Returnee from Another World - Zetro Translation

Chapter 68: A Faint Sense of Guilt

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“Aaah! It feels so good, Master! Please… cum inside me!” Sayaka Hojo cried out.

I slammed my hips against Sayaka’s reddened buttocks from behind. Her model-like figure, hardly believable for a mother, and her stunning beauty—rare enough to have made her a celebrity if she’d wanted—drove me wild. She thrust her hips high, begging for my semen in her womb. The angel wings on her back warped as she climaxed just before me, and I matched her timing, unloading inside her with pulsing spurts.

After recording everything at Akuzawa’s apartment, I’d met Sayaka after her shift, and we were now entwined in a hotel room.

“Aaah! It’s filling me up deep inside. Your precious seed, Master… Haa, haa… I love you,” she gasped.

Lately, Sayaka had been craving more vanilla sex. While we still did it doggy-style like now, she preferred face-to-face positions, clinging to me like a lover, savoring intimate moments. Her kinks hadn’t changed—she still enjoyed SM play—but her love for me seemed to outweigh mere pleasure. She desperately wanted to conceive my child, even though I’d made it clear I wouldn’t acknowledge it. She didn’t care. Back in that world, I never worried about such things, so feeling responsible now seemed absurd.

I hadn’t told Sayaka what I saw at Akuzawa’s place. I was too caught up in my own thoughts. I was certain that saving Kyouka Amasawa had led to Satou Yuuki’s mother taking her place. The same went for Shiori being targeted by Sakaki’s crew. If I felt morally responsible for every ripple, I’d never change anything. Yet, claiming I felt nothing would be a lie. I thought I’d discarded my conscience long ago, but pushing misfortune onto strangers still gnawed at me.

The bigger issue was that the hidden footage I’d taken might not hold up as evidence. Sure, it showed drugs, but that alone was too weak to prove a crime. Hidden recordings had little legal weight, especially anonymous ones. The police would need a warrant for a search, which was unlikely.

Still, as a yakuza, Akuzawa could face questioning. If Satou’s mother spoke up about being held captive, he might get arrested. That’s what I’d hoped, but the footage showed her acting willing, not coerced. I’d underestimated how thoroughly Akuzawa had broken her.

Was it the sex and drugs that had nearly corrupted her mind and body? Even after the handcuffs came off, she’d willingly straddled Akuzawa’s cock, moving her hips eagerly. That wouldn’t count as captivity. His smooth-talking afterward was masterful—pretending to be a concerned outsider, offering to help while steering her toward compliance. He was likely posing as an ally in her search for accident witnesses, planning to bury the truth.

Sending the footage might be pointless if she didn’t claim victimhood. Sayaka, sensing my hesitation, didn’t press me. She knew I’d tailed Akuzawa and likely guessed it hadn’t gone well.

“Haa, haa… Master? Did I not satisfy you?” she asked.

“Hm? No, you were great. Why ask?” I said.

“Sorry, it just felt like it,” she said.

“Just thinking about something. Aren’t you going to ask about Satou’s mother?” I said.

“No. If you haven’t said anything, it’s probably too late. I’m sorry for troubling you,” she said.

“You’re right. I should tell you. She’s being held by Akuzawa, and there’s evidence of drug use,” I said.

“As expected. Was it a job from Assemblyman Kusunoki?” she asked.

Sayaka didn’t ask how I got the info. She blindly believed in Agufis’s miracles since I saved her daughter, Kaede Hojo, accepting my strange powers without question.

“Probably. The mother’s investigation into the accident must’ve been a real nuisance,” I said.

“So her claims are true, and the accident was caused by Kusunoki Kenjirou’s negligence?” she said.

“Yeah, that’s the only explanation. They’re covering it up to protect the brother or Seichirou’s reputation,” I said.

“Can’t we save her somehow?” she asked.

“Why do you care so much? You weren’t close to her, were you?” I said.

“No… Sorry, forget I said that,” she replied.

Sayaka rarely made selfish demands, but she seemed oddly fixated on Satou’s mother. Maybe she felt guilty for saving only her daughter from a similar fate. Some sympathy was natural, but she clearly understood she was burdening me. Her conflicted feelings hit me hard.

“I could sneak her out from Akuzawa’s place, but she seemed completely under his spell. She might not listen to us,” I said.

“No way…” she said.

“Her grief over her kid left her vulnerable. Akuzawa exploited that,” I said.

“I see. If that’s the case, maybe there’s no helping it,” she said.

“Don’t jump to conclusions. It’s not hopeless,” I said.

“But I don’t want to trouble you further, Master…” she said.

“It’s fine. I’m already involved. Letting her rot feels wrong. She could face a grim fate otherwise,” I said.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Even if sex and drugs make her forget the accident, if that fails, Akuzawa might resort to harsher measures,” I said.

“Like forcing her?” she asked.

“Can’t rule it out. If she’s too defiant, he might decide it’s easier to get rid of her,” I said.

“Would he really go that far?” she asked.

“I don’t know. But it’s not beyond him,” I said.

I wasn’t scaring Sayaka for my own sake. I genuinely saw it as a possibility. A mother’s hatred for losing her child wouldn’t fade, even if her body succumbed.

“Can I ask what you’re planning?” she said.

“I’ll get her out and temporarily place her with Nishikuse Eishin,” I said.

“Nishikuse Eishin? The Gospel Love Church?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’ll have someone else handle the extraction to keep us in the clear,” I said.

“But…” she hesitated.

“I know. I told you they’re frauds. But you were fooled by them too, right? They’re good at manipulating people. Satou’s mother needs something to cling to. The church might help her regain her senses,” I said.

I didn’t believe she’d recover. If her drug dependency was severe, I’d consider dosing her with Aphrodisiac. It’d just swap her reliance from Akuzawa to Nishikuse. But the church would hide her, keeping James Masuda and Sayaka out of suspicion. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I was trying to save her or control her.

The only thing I knew was that I felt a faint guilt about her—a feeling unlike me. Hesitating to use her to frame Akuzawa was out of character.

“So Nishikuse and his people will do what you say?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’ve got recordings of Nishikuse and Higashikawa Keibun talking about using church funds for cabaret clubs and eyeing underage female followers. If that leaks to the media, their thousand-strong cult would be in trouble,” I said.

“I see…” she said.

“Worried about Nishikuse? It’s better than leaving her with Akuzawa,” I said.

“I understand. If you think it’s best, Master, then it is,” she said.

“It’ll take time. I need to talk to Nishikuse first,” I said.

“Yes,” she replied.

I still had to deal with Kyouka’s mother, Mizuki Amasawa. That’d come first.

I thought I’d shed guilt long ago. I wasn’t that soft. What I was doing to Mizuki was downright cruel. But my cruelty toward someone versus someone else’s cruelty carried different weight. I was desperately searching for an excuse, convincing myself there was another reason for wanting to save Satou’s mother.