episode_0079

The shrine residence still held memories from a few days ago. An awkward silence flowed between Fumika and me as we sat facing each other once again in that quaint tatami room.

Dressed in a pristine white shrine maiden outfit, as immaculate as ever, she seemed to exude a different aura than when we first met.

“Yuugun. You must have had a tough time coming all the way here in this heat, didn’t you? First, quench your thirst with some juice.” Pointing to the glass in front of me with her delicate fingers, Fumika held a gentle smile on her lips.

Was it just my imagination, or did her expression seem stiff, as if she were nervous?

“Thanks, Fumika Nuna!” As I continued my act as a child, now somewhat accustomed to it, I took a sip of the juice. The sweet, sour, and fragrant orange flavor enveloped my tongue, smoothly sliding down my throat.

“How have you been since we parted ways at the shrine? You must have been very confused, suddenly becoming younger.”

“I was really scared and flustered at first, but Akari Nuna was there, so I’m okay now!”

Akari did not accompany me on this visit. This was because Fumika had earnestly requested, ‘I want to examine Yuugun’s condition more closely, so please come alone today.’ For me, it was a golden opportunity to be alone with Fumika without anyone’s interference, so I readily agreed. However, Akari saw me off with a gaze filled with lingering worry until the very moment I left the house.

“I see. Ms. Miyano…” It was an innocent, perfectly childlike answer. Yet, Fumika slightly furrowed her brows, as if something bothered her.

“Fumika Nuna? What’s wrong?” “……Hmph!?” I had only lightly called her name, but Fumika trembled as if she’d been hit by a taser gun. She hastily picked up her teacup beside her and took a sip of tea, as if to calm the situation. But her beautifully flushed white cheeks and delicately trembling fingertips could not hide her agitation.

“I-I’m sorry. *Ahem.* Well, have there been any special changes in your body during this time? For example, has your memory returned even a little, or have you remembered anything about the ‘wish’…?”

“Hmm… Not really anything special. I feel like something might come to mind… but it’s too blurry, so I don’t know what it is yet.”

“Is that so…” Fumika, who had closed her mouth as if deep in thought, then placed the teacup she was holding down on the tatami mat. *Clink!* The sound of the teacup hitting the saucer seemed to reverberate unusually loudly, perhaps due to the silence.

“…The fact that something is trying to come to mind might be a good sign that your memory is returning.” Her voice was still gentle, but her eyes shone sharply.

“Perhaps… was there any special ‘trigger’ that could be a clue to that memory?”

‘A trigger…’ Of course there was. The intense and intimate time spent with Akari. But it was too early to tell Fumika about that.

“It was just… ordinary. I ate delicious food, and sometimes had fun playing with Akari Nuna. That was all, really.” I wasn’t exactly lying. In a way, sex could also be considered a form of physical entertainment.

Fumika, after hearing my answer, stared at me as if trying to see through me, without any change in expression, then briefly nodded.

“I see. For now, I understand.”

‘…What was that subtle pause just now?’ But before that question could spiral into others, Fumika’s next words pierced my ears.

“The reason I asked Yuugun to come this time is that there were parts I couldn’t fully examine during the last ritual. I’d like to thoroughly check Yuugun’s physical condition once more, if that’s alright?”

Though a few things were suspicious, overall, it wasn’t much different from the original plot. Was the strange behavior she showed during our last meeting just a minor difference between the original work and the world I’d transmigrated into?

“Yeah, sure! I want to see what you did last time again.”

“Then, let’s go to that room we used last time.”

Fumika offered a faint smile and stood up. I followed her, rising and entering the dimly lit hallway.

‘Right, let’s not overthink this.’ Whatever changes have occurred in Fumika. Whatever she might be thinking right now. In the end, if I just conquer her and make her mine, everything will be resolved. The complex doubts that had been swirling in my mind were quickly overlaid with lewd fantasies about how to savor the voluptuous breasts hidden beneath her shrine maiden outfit, and the sensually swaying buttocks right in front of my eyes. Soon, I would fully enjoy the hot and damp sensation of that widow, who must have been starving for a long time in her husband’s empty place…

“By the way, Yuugun.” Suddenly, about halfway down the hallway leading to the ritual room, Fumika, who was walking ahead, turned her head and looked at me.

