Returnee from Another World - Chapter 20: The True Nature of the Woman

Chapter 20: The True Nature of the Woman

From the moment Sayaka first met him, she felt something like fate.

In her line of work, she’d seen all kinds of men.

Some gave her a vague sense of possibility, but none ever felt certain.

A man who could truly fulfill Sayaka.

Such a person was rare.

Even her recent ex, who loved and treated her kindly, left her wanting.

She had no real complaints about him. He tried hard to please her, and she knew it. But there was always an insurmountable wall of compatibility. She’d experienced this countless times, understanding it wasn’t a mistake.

Yet she couldn’t help comparing them.

To her first lover, who taught her what it meant to be a woman. When asked if there was love, she couldn’t nod easily.

Her body, awakened to feminine pleasure, couldn’t forget that long-dead lover.

When the shop’s owner brought him in as a guest, she noticed him immediately.

His vibe reminded her of her old lover.

Not his face—she found his face more her type.

The decisive moment was when Akuzawa visited, and she caught a glimpse of his expression.

That dark, deep abyss in his face stuck with her. To her, it couldn’t possibly be a misunderstanding.

She trusted her ability to read a man’s eyes. Beyond that, only being with him would confirm it.

Maybe her standards were too high.

But this time felt different.

A man who could satisfy her desires.

A cold, merciless man with no hesitation or compassion. She instinctively knew he’d be her new master.

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“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re drinking pretty fast.”

“Sorry. It’s been a while since I had good liquor. But I’m totally fine. You’re quite a drinker yourself, aren’t you, Jay-san?”

“Well, I don’t get drunk easily.”

The cheat keeps me sober, but I’ve always had a decent tolerance.

Trained by my old bosses in my salaryman days, I never blacked out. Not an alcoholic, though.

“Then we could at least be good drinking buddies. Anything more is up to you, Jay-san.”

Matching Sayaka’s pace, I ended up drinking quite a bit while sampling various liquors.

I set my glass down and turned to face her.

Under her coat, she wore a shirt dress and a black cardigan.

A far cry from her flashy dress earlier, it was understated yet elegant, suiting her perfectly. She could pass for an office worker heading home.

Her makeup was lighter than expected, her profile almost too perfect. Despite my unabashed stare, she maintained a gentle expression, only flashing a seductive smile.

One problem, though.

Her massive chest seemed ready to burst from her shirt, and I couldn’t look away. Definitely bigger than Ayano’s. Sayaka’s curvaceous figure was well-balanced, a picture of perfect proportions.

“Hmm. A beautiful woman like you must have plenty of suitors. Surely you get better offers than me. So why me? I don’t get it.”

“Well, in my line of work, those offers aren’t rare. But it’s no good. They have to match my tastes and personality. My standards for a partner might be a bit different.”

“And I meet them?”

“Yes, probably… no, definitely.”

She didn’t seem to be lying.

Her emotions were usually steady, so my ability wasn’t much help.

Her words hinted at something, but it depended on interpretation.

If taken at face value, I had something that captivated her—beyond just money.

I didn’t know what.

“Don’t you think I might have a loving wife?”

“Oh, do you? But that’s no obstacle. I’m a woman of the trade—I know how to draw lines. If I’m just a convenient woman to you, I don’t mind.”

“I see. I should believe you?”

“You’re quite cautious. I suppose it’s natural when a woman’s this forward. But once you see this body, I’m sure you’ll understand.”

“No, no, I can already tell from your clothes that your figure’s stunning.”

“Don’t you want to see what’s underneath? Try me once. If I’m mistaken, we can forget this ever happened.”

I’d planned on it from the start.

I just wanted to check for any ulterior motives first. But that yielded little, and more talk wouldn’t reveal much.

Maybe I should take her up on it.

“Excuse me, the bill.”

I stood, paid, and we left the shop silently.

Sayaka leaned into me, clinging softly.

