Of course, the place Kiri took Ryuji to drink wasn't some unknown dive. Kiri had been mixing with the right circles recently. Unlike Ryuji, whose abilities had been disrupted with the world's destruction, Kiri had left before the world was shattered—her powers remained intact. Ryuji understood that.
After all, by that stage, the world's energy in candidates' bodies would naturally be taken away to protect them.
So Ryuji had no objections—after all, the powers weren't truly his, and if they were gone, so be it.
The place Kiri brought him to—the Moonlight Tavern—was famous among players and well-known throughout Hedon myre. The decoration was luxurious, the drinks exquisite, yet the prices were fair. And most importantly…
They often had deals.
The moment Ryuji followed Kiri inside, a chair flew straight at them. Ryuji reached out and batted it aside, just about to find out which idiot dared interrupt his key moment with Kiri, when he saw someone riding atop another person, swinging a folding stool relentlessly. The victim had his hands tightly over his head, terrified of being beaten to death on the spot.
Meanwhile, Aganzo, whom Ryuji had met before, lay slumped over a small table like a corpse, while some energetic young man rifled through his pockets.
Other patrons watched, amused, but when a wine bottle smashed against a white-haired boy's head—a boy with ghostly hands—the scene descended into utter chaos.
And Ryuji noticed something else: the white-haired boy was holding a bottle of milk in his hand.
Watching two swordfighters wildly clashing, Ryuji wondered where the tavern's security was. Where was the law?
Then he saw the tavern's proprietress and instantly lost all complaints.
The owner wore a low-cut evening gown, revealing a striking expanse of white and cleavage. Her body was adorned with ornate jewelry, yet it didn't overwhelm her beauty—it enhanced it, lending her an aura of elegant, mature charm, a sensual sophistication only a woman of experience could possess.
Especially when she leaned over the bar, wine glass in hand, smiling at the chaos below—a calm, mature allure radiated from her.
Unlike Kiri, whose charm was bold and straightforward, with occasional slyness, Ryuji could clearly see that the tavern's owner had mechanisms in her reinforcement machines…
Of course, she knew business: she could see things without revealing them. Reinforcing equipment was a bit of a gamble, and Kiri wasn't a bad person—she likely had her own plans.
Ryuji didn't believe Kiri would ever exploit someone to the point of ruin. She wasn't that cruel.
A woman capable of acting with chivalry wouldn't stoop to making money through such methods!
Just like Ryuji himself—he acted with honor and integrity, so why would he let the sight of a beautiful, mature woman make his demeanor melancholic?
Ryuji silently tightened his hood, letting his expression become calm, composed, with a trace of sadness.
He was just… always a bit sad, after all. Everyone else had a place to go home to—he did not.
Then he sat on a stool. The tavern's proprietress approached, wine glass in hand, ready to ask what he wanted to drink.
Moments ago, Ryuji had worn a bold, almost lascivious grin, as if daring anyone to try stopping him from taking Kiri to bed. Now, with his melancholic demeanor, she couldn't help but ask:
"Why the sudden act of depth?"
Ryuji felt slightly embarrassed. He wasn't pretending—he genuinely thought about his reality: a home to return to, but none for him.
Although he would definitely be able to return someday—after all, no matter what, his parents had raised him, so it would be a bit extreme not to return—the problem was that right now, he couldn't.
Normally, he wouldn't care much, but seeing Kiri in a situation where she had a home she couldn't return to, he couldn't help but empathize a little.
No way around it—Kiri at least still had a chance, and next time he returned, he could help her get home. But himself…
Who could help him get back?
Ryuji sighed, and he had little desire for Siusha today. After all, he had come to accompany Kiri. With her, it was the first time for both of them. For every girl's first time, he took it seriously.
"Hmm… I just suddenly thought about my hometown. At least you have somewhere to return to. I have nothing."
Ryuji casually ordered a drink and pushed it toward Kiri.
Seeing the faint helplessness in Kiri's eyes, his own lust dissipated somewhat.
"Drink a little tonight, sleep well, and tomorrow you won't feel so sad."
