15 Days
I returned to the men's lodging around six in the morning.
When I opened the door and stepped inside, Wada Kyoshiro was sitting on the tatami, fiddling with his smartphone.
"Seong-san. You're back?"
"What are you doing sitting up? Didn't you sleep?"
"I was asleep until just now. Normally I would have kept sleeping, but… for some reason I felt uneasy today… so I got up early. What about you, Seong-san?"
"Fell asleep in the kitchen and just woke up."
Wada Kyoshiro nodded.
"Seong-san. According to the weather service, the typhoon should leave Japan this afternoon, and the rain should stop too."
"That's a relief. Think we'll be able to head back tomorrow?"
"I'd like to hope so, but…"
Wada trailed off.
I didn't particularly care and sprawled out on the futon. I already understood the situation. The road connecting us to the outside world wasn't just wrecked — the nonstop downpour had flooded it as well. Even the fields just outside the village were thoroughly submerged. The only reason things hadn't gotten worse was that this was a mountain village on high ground. The cities would be dealing with a full-blown flood disaster.
Even if the villagers threw themselves into road repairs, it would take several days. And the conditions weren't right for outside help to reach us anytime soon.
This world's name is 15 Days. We came to the village for a festival study project and got trapped by a natural disaster… I can roughly guess the genre. The quest success condition is… survival, maybe. Or finding and eliminating the mastermind.
Once I could speculate about the quest, I felt more at ease. Either way, I was confident I could clear it.
I've got Complete Recovery. Survival's not even a problem.
This was a world without superpowered people. Under equal conditions, my combat experience put me far ahead.
Hmm. Still, I should track down the mastermind. No telling how things might shift.
Afternoon arrived.
The rain stopped and the wind died down.
The village, however, was a mess. Mud had overflowed onto the roads, and broken debris lay scattered everywhere.
I secretly called Hagawa Ryoko to the warehouse.
"Hey there, sex partner."
Hagawa Ryoko whipped her head around, scanned the area, then glared at me like she wanted me dead.
"Chosenjin…. Don't call me that."
"Fine. Ryoko."
"Don't just casually use my name."
"Fine. Sushi."
"…Sushi?"
I crooked a finger at her. She approached with a face full of shame. I looked over what she was wearing — a white blouse with frills and a pair of jeans. Simple, clean. Her figure was outstanding, so it suited her extremely well.
I reached out and groped her chest.
Hagawa Ryoko's hand instantly shot toward her waist, then froze. I lifted her blouse and checked her waistband. A dagger was taped there with clear adhesive. Neat work, not sloppy. She'd clearly done this more than once.
I peeled off her bra with one hand and asked,
"I've been curious since dawn… what the hell are you, really? Ordinary college girls don't walk around carrying weapons."
"Why should I tell a Chosenjin anything about myself?"
"You don't have to if you don't want to. Instead, I'll fuck you right here until evening."
I slipped my hand inside her blouse. I squeezed her breast hard and pinched her nipple between my fingers, tugging it. Hagawa Ryoko flushed red and trembled.
"I'll talk, okay…. But I don't have time to play with you until evening. Finish within an hour."
"Two hours."
"…One hour ten minutes."
"Two hours."
"…One hour eleven minutes."
"Two hours."
After five minutes of haggling, it was settled at two hours.
She was bare from the waist up. Caught in both my hands, her breasts ended in scarlet nipples, stiff and erect, asserting their presence. I rolled those hard nipples gently between my fingers as I questioned her.
"Now talk. What exactly are you?"
"…What you really want to know is why I carry a knife. There's no big 'identity' to speak of. The knife is for self-defense."
Hagawa Ryoko bit down hard on her lip. I pulled her into my arms from behind and kissed the nape of her neck. The hickey I'd left at dawn had already faded.
"Ordinary college girls don't carry knives for self-defense."
"……My family is a ninja clan."
My hands, which had been about to strip off her jeans, stopped.
I'd just heard an absurd phrase.
"A ninja clan?"
"You won't believe me, but it's true. We even have a family registry at home. ……These days we just run a ninja experience facility, though."
"No. I believe you."
This world was one drawn from Japanese creative works.
A ninja popping up out of nowhere wasn't strange. It felt a little off-tone for the atmosphere, but she wasn't using any ninja techniques either.
…What matters is that the author set Hagawa Ryoko's background as a ninja clan. For fun? No way.
A college girl who carried a dagger for self-defense. Her combat ability was excellent too — I'd only beaten her yesterday because I was who I was. Any other man fighting her one-on-one wouldn't win.
Something dangerous enough is going to happen that the heroine needed a setting like that.
I pulled down her jeans. Looking at her large, firm ass, I saw her white panties. The center was wet by about a finger's width. I stripped those off and spread her cheeks with both hands.
True to a work's heroine, her pussy and asshole were pink. Her labia sat neatly parallel, and her anus was dainty.
I pushed my index finger into the pussy that had still been virgin as of this morning.
Squish.
"Your pussy's wet. Did groping your tits turn you on?"
"…That's piss."
"Pretty sticky for piss."
"…Shut up and just finish already."
"Want me to put it in fast? Okay. I'll make you lose your mind like at dawn. Let's feel good together."
