Returnee from Another World - Zetro Translation

Chapter 9: Greed and Greed

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The pink of 【Sexual Desire】 and the green of 【Happiness】.

Three days ago, Ayano’s emotions surged so intensely that it felt like those two auras might fill the entire living room.

Honestly, I hadn’t expected such a dramatic effect with Ayano.

Of course, it was intentional on my part.

But all I’d done was let her ingest a small amount of my saliva to see how she’d react.

I had no intention of pushing things to sex right then and there. Assuming a tiny amount wouldn’t cause much harm, I took that step.

In short, it was a test. But I have to admit I underestimated the outcome.

Her eyes were vacant, unfocused, her mouth hanging open in a daze.

It lasted about five minutes, maybe. No matter how much I called out, she didn’t respond.

But even just watching from the side, I could tell she was experiencing multiple waves of climax.

Her lower body jolted, twitching upward. To me, it looked like she was desperately grinding her hips.

Whether she realized it or not, a puddle of liquid remained on the living room floor as evidence.

It was definitely either her fluids or squirt. I think there was a bit of urine mixed in too.

After Ayano ran to the bathroom, I quickly wiped it up with a rag along with the spilled pudding, so I can’t say for sure.

Plus, her emotions were almost entirely dominated by those two auras at the time.

Such a reaction from just a trace of saliva was honestly alarming.

At that rate, let alone sex, even a kiss might be too much for her, which worried me.

But I had a hunch about the cause. I’d imbued that slime with an excessive sense of starvation.

When it finally sensed “food,” the slime went wild, secreting far more mucus than usual. That explanation made sense.

Humans adapt to sensations over time.

When I was first thrown into that world, even minor injuries had me writhing in pain, screaming.

Eventually, I got used to it—even when flesh was torn, I could shrug it off. Partly because I knew my body would regenerate quickly, but it still hurt.

By that logic, Ayano should eventually adapt to that pleasure. Or rather, she might become dependent on me to function. It’s a greedy thought, but the effect was more than sufficient.

In that world, I never tested the parasitic slime.

Why? Because before I could, I completed the time-travel elixir. More accurately, while I was hesitating about using it, the elixir was finished.

The intended target was that woman who betrayed me—Lucie.

I wanted to make her dependent on me, force her to kneel, and humiliate her thoroughly before cursing her out. But there were too many problems.

How would I lure her?

I couldn’t imagine Lucie falling for my bait so easily. Even if I ambushed her while she slept, there was a risk of others noticing. Unlike with Ayano, using Devil Flower pollen was out of the question.

Even after parasitizing her with the slime, issues remained.

That world had magic, including a spell called Status Analysis that could check a person’s health. I had to consider the risk of it being detected.

The Book of Algabana didn’t specify what would happen if Status Analysis was used on a parasitized host. The lack of a warning might mean the spell couldn’t detect it.

Or maybe the book’s author was just someone like me—someone who’d say, “Just kidnap and confine them.”

The Book of Algabana was full of mysteries.

When it was written, who wrote it—completely unknown.

Based on the place names and items mentioned, it likely existed over a thousand years ago. The biggest mystery was that it couldn’t be stored in my dimensional storage.

Despite its apparent age, the book looked brand new, suggesting some kind of protective enchantment. That’s my theory, at least.

While I was weighing those risks and hesitating, the elixir was completed.

As I mulled over these memories and thought aimlessly about the future, someone spoke to me.

“Hey, Shuu-kun, got any plans this weekend?”

It was after school.

I was changing my shoes at the entrance, about to leave.

The speaker was Kyouka Amasawa, her cheeks dimpled with her signature smile.

Lately, I’ve been walking home with Kyouka every day. It’s not new—I’d been doing it before returning to this world, a habit from early sophomore year that I’m just following now.

Our routes align for about thirty minutes. To an outsider, we might look like a couple.

“Hm, the weekend? Nothing set in stone, but I’ll probably go somewhere.”

The yellow of 【Expectation】 shifted to the gray of 【Disappointment】.

Kyouka’s expression turned slightly crestfallen.

She’s so transparent, I thought.

Was she always this easy to read?

Back then, I couldn’t take the final step with Kyouka, too afraid to confess.

I vaguely sensed her affection, but I worried it was just friendship and that I was misreading things. I agonized over it daily.

Part of it was my indecisive nature back then.

But more than that, I knew Kyouka was popular and turned down every guy who asked her out, including some good-looking friends she seemed close to.

Kyouka’s bright, carefree personality—different from Ayano’s—combined with her undeniable beauty meant she got confessed to often. But I couldn’t be sure I was special to her.

Even though her feelings were so clearly expressed in her aura…

“That’s too bad.”

“What, you wanted me to invite you? Don’t you have swim practice on weekends?”

“Ugh! Shuu-kun, did you even listen to me? I told you two weeks ago—the pool’s closed, so we’re on land training only until spring!”

That must’ve been before I returned. I don’t remember it at all.

I can’t recall such minor details, but now that she mentions it, I don’t think she’s been to swim practice much since fall.

“Oh, yeah, maybe I heard that. I’m not big on club stuff, so I forgot.”

“Ugh, you forgot? How rude! We’ve been walking home together every day, so you should know I don’t have practice, right? Are you still playing dumb?”

With that, Kyouka quickened her pace, stepping in front of me. She tugged her blazer down slightly, flaunting the tan lines from her swimsuit.

The stark contrast of her tanned skin against the white of her bra, peeking between the valley of her elongated, voluminous breasts, practically bursting with presence.

Compared to Ayano, they weren’t inferior in the least.

Maybe slightly smaller, but I’d bet Kyouka’s shape is my preference—though I haven’t seen them bare, I’m somehow certain.

“Look, look. You should remember this. After all, you called me a pervert back then.”

“Doing that in public makes you a pervert, doesn’t it? If it’s so embarrassing, why do it?”

The purple of 【Embarrassment】 spread vividly.

Seeing her aura, I blurted it out. But I also noticed the strong yellow of 【Expectation】. This was Kyouka’s all-out attempt to appeal to me.

I vaguely remember a similar moment.

When the pool closed, she could go home right after school, so she didn’t need me to wait. She’d flashed her chest like this too.

But that means I didn’t notice her blatant flirting back then. No, it’s not that I didn’t notice—I refused to. I was just a coward.

“I’m not embarrassed!”

“Oh, sure. Not embarrassed, huh? Just a pervert.”

“No way! I’m not a pervert!”