Returnee from Another World - Chapter 32: The Black-Haired Woman

Chapter 32: The Black-Haired Woman

“Damn, I’m totally late.”

Checking the clock on the wall right after waking, it was already past 11 a.m.

It wasn’t a holiday—just a regular weekday. Classes had long started.

I play the model student at school, so this was a situation where I’d normally regret screwing up.

But I had woken up once. Or rather, I was woken up.

Probably around 6 a.m.

Yesterday was a weekday too, but a substitute holiday for school, so Ayano was sleeping next to me like it was her rightful place. She’d gotten up to use the bathroom in the early morning, and when she lifted the covers, the biting winter chill woke me.

The traces of last night’s intense sex still lingered as Ayano, naked, clung to me in bed.

I hate having my sleep disturbed, but even I wouldn’t make a fuss over that. But when Ayano noticed I was half-awake, she seized the chance to tease my morning wood.

Thinking back, giving in to lust was my mistake. I came twice in her ass, and the pleasant exhaustion afterward lulled me back to sleep.

Checking my phone, I saw a message from Ayano saying she’d gone to school ahead of me.

In summary, she’d debated waking me but didn’t, apologizing while pouring out her usual love-filled words. I rarely reply unless it’s urgent, yet she tirelessly sends these daily messages. I let her do as she pleases since she doesn’t complain when I ignore her.

There was also a worried message from Kyouka, so I replied that I’d just overslept. The school probably called my house to check on me.

Calling back now wouldn’t undo the tardiness, so I’d just have to admit to oversleeping when I got to school.

“Ayano went to school after that, huh? How’s she so energetic? Is she tougher than me?”

Last night, she gave me a slow, torturous blowjob, and I came once as a “greeting.”

Then, I plunged into her dripping, molten pussy for two more rounds. Three times total.

Each time, she was in ecstasy, barely coming back down, so she must’ve burned a ton of energy.

If I hadn’t fallen asleep, she might’ve kept going.

I’m the one who turned her into this insatiable woman, so I can’t complain. Her begging for anal first thing in the morning was kind of cute. But by the second round, we were already cutting it close.

Did she go to school without showering, still covered in my cum?

With that ridiculous thought, I took a quick shower, changed into my uniform, and hurried to school to avoid an unexcused absence.

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“Hey, got a sec? What year are you?”

Right as I reached the school gate, a stranger—a woman—called out to me.

Her glossy, long black hair framed a striking profile, so beautiful even I did a double-take.

But her black leather pants and dragon-embroidered sukajan jacket—a retro yankee style—were a bit off-putting.

Even if she was gorgeous, I wasn’t inclined to answer such a rude question from a stranger. I tried to walk past without a word, but she stepped in front of me, glaring sharply.

“Hey, don’t ignore me. I’m not gonna eat you. Do you know a second-year named Nobuo Higuchi?”

I looked her up and down, sizing her up.

She was probably mid-20s, like Sayaka.

Tall and slender, her long legs stood out. Even compared to me, who’s fairly tall, her legs seemed just as long.

Having seen Ayano and Sayaka, I wasn’t that impressed, but her sharp nose and strong presence marked her as a rare beauty. Her chest, though, wasn’t particularly large.

Maybe I thought that because Ayano and Sayaka were exceptional.

“Dunno.”

I shook my head slightly, replying curtly, and tried to slip past.

Honestly, she was a hassle, and I genuinely didn’t recall a Nobuo Higuchi.

But as I passed, she grabbed my wrist. I was caught off guard, but her movements were surprisingly quick.

“Wait a sec. What about Shintaro Sakaki? He’s supposed to be famous at school. Maybe you know him?”

The mention of Sakaki jogged my memory.

Come to think of it, one of the four guys at the abandoned factory was called Nobuo, wasn’t he?

“Nope, never heard of him. As you can see, I’m late and in a hurry.”

“You’re lying. Your face just now—you know something. The moment I said his name, you looked like you remembered. Come on, you know them, right? I’m sorry to bother you, but could you pass a message to either one? Tell them Nobuo’s sister, Yukari, is looking for him. Please, I’m begging you.”

“Your brother? Why not just call his phone?”

“That’s the thing—Nobuo, my own brother, won’t give me his contact info.”

“Is that so? Then ask a teacher. The staff room’s to the left as you enter. It’s almost lunch break, so someone should be there.”

“That’s true, but I’ve always been bad with teachers. A cool guy would help a lady in need, right?”

“Ugh, why me? Fine. I might know someone who fits, so I’ll check.”

“Thanks! I owe you. Just tell them their sister, Yukari Higuchi, is waiting by the gate.”

I agreed partly because she was beautiful, sure.

But that wasn’t all.

When Yukari stepped in front of me, I noticed something off about her movements.

She was likely injured, probably her left leg. It was subtle, something most people would miss. That’s why I reluctantly decided to help.

“It might be the wrong person, so don’t get your hopes up. I’m heading to class if it’s a bust. If you don’t hear back, ask a teacher or figure it out.”

“Got it. That’s fine. Thanks, you’re gonna be a great guy someday.”

I made that clear and left.

I wasn’t mistaken about the name, but I had no intention of searching high and low.

Their classroom was at the end of the hall, I think. If they weren’t there, I was done.

They could easily wander off during lunch break. No way I’d scour the school for them.

As I entered the student entrance, the lunch break bell rang. I swapped my shoes for slippers at the lockers and climbed the stairs toward Sakaki’s classroom.