Chapter 1169

< Episode 1169 > Day 15

I returned to the boys’ dormitory around 6 AM.

When I opened the door and went in, Wada Kyoshirou was sitting on the tatami mat fiddling with his smartphone.

“Mr. Gender. You’re back?”

“Hmph. Why are you sitting there? Didn’t you sleep?”

“I was sleeping until just now. Normally, I would’ve been asleep, but… today I felt uneasy for some reason… so I woke up early. What about Mr. Gender?”

“I fell asleep in the kitchen and just woke up.”

Wada Kyoshirou nodded.

“Mr. Gender, according to the meteorological agency, the typhoon will leave Japan this afternoon, and it seems the rain will stop.”

“That’s lucky. Will we be able to go home tomorrow?”

“It’d be nice if we could… but…”

Wada left his sentence hanging.

I lay down on the futon without a care. I already know the current situation. Not only is the road connected to the outside world destroyed, but it’s also flooded due to the continuous heavy rain. Even the rice paddies outside the village are completely submerged. At least we’re on higher ground here; otherwise, the town might’ve suffered even worse flooding.

Even if the villagers work hard to repair the road, it’ll take several days. And given the circumstances, it’s not easy to get external help.

‘This world’s name is “Day 15,” huh? Trapped in the village because of natural disasters while investigating a festival… I have a rough idea of what genre this is. The quest success condition is… survival, maybe? Or perhaps it involves finding and eliminating the root cause.’

Once I started speculating about the quest details, my mind calmed down. I was confident I could succeed either way.

‘With full recovery abilities, what’s the problem with surviving?’

This isn’t a world with superhumans. Under equal conditions, my extensive combat experience gives me a significant advantage.

‘Hmm. First things first, I need to find the root cause. Who knows how the situation might change?’

It was afternoon.

The rain had stopped, and the wind had calmed down.

But the village was in shambles. Mud overflowed onto the roads, and broken debris was scattered everywhere.

I secretly called Hagawa Ryoko to the warehouse.

“Hey, sex partner.”

Hagawa Ryoko turned her head, quickly scanned the surroundings, and glared at me as if she wanted to kill me.

“Japs… Don’t call me that!”

“Alright. Ryoko.”

“Don’t casually use my name.”

“Got it. Sushi.”

“…Sushi?”

I flicked my finger at her. She approached me with a face full of embarrassment. I looked at her outfit—a frilly white blouse and jeans. Simple yet neat. It suited her perfectly because of her great figure.

I reached out and touched her chest.

Instantly, Hagawa Ryoko’s hand moved toward her waist but then froze. I lifted her blouse slightly to check her waistband. A dagger was strapped there using transparent tape. It was neatly done, like she’d practiced many times.

I undid her bra with one hand while asking,

“I’ve been curious since early this morning… What exactly are you? Ordinary female college students don’t carry weapons around, do they?”

“Why should I tell someone like a Jap anything about myself?”

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. But if you don’t, you’ll be stuck doing chores here until evening.”

I slipped my hand inside her blouse. I squeezed her breast firmly and pinched her nipple with my fingers.


Da. Ha and Ryouko blushed furiously while trembling.

“Just say it already… In return, I won’t have time to play with you tonight. Finish within an hour.”

“Two hours.”

“…One hour and ten minutes.”

“Two hours.”

“…One hour and eleven minutes.”

“Two hours.”

After five minutes of bickering, it was decided on two hours.

She was in a state of having removed her blouse. In my hands, her captured breasts had deep red nipples that stood erect, boldly asserting their presence. As I gently rolled her erect nipple with my fingers, I questioned her.

“Now, tell me. What exactly are you?”

“…What you’re curious about is probably why I have a knife, right? There’s no need to talk about identities or anything. It’s for self-defense.”

Haga Ryouko tightly bit her lips. I embraced her from behind and kissed her neck. The hickey I left at dawn had faded.

“An ordinary female college student doesn’t carry a knife for self-defense.”

“…My family is a ninja clan.”

Her hand stopped as she tried to remove her jeans.

I heard an absurd word.

“Ninja clan?”

“You might not believe me, but it’s true. We even have the family records… Nowadays, we just run a ninja experience facility, though.”

“No way. I believe you.”

This world is the world of Japanese fiction.

It’s not strange for ninjas to suddenly appear. Although it doesn’t quite fit the atmosphere, she isn’t using any ninja magic either.

‘…The important thing is that the author set Haga Ryouko’s background as a ninja clan. For fun? That can’t be.’

A female college student carrying a dagger for self-defense. She also has remarkable combat skills. That’s because I barely defeated her yesterday. If another man fought her one-on-one, he wouldn’t win.

‘Heroines only get such settings when something dangerous happens.’

I pulled down her jeans. Looking at her big, firm butt, I saw her white panties. The center part was wet about a finger’s length. I removed her panties, grabbed her butt, and spread it apart.

Worthy of being the heroine of a work, her pink vagina and anus were visible. Her labia were neatly aligned, and her anus was cute.

I inserted my index finger into her virgin pussy from last night.

“Chigurk.”

“Your vagina is wet. Are you excited because I touched your boobs?”

“…That’s urine.”

“Urine doesn’t feel this sticky.”

“…Stop babbling and hurry up and finish.”

“You want me to hurry and insert it? Okay. I’ll make it explode like early morning. Let’s feel good together.”

