Returnee from Another World - Zetro Translation

Chapter 73: The Source of the Commotion

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Right now, a woman is eagerly sucking my cock—Mizuki Amasawa, Kyouka’s mother. Just last weekend, her daughter endured a humiliating ordeal, yet here Mizuki is, in broad daylight, fervently servicing me as if to escape that reality. I gaze at her with a mix of complex emotions. I’m the one who turned Mizuki into this. No matter how deplorable a mother she is, I’m in no position to judge her. Still, her near-total lack of guilt for betraying her daughter leaves me with an indescribable feeling.

Repeated sex and the consumption of Warrabbit Ovaries have stimulated her female hormones, giving Mizuki’s skin a radiant glow, making her look about five years younger than when we first met. Some men might be drawn to a frustrated, worn-out mature woman, but Mizuki now exudes a sultry allure. Combined with her natural beauty, she’s bound to attract attention from men around her. Yet, she’s utterly obsessed with my cock, oblivious to anyone else.

Slurp, slurp. Suck, slurp. “Master, how’s this depraved, unfit mother’s mouth-pussy?” Mizuki asks.

“Quite nice,” I reply.

“Um… Mizuki’s lewd pussy is aching. May I serve your cock with it?” she pleads.

“Didn’t I tell you to use your mouth?” I say.

“S-Sorry. Master’s cock is so delicious after so long, I couldn’t help myself,” she says, chup, resuming her sucking.

“Hasn’t your husband been satisfying you?” I ask.

Slurp, slurp. Haa, haa… “Not at all lately. Even when he comes home, he just passes out,” she says.

“Huh. What a waste, having such a delectable pussy nearby. Maybe I should make it mine exclusively,” I say.

Mizuki’s face lights up with genuine joy at my words. [Loyalty]’s white, [Happiness]’s green, and [Lust]’s pink swiftly drown out the faint traces of [Anguish]’s gray. She’s completely under my control now. Earlier, the moment I stepped into the Amasawa household, she threw herself at me, begging for a kiss. Her clingy, submissive nature is convenient for me but a massive problem for Kyouka.

This issue isn’t directly tied to what I’m doing to Kyouka—the recurring memory problem. Even if that’s resolved, Kyouka still has to live with her dysfunctional parents, so the problem won’t vanish cleanly. Cutting ties with her father, Katsuji, would be simple enough—Kyouka would likely agree to that. But severing her bond with her mother is impossible. There are options, like staying with relatives or living with me, but Kyouka’s deep love for her family, especially her mother, makes her unable to abandon Mizuki. Meeting Mizuki in person made me realize the core issue lies in their family dynamics.

Even if I separate Mizuki from Katsuji, that won’t solve everything. Mizuki’s the type who can’t function without someone to depend on. If she leaves Katsuji, she’ll just latch onto another man. Whether she remarries or stays a mistress, the odds of her picking a decent guy are slim. Women like her often end up with scumbags—maybe a drunk who gets violent or, worse, someone who’d target not just Mizuki but Kyouka too. In that scenario, Mizuki would likely forgive the man’s actions. She cares for Kyouka, yet she’d obey her new master’s orders without question. If that weren’t true, the scene from my memories would never have happened, and she wouldn’t be blindly following me now.

Well, dwelling on this is pointless. I’ve decided to keep Mizuki dependent on me until Kyouka can stand on her own. The only question is when to reveal Katsuji’s infidelity to Mizuki and Kyouka. It’s a setup to push Mizuki toward divorce and to convince Kyouka it’s justified. If Katsuji’s cheating in this situation, even Kyouka would give up on him. But I’d rather wait until Kyouka’s issues are settled. Given her mental state, learning about her father’s betrayal now would be too cruel. When I saw her at school on Monday, she was desperately pretending nothing was wrong, but her aura was heavy with [Anguish]’s gray and [Anxiety]’s purple. All I could do was act oblivious.

“I’m gonna cum,” I say curtly, gripping Mizuki’s head.

I thrust roughly, as if using a sex toy. Yet Mizuki accepts it with a delighted expression. As I release a flood of semen into her mouth, she swallows eagerly, gulp, gulp, then meticulously sucks the remaining drops from my urethra. Her face radiates feminine [Joy]’s green, though she looks slightly unsatisfied since I didn’t use her pussy.

“You want sex that badly?” I ask.

