Returnee from Another World - Zetro Translation

Chapter 81: Breakup and a New Relationship

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“Whether you two divorce or not is none of my concern. But your daughter Kyouka broke her promise. Just make it clear how you’re going to handle the remaining debt,” I said, sitting heavily on the Amasawa family’s sofa as if I owned the place.

I was delivering an ultimatum to Katsuji Amasawa, who sat kneeling before me. The debt’s already been wiped clean, and Kyouka only went to the hotel a few times. Mizuki Amasawa likely heard the gist from Kyouka, but I’ve warned them both not to spill it to Katsuji—otherwise, he’d just rack up more debt. In the end, Katsuji’s the only one in the dark.

“N-No, it’s…” Katsuji stammered.

On the table lay a divorce agreement with Katsuji and Mizuki’s names. Three days ago, Mizuki and Kyouka, out shopping, saw Katsuji and Miki emerging from a love hotel together. Caught red-handed, Katsuji couldn’t talk his way out and reluctantly agreed to the divorce. Miki’s been pushing him to leave Mizuki quickly, so he might see this as a convenient opportunity.

Did Mizuki figure out I orchestrated it? I gave her money to shop with Kyouka for a “gift for my boss’s wife,” luring them near the love hotel. Yukari Higuchi, watching their movements, tipped off Miki to time Katsuji’s exit perfectly. Mizuki didn’t pry, though. While eagerly sucking my dick, she reported the incident like it was some casual event. She must’ve wondered why I insisted Kyouka tag along and found it odd to “coincidentally” catch Katsuji cheating nearby.

Her aura showed no trace of [Anger]. She clearly has no lingering attachment to Katsuji. Instead, she was desperate to please me, even seeming thrilled to have a reason to dump him. With a completely submissive, feminine expression, she dramatically declared, “I’ll divorce that man right away.” She might’ve realized I set it up but gleefully went along with it.

Obeying my orders is second nature to her. Being loved by me is her everything. Getting fucked by my dick is her reason to live. The Warrabbit Ovaries made her this way, but her personality played a big part. Mizuki sat meekly beside Katsuji, head bowed, only because I told her to act that way. In her mind, she’s probably dying to kick Katsuji out and be alone with me.

“It’s your own fault, isn’t it? Mizuki and Kyouka saw you with another woman at a love hotel. Kyouka sold her body for you, and there you were, not working, strolling out with some side piece. No wonder she’s fed up,” I said.

“Ugh…” Katsuji groaned.

“Forget the affair. The real issue is Kyouka breaking her contract, not showing up at the hotel as promised. The other party’s pissed. They don’t want her anymore. If this screws up my deal, how are you going to take responsibility?” I demanded.

“I-I don’t know what you expect me to do…” Katsuji said.

I stood from the sofa and kicked Katsuji hard. Mizuki, sitting nearby, flinched but kept her head down, staying still as ordered.

“What? You messing with me?” I growled.

“No! No! I didn’t mean—argh! Please, have mercy!” Katsuji pleaded.

I stomped on him repeatedly, not hard enough to break bones but enough to leave bruises. I was doing this to drill into Katsuji’s head that James Masuda is a dangerous underworld figure, someone he’d never dare approach again, especially near Mizuki or Kyouka.

“I’m asking if you can pay back the remaining debt! Two thousand million yen! I invested that much in your daughter!” I shouted.

“B-But my debt was only eight million…” Katsuji said.

“Don’t screw with me! You were there when I paid Akuzawa Hitoshi two thousand million! Now you’re playing dumb?” I yelled.

“Gah… I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I know, I’ll pay it all back!” Katsuji cried as I kicked him again, screaming in pain.

“Guess you’ll sell a kidney then? Trash like you can still fetch some cash. Don’t worry, you might survive with one kidney if you’re lucky. But that’s only worth about five million. Maybe life insurance is the better call?” I said.