No matter what, his relationship with Kiri was arguably the closest. Erina's admiration was more childlike, a yearning for adults and the omnipotent strong. Both of them had mutual feelings of inferiority, which was why Erina accepted his having multiple women so simply.
What he valued with Erina was different; if one really wanted to understand him, Kiri understood him far better.
"Ha! What's with the talk? Either way, it's yours eventually. Tonight, let's indulge ourselves. Tomorrow, we live our own lives—no need to dwell on it!"
"If we don't dwell on it, can we even call ourselves human? But you're right. Let's sulk a little, drink tonight, and leave tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow!"
Since the Arad language couldn't translate poetry well, Ryuji just spoke plainly.
Kiri was delighted by his words, raising her glass to clink with his.
"Cheers to that!"
"Cheers!"
Ryuji raised his glass and drank it all in one go.
The liquor tasted exquisite, top-tier even. But honestly, Ryuji was never a great drinker. He drank mainly to socialize or to dull his senses and thoughts, temporarily forgetting all his current worries.
For the common folk at the bottom, this was common. The more laborious the life, the stronger the drink they preferred—it numbed pain and fatigue, helped them appear less suffering, and gave them a reason to boast of what they hadn't achieved.
Because when people are sober, few have the nerve to brag about things they have not done.
In any world, it seemed, this was universal.
Ryuji knew Kiri had given up on herself because everything she had was buried, while Kiri understood the fear and shock of his sudden transmigration, the inner terror from a series of events—things most women around him didn't know.
Robin, Nami, or Erina—all saw the strong, godlike Ryuji who could solve problems and cared for them. Only those who had witnessed Ryuji's embarrassment in the Seven Days to Die world truly understood his fragility.
"Mind if I join?"
Hearing Ryuji and Kiri drinking so freely, Siusha felt moved. Two people who had lost their hometowns and pasts, yet still faced the future with joy, creating new lives for themselves.
Siusha (Image here)
Her own years had been spent immersed in past destruction, her previous thoughts now long gone.
"Perhaps that's why I like humans."
Indeed, the tavern owner wasn't human—more precisely, she was what was called an elf.
But in the current world, the beings those were once called elves had vanished. What exists now are the dark elves, who were expelled from the elf clan. They are also the only elf race that exists on the mainland.
And Siusha herself—she was the last elf.
Elves had once lived in the Grand Flores, maintaining good relations with goblins, minotaurs, and other beast races, and even humans.
But after a great fire over a decade ago, elves completely disappeared. Beast races and minotaurs became extremely hostile to humans, even killing without hesitation, because that was how they treated humans.
Everything was strange and alien to Siusha now. She abandoned her former pursuits and opened a tavern, waiting for fate to run its course.
So, hearing Ryuji and Kiri's conversation, she was genuinely moved.
"No problem."
Ryuji casually raised a hand. None of the three spoke further.
Kiri didn't talk about her time in the lawless zone, nor her experiences. Ryuji didn't speak of his own past adventures.
Siusha remained silent, seemingly with nothing to say, leaning in as if not really here to drink.
Yet the alcohol would eventually run out.
After finishing a bottle, Siusha left—not because of boredom with Ryuji, but to tally damage caused by earlier brawling guests. And who would pay? Naturally, those who lost, who ended up flat on the floor.
Ryuji and Kiri had drunk just enough. Their tipsy state was sufficient to let them forget many things.
"Looks like I couldn't run from the start. Tell me, brat, now that you know your power, have you considered starting a harem?"
Kiri patted Ryuji's shoulder, asking bluntly.
"Of course! It would be wonderful to be able to come home and have sex with a girl—that's a beautiful thought. But the problem is, back then, even if I wanted it, I didn't have the ability!"
Ryuji blurted out.
Could he defeat Tsunade? Could he defeat Kiri?
Or would he be able to knock Rias down with one slap? Face off against Academy City's Level 5? Or go up against Song Hana, a professional gamer but actually a special forces veteran?
Not to mention Robin, still a virgin despite all her years at sea, and the legendary female fighter Mai Shiranui.
