Returnee from Another World - Chapter 72: Repeated Violation

Chapter 72: Repeated Violation

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“Yes, that’s correct. His Highness Sabaf is waiting in Room 1205 of the hotel. He’s fluent in Japanese, so there’s no need to worry about communication. But, as it goes without saying, he’s royalty from a small nation, so please be extremely respectful,” the voice on the phone said.

A short, flustered sound escaped Kyouka Amasawa’s lips. Before she could ask James Masuda any questions, the call ended—an abrupt declaration, as if no further explanation was needed. Though, to be fair, James had already briefed her beforehand.

A foreigner studying in Japan needed a companion. The job was a few hours once a week for a year, and in return, the entire debt, including interest, would be erased.

Kyouka understood that “companion” carried sexual implications. Even with her limited life experience, she knew 8 million yen couldn’t be earned with a few hours of casual work each week. She’d only had minor sexual encounters with her boyfriend, Shuu Kaburaki, and had never experienced full intercourse, let alone engaged in escorting or sugar-dating. This would undeniably betray Shuu. For Kyouka, who’d led an ordinary high school life, agreeing to this was unthinkable.

Yet, she couldn’t think of any other way to pay off the debt. A part-time job wouldn’t come close to covering it. Her father, Katsuji Amasawa, showed no intention of repaying, barely even coming home lately. The repayment deadline loomed closer. Was Katsuji planning to dodge the debt entirely? Distrust grew in Kyouka’s heart. She’d noticed her mother, Mizuki Amasawa, seemed to suspect Katsuji too. A rift was forming in their family. Still, abandoning her father wasn’t an option. While she wasn’t particularly fond of him, he was family, and she couldn’t bear to see Mizuki heartbroken if their family fell apart.

If she could endure for just one year and clear the debt… That thought flickered in Kyouka’s mind. Every time she saw Mizuki’s tearful, pleading face, a sharp pain stabbed her chest. In the end, Kyouka had no choice but to nod to James Masuda’s proposal.

On a weekend evening, Kyouka arrived at the hotel lobby, gave Sabaf’s name, and took the elevator to Room 1205. Stepping out, she approached the designated room, took a deep breath, steeled herself, and pressed the doorbell.

“Yes? Who’s there?” a voice called out.

To Kyouka’s surprise, it was polite Japanese. She’d been told Sabaf spoke the language, but she expected broken speech at best.

“I’m Kyouka Amasawa. James sent me,” she said.

“Ah, Amasawa-san? I’ve heard about you from James. I’ll unlock the door,” the voice replied.

A click sounded as the door was unlocked. Through the opening, a clearly non-Japanese man peeked out.

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After being ushered into the room, Kyouka sipped tea and chatted with Sabaf for nearly thirty minutes. They covered introductions and the terms of their arrangement, which matched what James had described. Sabaf primarily wanted a Japanese conversational partner, though the contract explicitly included a sexual relationship, suggesting his true aim might be physical.

After much agonizing, Kyouka had resolved to endure for a year. She regretted not having her first time with Shuu, but it was too late now. She didn’t think Shuu cared much about her virginity. Still, hearing about his past with Kato Ayano had shocked her, though it also eased some of her guilt. She’d worried Shuu might reject her if he knew she wasn’t a virgin. Meeting Sabaf in person also brought a slight sense of relief. Initially too nervous to speak properly, Kyouka calmed down after half an hour.

“Shall we take a bath now? Kyouka-san, please wash my body,” Sabaf said.

“Ah, y-yes,” she replied.

Sabaf rose from the sofa and headed to the bathroom. Kyouka hesitated but followed, standing to trail behind him. At the bathroom door, she began undressing him. Sabaf stood still, as if it was expected, while Kyouka, assuming this was part of her “companion” duties, complied, though she kept her eyes averted to avoid his naked body out of embarrassment.

“Kyouka-san, take off all your clothes, including your underwear,” Sabaf said.

“Y-Yes,” she said.

She couldn’t protest about shame now—this was a job to earn big money. Resolving herself, Kyouka carefully placed Sabaf’s clothes in the laundry basket, then stripped off her own clothes and underwear. Standing before a man she’d just met, she wanted to flee from the overwhelming [Shame]. Clutching a small towel to cover her lower body, she trembled but entered the bathroom.

“Don’t worry. As I said, tonight I’ll only have you service me,” Sabaf said.

“Um, I don’t have much experience with this…” Kyouka said.

“That’s fine. I specifically asked James for someone like you. But you’ve at least kissed, right?” he said.

“Yes, that much,” she said.

“Good. Besides kissing, just touch or lick me to make me cum. Simple, right?” he said.

“I-I understand,” she said.

As they spoke, Kyouka carefully washed Sabaf’s body. His well-proportioned physique startled her. She gently scrubbed his arms, legs, back, neck, and stomach with a sponge. Just as she reached for the shower nozzle, Sabaf suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“Ah!” she gasped.

“You haven’t washed here yet. This is the most important part. It’s delicate, so use your hands directly,” he said, guiding her hand to his crotch.

Kyouka’s hand pressed against his groin. Shocked but unable to refuse—since the contract included sexual acts, which she’d agreed to—she tentatively stroked him with two fingers. As her hesitant movements continued, a satisfied expression spread across Sabaf’s face, tinged with something sadistic, as if he were toying with her rather than seeking pleasure.

“Yes, very good. But peel back the skin and clean every part thoroughly. I’d love to wash your body too, but I promised not to touch you today. Though I’ll get a kiss later,” he said.

His words brought Kyouka a small relief. She was already humiliated, but at least her body wasn’t being violated. She clung to the idea that this was just a job to maintain her composure.

Yet, her body betrayed her. A strange heat spread through her, and her pussy was unmistakably dripping with arousal. She couldn’t believe it—she was getting wet, despite herself.

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After the bath, Kyouka knelt on the bed, her face buried in Sabaf’s crotch, as he’d instructed. She clumsily used her mouth and fingers to service him, producing wet, obscene sounds as she worked desperately. She knew this was part of the job and didn’t find it repulsive or overly resistant.

But her inverted nipples, normally hidden, had popped out, sharp and sensitive, betraying her arousal. Her pussy was soaked. While licking Sabaf, she felt as if she were masturbating, overwhelmed by her own excitement. If someone touched her pussy now, she might cum instantly. It throbbed, aching for a cock, despite her lack of sexual experience. When she’d pleasured Shuu, she’d been aroused, but this was far more intense, and she couldn’t understand why.

Suddenly, Sabaf pressed her head down, and his cum spurted into her mouth. He’d finally climaxed. She could go home now. That was her only thought. The idea of being aroused by anyone but Shuu was unthinkable—she refused to acknowledge it.