Chapter 138: Humiliation
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 138: Humiliation
“Chinami... you in here?”
“Yes. Of course, I am. Is something the matter?”
“No... just checking on you.”
“You said the exact same thing fifteen minutes ago.”
“Sorry. I’ll go.”
After that pointless exchange, Renka closed the storage room door.
Ever since that incident, she’s been popping up whenever Chinami and I are somewhere else. Today’s Friday, and she’s still at it. It’s ridiculous, like she’s some kind of stalker.
If she’s that worried, she should just take Chinami with her and do her manager duties.
“Renka has been very worried this week. Yesterday, the day before...”
Chinami muttered to herself, shaking her head with a puzzled look.
I moved closer to her and chimed in.
“I know, right? What’s gotten into her?”
“I think I have an idea, but...”
Chinami trailed off, glancing at me. Our eyes met, and she flinched.
Quickly pretending to wipe down the protective gear, she continued.
“The gear is in great condition today... Ahem... The club members must have used it carefully.”
“Don’t you think it’s because I cleaned it so well yesterday?”
“...Of course, that might have something to do with it. By the way, isn’t the weather lovely today?”
Her sudden attempt to change the subject to the weather was cute.
“It is. But, Master.”
“Yes?”
“Why do you keep wiping the same spot?”
“When did I do that? I’ve been cleaning it all over, haven’t I? Junior, I think you desperately need to see an eye doctor.”
Chinami played innocent.
I decided to let it go before she got pouty.
“Club activities are about to end, so I’ll go finish up my tasks.”
“Yes, thank you for your hard work.”
Leaving the storage room, I picked up a box full of empty plastic water bottles and cans.
The weather had suddenly turned mild, and since it was a light sparring day, the water consumption was considerable.
I suddenly wondered which of these bottles Renka had drunk from.
“Hey...!”
As I was sorting the recycling outside the club room, a somewhat timid voice from behind made me turn my head.
I saw Renka approaching, her arms crossed.
With an indifferent expression, I replied.
“What.”
She glanced around to see if anyone was nearby before asking.
“Are you really calling me tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“What time?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet.”
“Then send me the exact time today.”
“Are you ordering me around right now?”
“...That’s not what I meant.”
Renka’s attitude became just a little more polite.
It seemed that with the day approaching, she didn’t want to suffer too much and was trying her best not to get on my bad side... I could see right through her.
“Just be on standby.”
“You don’t even know when it’ll be over?”
“Why?”
“It’s just... I need to know in advance to mentally prepare myself...”
I dumped the box, now containing only plastics, into the recycling bin, then folded the empty box and tossed it into the paper section.
Brushing off my hands, I looked down at Renka.
“I’ll decide after seeing your attitude tomorrow.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying you’ll let me go early if I behave?”
To think she’d say something like that herself... she’s come a long way.
I nodded in satisfaction.
“Probably.”
“I’d appreciate a clear answer... Stop playing with your words...”
“If you behave, I’ll let you go early. Happy now?”
At my words, Renka’s expression brightened a little.
“Fine. I’m leaving.”
She’s lacking a bit of caution. She should have asked when I’d let her go.
And what did she think I was going to say that made her agree to behave so readily?
If you try to back out later, it’s your own fault.
* * *
“Hello, Matsuda-kun. It’s been so long, hasn’t it?”
Midori greeted me with a radiant smile.
I bowed my head to her and replied.
“Hello, ma’am. Have you been well?”
“Of course. It’s cold out, hurry inside.”
“Then, excuse me.”
Taking off my shoes, I stepped inside. A savory aroma filled the air, and I sniffed appreciatively.
Is it sukiyaki tonight? The smell seems to point that way.
After greeting Wataru as well, I went straight to wash my hands.
When I returned to the kitchen, the table was already laden with a feast.
The main dish was sukiyaki, as expected, surrounded by all sorts of delicious things, from sushi to various fried foods.
Seeing the spread, a certain thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
A fantasy of waking up to see Miyuki and Midori in the kitchen, cooking for me.
The mother and daughter in aprons, not in this house, but in mine...
What a picture. Gets me hard.
“Hello, Kana.”
