Returnee from Another World - Zetro Translation

Chapter 21: The Woman in Memory

“Cute angel wings. When did you get the tattoo?”

The words slipped out.

I didn’t mean anything by it. Seeing a familiar tattoo, I couldn’t help but mention it.

Sayaka, on all fours on the bed, supporting my cock with her hand while slowly licking from the base, paused for a moment.

“It’s embarrassing, but I got it in my teens, youthful folly. Maybe six or seven years ago?”

As I traced the tattoo on her back with my hand, a memory surfaced.

Why had I forgotten until now? It was as if that part of my memory had been cleanly erased, lost to oblivion.

Her name was also Sayaka.

She was probably five or six years younger when I met her, but it’s almost certainly her.

Sayaka was an older woman I fell for when I was just starting out as a salaryman.

It’s coming back bit by bit.

We met, I think, on the way back from drinks with my boss. We stopped at a ramen stall for a late bite. She was sitting there alone, looking lonely.

Instead of eating much ramen, she was downing sake like it was water.

Intrigued by her, I struck up a conversation. Of course, I had ulterior motives—she was strikingly beautiful.

Her high tolerance for alcohol and my face being her type worked in my favor.

We hit it off quickly, got close, and slept together a few times. But in the end, she dumped me abruptly.

Recalling that much, a flood of related memories poured in.

The Sayaka in my memory was indeed covered in scars.

Worse than now, I think. Back then, I had no interest in that kind of thing, so I only indulged in light SM play, mostly sticking to vanilla sex.

Her reactions were so good that I thought she was fully satisfied with me. So when she said at the breakup that my sex didn’t satisfy her, it was a huge shock.

The issue is why I forgot that memory.

I’d felt gaps in my memory before, but they were minor, dismissible.

It’s been sixteen years in my mind, so forgetting bits from when I was seventeen didn’t seem odd.

But this is different.

I met Sayaka as a salaryman, not a teen. Forgetting someone I once loved is hard to believe.

I’d heard amnesia tends to erase recent memories more than distant ones, but to forget everything entirely?

The first thing that came to mind was the time-travel elixir.

Given my experiences, it’s reasonable to think it caused this.

Rewinding time might have damaged parts of my memory.

Memories that should exist could’ve been forcibly overwritten, causing glitches. That explains why some memories are inaccessible. But with a trigger, like now, I can recall them, so they’re not completely gone.

It’s not certain, but it’s plausible.

To think I’d meet Sayaka again in this way.

Fate, maybe?

I’m no believer in destiny, but I feel a strange connection between us. And given the situation, it seems to be working in my favor.

It’s almost like something’s urging me to make her mine.

I placed my hand on Sayaka’s hips, starting to pull down her panties.

Sensing my intent, she lifted her hips.

I reached from behind to her exposed pussy, touching her clit.

I knew a bit about her body. Pressing her clit firmly would drive her wild.

As expected, Sayaka, face buried in my crotch, jolted sharply. It was a strength that’d hurt most women. Her soft moans escaped as I caressed her roughly.

Removing one leg from her panties, she spread her legs to make it easier for me to touch.

I slid my fingers deep into her pussy, scraping the front wall.

Her reaction was intense.

Wriggling, her lower body moved desperately, clearly showing her weak spot. Finding it so quickly, she sucked my cock eagerly, as if overwhelmed.

I rubbed the spot that intensified her green (【Pleasure】) aura.

Her face pulled away from my cock, contorted in agony. Gone was her earlier composure—she seemed to be fighting the pleasure desperately.

“No, not there! I’m gonna come! That’s my weak spot! Ahh, no! I’m coming!!!”

Her hips bucked wildly, as if slamming down.

Her body’s sensitivity was as I remembered. It’s odd to say “as I remembered,” but I knew another Sayaka.

Back then, pleased by her reactions, I didn’t realize she wasn’t truly satisfied. Despite her scars, I treated her like a woman with normal tastes.

Even if I’d understood, she might’ve been too much for the old me.

I put on a condom from the room’s supplies, moved behind her, and entered without warning.

I pounded her relentlessly with intense thrusts.

I still had plenty of stamina.

Her foreplay hadn’t fully escalated before I started.

But more than that, raw sex with Ayano was too good, making this feel slightly lacking.

Sayaka’s pussy wasn’t loose, but Ayano’s was exceptional. Still, this had its own charm—less overwhelming, letting me enjoy it longer.

I slammed into her large hips roughly.

Sayaka gritted her teeth, enduring the onslaught of pleasure, like a woman being forced. It felt primal, animalistic.

Smack, smack, smack.

The sound of hips colliding echoed. Her pussy, fully aroused, writhed around my cock, reduced to a vessel of pleasure.

She’d been climaxing repeatedly in short bursts.

What a responsive woman.

Or maybe her masochistic nature made our physical compatibility perfect. That’s why I mistakenly thought I satisfied her.

I slapped her ass while thrusting hard.

“Hey, tighten your pussy more.”

I stopped moving, commanding her sharply.

I let my raw self out, caught up in the thrill. Rough sex after so long excited me. I judged she didn’t need me to hide my true self.

In fact, this attitude should please her more.

“Y… yes. Sorry.”

“You’re coming alone—don’t you feel bad for me?”

“I do. I’m so sorry, Master. Your cock feels too good; I can’t control my body.”

“No excuses. What did I say? Satisfy me. You’re just enjoying yourself, huh?”

“Yes, you’re right. I’ll try harder to tighten, so please enjoy my pussy fully.”

“Sayaka, get on top and ride me.”

“Understood. I’ll take your cock from above.”

At my words, she removed her bra and straddled me naked as I sat cross-legged.

Her large breasts showed traces of nipple piercings, no longer worn. Years of use left holes that wouldn’t close easily.

Maybe I should try a high-grade Healing Potion.

It should restore a body to its natural state, scars and all. Not as potent as the Poison of Muleduel, but I’d wanted to test it. Sayaka might be a good candidate.

I’d need assurance she wouldn’t blab about it.

Making her mentally and physically dependent on me would be best.

“Your cock feels that good?”

“Yes, Master’s cock is so strong and amazing. It’s been ages since I’ve been fucked by such a hard one.”

Well, dealing with older men would do that.

SM tendencies don’t always awaken young, so her partners were likely older. She mentioned it’d been a while since she had sex. No wonder she’s like this with a youthful cock pounding her.

Clinging to me, she rode desperately. With my cock buried deep in her tight pussy, I finally felt the urge to come.

“I’m coming!!”

“Yes, give it to me!”

I released into the condom.

Almost simultaneously, Sayaka hit a massive climax.

Satisfied, she collapsed onto my chest. As I looked at her face, I recalled our failed past.

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“Master, that was wonderful. How was I? I hope I pleased you even a little.”

“Yeah, not bad.”

A hint of white (【Trust】, 【Acceptance】) appeared in her aura. For her, maybe 【Loyalty】 fits better.

It’s not enough. Kyouka’s still more trustworthy. To truly break her, I’d need that tool.

I took money from my wallet and handed it to her.