Returnee from Another World - Chapter 71: Lies to a Lover

Chapter 71: Lies to a Lover

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To send Akuzawa Hitoshi to prison, I needed Satou Eikae to testify that she was forcibly violated. That meant making her obey me, but even then, it wasn’t guaranteed to lock him up. I had no qualms about using Eikae. I’ve exploited plenty of people for my own gain—playing the saint now would be hypocritical. Yet, for some reason, I felt an unshakable unease. I kept telling myself this was the right move, but something gnawed at me. Not knowing what it was only made the fog in my mind thicker.

If Eikae did testify, Akuzawa would likely claim consent. Her willingly going to his apartment would work against her, and the video of her eagerly servicing his cock would be damning. When I first infiltrated his place, the atmosphere screamed mutual agreement. If Akuzawa had more recordings, Eikae’s case would be even weaker.

How far would her claims hold up? I didn’t think it was impossible, but it looked grim. A drug test now would likely show something in her system, but by the time she was compliant, the drugs might have worn off.

What if I got the believer who witnessed the accident—Ooyama Yoko—to flip her testimony? But Higashikawa Keibun had already falsified her statement to clear Kusunoki Kenjirou for profit. Retracting it now would lack credibility, and even if it worked, connecting it to Akuzawa was a stretch. Kusunoki Seichirou wouldn’t admit to hiring Akuzawa, and Akuzawa wouldn’t snitch on Seichirou—it’d mean admitting his own guilt. Evidence linking them was likely nonexistent. My target was Akuzawa, not Seichirou or Kenjirou. Exposing Kenjirou’s lie wouldn’t serve my purpose.

On my way home from school, I sat on a park bench with Kyouka Amasawa, lost in these thoughts. It wasn’t that I was ignoring her—I was engaged in our conversation, but her aura was heavy with [Anguish]’s gray, as if rejecting my questions.

“What’s wrong? Something bothering you?” I asked.

What a shameless line, considering I knew exactly what troubled her. But fair or not, I had to play the clueless boyfriend.

“It’s… nothing. I’m fine,” Kyouka said.

“No way you’re fine. Anyone can see you’ve been off lately. I’ve been waiting for you to open up,” I said.

Mizuki Amasawa had already told her about paying off the debt by servicing a foreigner, per my orders. I knew how cruel that was for Kyouka. Or maybe it was worse because I knew and was doing it anyway. But the memory of Akuzawa stealing her haunted me. I had to recreate that scenario to ease my fears. Sure, her email might’ve resolved everything, but if not, she could be taken from me without my knowledge. I couldn’t ignore even the slightest chance of that future.

“Shuu-kun…” she said.

“Do I seem that unreliable?” I asked.

“No, not at all,” she said.

“Then can’t you talk to your boyfriend about it?” I said.

“…” she stayed silent.

“Alright, if you really don’t want to talk, that’s fine. I’ve got secrets I haven’t told you either, so I won’t force it,” I said.

I couldn’t bring myself to say I wanted to help her, even as an act. Part of it was performance, but a sliver of it felt like my true feelings.

“What if… just hypothetically?” she started.

“Yeah?” I said.

“Sorry… never mind,” she said.

“Come on, you can’t start and then stop. Now I’m curious,” I said.

I leaned in to look at her face. I didn’t need to see her near-tears expression—I knew what she was about to say.

“Right, it’s natural to be curious. If… if I said I needed to put our relationship on hold for a year, what would you do?” she asked.

“Hm? What’s that about?” I said.

“Just hypothetically…” she said.

“Not because you stopped liking me, but because you had no choice, right?” I said.

“Yeah. No matter what, I’d never stop loving you,” she said.

“I see… It’d suck, but I’d have to accept it,” I said.

“Even if it meant I’d betray you during that time?” she asked.

“Huh? You’d betray me while still loving me?” I said.

“If it ended up that way. Like, if I had to date another guy for a year for some reason…” she said.

[Love]’s pink and [Trust]’s white began to overshadow [Anguish]’s gray. Her words caught me off guard. I expected a vaguer confession, not this blunt honesty. Unlike with Akuzawa, when she’d never opened up despite my probing, this time was different. Our bond was deeper now, no question. Yet here I was, about to betray her. Even I felt a pang of guilt.

“What? Date another guy? How does that even happen? You’re asking me, your boyfriend, to just deal with it?” I said.

