Chapter 154
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”……”
A little while after that… though it was only a few minutes, Ms. Sakura’s strange behavior continued, and I was waiting for her to regain her composure, staring at her with wide eyes.
Even if she said “Nihon,” it might not refer to Japan, and even if she were a reincarnator like me, it didn’t necessarily mean we would have a friendly relationship.
If her “Nihon” referred to Japan, and she intended to use the knowledge she had gained there, she might see me, who shares a similar situation, as an obstacle.
Therefore, I intend not to bring up Japan myself.
However… if Ms. Sakura had regained her memories of her past life, I couldn’t ignore the possibility that revealing that knowledge could lead to dangerous situations.
I have no idea what interests might be involved, and even actions taken with good intentions can earn someone’s resentment.
So, I think I should refrain from revealing my past life knowledge as much as possible, and if I do, it should be after establishing a certain position.
If she has enough power to defend herself, that would be a different story.
However, the moment I point that out, she would realize that I am a reincarnator.
Even if leaving it alone leads to bad outcomes, it wouldn’t be my fault, but having a way to avoid it and overlooking it would surely weigh on my mind.
What should I do… I wondered.
Given that my name is Koji, she might notice, and if that happens, I would have to respond differently.
”…Huh!? Ah, um…” Ms. Sakura stammered, as if trying to collect herself.
While I was thinking about such things, it seemed Ms. Sakura had regained her composure, recognizing the situation and contemplating what she should do.
Now, has she really regained her memories?
We were in the middle of an intimate moment, but the desire to continue might have waned if her awareness of me changed with the resurgence of her past life memories.
So, I decided to prompt her to continue our intimate moment and see how Ms. Sakura responds to determine if she had regained her past life memories.
”Um, are you okay? It seems like it was a bit too stimulating… can you still go on?” I asked gently.
”Huh, a bit? Ah, no. Um…” she replied hesitantly.
When she looked at my face and body… or rather, my thing, her face turned red, and she became aware of her own nudity.
A soft rustling sound of fabric—she tried to cover herself.
”Ah!” she gasped, flustered.
The movement of her hands was hesitant—she tried to hide, but then stopped midway and lowered her hands.
It seems her awareness had shifted somewhat; though embarrassed, she chose not to hide anymore.
Given this situation… even though she had shown everything just a moment ago, she might have thought that trying to hide it now would make me feel uncomfortable.
The fact that she can make such a judgment indicates that she is somewhat thoughtful, and if she is truly a reincarnator, she is likely trying to avoid the risks of revealing that.
If that’s the case, my words and behavior might reveal my Japanese nature, and if I am suspected of hiding the fact that I am a reincarnator, she might suspect me of plotting something with my past life knowledge.
If she is a good person… but if what I intend is perceived as wrongdoing, conflict could arise, and even good intentions might be seen as competition, worsening our relationship.
In this situation, would it be better to reveal I am a reincarnator and build a cooperative relationship?
If she has a certain level of thoughtfulness, careless words would not attract the attention of villains or authorities, and considering her unique nature, she might also possess useful skills like me.
”Ah, um…” she hesitated.
”Yes? What is it?” I asked.
”Well… aren’t we going to continue?” she asked quietly.
Apparently, despite her silence, she intended to continue our intimate encounter, but she seemed to doubt why I wasn’t making a move.
Still, Ms. Sakura was not forgetting what had happened earlier; she was cautious, perhaps due to the intensity of it all.
Even so, she tried to hide her unusual feelings and accept the continuation of the moment, as if determined to proceed as before.
I was quite satisfied, though, and thinking of her well-being, I thought maybe we should stop here.
From her perspective, even if she remembered everything, it might still feel like meeting for the first time, and unless she was doing the kind of work she had back in Japan, she might feel uneasy.
Also… continuing might reveal the use of Magic Armor*, and to avoid that, I would have to forego it and proceed without protection.
From a Japanese perspective, becoming a parent at fifteen is unthinkable.
If possible, it would be better to enjoy without worrying about pregnancy, but whether Ms. Sakura would enjoy it that way is another question.
If I’m going to do this, I want her to enjoy it too, so I answered her question with that in mind.
”Ah, well, I’m already satisfied, so I think we can stop here…” I said.
”What? But… it’s still quite big…” she whispered.
”Ah, yes…” I admitted.
Mentally, I was satisfied, but physically I could go on.
