Returnee from Another World - Chapter 41: Unwelcome Visitor

Chapter 41: Unwelcome Visitor

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“Come on, tighten your pussy by clenching your ass harder. It’s hard to tell who’s serving whom here. Work to milk every last drop of semen.”

“S-Sorry… It feels too good. I’m… I’m gonna cum again! Ohhh, it’s too much, Founder’s cock is too much! Ah, ah, ah, no! I’m cumming, cumming, CUMMING! Haa, haa… My pussy’s been spasming nonstop, I can’t control it. Ah, it’s coming again… I’m cumming! Ah, ah, ah, NO! This cock’s too much! I can’t resist it. I’ll die, it feels too good, I’m gonna die! Ah, ah, ah… AHHHHHHH!!!”

Nishikuse Eishin thrust his hips upward with a final, forceful slam.

As if on cue, the woman let out a scream-like cry and collapsed onto Nishikuse’s body, limp.

Her youthful, voluptuous frame leaned against Nishikuse’s middle-aged, bloated figure, almost like a parent and child embracing.

Exhausted, she still seemed to revel in exquisite pleasure.

Her hips twitched occasionally, her face beaming with blissful satisfaction—a clear sign of the aphrodisiac’s effect.

Nishikuse’s expression, however, mixed post-ejaculation contentment with a hint of disdain for the woman.

Even five minutes after sex, she clung to him, her lower body still convulsing, but Nishikuse remained unfazed, sipping from a nearby wine glass while still inside her.

Her addiction to sex with Nishikuse was undeniable.

The way she lovingly licked his cock was meticulous, like a professional, and her gaze toward him burned with passion.

Her attitude, as if making love to a cherished partner, confirmed the aphrodisiac’s potency. Its effects alone were satisfactory.

But Nishikuse used the aphrodisiac differently than I’d intended.

Before sex, he’d dripped a few drops onto the condom’s tip.

I hadn’t anticipated that method.

If I’d thought harder, I might’ve considered it, but in the other world, where condoms don’t exist, mixing it into drinks was standard. With Ayano, raw sex was the norm, so condoms never crossed my mind.

In that world, alchemical contraceptives and STD treatments exist. In rural areas, people don’t bother with contraception, with a “if you get pregnant, just give birth” mentality.

Living there so long, the concept of condoms slipped my mind entirely.

The result was clear.

Unknowingly, she absorbed the aphrodisiac through her vaginal walls, likely causing the illusion that Nishikuse’s cock was extraordinary.

I only cared about testing the aphrodisiac’s effect on this world’s people, so how Nishikuse used it didn’t bother me.

After about ten more minutes, she recovered enough to move, kissing Nishikuse’s neck like a doting lover.

In response, Nishikuse began moving his hips again, still inside her post-ejaculation, suggesting he’d mixed aphrodisiac into the wine. Continuing sex risked the condom slipping off, meaning he wasn’t using it for contraception.

Watching secretly, a new issue surfaced in my mind.

The aphrodisiac was too potent.

For normal use, it’s fine—she showed no unhealthy signs. But using it as part of the parasitic slime’s material could strain a woman’s body.

Unlike male ejaculation, female orgasms don’t spike blood pressure, so death during sex is unlikely, but it’s still physically taxing.

If the parasitic slime secreted the same compounds constantly, it could gradually weaken the host.

I considered cutting the dose by half, or even a third.

But reducing it risks weakening the effect and increasing alchemical failure. I’d need to supplement with another substance.

Incubus bodily fluid came to mind first, but there’s another option.

Warrabbit ovaries.

They have effects similar to the aphrodisiac—not inducing pleasure or climax like incubus fluid or orc semen, but stimulating female libido and sexual impulses.

Warrabbits, female monsters notorious for intense lust, likely produce high levels of estrogen-like hormones—I’m guessing, based on my time back here.

Their fearsome trait is their indiscriminate sexual attacks on humans or monsters. Their appearance, far from human tastes, deters most, except those with niche fetishes.

Yet, their ovaries are valuable, prized by high-class women for enhancing skin and hair luster, despite the side effect of constant arousal. In that desire-driven world, no one cared.

This insight was enough. Using warrabbit ovaries directly seemed risky, but it was a useful finding.

As I prepared to leave the temple, an internal phone rang, stopping me.

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“As I’ve said repeatedly, Miki-san joined our church of her own will. I understand your concern as her friend, but even we, as guides, cannot disregard a believer’s faith.”

“That’s not it! I’m just saying bring Miki here. You’re Higashikawa, right? If this Gospel whatever church claims it’s clean, there’s no issue, right? What’s there to hide?”

“You’re quite stubborn, young lady. Miki-san herself said she doesn’t want to meet you. You’re both grown women—shouldn’t you respect her wishes?”

“Sure, I’ll respect her wishes once I hear them directly. Until then, I’m not budging.”

“Sigh, I’m at a loss. You just don’t get it. Fine. Takagi, fetch the Founder and Miki-san to the main hall’s guest room.”

“Yes, Assistant Bishop.”

Catching the gist of the phone conversation, I left Nishikuse and headed to the guest room by the main hall, eavesdropping from the corridor outside, separated by a sliding door.

Unlike the temple, the main hall was pure Japanese-style architecture.

It likely saw many believers during the day, with lax security.

Timing my move as Takagi left, I slipped into the guest room as the sliding door lingered open, entering unnoticed despite his brief suspicion.

Inside, I saw Higashikawa facing a woman on luxurious sofas.

“If you heard our teachings, you’d understand God’s greatness. Why not listen to a sermon?”

“Hmph. I don’t believe in gods, nor do I care to rely on one.”

“I see. That’s not uncommon. Miki-san was like that at first. Most people doubt God’s existence—it’s normal. We’re not forcing belief. But the world is full of suffering: illness, injury, accidents…”

“What’re you getting at?”

“God’s mercy doesn’t reach everyone equally. No matter how much God offers salvation, it’s meaningless if the call isn’t heard—”

“Enough. I’m not interested in your nonsense.”

Higashikawa’s greed in recruiting believers even now was surprising, but what shocked me more was the woman.

Long black hair, sharp features, and long, alluring legs.

She wore a denim skirt today, but her jacket had the usual dragon embroidery.

No mistake—Higuchi Yukari, Nobuo’s sister.

This reunion with Yukari felt too contrived, almost suspicious.

First Sayaka, then that pretty boy Tsuzuki, now Yukari.

Why do I keep running into people at places I go, as if they knew I’d be there?

It’s too strange to be coincidence.

Is some kind of fate forcing these connections?

Or is the karmic force I fear causing this?

If so, I must’ve met Yukari and Tsuzuki in the past, besides Sayaka…

“Excuse me. I’ve brought the Founder and Miki-san.”

A voice from the corridor announced their arrival.

They entered the guest room. Though they’d tried to hide signs of their tryst, Miki looked exhausted, her steps unsteady—likely still under the aphrodisiac’s influence.

I worried if bringing her here in this state was wise. Higashikawa’s brief, startled expression suggested he hadn’t expected Nishikuse to be having sex at this hour.

Ignoring the concern, Nishikuse sat heavily beside Higashikawa, bowing deeply to Yukari with his usual mild demeanor. But I caught a fleeting glint of lust in his eyes.

“A pleasure to meet you. I’m Nishikuse Eishin, the Grand Bishop of this church.”