Returnee from Another World - Chapter 17: Nightmare

Chapter 17: Nightmare

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“At times, it may seem like mere wordplay or imitation. Yet, meaning resides even there. Your desires, too, shall take true form.”

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Shuu’s profile twisted in distress as he slept beside her.

Ayano watched, unsure what to do.

He was likely having a bad dream. She wanted to wake him gently, but he’d told her last night: if they slept together, never wake him until he rose on his own, as he hated having his sleep disturbed.

With that clear instruction, all she could do was watch his pained expression.

They’d become lovers yesterday, and his words carried weight. Even if it was for his sake, she couldn’t easily go against them. Still, after last night, she couldn’t help worrying about him.

Shuu had said everything was settled, but Ayano doubted Shintaro and Kenji would give in so easily.

He showed no signs of injury.

But he’d returned close to 2 a.m., falling asleep before she could ask details. She’d clung to him and slept, only to wake early to his distressed murmurs.

She was relieved he’d returned safely.

Yet, his sullen expression upon coming back lingered in her mind.

Ayano was worried.

He’d gone to settle things, but what if he’d been intimidated by Sakaki’s group and was hiding it?

She decided to ask subtly later, but not too much—Shuu would hate that. She didn’t want to do anything he disliked.

She loved him, but wasn’t sure he loved her as much. She understood their relationship was uneven.

Careful not to wake him, she slipped out of bed and went downstairs.

Wearing only her underwear and Shuu’s borrowed sweatshirt, her lower half was nearly bare, making her miss the warmth of the blankets.

She grabbed two bottles of tea from the fridge and returned to Shuu’s room.

They hadn’t done anything before sleeping.

Ayano had dressed provocatively hoping for it, but Shuu had gone straight to bed. Though disappointed, just sleeping beside him made her happy.

Without her worries, she’d be filled with unbelievable joy.

She never imagined she’d love Shuu this much.

She knew his physical pleasure played a role, but it wasn’t just that.

She’d never disliked him.

They’d been close enough to visit each other’s homes until middle school. Realizing her disinterest was a misunderstanding, her feelings had tipped overwhelmingly.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

Returning, she saw Shuu sitting up, stretching.

“Nah, just woke up.”

“Good. Here.”

She handed him a tea bottle and slipped back into bed beside him. Feeling his warmth, she didn’t want to leave.

She wrapped her legs around his thigh, pressing her face to his chest. Their closeness let her feel something hard against her thigh.

(Oh, it’s hard. Morning wood?)

Her hand slid into his sweatpants, touching him over his underwear.

At first, her fingers brushed lightly, but grew bolder, slipping inside. Her slender fingers gripped his hot penis, stroking slowly.

“Shuu, you’re hard.”

“Well, yeah, morning wood plus that kind of stimulation.”

“Hey, can I suck it?”

“What, first thing in the morning? I haven’t even let you do that yet.”

Part curiosity, part desire to cheer him up, and part perverse urge to serve him drove her.

It all culminated in her craving to give him a blowjob.

“It’s so swollen, it looks pitiful. Can’t I?”

“Not saying no. I want a shower anyway, so let’s move to the bathroom. Knowing you, you’ll get so into it you’ll soak the sheets. Cumming while gushing piss and whatever feels amazing, right?”

“You don’t have to say it so bluntly…”

“You show off your tits and pussy without a care, but that embarrasses you? After making that dumb, blissed-out face while pissing yourself?”

His words sent shivers through her.

She wondered if she might be a masochist, aroused by his humiliation.

She saw a sadistic glint in his face, like he enjoyed tormenting her.

“Meanie…”

“Hate me for it?”

“No… I love it. I love when you’re mean to me.”

His face lowered, their lips meeting briefly.

That alone made her dizzy, her mind foggy. She felt she’d forgive anything with just one kiss.

The kiss filled her with happiness, never enough no matter how many times they shared it.

“The sheets’ll get dirty soon anyway. Let’s go downstairs.”

“Okay.”

She followed him to the first floor.

She felt no resistance to him seeing her naked—she wanted him to look closer.

In the cramped changing area, they kissed like lovers, playfully undressing each other.

Checking subtly, she saw no bruises on Shuu’s body. No signs of being hit by Sakaki’s group.

Maybe it really was just a talk, she thought, slightly relieved.

“I’ll wash you.”

Tying her hair up, Ayano entered the bathroom, lathering Shuu with body soap as he sat, using a sponge and her fingers, rinsing with the shower nozzle.

His erection persisted. Her soapy fingers reached it, stroking as if urging him to release.

“Hey, are you washing me, touching my dick, or kissing me? Pick one.”

“I want to do all of them.”

“Fine, but if you keep stroking, I’ll cum.”

“Already?”

“Yeah, I won’t last long like that.”

“Then I’ll clean it and finish with my mouth.”

She rinsed his groin, knelt between his legs, and took him into her mouth.

With a slurp, her plump lips enveloped him, swallowing over half. Her head began bobbing.

Her movements were monotonous, betraying her inexperience, yet she took him deep, using her throat in a way that seemed impossible for a first-timer.

Gulp, gulp sounds echoed as her throat gripped him.

“Damn, that feels incredible.”

Most would gag at that depth, especially for a first blowjob. Yet, Ayano felt pleasure in the act.

(I love this. I could get addicted.)

The lewd gulp, gulp sounds filled the bathroom, quickening, mixed with sucking noises.

She was lightly climaxing.

Her fluids dripped onto the tiles, exciting her more.

Pleasure from sucking, shame at cumming from it, and even that shame turning to excitement—she was hooked on the act.

“I’m cumming!!”

As his semen hit her throat, that overwhelming sensation struck.

Immense happiness and pleasure. She wet herself, unaware of the dumb, blissed-out face she wore, just as Shuu had said.

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“Hey, are you really okay?”

“What?”

“About Shintaro and them.”

“I told you it’s settled.”

“But you were thrashing in your sleep. I’m a little worried.”

Thrashing?

I had no memory of it. Maybe a nightmare?

“No clue. Maybe I was having a bad dream.”

“Should I say something to them? You might get mad, but…”

“God, you’re such a worrier. Sakaki’s done. You don’t believe me?”

“No, I believe you! Okay, I won’t mention them again.”

“Good. All you need to think about is me.”

“Yeah. I love you, Shuu.”

We kissed on the bed.

Ayano, straddling me, wore a rapturous expression.

At this rate, I’d spend the day fooling around with her. I had a couple things in my dimensional storage to test, but they weren’t urgent. Later was fine.

I reached for her chest.

Soft, firm, almost slime-like. Was it the slime’s effect, or always like this?

Flicking her hard nipples under the sweatshirt, I thought about trivial things.

She accepted my hands happily, reaching for my groin in return.

“Was I thrashing that much?”

“Yeah, for a while. I debated waking you.”

“Right, I said not to. If it’s like that, you can wake me. I meant don’t wake me for no reason.”

“Okay, I will next time.”

“Did I say anything weird?”

I was worried about blurting out stuff about that world or my cheats.

I could probably brush it off if she heard, though.

“Hmm, you were mumbling, but I couldn’t make it out. Except…”

“Except?”

“Yukina? I think that’s the name. You called it a few times.”

Yukina?

No clue who that was.

“No idea. Maybe I was dreaming about banging some celebrity?”

“Ugh! You should dream about banging me!”

“We do that in reality, don’t we? Or you don’t want to today?”

“No, I want to, lots! Look, you’re getting hard again.”

She stroked faster, showering my face and neck with kisses, her plump lips sucking.

I surrendered to the pleasure, diving back into my memories for any hint of “Yukina.”