“No! Please, anything but that! Kyouka can make tons of money instead. I’ll put her in the sex trade, anything! And take this woman too. She’s a bit old, but she’d do fine in a married-woman brothel. Use her however you want, Masuda-san!” Katsuji begged.

His willingness to sell out his daughter and ex-wife sparked more fear than anger in me. Should I just kill him here? Dark thoughts crept in, but I suppressed them. That would ruin all my efforts. For now, keeping him away from Kyouka is enough. If he shows up again, I’ll deal with him then.

I crouched down, roughly grabbed Katsuji’s hair, and yanked his face up.

“What the hell are you thinking? Your daughter and wife are already mine. The moment I covered your two-thousand-million-yen debt, Kyouka and Mizuki became my property. Right, Mizuki? You agreed to that deal,” I said, turning to her.

Her face showed no fear, only a faint blush. Her aura radiated [Love]’s pink, [Lust]’s pink, and [Happiness]’s green, confirming she was thrilled by my words.

“Yes… that was the agreement from the start,” Mizuki said.

We hadn’t rehearsed this, but Mizuki wouldn’t contradict me. If anything, she’d eagerly confirm being my woman.

“Listen up, Katsuji. I bought your daughter and wife’s lives for two thousand million yen. I saw that much value in Kyouka as a commodity,” I said.

“Then my debt’s gone, isn’t it?” Katsuji said.

“Shut up! Your daughter’s reckless actions tanked her value. Sure, I’ll put her to work in the sex trade or whatever to recoup some losses, but that won’t even cover half. I’m asking how you’ll make up the rest,” I said.

“What do you expect me to do?” he asked.

“Get me five hundred million yen in three days. If you can’t, you’ll choose between your kidney or life insurance,” I said.

It’s an impossible demand for Katsuji. Even if he could manage it, a scumbag like him wouldn’t hand over the money. Despite promising no alimony, he agreed to Mizuki’s divorce proposal surprisingly easily. I could tell he’s already planning to skip town. Miki should handle guiding him from here.

“What are you still doing here? Stop dawdling and get the money! Three days, got it? If you don’t, you know what happens. I’ve got eyes on your every move. Don’t think you can hide from me,” I said.

I gave Katsuji one final hard kick to the ass and threw him out of the Amasawa house. He left with just the clothes on his back, but this is a rental with no real assets. He probably won’t return for his stuff, but I’ll order Mizuki not to let him in if he does.

Locking the front door, I returned to the room where Mizuki waited alone.

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[Trust]’s white, [Love]’s pink, and [Lust]’s pink swirled vividly. Mizuki, naked, threw herself into my arms. As I held her, I sighed in relief—one more headache dealt with.

“Did you get turned on watching your husband get beaten up? Your pussy’s soaking wet,” I said.

“N-No, it’s not…” she panted.

“Don’t lie. It’s drenched—more than usual. Still saying you’re not feeling it?” I teased.

“Ah, ah, ah! I’m sorry… every time he got kicked, my pussy throbbed for some reason,” she moaned.

She was clearly aroused. As I stirred her pussy with two fingers, it made lewd, wet sounds, gripping my fingers like a living thing.

Her face was enraptured. The exhausted expression from when we first met was gone. The Warrabbit Ovaries must be at work—she looked young enough to pass as Kyouka’s sister.

“What a hopeless woman. You can’t live without this, can you?” I said.

“Yes… I’m a filthy woman who only thinks about being loved by Masuda-san. I masturbate every day imagining your dick. If you abandoned me, I…” she trailed off.

“Don’t worry. As long as you obey me, I’ll take good care of you. Just follow my orders and don’t think about anything else,” I said.

Her cheeks flushed like a love-struck schoolgirl. Her perky nipples stood erect on her firm breasts. Katsuji’s an idiot. I’ve admitted to having other women, yet Mizuki doesn’t show a hint of jealousy. She’s understanding, never demanding—a better catch than Miki, appearance-wise. As I thought this, I let Mizuki’s hand reach for my crotch without protest.