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 - 63-64

Chapter 63: I Can’t Wait Until the End Credits

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The movie ended, and the end credits began to roll. Unprepared, Ryuuto was so deeply moved. He clenched his fists and shut his eyes tightly to keep his tear ducts from giving in. Only then did he remember the presence of Sumire, who had been watching A Dog’s Purpose with him.

“Uuuu…”

“Whoa, are you seriously crying that hard!?”

Sumire was sobbing violently, stifling her voice. Sitting in seiza, her cheeks were drenched with tears. Her thick black hair clung to her face, making her look as though she’d just been caught in a torrential downpour. Her normally beautiful features were now twisted in a ferocious expression of sadness. Ryuuto instinctively recoiled, inching away from her. Honestly, fear came before sympathy.

“Y-You were that moved?”

“Gufu… Gufuu… Gugugu… Uuhh… Hiiiin…”

That’s some insane crying….

“Hey, anyway, just use this already.”

Ryuuto stood up and held out a tissue box to her. Sumire reached out with her slender white hand, still hiccupping. Her face, smeared with tears and snot, was a complete mess—hard to look at. Even Ryuuto, who was usually pretty tolerant, found himself a bit taken aback by the sight.

She looks like an AV actress who just took a massive facial.

He caught himself thinking something ridiculous like that.

“Come on, just stop crying already.”

“Uuuh… Buuuu… Bubiieeeee!!”

Without a trace of restraint, Sumire blew her nose hard into the tissues. The loud, satisfying sound almost made Ryuuto want to applaud, but he stopped himself out of pity.

“Dyuuhhh… Bailey, Bailey, Bailey, Bailey! Boss Dogggg!”

“Just calm down already.”

You’re way too emotionally invested with the movie…

“This is unfair! This kind of direction and storytelling… This movie is clearly trying to kill people by breaking our hearts!”

“I’m sure the creators of this movie would be thrilled to hear you praising the movie that much.”

The movie Ryuuto and Sumire had just watched, A Dog’s Purpose, followed the story of a dog who reincarnated while always remaining devoted to his beloved owner. It wasn’t a revolutionary plot structure, but for dog lovers, it hit right in the heart. It was a film crafted to completely destroy viewers who thought they were just in for a casual watch.

In the final scene, when Ethan realizes that the dog Bailey—now reincarnated into another breed—was the same dog he once raised in his youth, viewers couldn’t help but lose it emotionally.

“It’s not fair, it’s not fair! It’s totally by-the-book, totally cliché, totally overdone, totally cheap, it’s a straight fastball right down the middle! Do amekou not know how to throw a curveball?! A scene where the dog runs through a wheat field with its master at the end? Of course people are going to cry!”

“Don’t call them ‘amekou.’”

“Fuuuh, fuuuh…”

Sumire kept crying torrents of tears, but her eyes glimmered with a strange ecstasy. She licked her plump lips with her tongue. Ryuuto gave a small shudder at that.

This is getting kind of scary.

Ryuuto had never seen a woman express her emotions this openly over a movie in his life.

He thought that, even if someone cried from being moved, they’d at most sniffle quietly. He had underestimated her completely.

“Well… It was more interesting than I expected.”

“It’s a masterpiece. A Dog’s Purpose is. As far as I’m concerned, it just barely surpasses Roman Holiday, Bagdad Café, Cinema Paradiso, and Life is Beautiful.”

“So it does surpass them, huh…”

Ryuuto couldn’t bring himself to fully agree. Sumire accepted a hand towel from one of her younger sisters, Yae, and carefully wiped away the tears that the tissues couldn’t handle. Then she excused herself to go fix her makeup.

Honestly, I’m dead tired now…

It was already approaching dawn—past 3 a.m. Even Ryuuto, with his crazy durability, wasn’t good at staying up this late for no reason. On top of that, this place, with its perfect security and total lack of mortal danger, didn’t exactly demand sharp focus.

Just then, he locked eyes with Yae, Sumire’s younger sister, who was still sitting in seiza beside him. She gave him a soft smile. Her features closely resembled Sumire’s, as expected of sisters. In other words—she was a beauty too. Ryuuto, a high-level virgin in spirit, felt too awkward to just brush her off and head back to his room.

“Alrighty then…”

He deliberately said it aloud and shifted on the sofa.

“Ryuuto-sama, please don’t mind me.”

“O-Oh…”

Unlike Sumire, Yae showed no signs of being a pervert and seemed like a perfectly proper lady, so Ryuuto didn’t really know how to deal with her.

Before long, Sumire returned with her makeup touched up. Standing before Ryuuto, she spread her arms wide as if inviting him, and gave a sly flick of her pink tongue.

“Now then, Ryuuto-sama.”

“…What now?”

“Now that we’re both so emotionally charged… Why don’t we go for a round?”

“No, thank you!!”

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Chapter 64: Flowers in Both Hands

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A pleasant scent unexpectedly tickled Ryuuto’s nose. The room lights dimmed in an instant. When Ryuuto turned his gaze toward a small sound, he saw that a futon had been laid out on the wooden floor by Yae, and a traditional Japanese-style stand light was casting a soft glow. Placing a hand to his forehead, Ryuuto let out a long sigh.

