Returnee from Another World - Chapter 11: Metamorphosis

Chapter 11: Metamorphosis

The curtain of night was falling over the park.

From the darkness, a group of about six people emerged.

They were here to ruin the sweet moment Kyouka and I were sharing.

I recognized their faces.

Two girls.

Ayano, and, if I remembered right, Shiori, a friend of hers.

The guys were Sakaki, Tominaga, and two others.

Tominaga was in my and Kyouka’s class, a guy who acted tough at school. But mixed in with Sakaki’s crew, he didn’t seem so bold. I’d noticed before how his bravado vanished around them, like a borrowed cat. Not quite a lackey, but the type who’s strong against the weak and weak against the strong.

The other two I vaguely recognized by face, but I didn’t know their names.

“Hey, isn’t that Kaburaki and Amasawa? What’re you two doing in a place like this?”

Tominaga approached with a sleazy grin.

To me, his face was the kind I wanted nothing to do with. It was the exact same expression I’d seen on countless scum in that world.

Sakaki and the others followed, their faces twisted with vulgar amusement, like they’d found a fun new toy.

Only Ayano looked unenthused.

It’d been about a week since the incident at my house, and I’d gotten the sense she was avoiding me. She hadn’t said anything directly, so it wasn’t like she’d caught on to anything. Besides, we were in different classes, so we didn’t cross paths often.

“Just heading home.”

“Oh, really? Could’ve sworn I saw you two hugging earlier. My eyes playing tricks?”

“Maybe. Either way, it’s none of your business.”

“Wow, big talk. Acting cool in front of your girl, Kaburaki? That’s gonna get you hurt.”

“I’m not trying to act cool. Let’s go, Kyouka.”

I took Kyouka’s hand, ready to leave.

But Tominaga moved to block us again.

“Hold on, don’t be like that. We’re classmates, right? Let’s be friendly.”

I sighed.

What a pain.

Tominaga’s aura was dark with black.

Two kinds of black—one clearly 【Hostility】.

The other wasn’t 【Disgust】 but likely 【Jealousy】. No surprise there. It was a familiar sight.

He had a thing for Kyouka. Seeing us together, his aura wasn’t unique—plenty of guys reacted the same way.

The other guys’ auras showed green (【Joy】) or pink (【Desire】) more prominently. Tominaga’s black aura stood out, menacing in my eyes.

“Let’s catch up in class sometime.”

“Don’t be like that. Why don’t you head home? Leave Amasawa with us. Trust me, it’s better than getting hurt. We’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

A filthy smirk spread across Tominaga’s face.

I wanted to punch him. The old me would’ve done it without hesitation. But I’d decided to live peacefully in this world—at least on the surface. I couldn’t act as recklessly as I did before.

As I tried to calm myself, a girl’s voice cut in from the side.

“Hey, Kenji, cut it out. That’s not cool.”

Surprisingly, it was Ayano.

“What’s that, Ayano? Sticking up for your childhood friend?”

“It’s not about that. Threatening a weak-looking guy to get to a girl? That’s just pathetic.”

“What’d you say?!”

Ayano and Tominaga started arguing nearby.

Tominaga probably didn’t intend to actually force anything with Kyouka—just wanted to scare me into running off like a coward. But Ayano didn’t see it that way. I was shocked she’d step in to help, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Taking advantage of their argument, I shielded Kyouka and slipped past Tominaga. We started to leave the park.

Honestly, I was this close to throwing a punch.

I was confident I could handle them easily, even now.

But it wasn’t the time.

Kyouka was here. Not because I was worried about her safety—I could protect her without issue.

The problem was my feelings. I didn’t want Kyouka to see the violent, savage side of me.

And one more thing.

The slender arm I held behind me was trembling faintly.

“Hey, what’s her name? There’s a cute girl like that in Tominaga’s class? Introduce me!”

“Ah!”

A jolt came from behind, and I turned.

Sakaki was forcibly grabbing Kyouka’s other arm, the one I wasn’t holding.

“I won’t do anything to your boyfriend. Just chill, yeah? Let’s swap contact info.”

My blood boiled.

My mind surged with rage. A single emotion deep within me overwhelmed everything.

She’s mine.

Don’t touch her with your filthy hands.

