Nojiko took a deep breath. Even just these caresses and nibbles were sending waves of pleasure through her—undeniable proof of his skill.
But that realization only made her more nervous.
The more experienced he is… the more women he's been with.
"Then… you should be ready too, right?"
Feeling Nami's still-clumsy tongue teasing him, hw exhaled sharply and released Nojiko's chest. Instead, his fingers trailed lower, brushing over the spot he'd just bitten.
The already-sensitive area flared with fresh pain—and something more. Nojiko gasped but steadied herself, then nodded firmly.
She was prepared.
Ryuji smirked. His other hand found her trembling clit, stroking the dampened blue curls below. Nojiko's thighs trembled of their own accord—her untouched body reacting violently to even these preliminary touches. The slick evidence of her arousal glistened across blue curls as her entrance fluttered helplessly.
His fingertips pressed against her entrance, feeling the feverish heat, the swollen pinkness, the quivering—all telltale signs of a body on the brink.
Too easy.
Unpracticed. Unprepared.
Nojiko's inexperience was obvious. Just these simple touches had her teetering on the edge.
Women reached climax so easily—whether from teasing their nipples or that little bud between their legs. So Ryuji, ever the devil, didn't give her what she craved.
Instead, he coated his fingers in her slickness and slipped one inside, circling the thin barrier of her innocence.
Nojiko jolted. The foreign stretch forced her to cling to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he kneaded her plush butt, delivering sharp, stinging slaps between gropes.
Nearby, Nami froze mid-suck, her tongue going slack as she stared at her sister's twitching, clenching folds—
—Right before Ryuji pinched Nojiko's swollen clit.
"Ahn~?!"
Nojiko's back arched violently. A wordless wail tore from her throat as her vision whited out. Her walls convulsed, squirting iridescent droplets straight onto Nami's stunned face.
"Perfect timing," Ryuji chuckled, pulling his glistening dick from Nami's mouth with an obscene pop. The connecting strand of saliva snapped as he positioned himself at Nojiko's wrecked entrance.
"W-wait—!" Nojiko begged through ragged breaths, her oversensitive body recoiling at the impending invasion. "Not yet—I need—"
Her pleas meant nothing.
Ryuji sheathed himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Nojiko's scream fractured into breathless whimpers as her body split open on that monstrous girth. The pain—oh gods the pain—but beneath it swirled something darker, something that made her womb clench around the violation.
Blood and nectar mixed where they joined as Ryuji stood, lifting her effortlessly.
Nojiko's legs shook uncontrollably as he lifted her, impaling her fully despite her weak protests. She knew she needed to recover, but—
"Gentleness isn't in the cards tonight."
Each step toward the bed jostled his embedded dick, sending fresh spasms through Nojiko's shattered nerves. By the time her back hit the mattress, her eyes had rolled back—only the death grip on Nami's anchoring hand proving she hadn't fainted.
She was doomed.
Her hazy eyes searched for Nami, a silent plea for rescue—
—Then Ryuji moved.
"Nnnaa~! Ah~! Aahn~!"
Nami watched horrified yet fascinated as Ryuji established a punishing rhythm. The wet squelching noises alone made her cheeks burn—how could any woman produce that much lubrication? Each withdrawal created obscene vacuum sounds, like a sailor pumping bilge water from a flooded hold.
Her sister's broken moans twisted between agony and ecstasy, a duality Nami couldn't comprehend. She'd only ever serviced Ryuji orally—an unpleasant chore she'd assumed all sex to be.
Nojiko's cries dissolved into mindless babble as he pistoned into her, every thrust sending her higher. Nami watched, torn between concern and fascination, until—
"That's… the same way Robin sounded..."
A memory surfaced: Robin and Rouge's knowing smiles when she'd asked if it hurt.
"It feels like heaven."
She herself had never experienced such sensations before—having only used her mouth on Ryuji, unlike Nojiko who was being thoroughly taken by him. She couldn't comprehend why something so uncomfortable in the mouth could feel pleasurable elsewhere.
Though she had some theoretical knowledge, the lack of firsthand experience left her apprehensive. Yet, seeing her older sister in such a state of disarray, she couldn't help but step forward and grasp Nojiko's hand.
