No Matter How Many Times I Go Back In Time, I Fall In Love With You Again - Prologue
I had a dream.
A dream of the day where we pledged our eternal love.
[You look beautiful. Chiho]
[Thank you. A-chan]
The warm light of April poured into the chapel through the stained glass windows.
Bathed in the seven-colored light in front of me was my beloved. Dressed in a pure white dress and holding a bouquet of white flowers, she was smiling gently behind a thin veil.
However, the peach-colored lips peeking out from under the veil were slightly stiff.
[Are you nervous?]
[Well, you don’t have to ask me that, do you?]
A voice that bounced contrary to the words.
It was a bit light for a regal wedding conversation, but that was probably a good thing.
The anxiety completely vanished from her lips, and her mouth smiled in amusement.
[You may kiss the bride]
The pastor tells me to touch the bride’s veil.
A thin cloth as soft and delicate as a part of her body. If you turn it over with care, the face of your loved one will appear there.
The only face in the world that can never be mistaken for the face of one’s spouse.
Her eyes are droopy and sleepy.
Small, and lovely nose.
Soft cheeks with dimples.
And the peach-colored lips that awaited me impatiently.
My wife─Suzuhara Chiho.
I could feel the expectations from my wife that makeup couldn’t even hide.
I got closer and I hugged her shoulders.
I gently crushed her plump breasts as I put my lips to hers.
A light blessing sounded beside us as we pledged our future together body and soul.
[I’m happy. I’m so, very happy]
[I am too]
There were numerous dramas before I met and fostered love with her.
─I wonder how much easier it would’ve been to prepare for the reception.
Childhood friends since kindergarten.
The person with whom I’ve spent the most time in this world.
From start until now I was too focused on her, I didn’t even pay attention to the opposite sex, a favor meter fully maxed out.
There are no fateful episodes because we were like that.
Some encounters are like a romantic manga.
A dramatic youth too.
There was nothing to be surprised at.
You don’t have to search for your destined partner like in a rom-com.
Because we’ve been together from the beginning. All we had to do was to express the warm feelings we had for each other.
[What is it, Chiho?]
So I never imagined that day. I can’t believe the sweet and sour, dramatic, coming-of-age manga-like events that test the love between me and my wife after we were married.
As if to say that if it is true love, we can get over it.
[This is a dream, right?]
[Oops, did you notice? Even in my dreams, Chiho is the best. So clever]
[Ufufu, now that I’m wearing a wedding dress, why don’t we do it?]
[Confirmation of love]
In the dream, my wife presses her plump breasts against me, pressing them to the hilt.
Her warmth, her heartbeat, and her breathing are vivid even though it’s a dream.
[Now, A-chan. Let’s kiss more passionately, like a married couple would…]
Tossing the bouquet behind her back, my wife asked me for another kiss after the vow.
◆ ◆ ◆ ◆
[No Chiho, not here. My father-in-law and mother-in-law are watching. Besides, the wedding dress is borrowed– Hah!]
A jittery sound woke me up.
The dream was like reading a romance manga in one sitting.
I wonder what would’ve happened if the alarm had been a little later.
A bit of a shame.
I scramble under my pillow to stop my phone from ringing.
But for some reason there’s no phone, even though there’s sound.
[…Huh? Where’s my phone?]
I searched under the other side of the pillows, under the covers, and under my body, still nothing.
More than that, the alarm also seems different from the usual sound.
Something’s not right.
Could it be that my wife, Chiho, is playing a prank on me? We’ve been married for 5 years, yet she still has that kind of place in her heart.
[Hey, Chiho. Stop playing pranks on me in the morning]
Then I opened my eyes─I was supposed to be in bed, but the floor was strangely close.
Lush tatamis fill the view.
It’s a Japanese-style room. I don’t know why, but I’m sleeping in a Japanese-style room.
The bedroom where Chiho and I sleep and wake up is a Western-style six-mat wooden flooring room. It is not this kind of room.
Where the hell am I?
In a panic, I look for my glasses this time. But for some reason, I can’t find them either.
[Did I sleep with my glasses on?]
I reach up to my nose with my finger, asking myself.
No glasses there either.
I’m not wearing glasses.
How is it that I can see so clearly?
Since entering university, I’ve used my eyes so much that my eyesight has deteriorated to an alarming degree, and glasses are necessary. Without them, I can’t even tell the date of the calendar on the wall.
I had good eyesight when I was in high school─
[Eh? No, wait a minute. This place is…]
That’s when I realized.
This is the room where I used to live.
A used wooden study desk.
Gas pressure chair with casters removed to prevent damage to tatami mats.
Bookshelves filled with manga.
The wall by the window where my high school uniform was hung.
