'How is it possible that I NTR'ed someone's wife when I'm not even trying to do it?'
Yasuo let out a tired breath and leaned back against the headboard.
He could see the aftermath of the night they had shared. No, even if he couldn't see it, he could smell it.
It was very pungent.
Running his hand through his hair, the love hotel room he was in was quiet except for the faint hum of traffic outside and the soft breathing coming from Sakura.
For a while, he just sat there, his eyes staring at nothing. He was letting the weight of everything settle.
He was actively trying not to be like the original Yasuo, who went around indulging in his netori fetish. He was a different person than he was before and somehow, this still happened — twice now.
But, he didn't feel angry about it. He wasn't beating himself over the fact that he was doing the one thing he said he wasn't going to do anymore.
After all, the circumstances of the two were different than the blackmailing and coercing circumstances that the original would use to his advantage.
If anything, he just found it absurd. It was as if the universe was trying to make up for his change by pushing what he was avoiding towards him.
He could blame it on the alcohol but truthfully, he knew that even if not a lick of alcohol was in his system, he would've still done what he did.
A short and humorless laugh slipped out of him.
"Whoever it was that brought me into this body after I died, be it a god or some universal entity, they must be the same ones playing a joke on me."
Beside him, Sakura shifted.
He turned to look at her and watched as her eyes slowly opened. But it closed not even a second later and she returned to sleep.
It looked like she was trying to confirm whether or not last night was real, and once she did, she was satisfied with the answer.
He got off the bed and went to take a shower. He felt sticky everywhere.
The hot water helped him feel cleaner, but it wasn't able to wash away the hilarious irony of the situation.
Drying off, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped back into the room.
Sakura was sitting on the bed. Her torso was naked, her nipples out, and her blanket barely covering her legs.
She was blinking slowly a few times, clearly disoriented, but her gaze eventually drifted over to him.
There was a pause. A long one.
"...Morning," she said, her voice quiet and a little rough. It was still slightly sore from all the screaming she had done.
"Good morning," he replied as he dropped his towel, revealing his naked body.
Sakura didn't bother to look away and even stared at his member as if she wanted to get a good look at the creature that had consumed her earlier.
Yasuo picked up his clothes and started to get dressed.
After a while, she finally said, "So… it wasn't a dream."
"Nope."
Letting out a slow breath, she muttered, "Figures."
Another silence settled between them. It wasn't awkward exactly, but there was some weight to it. It was the kind of silence that came when so much happens in a short time that once everything settles, it gets a little baffling just how much there is to unpack.
"Do you regret it?" he asked her.
She thought it for a moment, then shook her head. "No."
"Not even a little?"
"Not even a little. I told you, I was ready to end my life on that bridge. If it wasn't for your unwanted help, I wouldn't even be here today."
She laughed. Not a loud laugh. Just a small one that barely lasted for more than a second.
"Last night, you didn't just help me get revenge. You extended this miserable life of mine. How much? That I don't know. Maybe a year."
"That's not a long time."
She shrugged. "I'm just being honest. Although that sex you gave me was otherworldly, there's only so much one session can keep me grounded to a world that I don't want to be in."
"So I just have to fuck you once every year from now on?" he joked.
She could tell that he wasn't being serious with the offer.
With a smile tugging on her face, she replied, "That doesn't sound like a bad deal."
Swinging her legs off the bed, she stood up slowly.
Strength had returned to her body and there was no longer a need for her to crawl like before.
"I'm going to shower now."
She disappeared into the bathroom and when she walked back into the room, her hair was still slightly damp and her expression looked like she was at peace.
She got dressed without much hurry.
There was no rush or tension in her movements. She just behaved like this was something ordinary and not the morning after a five-hour cheating session.
"So? How was it?"
"Hmm?"
"Out of all the girls you've been with, how would you rate me?"
The question was absurd in nature. Why would she want to know this?
Then Yasuo thought about her competitive nature, which desired to be the best. Perhaps that's what was causing her to ask, although she did ask in a casual tone.
"Depends."
"What do you mean?"
"Like your blowjob skills are pretty shit. Barely below average."
That stung.
"Your body has nice proportions and I wouldn't mind seeing it on the cover of a magazine. Especially your perfectly shaped boobs."
"Thank you?"
"Are you sure you want me to continue? I can rate your vagina grip, the wetness, your stamina, the sounds of your moaning, how sexy you looked, how slutty you were, how—"
"Alright alright. I take it back," she laughed. "I don't want to know anymore."
He was so blunt with his vulgarity that she was a little shocked.
"Would you like to join me for coffee?" she asked as she pulled her shirt down.
"...Sure, why not?"
The two of them left the love hotel and walked toward a nearby cafe.
After ordering their coffee of choice and sitting by the window, Sakura powered on her phone and instantly, the smile on her face vanished.
"Wow," she muttered.
"What?"
Tilting the screen toward him, she showed him the messages that had flooded the display. Missed calls.
She began to read the texts and all of them were angry, threats mixed in between accusations.
They ordered coffee and sat by the window. Sakura turned on her phone.
None of them asked where she was. None of them cared to know whether she was safe or in danger.
Locking the screen, she laughed quietly in her head, 'Not a single one of those so-called family members cared enough to check on my well-being. He's just mad that I didn't cook for him after another failed day of gambling. She's mad that I didn't do her chores. Go hire a maid if you want them done so badly. And this little bitch is mad that I took my wallet with me so that she couldn't buy things.'
Her mood was ruined.
"Are you really going to return and stay?"
"...You mean my marriage?"
"Yeah."
She nodded.
"Why don't you just leave?"
"I have no choice. I can't just leave. My parents would lose their minds, and no matter how much I hate them, I love them just as much. Stupid, right?"
She was smart enough to understand that she was being stupid, but the heart is impossible to control.
"What if he brought it up first? The divorce? Do you think your parents would agree to it?"
"I… I'm not sure. Maybe."
"Then what if he disappeared? Gone. Poof. To the world, he would seem as he died. Then you can have a posthumous divorce if you'd like to sever the legal ties with his family. Surely then, your parents wouldn't be able to say anything."
Looking at him sharply, she could see that he wasn't joking.
"What do you mean?"
He said simply, "I could make it happen."
Her brows furrowed at his answer.
"Why would you do that for me?" she asked. She's heard about it. He's a selfish man who only cares about satisfying himself. What was there to gain from this?
Was it her body? If that was the case, then wouldn't he prefer her to remain married?
After all, his fetish—
Yasuo could see what she was thinking and responded, "Consider it my payment for your satisfying performance last night."
He wasn't being truthful with his answer.
The truth is that he was offering her salvation because it was a selfless act of good. An act that was a decision made by the new soul in Yasuo's body.
But he wouldn't be able to explain it, nor did he care about explaining it.
So his answer, although it was a lie, was believable.
Sakura stared at him for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.
"You're unbelievable," she said, shaking your head. "You basically just informed me that you're about to commit a crime and kill my husband."
'Not kill. Make disappear,' he thought in his head.
"Just because I said that my husband is a terrible person, worse than you in my mind, that doesn't mean I'm a criminal. That was an awful suggestion from you."
"And yet?"
He could tell that she hadn't finished her thought.
"And yet," she admitted, "I don't hate it."
Thinking for another moment, she nodded. "Alright. I'll accept. Please help me get this divorce."
As they exchanged numbers casually, like it was no big deal, she whispered into his ear:
"But just because I'll be single soon, that doesn't mean that you can't give me some more happiness like you did last night."
"I'll keep that in mind."