Chapter 26 The Girl I Like (Kazumi’s POV)
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The “Dragon God Festival” was eventful, but I was able to return home safely.
My papa, the Guardian Knight, took a short rest at the hot spring before heading back to work.
It was already past midnight, so mama told me to “at least get some sleep,” and I went to bed.
Before falling asleep, I think about my time with Hiroya.
The desire I couldn’t control when I saw Hiroya at “Guardian Hill.” The lewd and naughty kiss that a child should never do. The two of us, consumed by lust that we shouldn’t have at our immature age.
Of course, we couldn’t go any further.
(But, my heart was fulfilled…)
I still feel the sensation of Hiroya’s fingers on my nipples. That ticklish, strange feeling.
I wonder if I would have reached climax just from that, like my previous life. My body, which still can’t feel sexually, is a little annoying.
Climax from my nipples. Back then, I was so in love with Obu Hiroya…
I lick my middle finger and put a little saliva on it.
I slide that finger over my labia, which is “never to be touched in a lewd way at this age.”
There is no way the protrusion (clitoris) is exposed, and it is completely hidden. Even if I try to peel it back, it only hurts.
(I know…)
I run my finger over my tightly closed labia. There is a tickling sensation. When will this place give me the pleasure that runs through my whole body?
(Anyway…)
I shift my thoughts away from my lewd feelings.
(Even before my memories of my previous life returned…)
Hiroya and I were good friends. We were childhood friends. And──
(In this world, from the moment I first met him… I loved Hiroya)
I was very happy that my ‘memories of this world’ strongly featured Hiroya.
And then my ‘memories of my previous life’ returned. My love for Hiroya… was only getting stronger.
* * *
In a shallow doze, I reflect on my previous life, when I was assigned as the mentor to him as a new employee in my department.
I was appointed by my department head to be the ‘mentor’ to the new hire. I tried to refuse, as I had a bad experience a few years ago, but…
”This time, it’s not a favor.”
The department head’s words made me listen to the story.
”He’s a new graduate who passed the entrance exam, but he’s a bit of a handful…’Obu Corporation,’ do you know it? He’s the son of the owner.”
There’s no way I don’t know, it’s a rival company in our pharmaceutical division. Although it’s a rival, the size of the company is too different, so we don’t even consider them a threat.
”It’s just a small pharmaceutical trading company. Is there something wrong with their son?”
”Our president found out about the new graduate’s background and was overjoyed. He said, ‘Now we have a pipeline to the Obu family.’”
”I don’t really understand. Are you saying we need to deal with a tiny trading company that’s our competitor in the pharmaceutical division, even though our company is too big for that?”
As I said this while working on documents at my computer, my boss fell silent.
”?”
When I looked up at my boss, he had a look on his face that said, ‘This guy doesn’t know anything.’
According to my boss, even though their company is small, that’s the current president’s (my boss called him ‘the head of the family’) intention, and he doesn’t plan to run a large company.
The reason is that their main activities are in the business and political world.
The ‘Obu family’ has been a samurai family since the Heian period and was one of the 5 major zaibatsu before the war.
Although they almost lost their financial power after the war due to the breakup of the zaibatsu, their influence has remained strong from the post-war period to now.
”You really don’t know anything, do you?”
My boss explained this with a look that seemed to say that, but he spoke so smoothly that it was probably just a repeat of what the president had told him.
”I don’t think you’ll have any trouble like the new hire from the last nepotism recruitment. This person is expected to be quite excellent as an employee.”
My boss was trying hard to push this onto me, enthusiastically recommending that I be the mentor.
(Well, the last guy from nepotism was the worst.)
I planned the welcome party myself, and when I attended, I was the only one there.
To make things worse, he even put some suspicious drug into the cocktail glass, so I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him onto the table before leaving.
”I’ll tell papa!”
I heard him shout that, but he didn’t come to work the next day.
I was friendly with the bar owner, so he explained everything that happened to my president.
Because of that, I wanted to pass on being a mentor, but for now, I decided to take a look at the resume, entrance exam, and interview details.
The exam was almost perfect. The interviewer’s impression was outstanding. Looking at the resume, the skills section was filled with impressive things: cooking, painting, playing instruments (piano, saxophone, guitar, etc.), martial arts (Iaido, licensed master), and sports and fighting in general…
(What? What kind of perfect person is this?)
At that moment, I became curious and decided to meet him on the first day of work.
When I actually met him, he was completely different from the image I had. He was tense, his body stiff, and his greeting was awkward. Plus, there were cherry blossom petals in his neatly styled hair.
I liked him, so I decided to help him relax.