That Mai Shiranui was unlike the previous one—a radiant, heroic woman of legend!
"Hahaha! So you really have thoughts about it?"
"Of course."
Ryuji took another drink, only to realize it was already empty. Siusha had handed him a bottle of pure grape juice, unfermented.
Kiri, on the other hand, simply had a glass of milk.
"You two have had enough."
The tavern owner offered a timely reminder. Naturally, neither Kiri nor Ryuji objected—they had indeed reached their limits. Drinking more would truly affect their judgment.
"I actually don't like drinking either, but in the lawless zone, only drinking could make me believe tomorrow would be better."
Kiri sighed, raising her milk.
"Life was hard already—gang fights, poor harvests, taxes left and right, and the Ghent people looked down on us… all that's fine, but the problem is, the Ghent themselves think the lawless zone should be like this."
Kiri drew a deep breath.
"Do you know, Ryuji, what my first thought was, when I saw the power that world gave me?"
"What?"
"To take enough money and resources back home and develop the lawless zone. I didn't intend to build a faction—I hate those gang people, and that wouldn't be good anyway. But if I could fix the roads, solve water issues, then even if people in the lawless zone couldn't live a Ghent-style high life, they wouldn't starve anymore."
Her tone was tinged with sighs.
In the lawless zone, the fundamental problem remained:
It was too barren.
Water was scarce, land infertile, industry nonexistent, and yet they were looked down on by the Ghent… but they still needed things from Ghent.
This caused deep resentment. The Ghent and the lawless zone people were officially part of the same country, yet had long-standing mutual hostility.
And the Ghent often fought among themselves, with the elders stirring trouble.
At that time, Kiri's real goal was simple: together with her partners, build the hometown's basic infrastructure, fix roads, ensure water availability, and prevent people from dying just to survive. Yet in the end, no one survived, and no one really built the hometown.
"Mm, I can see that."
Ryuji wasn't surprised. Kiri's anxious desire to return home was obvious to everyone, and when she unexpectedly ended up in Arad, she was the most eager to find a way back.
"So I was thinking, perhaps this is fate—whether it was my experience in Ghent, or meeting you."
Kiri took another sip of her milk, sighing softly.
"I'm still confused now. What will the future hold? The lawless zone gunslingers don't care about the future because they don't have one. But Ryuji… do you feel like you don't have a future either?"
Ryuji remained silent for a while, understanding Kiri's feelings.
Her comrades were gone, she had been betrayed, and the way home was blocked.
She could do nothing—even when adventurers opened a passage to the Empyrean Realm, they pacified the Kartel rebellion themselves and killed the source of instability, Apostle Anton.
Kiri could do nothing in all this. By the time she received the news, Kartel had already been subdued.
Under such circumstances, she could only remain optimistic and live on in Arad.
After all, she had been an optimistic girl since childhood.
Because…
If you're not optimistic, nothing will change.
"Mm, I've heard you say that women in the Princess Court are rude and beautiful. Have you ever clashed with them?"
Ryuji raised his grape juice and asked.
"That's right. To join the Princess Court, you must be exceptionally beautiful and possess enough merit and ability. In theory, the finest women of the Empyrean Realm are there. Many are children of high officials, or high officials themselves. Many outstanding women in the Empyrean Realm, while holding other positions, are nominally part of the Princess Court… but why do you ask?"
Kiri chuckled lightly. She already knew what Ryuji might say, but she wanted to hear it from him.
"Of course, it's to fuck them senseless, cum at the mouth, and then they'll be grateful to me! After all, when Kartel is in turmoil and I save their country from disaster, it's only natural for them to repay me any way I wish."
Kiri rolled her eyes, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"You really are something, Ryuji! That's exactly the answer I expected! I can't wait to see the scene of you sleeping with the entire Princess Court!"
Ryuji's intention was simple: since Kiri's hometown was oppressed and Kartel did nothing, when he finally had the chance to go to the Empyrean Realm, he would help Kiri destroy Kartel and trample the Ghent in the process, ensuring everyone treated Ghent people equally!
