Returnee from Another World - Chapter 38: Ominous Phantoms

Chapter 38: Ominous Phantoms

Could it be that after Kyouka broke up with me, we somehow got back together?

If I’ve lost all memory of such a deep relationship, it would explain things. I know how crazy that sounds, but I lack the confidence to dismiss it outright.

I tried to dredge up any clue from my fragmented memories.

One thing came to mind.

I recalled lingering despair after getting into university, a memory of being at rock bottom until at least high school graduation. That makes it unlikely this déjà vu stems from a forgotten relationship.

Back then, I was so timid I could barely hold hands.

The idea that the old me could’ve progressed that far with Kyouka in just a few days feels impossible.

Even if we did reconnect, it would’ve taken months. Losing such a long stretch of memories—specifically about Kyouka—seems absurd.

In this world, I’ve been with several women over 25 years. In the other world, I lost count of how many I slept with. Thinking I’d lose an entire chunk of memory just because her breasts look familiar is a stretch.

Yet, something shadowy nags at my heart.

“Staring that hard is embarrassing.”

“Sorry, but any high school guy would do the same, right?”

“Boys really love boobs, don’t they? Even though you’ve got your own chest.”

“Nah, comparing them is ridiculous. To have two amazing things like these…”

Recalling the fleeting phantom in my memory, I casually touched Kyouka’s breasts, as if confirming whether the illusion was real. My hand traced their shape naturally.

“Ahh!”

“Whoops, my hand moved on its own.”

“Jeez! I wasn’t expecting you to touch them so suddenly, so I made a weird noise.”

“I said I’d touch them, didn’t I?”

“I know, but… it’s not that touching is bad.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“If you move your hands like that… ahh, it feels too good. If I make lewd noises, don’t get turned off, okay?”

“No way I’d be turned off. If anything, I might get too excited and lose control. But that’s fine, right? You promised to use your mouth.”

“Ahh… I will. That’s not the issue. It’s just… my breasts are more sensitive than I thought.”

Her reactions were obvious.

Her nipples seemed especially sensitive.

Each time my fingers brushed their tips, her body twitched adorably. I’d touched her over clothes before, but direct contact was clearly different.

“Nice to know. So your nipples are your sweet spot, huh?”

“Shuu-kun, you don’t have to say it so bluntly!”

“Boobs, nipples, same difference. Knowing my girlfriend’s sensitive makes me happy.”

“Hm, is that a compliment? I feel like you’re sweet-talking me into doing naughty stuff.”

“Maybe like this?”

I playfully buried my face in her cleavage.

Her skin felt damp with sweat despite the winter, betraying her nervousness. That excitement infected me, making me savor the moment.

For someone like me, who forgot innocent love long ago, it was a dazzling, humanizing moment.

“Ahh, jeez… If I let you keep going, we’ll get sidetracked. I came here to make you feel good, remember?”

“I know. That’s why I’m just touching, not pinning you down.”

“I trust you on that. It’s not doubt—it’s just worry you’ll do a ton of naughty stuff. Wow, it gets this hard?”

Her hand gently rested on my jeans, softly stroking my crotch in return.

Her touch was fresh, unlike Ayano’s or Sayaka’s practiced hands.

It wasn’t the most stimulating, but the thrill of reaching this point with Kyouka filled me with a sense of achievement.

Still, a new worry crept in. Used to Ayano’s deep-throating, could I even finish with Kyouka’s inexperienced technique?

I blurted out a preemptive excuse.

“Just a heads-up—not to brag, but I’m pretty big. If using your mouth is tough, your hand’s fine too.”

“Haha, really? I don’t know what’s ‘normal,’ so ‘big’ doesn’t mean much to me. Guess I’ll see this pride of yours for myself.”

Her teasing words were bravado, I could tell.

Her brief yellow (【Curiosity】) aura shifted to purple (【Embarrassment】) and red (【Nervousness】).

I slowly stripped off my jeans.

Unlike Ayano, who’d eagerly tear off my pants and dive in, Kyouka needed me to take the lead.

“I’m taking it all off.”

With that, I dropped my underwear.

I’ve been with countless women.

Showing my dick doesn’t faze me, but my 17-year-old body reacted strongly. After seeing Kyouka’s bare breasts and her touch over my jeans, what emerged was rock-hard.

“?!”

The moment I stripped, Kyouka let out a choked gasp.

Her reaction screamed inexperience—likely a virgin. That rules out a past breakup caused by another guy.

I never thought she was fickle enough to dump me for someone new after a few months anyway.

But that was the only breakup reason I could imagine.

When she ended things before, I pressed for a reason, but she stayed silent, just apologizing repeatedly.

It’s not like me to dwell.

Even with her gray (【Anguish】) aura bothering me, I could take her easily if I wanted. But something makes me cautious with her, and I don’t fully understand why.

I hate overthinking like this.

Yet, some instinct warns me acting rashly would be bad. To build a deeper bond than before, I need to open her heart gradually.

“Uh… it’s a bit bigger than I imagined?”

“What, scared of my pride and joy?”

“N-No way! I’m totally fine.”

“You’ve been frozen since earlier. Your face looks a little tense.”

She was more nervous now than when she bared herself. To ease her, I started our usual banter.

“That’s your imagination. See, I can stroke it just fine. Oh… it moves.”

“Of course. If it didn’t react at my age, that’d be weird.”

“Huh, really? It’s kinda cute, twitching like that.”

“That means your hand feels good.”

“You’re enjoying this, huh? Like this? Gently gripping and moving up and down?”

“A bit tighter would be better.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah, that’s good.”

“Okay, then I’ll tease it with my mouth too.”

Her nervousness vanished as she leaned over my dick without hesitation.

Touching it seemed to dispel her doubts. She moved quickly.

I felt her tongue lick the tip, then my dick was enveloped in her mouth.

The wet sounds of her sucking filled the air.

Her soft lips gripped me, surpassing my expectations.

My worry about insufficient stimulation compared to Ayano vanished.

It wasn’t Ayano’s intense, semen-draining technique, nor was it skillful. But it was devoted, passionate.

For her first time, trying to use her tongue—probably learned from porn or magazines—was impressive.

While sucking, her hand worked the shaft, occasionally reaching my balls.

I surrendered to this new pleasure, but she suddenly stopped and asked.

“Was that okay? Did it feel good?”

“Yeah, it’s great. Keep going.”

“Good. Should I speed up like this?”

“Yeah, I’m halfway there, so faster toward the end would help.”

“Okay, let it all out.”

Her sucking grew intense.

I hadn’t expected this much from her first time. My excitement surged, and climax came quickly.

A powerful release poured into her mouth.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

“You didn’t have to swallow.”

“Nn… I wanted to. It’s yours.”

“Kyouka…”

“How was it? Did my mouth make you feel good?”

“Really good.”

“Sorry, I want to go all the way, but until exams are over, bear with this… chu.”

Her lips brushed my cheek.

Her hand still gently stroked my dick, now slick with my semen.