I placed my hand on her soft waist, and we walked toward the pink neon lights.

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In the love hotel, Sayaka stood before me on the bed, starting to remove her coat.

When a man and woman enter a love hotel, there’s only one thing to do. But such a convenient setup made me suspicious.

A woman falling for me at first sight, wanting to be my mistress? Too good to be true.

“I’ll warn you, you might see something unsightly.”

Her words gave me a hunch.

Given our interactions, it made sense.

I’d considered the possibility. If true, it explained things.

But that would mean Sayaka saw through my true nature. I’d been denying that.

I thought I’d kept my mask on perfectly—appearance and demeanor. My attitude was polite, almost overly so, and I’d been careful not to slip.

Her dress fell softly to the floor.

What appeared was exactly as I’d expected.

“A masochist, then?”

“…Yes.”

“So you thought I was a sadist?”

“Am I wrong? If I misjudged, I’m sorry.”

Her body, in just underwear, was covered in whip marks.

A small tattoo peeked out near her pelvis.

The marks avoided overly visible areas, but their extent suggested a seasoned masochist. Yasunaga likely knew and recommended her to me.

The shop might have private changing rooms, so she could’ve hidden them, but still.

I’d dealt with masochistic women in that world. But Sayaka’s intuition wasn’t entirely accurate.

I don’t consider myself a true sadist.

I have some tendencies, but I don’t always find joy in it.

I don’t hesitate to hurt women, but that’s because I’m desensitized.

I treated them like livestock, not people.

If we’re talking about a sadist who enjoys mentally dominating, that’s closer, but still not exact.

Either way, I had no intention of correcting her.

There were plenty of ways to handle it. I had a tool to make masochists fall completely. Experience proved it’d sink them into pleasure.

I couldn’t use it here and now, though.

“Well, who knows. I get why you brought this up.”

“Then…”

Her pink (【Lust】) and yellow (【Expectation】) auras surged.

Her usually stable emotions were now volatile. But it wasn’t from 【Love】—just carnal desire.

“Fine. But you follow my lead. We’ll start slow. If I’m not satisfied, that’s it. Okay?”

“Understood. I’m fine with that.”

“Today’s just a taste. Let’s see how much you can satisfy me with regular sex.”

“Yes, I’ll serve you gladly.”

Sayaka sat beside me in her underwear.

I felt her flushed, enraptured face approaching. Her features were actress-level, with a striking mole near her eye.

Her body was flawless, her skin pale and translucent.

Some might find her scars ugly. I didn’t think them beautiful.

But they didn’t ruin her perfect beauty either.

A slick sensation touched my lips.

Not just a kiss, but a caress with lips and tongue.

Not for her pleasure, but to please me. Her tongue glided softly, moving from my lips to my ears and neck.

I leaned back, letting her continue.

While caressing, she started undressing me, so I moved to help.

Buttons came undone one by one, my shirt slipped off, and my belt was smoothly removed. Her actions were practiced, routine.

“You work out? And this—so vigorous, like a twenty-year-old’s body. I’m impressed.”

She touched my penis, asking.

I figured she’d notice, but she seemed more admiring than suspicious.

I’m not exactly muscular, so there was some flattery.

“I do take care of my health.”

“So the diabetes thing was a lie?”

“Well, yes. I didn’t want you to worry, so I politely declined.”

“I see. But to have such a fine thing. May I serve you with my mouth?”

“Go ahead.”

While gently stroking my cock with her right hand, Sayaka opened her mouth wide, moving sensually as if savoring it.

Her expression was seductive, brimming with the joy of a masochist allowed to serve.

From my face to my neck, neck to chest.

Slowly, so slowly.

Her head moved downward, licking every inch as if exploring, toward my groin. I just surrendered to the pleasure.

But.

Midway, I noticed. Another tattoo, hidden under her shoulder blade.

The moment I saw it—

It overlapped perfectly with a memory of a sake-loving woman.