His girlfriend

Located on a particular slope in the affluent area of the Shibuya Ward, on the top of the hill, there was a large Western-style mansion.

This mansion was noticeable and impossible to ignore, especially when many trees and tall walls surrounded it, giving off an impression of a mighty and impregnable fortress, yet without ignoring the aesthetic of the owner as it appeared elegant and sophisticated. 

Most people would look from afar and then shake their heads since they knew that no matter how they tried, even if they used all of their lives, it would be impossible to buy this mansion. 

Naturally, this mansion wasn't his home since even if he had money, if one didn't want to sell it to him, it would be impossible for him to get it. More importantly, even if he had the "Voice of the Future," he was pretty low-key at making money. He made a lot, but with the value of this mansion, it was too wasteful to buy it. 

Then, whose house was it? 

Well, this was his girlfriend's house. 

Yes, his girlfriend came from a wealthy family, but it definitely wasn't the reason why he decided that it was her among all the women with whom he was close. 

Yup, you might have realized it, but this wasn't the story where a normal high school student suddenly gained a system, then met a lot of heroines, then made all of them his women. 

No, it was the story of the aftermath, the story that happened after he chose one among all of them to become his girlfriend. 

Still, while he might say that being wealthy might not be the reason why he chose this girl, there was no doubt her identity helped him a lot, and as she was used to high society, she wouldn't stumble or be hurt as she understood the ins and outs about the people at the top. 

Were they elegant? 

Were they amazing? 

Would those people bring a sense of reverence to those who saw them? 

Not really. Instead, most of them were snobbish and arrogant, and their emotions would be challenged as their everyday lives changed. 

It was amazing for one to have money, but it didn't mean that one was better due to this, especially when no one knew what would happen in the future. More importantly, what made those people better than most was their parents, grandparents, or ancestors; all of those helped them to achieve their current status, but then again, pride was a normal feeling, especially when one could defend their family's wealth and power to the next generations as it wasn't an easy task. 

Nevertheless, he didn't care about the lives of others who were unrelated to him or just a mere stranger. 

As long as he could live comfortably with his loved ones, he thought that was enough. 

Yet, the problem was that many wished to get involved with him, causing him trouble even though he didn't really provoke them.

Still, who cares about them? 

While in the supernatural or superpower worlds such as DxD or One Piece, all the problems could mostly be solved with their strengths, in this world, a year ago, Masa's body was just healthy, nothing special except for slightly more handsome, but as he had the "Voice of the Future," it helped him to take down his competitors and acquire their companies. 

After all, the entertainment industry's market was limited, and if one got more, then the other got less, which is why many plucked off their opponents before they could even start.

Because of that, when one has no power, one shouldn't cause trouble since those with power could do anything to take you down. 

Still, enough of that since as he was about to enter, the gate was automatically opened, and he heard someone welcome him. 

"Welcome, Tenma-bocchama." 

"Yes." 

Masa had to say that no matter how many times he heard his name was called, it felt weird. 

Tenma. 

Heavenly Horse. 

Or simply a pegasus. 

Due to this name, he was often being teased, but then again, he had gotten used to it, so it had its own charm, he thought, and he treasured that this name came from his deceased parents. 

"Martha-san, it feels weird when you call me that way. You don't have to call me by my family name." 

Still, watching this foreign old lady, who worked as a servant in his girlfriend's home and called him "bocchama," it felt weird, Masa thought, especially when they had known each other for so long. 

"Fufufu... there is nothing wrong, right? After all, you will marry Eriri-ojousama when you reach a legal age." Nevertheless, Martha Marriot looked at Masa with a sentimental gaze and said, "Though, I never thought that naughty brat who often made a young lady cry and dirty during childhood have grown up into a fine man." 

Martha had known Masa from childhood as he was the childhood sweetheart of her young lady, and because of that, she couldn't help but feel sentimental when she thought of him growing up into an exceptional young man who could swoon the hearts of many women with ease. 

If she had to be honest, instead of Masa, Martha felt that it was her young lady who was lucky to be chosen by him. Nevertheless, as a former soldier, she felt something different about Masa; whether it was his appearance or body, she felt that he had become much, much better than before.

"Masa-bocchama, is it just me or—" 

Before Martha finished her words, someone interrupted her. 

"Ah, as expected! I heard the noise of a motorcycle! Masa, is that you? Did you just get back from the gym? By the way, if you have returned, then why don't you tell me as soon as possible?" 

Hearing this voice, Masa turned his gaze toward a young woman with black hair, which she tied in twin tails and dressed herself in the luxurious kimono that showed the advantage of her body. 

Yes, she might not have the bountiful mounds that were dreamed of by every man, yet even so, her slender, shapely body didn't lack a womanly quality as a charming woman. 

"Sayuri-san." 

Masa greeted his mother-in-law, Sayuri Sawamura, the mother of his girlfriend and a widow of one child. Even though she might appear young and might even be mistaken as the sister of her daughter, when she and her daughter stood next to each other, she would be mistaken as a sister. 

Still, while Masa had to say she was a good mother, he felt that she was quite irresponsible, especially with her daughter's education, considering how loose she was at educating his girlfriend. 

"Yes, I just finished my workout." 

"Ah, I see! I see!" 

Sayuri looked up and down at him, then circled around, watching his body that somehow had become better and better, which made her flush red. Then, she stretched her hand forward to Masa's buttocks, but naturally, Masa dodged. 

"What are you are you doing, Sayuri-san?!" 

As he dodged, he hid behind Martha to protect himself from this perverted woman. 

"Don't be stingy~! Let me touch those buttocks of yours~! Don't you remember that we have taken a bath together before? I have even washed your willy before! Or, rather, how about we take a bath together now?" 

Sayuri wasn't sure why, but she felt that Masa's change had become so huge that she couldn't control herself. Yes, before, he was handsome, but this time, he had become much, much better. 

Was it because they hadn't met each other for a while? 

"Madam, calm yourselves. Your expressions have become like those of the men in the hentai manga." 

While Martha was speechless by her madam's antic, Sayuri got angry all of a sudden. "Call me Ojou-sama! I am not old enough to be called a Madam!" 

"...." 2x

However, are you okay with being called like those men in the hentai manga? 

Those were the thoughts of Masa and Martha, but fortunately, someone came to save him. 

"MOM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING! DON'T MOLEST MASA!" 

"Why not? I am sure that he will be happy with oyakodon!" 

"Stop with your strange fetish!" 

"My fetish is much better and healthy than yours!" 

As the two fought each other, Masa and Martha sighed, thinking that this was the everyday occurrence in the Sawamura household. 

Still, it had been a while since he met his girlfriend, so he hugged her in his arms and then hugged his girlfriend and said softly, "I am back." Even if she dressed sloppily with disheveled hair, black glasses with thick lenses, and even a lame green tracksuit, the softness of her body was of that of a woman, and her sweet scent made him at ease. 

"...." 

As Masa hugged her, the girl quickly stopped to fight her mother and then clung to him tightly with tears in her eyes, showing how much she missed him, "Um, welcome back." 

Sawamura Eriri. 

Yup, this was the name of his girlfriend. 

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Yeah, I can't help it. 

Let's go back to the past.

"Saekano" is back!