“Was it truly… just an ‘ordinary’ daily life you spent with Ms. Miyano?” Her deeply veiled voice made me unable to answer immediately. On the surface, it seemed like a simple question for reconfirmation, but there was clearly another intention behind it.

“…Yes. That’s really all, Nuna.”

“…Are you sure?” At Fumika’s persistent probing re-question, I felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down my spine.

Calm down. Even if Fumika possessed divine powers, there was no description in the original work of her being able to see through lies with them. If that were possible, it would have been game over at our first meeting. Here, the correct answer is to push forward confidently, no matter what.

“Yes! Really.” At my confident answer, Fumika stared intently at my face for a moment without saying anything. Whether it was unfortunate or fortunate, we had already arrived in front of the ritual room before she could open her mouth again.

Fumika, stopping in front of the room, slid open the door and offered a gentle smile, as if nothing had happened.

“Alright. Will you go inside first and wait for just a moment?”

“Huh? Nuna, where are you going?”

“I’m going to change clothes. It won’t take long.”

‘Change clothes? Didn’t she usually conduct the ritual in the shrine maiden outfit she was currently wearing?’ I felt a strong sense of wonder inwardly as I carefully scrutinized her appearance. And at that very moment, I noticed one crucial sense of incongruity that I hadn’t realized before.

In a way, it was the item that best symbolized Fumika’s character. The old, faded wedding ring that she always wore like an extension of herself, made into a necklace… wasn’t visible today. That ring, which contained all the precious memories of her deceased husband, more valuable than anything else.

“Yuugun?” Startled, I came back to my senses at Fumika’s voice, which was now staring intently down at my face.

“Are you alright? You look pale. Is there somewhere you’re uncomfortable?”

“U-Uh, yeah! I’m fine, Fumika Nuna! So… Nuna, you need to get ready quickly, okay?”

Fumika responded to my urging with a nod, then turned her back. Staring blankly at her figure quietly receding down the hallway, I entered the ritual room alone.

Just as I had seen last time, a small wooden altar was placed in the center of the room. On all four walls, talismans covered with densely written red characters of unknown meaning exuded an eerie and mysterious aura.

But at the moment, I had no interest whatsoever in the room’s scenery.

“…What should I do?” Sitting cross-legged on the cushion in front of the altar, I began to seriously plan how to conquer Fumika.

Originally, I had intended to use the same method as with Akari, subtly inducing physical contact using the innocence of a child. But seeing Fumika just now, it seemed I needed to approach more cautiously. And honestly, I didn’t have any other sharp ideas coming to mind right now besides that method…

“Hmm…” It was precisely then, as my thoughts deepened.

Slither-thump— At the sound of the closed sliding door opening, I instinctively turned my head.

“Nuna, you came qui— Huh!?” I had expected her to change into something similar to her shrine maiden outfit, so I nearly stopped breathing then and there.

A dark navy pleated skirt, so short it fully exposed the tender inner flesh of her thighs. Above it, a slightly tight, pure white short-sleeved blouse brazenly revealed the outline of her bursting I-cup breasts. Around her slender neck, an awkwardly tied bright red ribbon tie dangled adorably.

‘No, that… no matter how I look at it, it’s a school un—’ Her mature body, ripened with age, didn’t suit it, making it look more like cosplay. No, rather, that way…

“U-Uh-huh.” Fumika, her face flushed, approached me, constantly adjusting her clothing with incredibly awkward gestures. Her calm and elegant demeanor from moments ago was nowhere to be found.

“H-How… is it, Yuugun? This is… an outfit I wore a very long time ago… during my student days… I thought it might help you recall memories, even just a little…”

“Hmph…” For a moment, I was so dumbfounded and speechless that I completely forgot I was acting as a child. Considering her age, that outfit was far past its prime, frankly, an ‘age-inappropriate’ attire. But if you were to ask me what I thought of this unbelievable sight unfolding before my eyes… There was only one answer.

‘…Damn hot.’ A voluptuous body, imbued with the mature sensuality of a ripened woman instead of youthful freshness. It mingled with the awkward and unnatural high school girl uniform style, creating an indescribable sense of depravity. I could vividly feel hot blood rushing violently to my lower regions.