Though Kiri didn't believe Ryuji could do it, sometimes what a girl wants isn't whether you can, but whether you are willing to do it.
Kiri raised her cup again, clinking it with Ryuji's.
"I'll be waiting!"
They drained their drinks. Seeing that Siusha wasn't offering more, they paid and left, arm in arm.
"Wonderful…"
Watching them leave, Siusha rested her chin on her hand, sighing. She envied how Kiri and Ryuji supported each other, unlike her—truly alone.
No, strictly speaking, she wasn't completely alone.
Remembering the girl who had transformed from elf to human, Siusha sipped her red wine.
"Too bad… you're no longer an elf. Human life suits you better."
The image of that girl flashed in her mind. She sighed again.
"Hope you're happy, Seria."
Her heart felt heavy and lonely.
When Ryuji and Kiri stepped out of the tavern, the cold wind cleared their minds a bit. But for Ryuji, there was still one thing to do.
He needed to escort Kiri to her home before leaving. Though he initially came to sleep with her, their night of drinking had already lifted his mood significantly, dampening his sexual urge.
However…
"Drunk and soft now? If you don't come to me tonight, I won't make it easy for you next time."
Kiri grabbed Ryuji's hand, pressing it against her chest.
Today, she had summoned the courage to indulge herself and felt a bit lonely—wanting to be with Ryuji. She wasn't planning to become his wife, but she also wouldn't let anyone else take her.
Maintaining this lovers' relationship with Ryuji was precisely what she wanted.
She didn't care for domestic life. She knew how to make firearms and explosives, but cooking, sewing, or raising children—those were beyond her.
And she wasn't a child. She had no attachment to a home.
She craved adventure and excitement!
Of course…
Kiri looked at Ryuji's face and thought of something.
What if Ryuji and I had a child?
She had no intention of using any contraceptive methods, and Ryuji wasn't the type to ejaculate outside, so she didn't think there would be a situation where they wouldn't end up having a child.
"If we really have a child, then I'll have no choice but to retire from the streets… Damn it, it was supposed to be me first! And what's going on with that Seria and that Sizki?!"
Kiri's mind was in chaos. Today, she had been incredibly bold, and without any hesitation, she threw a straight question at Ryuji.
She knew Ryuji well. This guy, who always tried to balance heart and body, would definitely think she was acting reckless out of sorrow—but in reality…
She was only showing her vulnerability around this fool!
She had deliberately exposed it to Ryuji!
Yet Ryuji's hesitation, born from worrying about her and fearing he couldn't win her heart, made Kiri extremely happy—she was, in fact, very satisfied.
"Uh, but…"
Ryuji's instincts had told him not to rush before, but now, looking at Kiri's face flushed with desire, he couldn't understand why his instincts and intuition were suddenly in conflict. This clearly looked like she was ready.
So why had his instincts and intuition told him just a moment ago that it wasn't the right time?
Had Ryuji's instincts failed him?
Or was a woman's heart really so unpredictable?
"Aren't you supposed to be bold?"
Kiri's voice was a low, teasing murmur as she watched Ryuji's hesitation war with desire. She knew exactly how to push him over the edge—and she also liked his embarrassed look very much. It reminded her of the days when she'd teased with him in the past.
She took his hand, guiding it slowly toward her lower abdomen. With deliberate slowness, she tugged at the waistband of her shorts, letting his fingers slip beneath the fabric and trace the warm skin of her lower abdomen.
Her body was just as he remembered—every curve familiar, every reaction anticipated. Especially the wild, untamed pubic hair between her thighs, a testament to the hunger she so often masked with sly smiles and glances.
Some desires were simply woven into her nature.
The denim of her jeans pressed his fingers tightly against her skin, and he could feel the subtle tremors running through her. Soon, his touch found the hardened clit hidden within that dense pubic hair—already swollen, fever-hot, and slick with proof of her arousal.
"You... already...?" Ryuji's voice was rough with surprise.
"Since when?"