The fear in her wide eyes was palpable as she clutched Nami's hand like a drowning sailor grasping driftwood. Ryuji, meanwhile, was discovering the secrets of Nojiko's body with each relentless thrust.
Tightness was a given—as a virgin, Nojiko naturally possessed this trait. But like Robin, she was astonishingly wet. What had started as manageable now felt like operating an old-fashioned water pump—every thrust drew out even more fluid, creating an intense vacuum effect.
Each time he pulled back, he could feel the liquid sloshing against him—each withdrawal created a lewd vacuum, her inner walls clinging desperately before releasing with an audible pop.
Though her body appeared lean due to poor nutrition, the potential of her inner folds was extraordinary.
Her inner walls were like the layered ridges of a seashell—no, more like a sea anemone, each ridge and contour massaging him with increasing desperation.
And the most exquisite part? Likely due to malnutrition, every time Ryuji withdrew, her womb would descend slightly from the suction, clinging tightly to him until it could no longer stretch, then snapping back into place!
As a result, with each of his thrusts, Nojiko's lower abdomen visibly rippled.
"Truly marvelous…"
Ryuji continued his movements, but spotting Nami's worried expression, a mischievous grin crossed his face. He pulled Nami onto the bed, positioning her atop Nojiko's trembling form.
However, he had no intention of breaking his own rule—one girl per day.
Instead, he slowly tugged down Nami's shorts—nearly identical to Nojiko's—revealing her untouched pussy.
Unlike Robin and Nojiko, Nami's was completely bare, pristine. Yet, despite her inexperience, droplets of arousal glistened there.
Instinct—unrelated to knowledge.
Ryuji chuckled, effortlessly pinning Nojiko in place with one hand—his superhuman physique on full display—while the other pushed Nami down, pressing her chest against Nojiko's face, burying her sister's nose and mouth between her breasts. Nojiko's muffled moans took on a frantic edge—oxygen deprivation heightening every sensation.
Then, Ryuji parted Nami's virgin petals, exposing the soft pink hidden beneath.
"So lovely."
Leaning down, he continued thrusting into Nojiko while his lips and tongue explored Nami's untouched folds with deliberate slowness, savoring her clean, citrus-tinged flavor. Each flick against her virginal entrance drew shuddering gasps, her thighs trembling against his shoulders.
Fair's fair—she'd kissed him there plenty of times.
Meanwhile, Nojiko—now deprived of air under Nami's weight—began convulsing, her limbs flailing.
Ryuji, thoroughly aroused, decided not to hold back any longer. As Nojiko's body tensed to its limit, he released inside her.
This really was pushing it for a first-timer.
The moment he came, Nojiko's body spasmed violently, and Nami—unable to suppress her own climax—let out a sharp cry as she collapsed to the side, her own release splashing onto both Ryuji and Nojiko's faces.
Nojiko, however, was beyond caring—her eyes rolled back as she gasped for air, her body limp even as Ryuji withdrew, leaving her to spill his cum onto the sheets.
"Hmm… maybe that was too much."
Seeing Nojiko's limp form, Ryuji abandoned his initial plan of having Nami clean up the mess. Instead, crimson flames flickered to life in his palm, enveloping Nojiko's body.
She screamed—but only for a moment. The searing pain quickly gave way to warmth and comfort.
His essence turned to ash within her, her torn maidenhood restored, her overstimulated nerves and strained muscles reset to peak condition. Had it not been for her exhaustion—both physical and mental—she could've gone another round immediately.
But Ryuji didn't push further. After cleansing her body, he simply pulled both sisters close and drifted off to sleep.
Warm, fragrant, and soft—despite their slightly prominent ribs—it was pure bliss.
The Next Morning
When he awoke, Nami and Nojiko were already up. Yawning, he dressed and stepped out—only to find Robin lounging with a book, leisurely peeling an orange.
"You seemed to have quite the night," she remarked without looking up.
"Naturally."
Ryuji nodded. Nojiko's body, while not legendary compared to the Dragon Queen, but it was undeniably satisfying—especially for a mortal.
Robin smirked. "Then I'll have to be careful not to be replaced. Men do tire of the old so quickly."
Ryuji didn't dignify that with words. Instead, he unbuckled his belt and strode toward her.
