Returnee from Another World - Chapter 64: The Woman Who Cannot Refuse

Chapter 64: The Woman Who Cannot Refuse

If the father’s a mess, so is the mother.

As I watched Mizuki Amasawa swallow the Warrabbit Ovaries, that thought crossed my mind.

Of course, Mizuki wasn’t entirely to blame. Logically, Katsuji Amasawa, the father, was the real culprit, and Mizuki, like Kyouka, was a victim. Faced with an 8-million-yen debt and little hope of repayment, Mizuki’s willingness to sacrifice herself to protect her daughter was undeniably maternal. Her decision to work in the sex trade likely came from discussions with her husband. While many married women work in the industry behind their husbands’ backs, it’s not unheard of for it to be with their consent.

But Mizuki’s acceptance was too quick, too easy. Even now, she should’ve resisted more, yet she agreed to my proposal almost effortlessly. You could chalk it up to her personality, but that very trait likely contributed to Kyouka falling prey to Akuzawa Hitoshi. If Mizuki had been more resolute, she could’ve intervened before things spiraled. To truly save Kyouka, I’d have to make Mizuki completely obedient to me.

Or maybe that’s just an excuse. I could justify what I’m about to do with all sorts of reasons, but deep down, maybe I just want to have her. Did I even need a noble justification? I wasn’t saving Kyouka out of pure kindness or love—she was mine. Denying that was pointless. I’m just a selfish bastard, plain and simple.

“I’ve taken it…” Mizuki said.

The Warrabbit Ovaries should take effect quickly. Soon, Mizuki would lose control over her rising lust, a state that would last one to two hours. Unlike Aphrodisiac, its physical dependency was milder. While it caused constant arousal after the effect wore off, it wasn’t debilitating—nobles in that world used it for beauty purposes. It was manageable, unlike the overwhelming craving of Aphrodisiac. Still, during its effect, both induced intense pleasure, and Warrabbit Ovaries could still foster sexual dependency, embedding the ecstasy of sex in her mind, making her crave cock.

“Let’s start with your mouth. But just sucking me off won’t cut it. After that, I’ll finish inside your pussy,” I said.

Her aura showed [Resignation] in gray and [Shame] in purple, with faint traces of [Excitement] in red and [Lust] in pink. But there was little [Anger] or [Disgust]—emotions you’d expect in this situation. Confirming her aura, I rose from the sofa and sat beside her. Mizuki flinched at my movement but didn’t try to flee.

I unbuckled my belt, stripped off my pants and underwear, exposing myself. Mizuki averted her eyes, but her aura showed no [Disgust], just a deeper [Shame]. With a face so like Kyouka’s and a mature, alluring body, she’d likely had her share of men before Katsuji, even if she hadn’t cheated. Seeing another man’s cock shouldn’t faze her much.

“How long are you going to sit there? Don’t you have a part-time job this afternoon?” I said.

At that, Mizuki turned to face me. Finally resolved, she hesitantly touched my half-erect cock. As expected of a married woman, her touch was skilled, and my cock quickly swelled. Her aura shifted toward [Lust]’s pink. Whether it was the Warrabbit Ovaries or her recognition of the cock that would soon penetrate her, I couldn’t tell. But I didn’t miss the [Excitement]’s red flaring as she swallowed hard.

“I’ll take off your top. That’s fine, right?” I said.

“N-no, I’ll do it myself…” she replied.

“Then hurry up. We’re about to have sex—don’t you want to set the mood? Or are you embarrassed about your sagging body?” I said, deliberately cruel.

I thought Mizuki’s easy compliance was a problem. Years of marriage to Katsuji might’ve dulled her resistance, making obedience second nature. If so, blaming her felt unfair, but Kyouka’s suffering was real. My harsh words even sparked flecks of [Excitement]’s red in her aura, making me wonder if she had a masochistic streak.

Her submissive nature seemed the root of the issue. Even if I separated her from Katsuji, she’d likely fall for another bad man. The solution was simple: make her dependent on James Masuda instead. That James Masuda was just another bad man was undeniable.

“That’s not…” Mizuki began.

“If you don’t want to, we can stop. Your daughter can take your place. Shouldn’t you be doing everything to please me right now?” I said.

“No, it’s not that… I’m sorry, I’ll undress,” she said, apologizing as she began removing her clothes.

Her underwear revealed a fuller figure than I expected, with no hint of sagging. Her large, elongated breasts, so like Kyouka’s, strained against her bra, her nipples visibly hard even through the fabric.

“For now, keep the underwear on and suck me,” I said.

“Yes…” she replied.

I reached out, gently pushing her back to guide her toward my crotch. Hesitantly, she licked my cock, then slowly took it into her mouth. As a pleasant sensation spread through me, I reached for her large breasts, despite the awkward position.

“Ahh! N-not there…” Mizuki gasped, her body jolting as I groped her breasts through her bra, a protest-like cry escaping her.

“These lewd, massive breasts are too sensitive to touch?” I taunted.

“N-no, that’s not…” she stammered.

“Oh? With your nipples this hard, I thought you wanted me to touch them. Forgive me, but aren’t you just a frustrated housewife?” I said.

“Frustrated… No, that’s not true,” she protested.

“Then there’s no issue. You can handle me groping your breasts while you suck, right?” I said.

“Ugh…” she faltered, unable to respond, and resumed sucking, her head bobbing as she took my cock deeper with wet, intense slurps.

Had she suddenly gotten eager to finish quickly? The Warrabbit Ovaries’ effect was clearly kicking in. Despite her denials, her aura’s [Lust] pink and [Excitement] red overwhelmed other colors. Her body trembled with every graze of my hand near her nipples, betraying her sensitivity. She was likely confused by her body’s uncontrollable reactions.

“Be honest. Don’t you want me to handle your breasts more roughly?” I said.

“N-no, that’s… not true,” she gasped.

“You look like you’re enjoying it. All I see is a frustrated housewife with a body craving more. Has your husband not been satisfying you lately?” I pressed.

“T-that’s irrelevant… I’m not feeling good,” she insisted, gasping.

“Really? Then your pussy’s not wet at all?” I said, sliding my hand toward her buttocks and slipping it under her underwear.

Mizuki tried to pull away, but with her face buried in my crotch, she couldn’t move much. My hand easily reached her pussy, unobstructed.

“Hmm, your pussy’s soaking wet, yet you say otherwise,” I said.

“Ah, ah, ah! N-no, not there! Please, don’t touch there!” she pleaded.

“We’ll get there eventually. It feels good, doesn’t it? Just sucking my cock got you this wet,” I said.

“Ahhh! Ah, ah, ah! No, I’ll cum if you touch me now! Please, just wait—ah, ah, ah!” she cried.

“Go ahead and cum. With a body this lewd, you can cum plenty more. It’s for Kyouka’s sake, after all,” I said.

“N-no, I can’t! Ah, I’m cumming! My pussy’s cumming! Ah, ah, ah… AHHHHHH!” she screamed.

She couldn’t keep sucking. Releasing my cock, Mizuki collapsed onto my lap, her hips shaking violently as she convulsed in orgasm. Her frantic movements, like a woman riding a man in cowgirl position, looked like a desperate attempt to escape the relentless pleasure.

Her reaction to a mere touch was, of course, due to the Warrabbit Ovaries. She was likely experiencing pleasure unlike anything before. But the terrifying part wasn’t just that. The Warrabbit Ovaries’ true horror was the insatiable lust it sparked during its effect, a cycle of endless pleasure. By subjecting Mizuki to this, I aimed to make her utterly submissive.