The anger was immense, dark as the ocean’s depths.

“Let go.”

I pulled Kyouka close, grabbing Sakaki’s wrist.

Hostility.

No, something closer to murderous intent.

The emotion swelled unconsciously, exposing the ferocity I’d wanted to hide from Kyouka.

“Easy, man. No need to get mad. She can choose for herself—ow, OW, OWWW!”

A sound rang out.

A familiar one to me.

The crack, crack, crack of human bones breaking.

It was Sakaki’s wrist snapping—and my fingers breaking too. I’d gripped so hard I didn’t notice my own bones giving way.

Sakaki let go of Kyouka’s arm, collapsing to his knees.

The others, stunned by his screams, just stood there, dumbfounded.

I pulled Kyouka’s hand, silently leaving the park. No one called after us, only Sakaki’s faint groans echoing in the night.

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Her slender fingers moved in circles.

They made wet, obscene sounds, accompanied by heavy, ragged breathing from somewhere.

She was so absorbed in masturbating, she didn’t even realize the moans were her own.

Her body wouldn’t stop burning, and just recalling earlier made hot fluid drip from between her legs. Her clitoris was hypersensitive; a light touch felt like her body might explode.

But she didn’t want to climax yet. Savoring the delicate edge of pleasure, she replayed the scene in her mind.

Shuu’s face when he got truly angry. It was seared into Ayano’s mind, inescapable.

Even now, thinking about it made her heart race.

Not because it was cool or anything. She was simply aroused by it.

The others had been in a panic, saying Sakaki’s wrist was broken and needed a hospital, but Ayano didn’t care.

Some of the guys debated chasing Shuu, but they prioritized getting Sakaki to the emergency room. Ayano parted ways with them, heading straight home.

She couldn’t stop herself from wanting to masturbate.

It was the same feeling as a week ago. Happiness, and overwhelming pleasure.

Just being near Shuu, she’d felt her groin grow wet.

(Ohhh, it feels so good. More, more…)

Lying on her bed, her body trembled two, three times.

Her foggy mind vaguely registered that she’d climaxed.

But she noticed her pink nipples, still hard and yearning under her unhooked bra. Lifting her ample breast with her right hand, she began teasing the tip with her tongue.

She licked with her long tongue, nibbled gently with her teeth, and sucked with her plump lips.

Her left hand naturally drifted to her groin, where wet sounds emanated. Her vagina was meltingly slick, white fluid dripping down her thighs, soaking her sheets.

Despite a deep climax, her lust showed no signs of subsiding.

(A cock… I want Shuu’s cock.)

Ayano suddenly realized she was thinking this.

It wasn’t that she’d fallen for him. But for some reason, she felt an intense urge to be penetrated, to have her insides stirred.

A week ago, she’d suspected she’d been drugged.

But she quickly realized that was impossible. At Shuu’s house, she’d only had sushi, pudding, and tea. She’d seen him pour the tea directly from a kettle.

The pudding was from her, and there was no time for him to tamper with the sushi.

Besides, her visit was unexpected for Shuu. She considered he might’ve prepared something in advance, but she couldn’t imagine the serious Shuu doing that.

But…

By now, the cause of her state was half-irrelevant to Ayano.

More than that, she felt disappointment after masturbating at home that day. The loss of that blissful sensation, the happiest she’d ever felt. No matter how much she masturbated afterward, it wasn’t the same.

That fleeting feeling had stirred slightly when she saw Shuu earlier.

Even if Shuu had done something, it no longer mattered. Deep down, she wished he’d do more—so much that the thought alone soaked her.

There was still a part of her ringing alarm bells. But that pleasure was so intense, so perfect, it blew those warnings away.

(Is he back home yet? Shuu. That was definitely a date, right?)

Ayano knew of Kyouka Amasawa.

She was cute enough that, despite being in a different class, Ayano knew her name and face. She was surprised Sakaki, a notorious womanizer, didn’t know her.

Knowing this didn’t particularly hurt her.

It’s fine—she hadn’t fallen for Shuu. This wasn’t love. For some reason, her female instincts were drawn to him as a male, she decided.

With that settled in her mind, Ayano decided to shower and thoroughly clean herself before heading to Shuu’s house.