Slurp, suck. “Yes. Mizuki and her naughty pussy love Master’s cock so much. I can’t live without it… Please, can you fuck my pussy too?” she begs.

“Up until now, I’ve been using your body in exchange for delaying interest payments. Since Kyouka’s working for me now, there’s no need for you to service me,” I say.

“That’s…” she falters.

“But if you insist, I’m not opposed. By the way, have you told Katsuji about the debt arrangement? Strictly speaking, it’s not paid off until the year’s up, as we agreed,” I say.

“Yes, I told him when he came home last time,” she says.

“And what did he say?” I ask.

“Nothing much… He just apologized to Kyouka once,” she says.

“Did you explain the terms? That if Katsuji finds a way to pay off the debt, Kyouka can stop the job, though she might need to continue until a replacement is found?” I ask.

“I told him that, but…” she trails off.

Her words leave me with a hollow feeling. It’s not just Katsuji’s indifference, treating it like someone else’s problem. I’m exasperated with Mizuki too. Yet, despite these hopeless parents, Kyouka can’t abandon them. That leaves me no choice but to intervene forcefully. Sighing inwardly, I roughly pull Mizuki’s body closer.

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The moment I open the door, a furious shout echoes from the back, clashing with the usual calm atmosphere. This is at L’OASI, the cabaret club run by Yasunaga. Sayaka Hojo called me, so I rushed over to find this mess. Normally, the place would be bustling with customers at this hour, but one disruptive man has scared them off, leaving the club nearly empty.

The source of the commotion is Akuzawa Hitoshi, drunk and ranting at a back table. Yasunaga is there too, but they don’t seem to be arguing. With Akuzawa causing such a scene, it’s no wonder customers are fleeing, yet Yasunaga isn’t intervening, which suggests there’s a reason.

I catch sight of them in my peripheral vision as a waiter leads me to a seat near the entrance.

“Welcome, Masuda-sama,” Sayaka says, spotting me immediately and approaching.

Yasunaga notices me too, likely tipped off by a waiter, and rises to head my way. It’s typical—Sayaka’s allowed to prioritize me unless she’s with a key client, and Yasunaga always comes to greet me.

He arrives at my table, bowing as he speaks. “Sorry, Masuda-san, for the noisy atmosphere. Do you have business with me today?”

“No, no, just stopped by for a drink. What’s up with Akuzawa?” I ask.

“Oh, just a bit of trouble. Nothing major, so please relax and enjoy,” he says.

“He seems pretty worked up for ‘nothing major.’ Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, but it’s my first time seeing him like this,” I say.

“We botched a job. We just came back from apologizing to the client. It’s settled now—no issues. We refunded the fee and added an extra million yen as an apology,” he says.

“A million yen? That’s something,” I say.

“Not every plan goes perfectly, so it happens. But Akuzawa’s not happy. Says he didn’t screw up completely. The client passed the job to another group, so there’s nothing we can do,” he explains.

I’m surprised by Yasunaga’s openness, but with Akuzawa making a scene, he probably figures he can’t hide it. Sayaka already tipped me off about what Akuzawa’s been saying, so I can guess why he’s upset. A regular person wouldn’t piece it together from Yasunaga’s words alone.

He must’ve told Kusunoki Seichirou that Satou Eikae escaped. They likely searched everywhere for her, but she’s nowhere to be found, forcing them to report to Seichirou. Fortunately, Eikae’s husband hasn’t turned up either. There’s no link to her whereabouts through him, and I’d rather not see an innocent man caught in Akuzawa’s violence. If that happened, it’d just add kidnapping or assault charges to Akuzawa’s rap sheet, which would suit me fine.

“So that’s the deal. Business, right? I had a failure recently myself, so I get how Akuzawa feels,” I say, deflecting.

I’m curious which group got the job, but Yasunaga wouldn’t know. Poking further might make me look suspicious. Why do I even need to know? I’m not trying to save Eikae—Seichirou’s next move shouldn’t matter.

“Oh, that thing? Did you recover from it?” Yasunaga asks.

“Thanks to you, yes. As a thank-you, I might be able to increase our transactions a bit,” I say.

“That’s great to hear!” he says, a smile spreading across his face.

I’ve got a ton of gold stashed in my Dimensional Storage. No point hoarding it—better to sell it to Yasunaga. I return his smile. Just then, I spot Akuzawa stumbling toward us.