He didn't wait for an answer. Crushing his lips against hers, he drank in the taste of alcohol on her breath—but beneath it, he found the familiar sweetness of milk and the unique flavor that was purely Kiri's.
Their kiss was frantic, hungry—a collision of pent-up need. Ryuji's hand wandered lower, slipping past damp fabric to find her soaked entrance. Her panties was drenched, the curls clinging wetly to his probing fingers.
The jeans had hidden it all—how utterly wet she was.
When he circled her clit, she gasped into his mouth; when he pushed two fingers inside, her hips rolled against his hand, chasing the rhythm he set.
Kiri felt it again—that dizzying surrender, the relief of not having to think, only feel. To let this man take what he wanted, to let him devour her whole.
When they broke apart for air, she slumped against the door, chest heaving, eyes glazed. Yet a smug, knowing smile curled her lips.
However, feeling the movement of his fingers, she still showed a confident and mature smile.
"From the very beginning," she breathed, voice husky with invitation. "Believe me now?"
Her hand found the lock, clicking it open. Ryuji needed no further encouragement—he swept her into his arms, kicked the door shut behind them, and carried her toward the bedroom.
Kiri offered no resistance—none was left in her. The long legs Ryuji had fantasized about for so long wrapped tightly around his waist, locking him against her as he carried her through the dim hallway. Her mouth was restless against his neck—nipping, kissing, leaving faint marks where her teeth grazed his skin.
She needed this. Needed him.
The itch under her skin had become unbearable, a relentless fire demanding to be quenched.
When Ryuji shouldered open her bedroom door, she seized his face and crushed her lips to his, using the momentum of their fall to tumble them both onto the bed. Ryuji met her kiss with equal hunger, but as soon as his hands were free, they went to work on her clothes.
Her denim shorts were unbuttoned and tugged down just enough to expose the damp, tangled curls beneath—glistening with arousal under the low light. Without hesitation, he slid his hand between her thighs, fingers delving in her pussy deeper than before.
This time, he reached the very heart of her—the delicate barrier that stood as a testament to a purity she'd long pretended to disregard.
Kiri shuddered as his touch brushed against that intimate threshold, her hips jerking involuntarily. She buried her face in his neck, biting his earlobe hard enough to make him gasp before growling into his ear:
"Break it. Stop teasing—just fuck me already!"
Her words were raw, impatient, leaving no room for doubt. Ryuji needed no further invitation. He ripped his own shirt off, and Kiri hurriedly untied her kimono-style top, kicked off her boots, and wriggled out of her shorts. But when she reached for her silk evening gloves—elegant remnants of a different life—Ryuji caught her wrist.
Kiri had always worn long trousers in the past, only changing her attire after arriving in 7 Days to Die.But now, her body was almost completely bare, with nothing left to hide behind—except for a pair of silk gloves.
It was those very gloves that stirred something in Ryuji's memory, reminding him of a certain moment he could never quite forget.
"Leave them on."
His voice had gone low, rough around the edges. Something in his expression shifted—hardened.
Kiri's eyes flickered with understanding, then amusement. "Oh? So it's a roleplay night? I'm in."
She gave him a sultry smirk before spreading her legs wide, using both hands to part her pink glistening folds, offering herself to him without shame or hesitation.
"Come on, then."
She'd waited far too long for this—through the chaos of Seven Days to Die world, through the uncertainty of this world. Finally, Ryuji was here, and he was going to give her the answer she craved.
"I'm coming."
Ryuji moved closer, capturing one of her gloved hands and bringing it to his lips. He kissed her knuckles through the delicate silk, then leaned in to claim her mouth, then lowered himself over her, lining his hips with hers.
Their eyes locked—hers fierce with anticipation, his dark with possession.
And then he pushed inside.
His hardened cock met little resistance as it slid into her already drenched pussy. Kiri's tight passage yielded easily, stretched to accommodate him—a testament to how thoroughly aroused she truly was.
A muffled cry of pain escaped into their kiss as he sheathed himself completely. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red trails of blood marks, but she made no move to push him away. Instead, she pulled him closer, urging him deeper—to the most intimate, untouched part of her being.