And the 『Fate/Stay Night』calendar for 2007.
There’s no doubt about it.
This is my room in my parents’ house.
Moreover, it’s a distant memory from my high school days─
[Wait a minute, my room at my parents’ house should be a storage room right now. I mean, why the 2007 calendar?]
How in the world is my room recreated to my high school days?
It’s impossible, there’s no way.
I couldn’t believe it, so I pinched my cheeks and it hurt. Seems like it’s real.
[Did I somehow go back in time?]
Definitely, The Girl Who Leapt Through Time.
A suspense rich manga, Boku Dake ga Inai Machi. (TN: Erased, for those who don’t know)
A slightly unique but classic game, Steins;Gate
An immortal monumental anime, Mahou Shoujo Madoka☆Magica
The star of light novels, Re:ZERO
Tokyo Revengers, a unique combination of delinquents and time leap.
Summertime Render, a story of unprecedented time leaps through bizarre and psychological battles. [ED: Pretty solid anime airing currently O.o]
I’m now the protagonist of such stories.
It seems that I’ve gone back in time to my high school days.
[Why? Well, what’s the point? I don’t understand. There’s no reason for me to go back in time]
Suzuhara Atsushi is a 31 year old man. He’s a smooth sailing businessman. Married. He has a wife of the same age and is a childhood friend.
He’s a normal person with no unfinished business or regrets from the past.
There’s no particular problems with relatives or friends.
I had no reason for a time leap.
So why? Why did I come back in time?
I huddle under the futon and hold my head in my hands, but I still don’t know what’s going on. The alarm clock was going haywire on the tatami mats, as if it was mocking me. With a rough hand, I stopped the alarm clock.
[Perhaps I was involved in some strange incident in the future?]
[Am I a magical girl? No, I’m a man]
[Nee, are you awake? What’s going on with this?]
[Then it’s aliens. No, it’s more like the future and me making contact and getting involved…]
[Oh, my god. Are you even listening?]
[No, anything is possible when time leaps happen. From aliens to psychic powers, there are all kinds of possibilities]
[Alright. I’m coming over now, okay?]
I finally recognized the woman’s voice coming from outside the window.
The shock of the time leap kept me on the edge.
I don’t usually ignore her.
If this is not a dream, then beyond the window of my room is the room of my childhood friend.
She’s been with me ever since I can remember. She’s still by my side and is a very important person who supports me.
She’s mischievous, energetic, selfish, cute, and a summer stormy girl.
She used to come to see me through the window of my room, jumping over the garden in those days.
A large figure appears from the window.
Thick and toned legs, trained by intense jumping exercises.
Flabby chest and nipped waist.
Long, wavy black hair held together with an unadorned scrunchie, in the future.
And a gentle face that’s out of place to the model-like figure.
A beautiful girl fell from the window.
A beautiful giant woman jumped in through the window.
She passed through the narrow window of my room and landed on the futon in a spectacular manner. Then she fell on her back onto my stomach.
Gosh, this diving off-entry is a no-brainer move.
I’m familiar with the violent shaking.
The girl who jumped into the room was my childhood friend.
It was my future wife─Chiho.
[Yes, it’s me. I’ve been calling you for a while now, why are you ignoring me?]
Chiho rolls over on my futon and looks up at me.
[No, but, you see, I’m in a time leap right now]
[I don’t care. It’s disgusting how mean you can be to your wife]
She was also the way I remembered her from high school.
However, her appearance isn’t particularly different from the future. Ever since she was in high school, Chiho has had a selfish model body.
Pajamas in pink with white lines.
The buttons on the front of the chest are about to burst open.
[Yaaah, cute. It’s little A-chan in high school. A-chan now is great, but I like him back then too]
[…Mogufu! Mogfuh! Mwagah!]
I was caught off guard by the sight of my wife.
A quick turnaround from being grumpy.
I found myself being passionately embraced by Chiho.
Normally, I would’ve pushed back with a cold pain, telling her to stop, but─
[W-Wait, Chiho. Get away from me]
[Come on. You say that, but you don’t even avoid yourself. Mr. Antisocial.]
[I can’t escape though!]
Why is that not possible today?
I knew immediately why.
My height was rebellious until I was in college, and at this time, I was in the 150 cm range. In addition to that, I was in the going-home club.
I was a skinny little guy in high school.
In contrast, Chiho is 170 cm tall and has a supermodel figure. She’s also the ace of the volleyball team.
She was a beautiful, erotic sports girl in high school.
So to speak, a tricycle to a truck. (TN: comparing body sizes)
I completely forgot that there was an overwhelming difference in physical specs between us at that time.
And her breasts were directly in my face. Not just my face, but my whole body was enveloped by Chiho.