“There’s no way I’d feel good having sex with a Joseon-jing…”

We’ll see about that.

I took out my penis and thrust it into her vagina.

“Chilgeok.”

Two hours and thirty minutes passed. Even though it was 30 minutes past the agreed-upon two hours, our genitals were still connected.

I sat on a worn-out chair due to my lack of stamina, and Haga Ryouko sat on my lap. Her back, soaked with sweat, had black hair stuck to it.

“How’s the Korean penis? Do you feel good?”

“How many times do I have to say it? Huuuh… I don’t feel good at all…”

Haga Ryouko said while panting. Below us, there was an overflow of sticky liquid. It was the trace of the white semen I ejaculated and the love fluid fountain Haga Ryouko unleashed.

Whenever she reached the highest level of orgasm, she would unleash a geyser of love fluid. The funny thing was that she denied it herself.

According to her, it wasn’t that she felt good and released love fluid; it was because she had urinary incontinence and peed.

‘Isn’t that more embarrassing…?’

“Huuuuuuuuuuuung!”

Haga Ryouko raised her chin and trembled. The love fluid spewed from her vagina soaked my thighs. I embraced her body as it fell sideways into my arms. She looked at me with dazed eyes while panting.

Our lips met. She resisted slightly at first, then continued kissing me.

“Ryouko.”

“…Don’t call me by my name, Joseon-jing…!”

Haga Ryouko growled. The sight of her growling while still impaled on my penis was quite amusing.

Not wanting her name called is part of Japan’s Yobisute culture. In Japan, people who aren’t close or familiar are addressed by their last names rather than their first.

“Be careful in this town. You should keep your knife…”


“Make sure to take care of everything while you’re gone.”

“…Huh?”

“It’s a strange village. You didn’t sense it?”

“……”

“If it feels dangerous, don’t hesitate to use your sword.”

“You mean kill people?”

“You tried to kill me!”

“You’re the Korean rapist bastard!”

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, don’t forget what I said. If it gets dangerous, just kill ’em. And if there’s trouble later… sell my name. Say I ordered it. Or fake that I did it.”

Hagawa Ryouko glared at me with a frown.

“…Why? What’s your angle?”

“I don’t want you rotting in jail.”

I could take on as many sins as I wanted. After all, once the quest ends, I’ll return to reality.

“Pointless…”

Hagawa Ryouko shakily got up from me. A thick white liquid dripped from her womanhood. She started getting dressed while cleaning herself with a handkerchief.

“I’ll visit your room around 11 tonight.”

“…”

Without answering, Hagawa Ryouko left the warehouse.

I looked down at the floor. It was covered in lewd fluids.

‘I should probably clean this up somewhat… Should I try a fellatio tonight?’

•••

The 4th day, afternoon.

The mood in the Japan Festival Study Circle had sunk completely.

We were isolated in the village. Thanks to the small generator we borrowed from the village, we had minimal electricity, but just enough to barely keep the fridge running.

Request rescue team?

We tried.

But they replied that it wasn’t an urgent situation, so we needed to wait.

We couldn’t argue with the rescue team. The village was peaceful compared to the chaos outside.

The club members gathered in the first-floor living room of the boys’ dormitory. Mori Masahiro suggested that gathering like this was best during such times.

I glanced at Hagawa Ryouko quietly sitting next to Wada Kyoushiro. There was no trace of the look she used to give me when she insulted me as “Korean”.

Feeling my gaze, Hagawa Ryouko turned to look at me. When I grinned and stuck out my tongue, she frowned and immediately turned away.

‘Should I have another go at her before evening?’

The living room, filled with a gloomy atmosphere, suddenly changed.

There were hurried footsteps, then the living room door opened. The punk with ear piercings, Tanaka Hiroshi, appeared. His clothes were covered in mud, and his face was drenched in sweat.

“Tanaka. Where’ve you been? What’s with your appearance?”

Mori Masahiro stood up and asked. His voice hardened. He didn’t seem pleased with Tanaka Hiroshi’s sudden appearance.

“We gotta run! This village is crazy!!”

Terrified Tanaka Hiroshi shouted, his eyes darting around. Then he grabbed Mori Masahiro by the collar.

“The car keys! Where are the car keys?!!”

“Calm down, Tanaka. You’re not in your right mind right now.”

“Bring me the car keys!!! We’ll die if we stay here! Die, I tell ya!!! Don’t you wanna live??”

“Tanaka. Did you forget the car’s broken?”

“……!!”

Tanaka Hiroshi stumbled back in shock. He really had forgotten about the broken car.

‘Does anyone normally forget something like that? He’s lost it.’

Tanaka Hiroshi turned to run, but Mori Masahiro grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him to the floor.

“Tanaka Hiroshi!! Calm down! No one’s going to hurt you! Calm down and explain what happened! Where are Gonjo and Sakurai?!”

“Gonjo and Sakurai are dead! The old folks in this village killed them!! They’re coming for me! We gotta run!!”

Tanaka Hiroshi screamed wildly.

His screams soon died down, replaced by a cold silence in the living room.

That’s when it happened.

Sounds of movement came from outside. Not just one or two people. At least dozens. Glancing around, everyone’s faces were tense. Tanaka Hiroshi was filled with terror. He quickly ran upstairs.

“Is anyone there?!”