"Wait—they're right outside—"
Robin's eyes widened in alarm as she realized her teasing had backfired. She instinctively raised her foot to push against Ryuji's chest—a half-hearted attempt at best—but his hand effortlessly caught her ankle, freezing her in place.
Through the window, she could see Nami and Nojiko working in the orange grove, their tasks nearly finished.
"You're all mine," Ryuji growled, his grip tightening slightly. "What does it matter if I take you now?"
Despite his words, he released her leg, allowing Robin to exhale in relief. The last thing she wanted was to be bedridden until afternoon this early in the day.
Though her stamina was above average, it paled in comparison to his seemingly limitless endurance. Worse still was his recovery speed—whereas she needed rest, he appeared immune to fatigue.
But the true cruelty lay in his flame-healing.
While it left her body perfectly restored—healthier than ever, in fact—it came with a brutal catch:
Every. Single. Time.
Her virginity reforged itself—only to be shattered again the moment they reunited.
She knew all too well that a woman's vagina would naturally loosen over time with use—but strangely, because of Ryuji, hers had become even tighter. As if… it had been strengthened through training.
It was baffling. And because of this, although her experience had certainly increased, her endurance hadn't. She was still easily overwhelmed by Ryuji.
"Alright, alright! My bad."
Seeing that he didn't retaliate, Robin quickly backed down, no longer daring to provoke him.
There were other kinds of teasing Ryuji reacted to adorably—but when it came to this...
She ended up being the one devoured.
With a soft chuckle, Ryuji left the house. He gave a casual good morning to the blushing Nojiko and Nami, then headed out for his morning training.
Though his regimen wasn't as insane as it had been in the Calm Belt—back when he was relying on Roger's strength—Ryuji still pushed himself hard enough to work up a good sweat.
By the time he returned to Nami's house, breakfast was just being served.
He washed up at the well, scrubbing away the sweat, then sat at the table.
The English-style breakfast wasn't exactly to his liking. Nojiko and Nami were decent cooks, but they were nowhere near the level of Erina—or even himself, frankly.
After all, when it came to culinary skills, Shokugeki no Soma's standards were in another league entirely. Maybe only someone like Sanji, who clearly wandered in from a different narrative, could compete with those chefs.
That said, the ingredients in this world were something else entirely.
Perhaps because they were infused with natural energy, every bite seemed richer, more flavorful. Even simple oranges—untouched by pesticides or fertilizers—tasted better than the high-grade, specially cultivated ones from the Food Wars world.
They didn't have any strange effects. They were just… delicious.
As he ate, Ryuji checked his dimensional travel interface. He still didn't have enough energy—just a bit under the 20,000 required—to travel to Arad. But hopping between the Food Wars world and here was no problem at all.
"Let's test how much power it takes to return to the exact point I left."
He tapped the screen.
[To return to the moment you left: Cost – 1 World Power.]
Then he tried Arad.
[To return to one month after your departure: 5 World Power.]
[To return to the exact moment of departure: 10 World Power.]
Clearly, the Arad world was more demanding.
That made sense. Different worlds, different levels of resistance.
"No need to rush back to Arad for now. Might as well visit the Food Wars world first… and I don't need to go back to the exact second I left."
It had only been a few days since he last visited. No need to waste precious World Power.
So far, only Seria could steadily provide energy points—and even then, he was almost certain she was transforming power drawn from his other-world auras.
He was sure of it.
After their first encounter, the system level from 7 Days to Die had dropped by half.
Once breakfast was done, Ryuji noticed the way Nami and Nojiko glanced at him—hesitant, thoughtful. Clearly, they had something to say.
So he spoke first.
"I can give Bell-mère twenty years of life. Do you want to revive her now, or wait and do it somewhere else?"
Reviving someone wasn't a trivial act. He could always vanish if needed—but Nami and Robin couldn't just run.
"Well…"
Nami and Nojiko had obviously considered this deeply. They knew Bell-mère's personality all too well. After a pause, they came to a decision.
"Not yet," Nojiko said at last, her tone conflicted.
The villagers here could be trusted. And since Bell-mère's death had never been publicly reported outside, they could easily say the revived Bell-mère was just a relative who looked a lot like her.
But…
Too many people had died at Arlong's hands. If only Bell-mère came back...
It might spark more trouble than joy.