Sitting at the table, I waved at Kana, whom I hadn’t seen in a while.
She stared at me for a moment before speaking.
“Hey.”
Her eyes were wide, as if she was recalling the time I’d pretended not to notice as I touched her waist.
Feeling mischievous, I grinned at her.
“Been well? Still mimicking Miyuki’s voice these days?”
“Nope. There’s no one to prank, so I haven’t been.”
Surprisingly composed. I don’t know if I should call that typical of Kana.
She’s the type of character who could really liven things up at my place. Hey, any thoughts on cooking with your mom and sister?
Swallowing those words, I picked up my chopsticks when Wataru, seated at the head of the table, announced it was time to eat.
And so, the meal began.
As I chatted with Midori and Wataru while eating, I saw Kana give Miyuki, who was daintily using her chopsticks, a mischievous smile. I knew something was coming.
“You’re not talking about Matsuda-kun today?” Kana teased Miyuki in a sly tone.
Miyuki’s shoulders visibly tensed, and she scowled.
“Wh-what are you talking about...? When did I ever talk about Matsuda-kun...”
“Why are you so flustered? You were always bragging about what you did with Matsuda-kun.”
“Bragging... Don’t be ridiculous...! Just eat your food...!”
Miyuki irritably picked up a piece of egg sushi and brought it to her mouth.
She looked like she wanted to gobble it down, but conscious of my gaze, she forced herself to maintain a ladylike demeanor, which was amusing.
From the looks of it, not only Midori and Kana, but even Wataru seemed to be aware of what was going on between Miyuki and me.
Miyuki was the only one who didn’t seem to know.
No, maybe she did know but was just too shy to admit it.
After Kana’s little prank passed, I took the plate of fruit Midori had prepared and headed to Miyuki’s room.
Her room was the same as always. It had a rich plum scent and was neatly organized.
Even though I’d been here a few times, it always felt fresh.
And it bothered me. The traces of Tetsuya that still lingered.
It was like a bastard had taken a shit in a perfect room.
Placing the fruit bowl on Miyuki’s desk, I pointed to the ceiling as she urged me to start studying.
“Let’s take those down.”
Miyuki looked up at the glow-in-the-dark stickers on her ceiling and tilted her head.
“Why?”
“It feels like Miura is watching you.”
“.....”
Stunned into silence, Miyuki soon covered her mouth and giggled.
She seemed to think I was jealous.
“How does that make any sense...? Are you saying there’s a camera in there or something?”
“Anyway, let’s take them down. I’ll do it all.”
“Why are you being so stubborn...? They’ve been there for over ten years, so I’m attached to them, and taking them down might rip the wallpaper.”
“I’ll be careful. And we can put up something better.”
“What would we put up?”
“We can pick something out together later.”
“Hmm... I’ll think about it.”
I strode toward Miyuki, who was giving me a lukewarm response.
“Why are you like this already... Let’s study first...”
Did she think I was going to make a move? Why else would she say that?
By the way, saying we should study first... sounds like she’s saying I can do it after we’re done.
“Say you’ll think about it positively.”
“...Why are you so obsessed with this...? Is it that important...?”
“Yeah. It’s important.”
“Ah, fine... I’ll think about it positively... So hurry up and sit down...”
Unable to withstand my persistence, Miyuki gave me the answer I wanted and patted the seat of the empty chair.
It might not be a bad idea to just re-wallpaper the whole room, not just take down the stickers.
With that thought, I obediently sat down in the chair.
* * *
The next morning.
I woke up early, had a short call with Miyuki who said she was going out to play, and then drove to the love hotel.
After buying some simple snacks at a nearby convenience store, I entered the hotel and headed to the room I had booked for a few days.
The first thing that caught my eye was a pair of handcuffs on the living room shelf.
Next to them were not only a vibrator, a staple of BDSM play, but also a ball gag and a flogger—a whip used for punishment with dozens of thin leather strips.
There was even a full-body restraint and a spreader bar to immobilize the limbs...
They had everything, but Renka would probably find it incredibly intimidating.
I wanted a soft room... Is this considered basic in this world? I feel like my eyes are being opened to something new.
