Returnee from Another World - Zetro Translation

Chapter 58: The Unreachable Hand

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I was running frantically. A strange unease gripped me.

The email from Kyouka Amasawa contained an unfamiliar address and what seemed like an apartment’s name, along with a brief request to come immediately. I tried calling her to demand an explanation, but no matter how many times it rang, she didn’t pick up—just voicemail.

“What the hell’s going on?” I muttered.

An incomprehensible email sent right after she went silent. It wasn’t her home address, and she hadn’t mentioned moving. Maybe a friend’s place? But calling me to such a location didn’t bode well.

I’d noticed Kyouka acting off lately. She seemed troubled, and there was a dark side to her I didn’t know—a wall that made me hesitate to pry.

With spring breeze brushing past the quiet morning streets, I ran, breathless, checking the address against my phone’s map. It was an unfamiliar area, in the neighboring town’s entertainment district, a place I, as a student, rarely visited.

After an hour of wandering and backtracking, I found the spot. But I froze, stunned. The address led to a rundown love hotel, its sign reading GRANDEROSÉ—the same name I’d mistaken for an apartment.

I double-checked the address repeatedly. It had to be a mistake. Part of me briefly entertained the idea that Kyouka had finally decided to have sex with me and called me here. But that was too convenient a fantasy. Even if she wanted to, summoning me to a love hotel out of the blue didn’t fit her straightforward personality.

“Damn it, still no answer,” I growled.

Kyouka wasn’t responding to calls or my follow-up texts. She wouldn’t pull a prank like this, and she wasn’t around, nor likely inside alone. At a loss, I sent an email confirming I’d arrived.

Surprisingly, a reply came instantly: I’m in Room 203. Come in alone. The door’s unlocked.

My head spun with confusion. I had a bad feeling about what awaited, and the idea of Kyouka calling me to a love hotel was absurd. But I had no choice— I needed to confront her directly. Steeling myself, I entered the hotel, heart pounding.

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“Tch, you’re late as hell. Kept me waiting, asshole,” a voice greeted as I stepped into Room 203.

I froze, stunned by the unexpected figure before me. A man spoke, and in the room were two people—a man and a woman. The woman faced away, her face unclear, but she seemed around my age.

“Hey, Kyouka, your precious Shuu-kun’s finally here,” the man said.

Her name from his lips made my heart lurch.

A pale back and buttocks. Long, tanned limbs. A pink pussy and small anus, fully exposed. The woman was on the bed, her face buried in the man’s crotch, eagerly sucking his cock. He held a video camera, apparently filming a sex tape.

“Huh? Shuu-kun?” the woman said dumbly, lifting her head and turning toward me.

She didn’t pull away from his crotch, her tongue reluctantly licking his cock as she glanced at me.

I recognized her face—no, I knew it intimately.

That husky voice I loved. A cute face despite her slender frame. The dimples I adored most. All were hers, all were what I loved. But who was this woman before me? I shouldn’t know someone like this, someone so like Kyouka…

“Ha, sorry, kid. This chick’s totally hooked on cock now. Can’t get enough of sucking it. Not many girls can resist Akuzawa Hitoshi’s dick, though,” the man sneered.

“I love cock! Wanna suck Shuu-kun’s too,” she said.

“Shut it, idiot. Just keep licking mine. You want this thick cock pounding your pussy deep, right? If you’re so keen on his, I won’t make you feel good anymore,” Akuzawa snapped.

“No! I love getting pounded deep. I want Akuzawa-san’s big cock to fuck me more!” she pleaded.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he smirked.

I couldn’t process their words—or maybe I didn’t want to. I couldn’t accept that the woman gleefully sucking Akuzawa’s cock was my girlfriend, Kyouka. I didn’t understand why this was happening. I couldn’t even tell if what I felt was anger or regret. Admitting how weak I was, how this was reality, terrified me. My brain rejected it.

“Get it now, kid? This is why I had you drag your ass here. Sorry, but give up on this girl,” Akuzawa said.

“It’s a lie…” I whispered.

“A lie? This is reality, dumbass,” he retorted.

“Why’s Shuu-kun here? Yo, Shuu-kun! Wanna fuck too? Wanna pound my pussy? You wanna cum buckets inside me, right?” she chirped.

“Tch, she’s too far gone to get it. Alright, Kyouka, spread your legs. I’ll give you the good stuff,” Akuzawa ordered.

“What? The good stuff? You gonna rub the medicine on? I love the medicine! Hurry, hurry! I wanna feel good with my clit!” she begged.

“Turn that way. Let’s make you scream while your precious Shuu-kun watches,” he said.

Akuzawa scooped a clear liquid from a dish on the bedside table and smeared it on Kyouka’s crotch. It was obviously some kind of drug, with suspicious pills and items scattered nearby.

“So good! It’s amazing! My pussy’s gonna cum!” Kyouka moaned.

After Akuzawa’s thick fingers applied the substance, Kyouka began fingering herself frantically. Leaning against him, her pussy gushed clear fluid. Lost in masturbation, her pleasure-twisted face didn’t even register me.

“How’s that, Kyouka? Want my cock yet?” Akuzawa asked.

“Yeah, yeah! I want it! I want Akuzawa-san’s cock!” she cried.

“Then say goodbye to your dear Shuu-kun properly. That’s how it works,” he said.

“I’ll do anything! Just give me your cock! Put it in my pussy!” she begged.

“Then put it in yourself. Make sure Shuu-kun sees,” Akuzawa ordered.

Kyouka eagerly straddled him, her pink pussy swallowing his filthy cock with wet sounds.

“She resists and cries when she’s sober, but damn, she’s a pain in the ass. Once she sees this video, she’ll give up,” Akuzawa said.

My heart pounded violently. How did this happen? Where did Kyouka and I go wrong? My thoughts blurred, my head spinning.

But one thing was clear: the emotion consuming me was hatred and murderous intent toward Akuzawa. I noticed my fists clenched so tightly they hurt.

Yet, the moment I saw a single tear fall from the eyes of the Kyouka-like woman writhing in pleasure, I turned and fled from the room.