Oh man, it feels super nice.
I can really feel the warmth and softness of Chiho.
I can’t get enough of it… or not!
[Ufufu, you’re so cute in high school, A-chan. Hey, what do you want me to do? Since we’re back in high school, let’s do something we can’t do in the future]
[Ah no, that tickles. A-chan, you’re so naughty~]
[more suffocating noises*]
[You’re in pain. Now, I’m going to make it easier for you…]
[more intense dying noises*]
No, it’s not. It’s painful in a different way.
Not the sad and painful one, but the normal one where it’s hard to breathe. Chiho’s breasts are blocking my face and I can’t breathe. I’m drowning in her breasts.
No, both are painful. My life and chastity are at stake!
I don’t think that’s what my wife feels, though.
[No, Chiho. It’s not the time to be doing this]
[It’s all right. It’s a time leap, so we should enjoy it]
[Time leaps aren’t supposed to be fun. Mouu!]
I pushed Chiho away with all my might, as if I was playing with fire.
[Ouch. What are you doing~, that’s terrible, A-chan]
Chiho rolls on the futon.
My JK wife’s pajamas are in a distorted state.
Considering that I was in such close contact with her, it was supposed to be like that.
My wife, since she was in high school, has been too erotic and cute.
[Chiho. You need a sense of urgency. It’s a time leap, you know?]
[Why? We went back in time to get our life back on track, right?]
[Ah, I see, so you’re aware that this is a time leap]
[Is A-chan different?]
[I’m the type of guy who, you know, completes missions. I solve a case in the past and change the future for the better]
[Ehh, isn’t that overly-conscious? How can a businessman change the future?]
It’s a crazy idea, a mere businessman going back in time and saving the world.
I can’t help it, it’s the way I like it.
[It’s definitely a time leap to start over. I’ll start on my ideal youth life]
Chiho, her cheeks puffed out in anger, probably because she’s been pushed away by me, takes a Poka Poka Punch stance.
[No, it must be a time leap to change the future. We’ll complete the mission, and then we’ll both return from where we came from]
I’m the complete opposite of her.
The situation is so situational, that neither of us can keep our cool.
Unusually for us, a married couple, we glared at each other with sparks flying.
[It’s a slightly erotic ideal high school life, starting over with the winning confirmed heroine]
[It’s a coming-of-age suspense story about a couple trying to solve a time-lapse mystery in order to return to their future]
[What, A-chan, you don’t want to make out with me in high school?]
[What’s wrong, Chiho? Are you sick of living a lovey-dovey life with me in the future?]
[We’ve gone all the way back in time. It’s a shame if we don’t start over]
[It’s not about if it’s a shame or not. ──Uh, what’s that?]
As we argued about our non-negotiable thoughts to each other, I suddenly felt a sense of discomfort from this exchange.
Isn’t it strange?
How can Chiho and I have this argument right now?
It’s a time leap.
Usually, the conversations don’t mesh, and that’s supposed to happen right now.
Wait a minute, is this─
[Chiho, are you also from the future?]
The time-leap argument is temporarily suspended.
I approached Chiho, who I pushed away, and looked into her face.
A high school student, Chiho, wonders with her eyes wide open.
How should I explain it? No appropriate words come to mind.
My wife smiled at me bewitchingly while I was lost in thought.
It was as if she’s an adult woman with a lot of experience in love, who had known the sweet and sour side of love.
[Is it the newly wed? Or am I the one who lived with you when you were in college? Is it me, the commuter wife while you were working? Or maybe it’s me in my fifth year of marriage who works hard on Friday night?]
[You are the future version!]
Chiho, who’s in front of me, looks like a high school student, but she’s not inside.
[She looks like a high school student, but is actually a married woman! She’s A-chan’s wife──Chiho!]
[Don’t do that, it’s cringe!]
It was the future Chiho, my future wife, who knew each other’s personalities, habits, and lifestyle more than the childhood friend one.
Apparently, I time leaped back to my high school days with my childhood friend wife.
I don’t know why though.
And since there’s a married woman inside, though she’s like a high school student, it’s erotic in a way that’s unbecoming of her age.
In front of me, my wife made a double peace sign with her best effort to look smug.
Alright, I picked up something new, even though I said I won’t. But cmon, it’s too good
Anyways, explanation about the lazy TL of dying noises, the words there are basically gibberish, and I don’t know how to localize it, so I hope you guys have some suggestions and tell me.
As for updates, it will be wonky seeing how school started going full time on offline, but I’m sure I’ll slip in here and there. I will split them to parts because one of the chapters has over 100 pages, please guys, I’ll die.
That’s all, and I hope you guys enjoy this, massive shoutout to Sleepypop for getting me raws and helping me out.