Returnee from Another World - Zetro Translation

Chapter 53 – The Second Memory

“Wasn’t it good?” Yukari asked.

Despite Shoko being right there, Yukari asked such a shameless question. Probably because I’d suddenly stopped moving. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good—I was close to climaxing. If that memory hadn’t surfaced, I would’ve finished without issue.

But I couldn’t say I was caught up in past visions. I’d started to think it might be okay to tell Yukari some things. She wouldn’t do anything to harm me, judging by the current situation. The bond we shared, forged in that world beyond human understanding, felt more reliable than, say, the gratitude Sayaka feels toward me. Even if imperfect, a Lesser Vampire like Yukari wouldn’t betray me. Still, I saw no point in telling her unnecessary details and chose to dodge the question.

“No, it’s not that. Just lost in thought,” I said.

“About kids? You don’t need to feel responsible. No need to acknowledge any child. Just cum inside as you please,” Yukari said.

“No, it’s not that…” I replied.

Right, Yukari had a tendency to jump to conclusions and charge forward once she decided something. But she wasn’t completely inflexible—if she noticed I genuinely disliked something, she’d back off easily.

After her bike accident, even though she wasn’t incapable of sex, she’d urged me to sleep with Shoko. Shoko agreeing to that wasn’t much different from the current situation. Back then, I refused to sleep with Shoko, feeling it would betray Yukari. But the memory was fragmented, and I couldn’t recall if we ended up having sex. Not all my memories had returned, so it’s possible I did sleep with her later.

Either way, I couldn’t shake the sense of fate repeating itself as I unknowingly retraced past actions.

“Well, do what you want, Sienna. I thought guys were all about cumming inside,” Yukari said.

“I want a baby,” Shoko added.

“Then beg Master harder, Shoko. I’m not forcing him anymore,” Yukari said.

As Yukari spoke, Shoko leaned back against her, her hips moving as if urging my seed. Watching them, I started feeling foolish for clinging to this world’s morals. Or was that even the issue? I’m the one who made Yukari and Shoko like this. For a villain like me to hesitate over something like kids was illogical, especially when they said I didn’t need to take responsibility. Just cum inside and be done with it. Yet, I couldn’t figure out why I was hesitating.

No—

Maybe it’s the force of fate. What if I’m unconsciously following the emotions of my past self, who refused to sleep with Shoko? Yukari’s leg injury and meeting Sayaka felt like repeats of past events, albeit in slightly different forms. It’s likely I’m unintentionally redoing things. But I had no leads on Ayano. At least, we didn’t have this kind of relationship back then. I couldn’t believe I’m meticulously repeating every past action. With Ayano, it might be memory loss or just an exception—I couldn’t tell.

I’d vaguely sensed this before. I wasn’t certain until now, but repeatedly reliving past events made it undeniable. This force of fate seemed to work in my favor, which was fine, but being manipulated by someone or something irked me. Plus, there were other issues.

“Sorry to ask, but what’s Shoko-san’s job?” I said.

“What? Now?” Yukari replied.

“No, just… if she gets pregnant, won’t it affect her work?” I asked.

“Oh, that. It’s fine. Shoko works part-time at a convenience store. You know the one a bit south of the station in the next town? That’s it. Even if she can’t work for a bit, I’ll take care of her,” Yukari said.

No mistake—it matched the memory I just recalled. Shoko helped me at that convenience store’s parking lot when Sakaki and his group were bullying me. That’s how we met. Yukari’s brother, Higuchi Nobuo, was there, and word reached Yukari. That’s what happened in the past.

But something’s off. I had no memory of being bullied by Sakaki’s group. The reason for the bullying was supposedly because, in my second year of high school, I tried to help Ayano against them, which wasn’t like me. But I abandoned Ayano, so the memory doesn’t add up.

Could I have already relived my life once? That’s the only explanation for these inconsistencies. Having two conflicting memories suggests exactly that. And maybe not just once. I wasn’t that popular, yet having ties with Ayano, Sayaka, Kyouka, Yukari, and Shoko feels off. If I’ve relived my life multiple times, it’s less strange.

But in a world where the Time-Travel Elixir shouldn’t exist, how could I relive my life?

“Master…” Shoko’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

Her arms reached out as if seeking help, wrapping around my neck. She thrust her hips up, taking my cock deep into her pussy, refusing to let go. I gazed down at her silently, gave up overthinking, and started moving my hips.

No point dwelling on it. Everything that’s happened to me has been like this. Ignoring my instincts might not be bad. It could go wrong, but things will happen as they will. Plus, my semen might not even get women pregnant.

“Alright, I’ll do as you wish,” I said.

“Ah, Master! I love you… I love your cock. Make my pussy feel even better,” Shoko moaned.

I thrust hard, aiming to release fully inside Shoko’s vagina. Her moans filled the room, and behind her, Yukari’s enraptured face looked as if she were the one having sex.

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“This is amazing. I look like a different person in the mirror, and my voice sounds totally different. It’s weird hearing someone else’s voice when I’m the one talking,” Yukari said.

“That’s the effect of the Shapeshifter Mask. By the way, you still feel our connection, right?” I asked.

“Yeah, exactly the same as before. Is that a problem?” Yukari replied.

“No, it’s fine if it’s unchanged,” I said.

After finishing with Shoko at Yukari’s apartment, we went to a Chinese restaurant in a nearby bustling area for dinner. Yukari had planned to cook, and we didn’t need to send Shoko home alone, but I wanted to test something.

I’d decided to shelve the issue of conflicting memories. It was important, but no amount of thinking would yield answers. The memories of how or why I’m reliving my life seemed completely erased from my mind. Without recalling even a fragment, pondering it felt pointless.

So, I’d tackle other issues first. One was that staying in Sienna’s mask while with Yukari long-term wasn’t practical. My eyes turning red when excited and Sienna’s striking beauty, which could charm others, drew too much attention. I chose James Masuda’s mask initially because it was somewhat Japanese and unremarkable. Sienna’s mysterious aura suited dealing with Nishikuse and others, but I realized too late it wasn’t ideal for going out.

Still, removing Sienna’s mask risked weakening my bond with Yukari. In that world, Lesser Vampires I’d turned felt some discomfort when I changed masks, though they still obeyed. I didn’t expect major issues with Yukari, but it was a concern.

“Gina, right?” Yukari asked.

“Yeah, Gina Melfissa. The name doesn’t matter much,” I said.

Yukari kept checking her face on her phone, asking about the mask. I’d revealed my ability to disguise as James Masuda, deciding that keeping only my true identity as Kaburaki Shuu secret would let me handle any issues. I also let Yukari try a Shapeshifter Mask. The only female mask I had was Gina Melfissa, a guild receptionist who tried to trap me with adventurers in that world. Her looks were useful, so I’d made the mask. A blonde, blue-eyed beauty, she was noticeable but less enchanting than Sienna. Her slightly Asian features could pass with an excuse about mixed heritage. It was the only female mask I had, though I suspected I could make one from a dead person’s face in this world. The alchemy slime in my cultivation tank was growing normally, suggesting alchemy worked here—a promising sign.

As I thought about this, I noticed the restaurant getting noisy.

“Noisy, huh? Looks like some shady types are at the back,” Yukari said.

I’d already noticed. Through the partition, I saw several figures who looked like they were in the underworld.