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 - 86

Chapter 86: Ends in Failure, Just Like Usual

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“Okay, then next is me! It’s a totally normal question.”

“Go ahead, Kuon-san.”

“Yes, Ryuuto-sama! I’m Mikoto Kuon. Nice to meet you!”

“Ah, yeah. Mikoto-san. Nice to meet you.”

The girl who stood up for the next question was bright, boyish, and had a short haircut that suited her well.

“Ehehe~. You already remembered my name. So, here’s my question. Why did you choose the Healing and Recovery Department, Ryuuto-sama? I mean, why us? Not that we’re complaining—we’re super lucky to have been chosen—but honestly, most of the school thought you’d transfer to the Magic Department. What’s up with that?”

That’s a surprisingly serious question.

Since Mikoto looked at him with eyes full of curiosity, Ryuuto straightened up and looked her directly in the eyes.

“Well, that’s…”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“There’s no special reason or anything. It’s just, apparently, you can’t get a Explorer’s license unless you attend this school. And in today’s world, men aren’t exactly encouraged to take on the dangerous life of a Explorer. I think that’s partly because support roles in parties are still looked down on compared to offensive skills and jobs. Not that I’m blaming anyone—back in my day, it was the same. Warriors and mages are just easier for people to understand as strong. I was a mage myself, so I saw things the same way. But in the long run, healing arts are way more useful than flashy one-hit techniques. I’m actually not good with healing techniques—in fact, I don’t even know the basics. So rather than waste my time, I decided to go back and learn healing from the ground up. That’s all.”

Before he realized it, all the students, including their teacher Koyomi, were absorbed in Ryuuto’s words.

Wait, the teacher as well? Didn’t I just explain this to you earlier?

Koyomi had her hands clasped over her chest and the corners of her eyes reddening.

“Sorry. That was boring, huh?”

“Not at all! At least I was really moved. Legends really are different. And guys who talk about their dreams and goals… That’s seriously cool.”

As Mikoto said that, the previously silent classmates erupted in cheers all at once.

“Exactly! Mikoto’s right! Ryuuto-sama is so cool!”

“A man who lives for his dreams… Hahh. Honestly, I don’t think I can make it out alive…”

“Uh, mind if I pleasure myself while watching?”

“Nnn. Ahh, I love him!”

“I wanna lick him, I wanna lick him!”

“Totally agree. I want to put Ryuuto-sama in my mouth and chew him up. I want to lick every inch of him.”

“The best! Ryuuto-sama is amazing! Ahh! Gaaah! My body’s burning! Just looking at Ryuuto-sama sets me on fire!”

One ponytailed girl suddenly tore open her shirt, revealing her underwear. A button popped off and pinged Ryuuto in the face as it twirled through the air. He seemed pretty desensitized by now and remained calm.

“I told you, stop stripping.”

He deftly snatched the button out of the air.

“Yes, that’s right. Sakazaki-kun is the treasure of our 1-A! Ahh, in that case, let’s do it—wasshoi, wassho-wasshoi! Let’s toss Sakazaki-kun into the air together!”

“Wait, hold on. Sensei, what the hell are you even—”

Ryuuto gave a wry smile, but Koyomi’s words quickly became reality.

“Wasshoi! Wasshoi!”

“Wah—gack!”

Ryuuto was swarmed by his classmates and dragged to the center of the room. He tried to escape, but all of them were trained like athletes, being Explorers. He could have forced his way out, but the overwhelming flood of soft flesh filled his brain with pleasure chemicals.

“Wasshoi~♡”

Oh crap! Wait! Boobs! It’s a tsunami of boobs!

“Wasshoi~♡”

So this is… Heaven.

Incidentally, Ryuuto’s celebratory tossing continued past the end of short homeroom and only ended after a jealous report from another class. And so, the Healing and Recovery Department, having won Ryuuto by sheer luck, soon faced a long winter brought on by the furious envy of the Magic Department.

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“Nufufu. Ryuuto-san is gonna be so surprised when he sees us waiting for him.”

“Yeah. He’s probably nervous being stuck in a new place like this. Once he sees us—his closest companions—it’s guaranteed he’ll stick with us.”

“You think so?”

In front of the Explorer School gates, Haruka, Kyouka, and Rion stood confidently, waiting for Ryuuto to arrive.

“Ahhh, I can’t wait to see Ryuuto-san. I’ve been feeling like I’ve gone through three autumns in one day since yesterday.”

“…Just saying, Kyouka, isn’t it supposed to be ‘one day feels like three years’?”

“Nope, I got it right. It’s written like that in the Shijing. Gotta use words properly.”

Kyouka turned out to be surprisingly knowledgeable in literary.

“Whatever. More importantly… Fufufu. Attending class with Ryuuto-san, having lunch with him, enjoying school life together… This is youth. What we’ve been longing for is finally right in front of us.”

“Um, hey, you two…”

It was already past the usual time for students to arrive. The wide schoolyard was deserted, not even a kitten in sight. A guard near the gate kept glancing at his watch, clearly timing when to close it.

“What is it, Haruka? We’re getting into our emotional headspace to meet Ryuuto-san.”

“But—”

“Wait a second! The gate’s about to close!”

Rion’s words snapped Haruka to attention. The morning chime rang out, and without mercy, the gate began to rattle shut under the guard’s hand.

“Wait, wait, wait! You can’t close it yet! An important person hasn’t arrived yet!”

“Kyouka’s right! We’ve been here waiting since 4 AM for a certain VIP!”

“Um… Are you perhaps talking about Ryuuto Sakazaki-san?”

The slender guard with a teary beauty mark spoke hesitantly.

“Yeah! So you do know about him!”

“Barring Hero Ryuuto-sama from entering would be a national scandal!”

“Like I’ve been saying—”

“Actually, I heard Ryuuto Sakazaki-sama already arrived through the back gate with a security escort.”

“Huh?”

“Wha-?”

Kyouka and Rion both made expressions like Haniwa clay dolls.

“Uh, just to confirm… What class is Ryuuto-san in?”

Haruka timidly asked the guard.

“First-year, Class A, in the Healing and Recovery Department. You three might want to hurry to class yourselves, or you’ll be marked late.”

With that, the guard firmly shut the gate and resumed his post.

“When did we start assuming Ryuuto-san was a third-year like us…?”

“If we’d thought it through, starting as a first-year would’ve made sense.”

“That’s why I kept telling you to listen…”

Haruka sighed deeply, pressing her hand to her head. Behind her, Kyouka and Rion stood there, burned out and completely white like spent ashes.

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