The problem was that I couldn’t grasp her true intentions at all—why she was committing such an eccentric act.

‘Damn it, if only I could use the hypnosis app right now, I could at least figure out her true thoughts…!’ For now, there was no other way but to act as innocent a child as possible and try to sound out her intentions.

“Wow…! Fumika Nuna, you’re really pretty! Um… but I’m sorry, Nuna. I don’t remember anything.”

“Ugh…!” Fumika’s reaction to my answer was greater than expected. Her large, bewildered eyes trembled uneasily. Her lower lip, reddened like a ripe fruit, was bitten repeatedly, making her seem almost precarious. Soon, a suffocating silence settled in the room.

“Haa…” The first to break that long, heavy silence, which felt like an eternity, was Fumika’s deep sigh. It was impossible to know exactly what that sigh meant. Only an emptiness, as if something had been laid down, was conveyed from her.

“It’s… enough now.”

“Huh? What’s enough, Fumika Nuna?”

“Your act… you can stop it now, Yuugun. No… should I call you the ‘other person’ inside Yuugun?” At the words that came from her mouth, my entire body froze as if I had been drenched in ice-cold water. I almost failed to control my expression for a moment, but managed to tilt my head in confusion with my last remaining shred of reason. However, my heart was already pounding wildly inside my chest, like an alarm bell ringing.

‘This woman… how much does she know? Surely, not everything, even the fact that I transmigrated…?!’

“During the last ritual… when I held your hand, I realized there was something completely different from Yuugun, something very strong and dangerous, inside that body.”

Fortunately, it seemed she hadn’t accurately discerned the transmigration or another world. It seemed she had only vaguely sensed that there was another presence inside Yuu. Though even that was a sufficiently troublesome variable from my perspective.

‘What should I do? Should I silence this woman here? If Fumika were to tell Akari about my true identity…’

“Don’t worry. I have no intention whatsoever of divulging that fact to others, or of making your existence an issue… at least for now.”

“What?” At Fumika’s words that followed, my mind became even more tangled and complex. She had no intention of revealing my identity? Then what exactly were this woman’s true intentions? It was precisely then, as my mind was chaotically trying to grasp her true intentions.

“From the day I first felt your presence… an unquenchable flame began to ignite within me.” Simultaneously with that ominous remark, Fumika very slowly brought her hand to the first button of the white blouse she was wearing. *Click.* As I involuntarily swallowed dry saliva at the sound of the small plastic button unfastening, her white fingers unhesitatingly unbuttoned the second, then the third button in sequence. Her voluptuous I-cup cleavage, swollen as if to burst from inside the tight blouse, tantalizingly revealed itself. My gaze naturally became fixated, as if nailed to her every movement.

When all the buttons were undone, the tight-fitting blouse parted gently like flower petals to either side.

“Haa… Haaah… Hngh…♥” And inside, like an obscene painting drawn on dazzlingly white skin, her luscious breasts were intricately bound with dark crimson ropes. The ropes provocatively emphasized their presence, narrowly avoiding her softly protruding pink nipples. The cruel rope marks deeply etched onto her pale skin, appearing vividly, looked like a lewd work of art in themselves, impossible to tear one’s eyes away from.

“No matter how much I tried to soothe and calm it, the fire wouldn’t extinguish… Look, please♥”

Her shocking and audacious self-exposure didn’t end there. Fumika’s trembling hand sought the side zipper of her precariously short skirt and pulled it down, along with her panties. Beneath the skirt was a lower body as white and smooth as snow. And at its center, along with a wet and glistening secret valley, a vibrator, half-inserted and subtly vibrating, was clearly visible.

“So, I beg, please…” Barely standing on trembling legs, Fumika implored me, her eyes burning with explicit desire.

“Please… fully defile this dirty and ugly body of mine… and make it yours. Like this… like this, I can’t bear it any longer, not for a single day… not for a single moment…” At her utterly lewd yearning, surprise mixed with blood rushing throughout my entire body.

‘I don’t know exactly what’s going on, but…’ If she herself so desperately wished for this, there was no reason for me to refuse. Unconsciously licking my lips, I slowly approached her, a satisfied smile on my face.

The full details… perhaps I can listen to them while directly savoring this shrine maiden’s body, starting now.