"That will never happen. There is absolutely no way I'd feel good having sex with a Chosenjin…!"
That remained to be seen.
I pulled out my cock and shoved it into her pussy.
Squelch.
Two and a half hours had passed. Even thirty minutes past the promised two hours, our genitals were still joined.
I was so drained I had collapsed into a battered chair, and Hagawa Ryoko was sitting on my lap. Her black hair clung to her sweat-soaked back.
"How's a Korean cock? Feel good?"
"How many times do I have to say it? Hnn…. It doesn't feel good at all…."
Hagawa Ryoko panted as she spoke. Below us, sticky fluids overflowed. White semen I'd poured out, and the traces of the love-juice fountain Hagawa Ryoko had gushed.
When she hit a top-tier orgasm, she sprayed love juice like a fountain. The funny part was that she denied it herself.
According to her, she wasn't spraying love juice because it felt good — she had urinary incontinence and was just pissing herself.
Isn't that even more humiliating…?
"Hnnnnnnngh!"
Hagawa Ryoko threw her chin up and shuddered. Love juice burst from her pussy and soaked my thighs. I pulled her body into my arms as she started to tip sideways. Panting, she looked at me with dazed eyes.
I kissed her. She resisted a little, then soon returned the kiss.
"Ryoko."
"…Don't call me by my name, Chosenjin…!"
Hagawa Ryoko growled. The sight of her growling while still impaled on my cock was pretty funny.
Not wanting to be called by her first name was Japan's yobisute culture. In Japan, unless you were close, you used the family name rather than the given name.
"Be careful in this village. Keep carrying that knife from now on."
"…What?"
"It's a weird village. Haven't you felt it?"
"……."
"If something feels dangerous, use the knife without hesitation."
"…You're telling me to kill people?"
"You tried to kill me."
"You're the Chosenjin who raped me!"
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, don't forget what I said. If it feels dangerous, just kill them. If it looks like it'll become a problem later… use my name. Say I ordered you to do it. Or frame it so it looks like I did the killing."
Hagawa Ryoko furrowed her brow and glared at me.
"……Why? What's your goal?"
"Because I don't want you rotting in prison."
I didn't care how many crimes got pinned on me. Once the quest ended, I'd be going back to reality anyway.
"What a pointless…."
Hagawa Ryoko staggered up off me. Thick white fluid dripped from her pussy. She wiped herself with a handkerchief and started getting dressed.
"I'll come to your room around eleven tonight."
"……."
Hagawa Ryoko left the warehouse without answering.
I looked down at the floor. It was covered in lewd fluids.
I should clean this up at least roughly. …Maybe I'll make her give me a blowjob tonight.
Afternoon of the fourth day.
The atmosphere in the Japan Festival Study Circle had sunk heavy.
We were isolated in the village. Thanks to a small generator borrowed from the locals, we had minimal electricity — but it really was minimal. Just keeping the refrigerator running was a struggle.
Request a rescue team from outside?
We'd tried.
The answer that came back was that the situation wasn't serious enough, so wait.
We couldn't really argue with the rescue teams. Compared to the chaos outside from the disaster, the village was peaceful.
The circle members had gathered in the first-floor living room of the men's lodging. Mori Masahiro's opinion was that sticking together was best at times like this.
I snuck glances at Hagawa Ryoko, who sat quietly beside Wada Kyoshiro. There was no trace of the girl who used to sneer "Chosenjin" every time she looked at me.
Sensing my gaze, Hagawa Ryoko looked over. When I grinned and stuck out my tongue, she scowled and immediately turned her head away.
Maybe I should fuck her once more before dinner….
A change hit the living room full of gloomy air.
Urgent footsteps approached, and the living room door flew open. Tanaka Hiroshi, the punk with the ear piercings, appeared. His clothes were caked in mud, his face soaked with sweat.
"Tanaka. Where the hell have you been until now? And what's with that look?"
Mori Masahiro stood up as he asked. His voice had hardened. He clearly wasn't pleased by Tanaka Hiroshi's entrance.
"Run! We have to run! This village is insane!!"
Terrified of something, Tanaka Hiroshi shouted, 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 a normal state right now."
"Bring me the car keys!!! If we stay in this village, we're going to die! Die!!! You don't want to die either, do you!!"
"Tanaka. Did you forget the car is broken?"
"……!!"
Tanaka Hiroshi flinched as if stunned. He really had forgotten the car was broken.
Who forgets something like that? He's not in his right mind.
Tanaka Hiroshi spun around to bolt. Mori Masahiro seized his shoulder and slammed him to the floor.
"Tanaka Hiroshi!! Calm down! No one is going to hurt you! Settle down and explain what happened! Where are Gonzo and Sakurai, who were with you?!"
"G-Gonzo and Sakurai are dead! The old people in this village killed them!! Those bastards! They're coming to kill me! We have to run!!"
Tanaka Hiroshi screamed like a man possessed.
His cry faded, and a cold silence settled over the living room.
That was when it happened.
Sounds of people came from outside. Not one or two. At least several dozen. I glanced around — everyone wore tense faces. Tanaka Hiroshi was filled with terror. He bolted upstairs to the second floor.
"Is anyone home?!"