She kissed him desperately, tangling her tongue with his, using the connection to distract herself from the sharp ache.
Thankfully, Ryuji paused once he reached her deepest point, the tip of his cock nudging against her cervix. He held still, gently stroking her trembling body and continuing to kiss her until the tension in her limbs began to ease.
"It hurts…" Kiri breathed out the moment their lips parted. There was no accusation in her tone—just a raw, honest admission. "Not how I imagined… It really hurts."
"Of course it hurts, idiot," Ryuji murmured, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead. He waited until her trembling subsided before kissing her again, softer this time.
As their kiss deepened, he began to move—slowly at first, then with growing confidence. The alcohol in her system blunted the edge of the pain, and soon, a different sensation took over—a building pleasure that clouded her thoughts.
In just three minutes, Kiri's body tightened around him unexpectedly. Ryuji stilled, surprised. He remembered her being responsive before, but never this quickly—most women needed longer to adjust, especially their first time.
Yet there was no denying the signs: her legs locked around his waist, her inner walls fluttering and clenching rhythmically, trying desperately to draw his release from him.
It was a futile effort. With one deep, deliberate thrust, Ryuji shattered whatever control she had left. Kiri's entire body went limp as a powerful orgasm crashed through her, leaving her breathless and dazed.
Ryuji paused, studying her expression—glazed eyes, parted lips, a face utterly consumed by sensation. He gently cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple as he asked softly:
"You… already finished?"
Kiri, still drifting in the hazy aftermath of her orgasm, blinked slowly before his words fully registered. Then—her face flushed crimson, and her usual confidence fractured into flustered stammering.
But the truth was undeniable: she had climaxed.
In fact, the moment he was fingering her outside the door, she'd been teetering on the edge. If not for the sharp pain of her first time, she would've fallen apart even sooner.
And judging by Ryuji's tone…
She gritted her teeth, pride warring with embarrassment.
"O-of course not! I just… wasn't fully prepared yet!"
Her stubborn denial carried a rare vulnerability, but she was still every bit the fierce Kiri he knew. Ryuji considered her for a moment, then decided to play along.
"Then I'll continue."
"Do it! Show me what you've got!"
She bit down on her lip, bracing herself as Ryuji began moving again.
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Owww~!!! Ahnnnn~!"
"Ahn~! Ryuji! R-Ryuji—!"
"Ahhn~ Ahh~ Ahh~"
Already oversensitive from her first orgasm, every thrust now sent electric shocks through her system. Within minutes, she was biting into his shoulder to muffle her cries—another overwhelming orgasm crashing over her.
But this time, Ryuji didn't stop.
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Owww~!!! Ahnnnn~!"
"Ahhn~ Ahh~ Ahh~"
"Mmnn~Yes!... ahhn~harder!!!!"
The moment he felt her tighten around him, he increased his pace, driving into her relentlessly. Kiri could only gasp, her body surrendering to wave after wave of forced pleasure. Each time she thought she couldn't take more, he pushed her further.
"Ahhhnnnn~!!!!" she moaned lost in the pleasure that was overwhelming her.
"Ahnn~ Ah... ahh~ Ohhhn~ mmmnn~!!!!'
"AHHHHHNNNN~!!!!!!!!"
Haaah*! Haaahh*! Haah*!
By the third orgasm, she could no longer breathe—could no longer tell whether she was alive or dead.
Pleasure had become a tidal wave—each orgasm crashing over her with such intensity that she could no longer distinguish ecstasy from agony. Her body arched like a drawn bowstring, every nerve screaming in rapture as Ryuji's relentless rhythm pushed her past the brink of consciousness.
Is this heaven… or hell?
The thought flickered through her oxygen-deprived mind like a dying ember. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think—could only feel as another climax tore through her, violent and absolute. It was as if her very soul was being wrung out, drop by glorious drop.
Because it was so comfortable, it made her feel like she had arrived in heaven!
But the feeling of suffocation and the continuous orgasms made her feel like she was experiencing the pain of death!
But she simply couldn't stop! and..
He wouldn't stop!
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