”That’s a beautiful hair accessory. But it’s not needed for work, so I’ll hold onto it for you.”
Saying that, I took the cherry blossom petals out of his hair.
He seemed to let go of some tension and smiled brightly, saying, “Nice to meet you! Chief Miura!” while bowing.
(Yeah. Good kid.)
That was my first impression of him.
And in reality, he was an excellent worker. He remembered everything I taught him perfectly and had the ability to adapt and apply it. It was as if he had a special talent for absorbing knowledge.
Also, he was very observant and considerate. I often made mistakes in daily life (outside of work), but at first, he would follow up to help me, and as he got used to things, he would prevent my mistakes before they happened.
By the end of the training period, almost every department wanted him.
Of course, I had no intention of letting him go; I planned to make him work hard in my (own) sales department.
When the main office asked for him as a candidate for management, I couldn’t argue, but thanks to his words, he was assigned to my team.
”I still want to learn a lot from Chief Miura.”
He was such a cute subordinate.
The president had the stance of “as long as Obu can work comfortably, it’s all good,” so I became his direct superior without any issues.
But at that time, I didn’t have any romantic feelings. No, I shouldn’t have had any.
I was completely focused on the marriage proposal my parents were pushing me into.
The talks about marrying my cousin, the son of my aunt who married into the main family, were progressing smoothly.
I had no male presence in my life at all, and my father, being the youngest son of a branch family, couldn’t refuse.
Since the marriage would be into the main family, there was no reason for my family to oppose it. That was their conclusion.
Well, I thought it would be fine since he was a familiar cousin. But he turned out to be a terrible guy.
He told me to keep working for the sake of the family finances (I actually liked my job and had no intention of quitting even after marriage), but that I had to do all the housework because I was a woman. He said he couldn’t see me as a woman, so we would only do the monthly baby-making, etc…
We got married in the spring of the following year, and I immediately regretted it. As my feelings sank day by day, it was still Obu Hiroya who took me out for drinks to cheer me up.
Speaking of which, I remember the first time we went out drinking, I got hit on by a flashy guy at our table. When Hiroya returned from the bathroom, he shot a glare that made the guy back off.
”If you just show some sword spirit, those amateurs will get scared and run away.”
He joked, laughing. Looking at Hiroya now, I realize that was actually true.
With his thoughtfulness and kindness, I found myself increasingly drawn to him.
The times I got completely drunk were actually a lie. I was happy to be carried on his back. Thinking back, maybe I felt sexual excitement just from being close to him the first time he carried me.
The more my feelings for him grew, the more it seemed like divorce was the only choice.
For about 2 months before my reincarnation, I was troubled by my feelings for him.
”Chief Miura, are you thinking too much again? Let’s go out for drinks now.”
He often invited me out for drinks after work during those times. I almost wanted to say, “It’s you who I like and who I’m worried about.”
On the day of the accident, I was planning to confess my feelings. But all I could do was joke around.
──If I get divorced, are you not going to take me?
──Come on, you’re from a good family, right?
──…My relatives care about that kind of thing. If I were to be with you, I thought the divorce would go smoothly.
That was the only way I could say it.
”Don’t propose with such calculations.”
He got angry.
At that moment, I finally spoke my true feelings.
”I want to, um… get closer to you…”
That was the best I could do.
I don’t know if he heard my whispering words.
But he said this to me.
”Okay, okay. Once the divorce is finalized, I’ll think about it. I also think you’re a cute person, Chief Miura.”
I felt like I was on cloud nine. Happiness overflowed, and I hugged him tightly from behind.
Once we got to the taxi stand in front of the station, I was planning to… um, invite him. To make his words a reality. Cheating? I had no guilt about that at all. That guy never loved me as a woman.
It was right after that. The headlights were approaching us…
* * *
After that, I woke up to the morning light streaming through the window.
(I need to get ready for the early morning practice…)
I sat up and felt something strange in my lower body as I pulled back the blanket.
(Oh… it’s wet…)
I did a mock mas***bation before falling asleep, and I didn’t get any pleasure from it, but maybe it’s because I dreamed of him, my labia was moist with love juice…
It was a story about “Hiroya being a cheat even in his previous life.”
Also, although the growth of children in this world is relatively fast (12 years old is equivalent to graduating from high school in the previous life → can register as an adventurer, 15 years old is equivalent to adulthood in the previous life → can consume alcohol, etc.), Kazumi’s body, which “got wet” at the age of 8 (around 10-11 in the previous life), is amazing.
Is her body trying to catch up with her mental age and sexual desire?
It was also a story about how “the mind and body are linked.”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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