“Y-Yeah, you’re right. That’s normal, huh? Forget it, it’s just hypothetical,” she said.

We both fell silent. The conversation had veered unexpectedly. After a pause, I spoke again.

“No, you’re right. I’ve got something to tell you too,” I said.

“What?” she asked.

“I was sleeping with Kato Ayano until pretty recently,” I said.

“What?” she said.

“Not like she was my ex. It started because she was targeted by Sakaki Shintaro’s crew. I helped her out, and it just… happened,” I said.

“Shuu-kun…” she said.

“It continued even after we got close. I kept it from you. I’m sorry,” I said.

I confessed to ease Kyouka’s guilt. Her personality wouldn’t let her brush it off as even, but it might help her come to terms with it. It also gave me a reason to accept her “hypothetical” without suspicion.

“No, you don’t need to apologize,” she said.

“Kyouka…” I said.

“I had a feeling you and Ayano had something going on. I didn’t expect that, though,” she said.

“Sorry. I hid it from you, but after what you said, I don’t think I can just nod and agree,” I said.

“Yeah…” she said.

“But no matter what, my feelings for you won’t change. That’s my answer,” I said.

“Shuu-kun,” she said.

I pulled her into a tight embrace. Even as I did, disgust at my deception welled up. Half of it was genuine, though. My love for her wasn’t a lie, even if it stemmed from possessiveness. We stayed on that bench, holding each other, until the sun set.

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Shoko Oishi’s tight little pussy enveloped my cock. In Yukari Higuchi’s room, I was fucking Shoko from behind, her small frame trembling. On all fours, hands braced, she thrust her hips, greedily chasing pleasure. Her pussy made wet, obscene noises, completely lost in ecstasy.

“Fwaaah! Ah, ah, ah! Amazing! It feels so good! Master’s cock is incredible! Haa, haa… Shoko’s pussy is so happy! I love you, Master! Please, bless Shoko’s womb with your cum! I want your baby so bad! Ah, ah, ah!” she cried.

The bond of Servant Transformation likely fueled this. Bloodlust and sexual pleasure played a role, but right now, her mind was consumed with my cock sliding in and out. Shoko, now a fully submissive pet, radiated [Love]’s pink and [Loyalty]’s white.

“Shoko, didn’t I tell you not to just please yourself? Your pussy’s a hole for pleasing Master’s cock. Get that through your head,” Yukari scolded, clinging to me naked.

While connected to Shoko’s dripping pussy, I fed on Yukari’s blood.

“Ah, ah, ah! Y-Yes, you’re right! Shoko’s pussy is a hole for Master’s cock! Haa, haa… Master, please enjoy Shoko’s pussy to the fullest!” she said.

I didn’t even respond. Being treated like a tool only sparked [Joy]’s green in her. Shoko must’ve always had a masochistic streak.

“Haa… Delicious,” Yukari murmured, licking my blood with a melting sigh.

Her violent impulses lingered, but she’d gained some control. The 4th Generation Shoryu Family was hunting for a foreign woman—obviously, they’d never find her. Yukari had even turned the tables on a lone pursuer, enjoying the chase.

“Sienna, something wrong?” Yukari asked.

“Hm? What do you mean?” I said.

“You’ve seemed off lately,” she said.

“No way,” I said.

“Really? You’re not hung up on that woman, are you?” she said.

“You mean Satou Eikae? That’s how it looks to you?” I said.

“Yeah. It’s not like you’re in love with her, right? If she’s a problem, I could just bite her and be done with it,” she said.

“No, I’m not in love. But I do feel like I’m missing something about her,” I said.

“You’re overthinking it, Sienna,” she said.

“Maybe. So what should I do?” I said.

“Get rid of the problem. From what I’ve heard, Akuzawa’s the root of it,” she said.

“You saying I should kill him?” I said.

“I can do it. I’ll make sure it’s clean, no trace,” she said.

Her suggestion silenced me. I’d considered it. It’d be the quickest solution, and I knew it.

“No, he’s yakuza. Killing him would stir up trouble. If it comes to that, I’ll do it myself,” I said.

My words sounded like excuses. I was just scared to cross that line. I’m cruel to my own women, yet some part of me still wanted to live as a normal human. I sighed, mocking myself, desperately suppressing the dark emotions rising within.