

“I’ve never heard of that game in my life! And that is in no way fair! Also, stop making decisions on your own!”

Before he knew it, Sumire had stripped out of her suit and was now wearing a black micro bikini. The amount of fabric was so minuscule that Ryuuto was certain whoever invented this design was a certified pervert from ancient times. On the floor, a full Twister game set had already been arranged by the shadow operatives clad in all blacks. It was a depraved game where, as players placed their hands and feet on designated circles, they inevitably ended up tangled together—something that could only have been devised by a true degenerate.

“Wait, when did you change? You weren’t wearing that under your shirt before, right?”

“Kunoichi Ninja Art: Instant Outfit Change.”

“That’d be really useful at the beach.”

“Nyon~♡”

“Don’t make weird anime noises!”

Still, Sumire seemed extremely confident in her body, as she lifted her right leg to display a perfect I-balance pose. The dangerously exposed under-zone made Ryuuto embarrassed just watching her.

“Hey, doesn’t this embarrass you?”

“It’s fine, I already shaved. Ah, or do you prefer it bushy?”

“Are you an idiot?!”

“Now then, Ryuuto-sama. Please strip naked too.”

“Those are the rules of this game?!”

“That’s how Twister works. Fun fact, this sacred ritual of entangling bodies has its origins thousands of years ago, dating back to the ancient Babylonian Empire.”

“That’s obviously a lie!”

“Trust in the power of the Force.”

“I’ll pass on that kind of mystical nonsense!”

“Wow, you’re so troublesome. Ryuuto-sama, are you a virgin?”

“I- I- I- I’m NOT a virgin!”

“I’ll prepare some lotion to smooth things over then.”

“No, no, no, no!”

As Ryuuto was shaking his head in exasperation, a panel in the ceiling suddenly clicked open, and one of the shadow operatives dropped down. This girl looked ridiculously suspicious.

One of Sumire’s younger sisters had a washbasin in hand and silently handed it to Sumire. Sumire gave her a thumbs-up in return, showing a perfect display of sisterly coordination. The basin was quickly filled with a generous amount of  lotion.

“Welcome, dear customer. Where are you visiting from today?”

“Quit with the customer service tone!”

Sumire poured hot water into the washbasin and began stirring it in a practiced motion, rotating her palms in circles. Her skillful technique was enough to make even professionals in the field turn pale. Watching her, Ryuuto was reminded of a certain “soap-style AV series” he had seen before. Instinctively, he scanned the room again, looking for hidden cameras—but, of course, there were none.

“Now then. Please.”

“I’m not doing any of that!!”

“W-What?! Oh no… Sob sob sob…”

Sumire stumbled back in exaggerated shock, sat down with her legs stretched out, and began crying pitifully.

“Ryuuto-sama, you’re so cruel. How could you toy with a woman’s heart like this?”

One of the shadow operatives removed her mask and bit her handkerchief dramatically. It was one of Sumire’s younger sisters, a girl named Yae.

“Wait, how the hell am I the bad guy here…?”

“It’s okay, Yae, it’s okay… In the end, we are nothing more than tools of the government. It was foolish of me to wish for even a fleeting moment of conversation with my dear Ryuuto-sama.”

“You’re really laying it on thick… Alright, fine. What do you want to do? As long as it’s not some perverted game, I’ll play along with your antics.”

“Wait, really?!”

“For now, just put the lotion down. Okay?”

The washbasin full of lotion in Sumire’s arms sloshed with a viscous wave.

“The truth is, I was incredibly jealous when Ryuuto-sama was watching a movie with some random female dog and having such a good time. Oh yes, I cried myself to sleep every night over it.”

“That was literally just a few hours ago.”

“So, if possible, for the sake of my future happiness… I’d like to watch a movie together.”

“You should’ve just said that from the start. So, as long as we watch a movie together, you’ll be satisfied? Also, cut it out with the Kunoichi Chronicles stuff. It makes me overanalyze how I’d shoot the scenes differently to make it more interesting.”

“Tch.”

“Here, how about this one?”

One of the shadow operatives, unable to stand the nonsense any longer, handed them a DVD.

“A Dog’s Purpose?”

“Is this a story about a butler dog?”

“Definitely not.”

Ryuuto looked at the description on the DVD case.

“This dog will keep coming back to life… Just to see his boy again.”

Just from that sentence alone, it kind of sounded like a zombie dog resurrection story. On the back of the case, there was an image of a young man and woman riding bicycles, with a happy-looking dog running in the center. It seemed like a perfectly wholesome film.

“I see. So, when this couple hits a rough patch in their relationship, their pet dog serves as a lubricant to help smooth things over, right?”

Sumire, making no effort to hide her warped preferences, spouted complete nonsense.

“The tagline literally says it’s a grand tale of love that moved audiences worldwide.”

“Ah, so it’s a story of passionate love. Wonderful.”

“I’m not even going to argue anymore. I’ve never seen it, though. Is it good?”

“Who knows? I haven’t watched it either.”

“…Do you have some kind of grudge against animals?”

“For ninja, dogs are tools. Nothing more, nothing less. “

“Hopefully we can change your opinion in 100 minutes.”

“Impossible. Do you really think a mere movie could change my deeply ingrained prejudice against all beasts?”

“Do you even want to watch this?”

“Of course I do! Now, let’s watch the movie, Ryuuto-sama.”

And so, they began watching.

I want to sleep….

Actually, Ryuuto was feeling extremely sleepy already.

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