“Why is it turning out like this?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t ‘huh’ me! Hey, hey, don’t start stripping! How did you move so fast!?”

In the blink of an eye, Sumire had begun unbuttoning her shirt on top of the futon. The sight of a dark purple bra hit Ryuuto like a truck, and he was visibly shaken. Her cleavage was clearly visible. He wanted to curse her as a little devil, but the weakness in his heart that couldn’t resolutely reject her left him feeling miserable.

“Ryuuto-sama, please, eat me up.”

“Don’t just suddenly change characters! You’re throwing me off!”

Ignoring Ryuuto’s protests, Sumire swiftly took off her shirt, leaving only her bra. She still had her skirt on, just barely. Her dark denier tights glistened faintly in the soft light, and Ryuuto’s unruly junior started stirring in arousal. 

Wasshoi, wasshoi. Eh-ho, eh-ho. I’ve got to tell everyone the kunoichi is a pervert. Eh-ho, eh-ho. Gotta spread the word.!

Wait, the owl of his conscience suddenly sprinted forward, and he snapped back to reality. The late-night mood was messing with Ryuuto’s head.

“Anyway, it’s already late. Let’s just go to sleep, Ryuuto-sama.”

“Don’t just suddenly get all calm. Wait, are you saying we’re going to share a bed?”

“I toss and turn in my sleep, so we might end up naturally merging at some point. Kyaa!~ ♡”

“I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“Geez, Ryuuto-sama, who are you staying pure for?”

“It’s not like that, I just…”

“Quit jerking off by yourself and come over here.”

“I’m not jerking off! That’s slander!”

“Oh please, you’re such a pain, you virgin.”

“I-I’m not a virgin!”

Sumire quickly mimed a stroking motion with her right hand. Her fingertips writhed lewdly. Her hand gestures were extremely concerning.

“Cut it out with that hand!”

“Hmph. Fine. I’ll be good tonight and go to sleep, so don’t be so scared. Honestly, if you want to sleep together, then hurry up and get in already.”

“Watch your language!”

“Don’t worry. I’m not wearing anything down there.”

“That doesn’t make it better!”

Sumire, her lower body hidden under the blanket, smoothly pulled out her panties and waved them teasingly.

Is that even allowed? Legally speaking?

He was deeply confused. But while Ryuuto was caught up in his thoughts, Sumire lay down on the futon, lifting the blanket and beckoning him over. To accept this situation would be the same as jumping into a tiger’s den. But then, why was he resisting Sumire’s advances so much?

Wouldn’t it be easier to just give in to her and let go of everything? As he stared straight into her mysterious eyes, Ryuuto began to feel like an utter fool for refusing such a gorgeous woman practically offering herself on a silver platter. 

Yeah, maybe he should just push her down and roll around together—smooch smooch, oh no, yes, don’t, oh yes—like that.

“—Wait! Hey! You just used some weird jutsu on me, didn’t you!?”

“Tch. You noticed?”

“‘You noticed?’ Seriously!?”

“Sanada Ninja Technique: Lustful Fall. Almost had you.”

“That’s terrifying!”

“Okay okay, Onee-sama. At this rate, Ryuuto-sama will never get to sleep. Sleep deprivation is bad for your health. So, how about we compromise and sleep the three of us together, side by side, like the character for river (川)?”

Before Ryuuto could respond, Yae had already taken off her kimono and was down to her red underrobe. Honestly, Ryuuto found Yae in her underrobe even more dangerous than Sumire in her underwear. But arguing about it now felt pointless, so he accepted her offer.

“Fine, whatever. I’m going to sleep.”

“Yay! At last, we’re united. I’m so happy~ ♡”

“Ah, sorry Yae-chan, could you scoot over just a bit more?”

“Of course.”

“Hey, are you two ignoring me?! You’re being too cruel!”

And so, they ended up sleeping together.

“Since it’s late and all, how about we each say who we like? Huh? Me first? Hmm, alright, I guess I’ll go. The person I like is… Ryuuto-sama. Ah! Kyaa! I said it!”

“Yae-chan… Is your big sister always like this? She’s nothing like my first impression of her.”

“She usually keeps up appearances. But Sumire Onee-sama seems really happy to be getting closer to Ryuuto-sama. The real Ryuuto-sama is super fun and wonderful, after all. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Onee-sama this excited. It’s like she left her sense of reason behind somewhere. She’s like a chimpanzee now.”

“Hey, the way you’re saying it sounds like you’re calling me an idiot!”

“Onee-sama is an exceptionally elite field agent. I’m well aware saying this is a complete breach of professional conduct and I know it’s wrong of me to do this, but… Ryuuto-sama, please don’t abandon Sumire Onee-sama.”

“Yae-chan…”

“By the way, Ryuuto-sama, I already took off my panties.”

“Please stop being gross, Onee-sama.”

“Sniff sniff…”

“Don’t cry.”

“Ryuuto-sama, that was a cue. Good night.”

“Y-Yeah… Good night.”

“…I will pounce on you.”

“Nee-sama, would you like to change into your big-girl panties?”

“I’m not a toddler!”

At last, they fell asleep and Ryuuto had a dream. A dream of days that had never once appeared before in his sleep.

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