My thing was still hard, and Ms. Sakura noticed, seeming to be considerate of me.
That was because, earlier, when I was going hard on her, I had prepared an oral tonic to maintain my stamina in case I climaxed first.
In other words, it was all for my convenience, but I was hoping she wouldn’t mind.
”Haa, haa… gulp,” Ms. Sakura breathed heavily, swallowing audibly while looking at me.
…Could it be she wanted to continue?
Even though we took a short break, she hadn’t been given any stamina-restoring potion, so she must be tired.
”But, aren’t you tired?” I asked.
”I-I’m fine! Well, you never know if there will be a next time…” she answered.
”Well, if there’s time, I don’t mind,” I reassured her.
”Really!?” she asked excitedly.
Ms. Sakura’s face lit up at my reply, so I returned the question.
”Why did you think there might not be a next time?”
”Well… it’s just that… it’s still so big down there, and I thought my body might not be in good shape,” she explained shyly.
So she thought there wouldn’t be a next time because she felt unwell.
She probably understood I was enjoying this, but maybe due to lack of experience in her past life, she had little basis for judgment.
If she had lived in Japan, she would have been exposed to various creative works and should understand that being “still big” doesn’t mean dissatisfaction.
Perhaps she hadn’t lived in Japan, or maybe she had limited access to information.
Either way, I was satisfied with our encounter, and her self-deprecating words made me feel sorry for her.
So, I denied her doubts and pushed her down.
”That’s not true,” I said firmly.
Thud, creak.
”Kyah!? Mr. K-Koji!?” Ms. Sakura exclaimed in surprise as I opened her legs and slipped between them.
”Even if you say you’re satisfied with words, I’m not convinced. I’ll keep going until this becomes useless,” I declared.
Smack, smack.
I lightly tapped her lower abdomen with my thing, making her feel its hardness while stating my plan.
Ms. Sakura responded…
”Y-Yes! Please, as much as you like!” she said, opening herself again with her fingers.
* * *
”Ah… ah… aah♡”
A slight shiver ran through her.
Some time later.
True to my word, we continued until my body finally relaxed, leaving Ms. Sakura trembling and exhausted on the bed.
Her face, illuminated by the lamp, was slack, eyes unfocused, and her twitching form occasionally jolted with aftershocks.
At the end, I hesitated to give her the same intense stimulation as when she first seemed to regain memories of her past life, worried it might unsettle her again… but it was her wish, and even if she regressed, I thought we could maintain our relationship as before.
Having those past memories didn’t always mean it was good for her.
So, it was best to let Ms. Sakura take things at her own pace.
Well then, it seemed time to clean up.
I thought about using tissues or wet wipes, but for now, I decided to use cloth to gently wipe her body.
I had seen her take some out earlier, so I fetched a few from the dresser.
Using the cloth, I began wiping her skin, now calmer.
Swish, swish.
”Nng♡ haa-n♡”
She remained sensitive; every time I wiped her, Ms. Sakura gave a soft sound and shifted slightly.
But if I didn’t, the blanket would get dirty, and washing it would be troublesome, so she had to bear with it.
Gently holding her to keep her still, I finished wiping her, then cleaned myself before lying down beside her.
The mattress was stuffed with straw in a bag, so moisture tended to linger on the surface; where it remained damp, I laid my towel.
If left too long, the moisture might soak through and become uncomfortable, but morning was near, so we’d manage.
”….”
”Hmm?”
I noticed Ms. Sakura was staring blankly at me.
Her body had mostly settled, and the intense desire from earlier seemed to have subsided.
”….”
When I returned her gaze, I felt a different kind of satisfaction than I had with previous women.
Maybe it was because her appearance resembled a Japanese person from around my era.
As I thought this, she spoke.
”Um… w-will you hold me again next time?” she asked softly.
”Well… if you can bear the eavesdropping, I enjoyed it enough, and unless you hate it, I don’t mind,” I answered.
Soft rubbing.
I moved my hand inside the blanket, lightly fondling Ms. Sakura’s chest as I spoke.
”Nng♡,” she responded happily.
But then, for a brief moment, her expression turned complicated.
”….”
Did she not want to be touched right now?
I tried to withdraw my hand, but Ms. Sakura stopped me with her own.
”Uh…?”
”No, don’t worry about it,” she said softly.
”…”
Soft squeezing.
And so, she made me touch her chest again, but her earlier expression lingered in my mind as dawn approached.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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