I entered the prison-themed bedroom and looked around in admiration. Then, I saw something on the floor next to the large queen-sized bed and smiled knowingly.
They prepared it in just the right size. I’m very satisfied.
Sitting on the edge of the plush bed, I picked up my phone and immediately called Renka.
—Hah... hello.
Unlike last time, she answered the phone quickly.
Judging by how out of breath she sounded, she must have been working out.
“Where are you.”
—Outside.
“I’m sending you the location now. Come immediately.”
—Now...? I’m in the middle of a workout...
So diligent. It’s only seven-thirty and she’s already exercising.
“So?”
—...I’ll come as soon as I finish.
“No. Come now. The location is the same as last time, but I’ll send it again just in case.”
—That... that hotel again...?
“Yes. Fifth floor.”
—It’s a different floor from last time?
She even remembered the room number from before?
My dear Renka... you were quite interested in me, weren’t you?
“That’s right. How long will it take you?”
—...Do I really have to go now?
“Yes.”
—Twenty... minutes should be enough...
She’s given up. Just hearing her voice is about to give me an erection.
That’s right, you have to behave if you want to be sent home early.
“Understood. I’ll wait for you at the entrance.”
—Okay...
After hanging up, I was about to wait for Renka in the lobby when I saw the blindfold on the shelf and my eyes lit up.
Perfect.
I took the blindfold and sat on the lobby sofa, killing time on my phone. Then—
Whoosh.
The automatic doors opened silently, and Renka walked in wearing a windbreaker. I stood up.
“You’re here.”
“.....”
Renka glanced around the lobby without a word and gave a simple nod.
She seemed nervous, given the location.
I smirked. Worried that other people might get the wrong idea if they saw us, Renka urged me to hurry up, and we got on the elevator together.
Once we were in front of the room, I turned to Renka and held out the blindfold.
“Put this on.”
“...This is a blindfold, isn’t it...?”
“Yes.”
She took a slight step back.
Her instincts must be telling her to refuse.
I gave her a gentle smile as she hesitated.
“I’ll do as we agreed. There’s nothing to worry about. I just want to surprise you.”
“S-surprise me...? What is it...? A jump scare? It’s not a haunted house-themed room, is it...?”
“Do you really think a love hotel would have a room like that?”
“...You never know...?”
“It’s nothing like that, so just put it on. I’ll let you take it off soon. Oh, but take off your windbreaker first.”
“Do I really have to...?”
“Yes. You’ll be inside for a while, and it’ll get pretty hot.”
“...Making me do all sorts of things...”
Grumbling, Renka took off her windbreaker.
And then, my eyes widened as I saw her pristine white abdomen, completely exposed.
She was wearing a crop top.
A workout top that revealed everything from her stomach to her solar plexus and clung tightly to her chest.
On top of that, she was wearing black leggings... She looked incredibly sensual.
I knew she dressed boldly when she went out, but I never imagined it would be to this extent... I’m glad I called her early.
From now on, it might not be a bad idea to only summon her when she’s working out.
“Stop staring. Are you a pervert...?”
My gaze must have made her uncomfortable, because Renka’s face turned a faint shade of red.
“Give it to me, I’ll hold it. But it’s pretty. It suits you.”
“Don’t compliment me. It’s creepy.”
So prickly.
Shaking my head, I took the windbreaker, which was exuding a strong blueberry scent, and held out the blindfold again.
“Put it on.”
“...If this is something weird, I’m seriously going to kill you...?”
“I told you it’s fine.”
Did my confident reply reassure her a little?
Renka hesitantly took the blindfold and put it over her eyes.
She trusts me more than I thought. Or did her remaining awareness as a slave judge that she couldn’t defy my command?
Whatever the reason, it was good for me. It made it easier to lead her.
I waved my hand under Renka’s face, confirmed that her vision was completely blocked, and opened the door.
Beep-!
As Renka flinched, I guided her in a kind voice.
“Walk slowly.”
She fumbled with her hands as she entered precariously. I was worried she might fall.
“Should I hold your hand?”
“I’m fine. Just give me verbal directions...”
“Alright. Take off your shoes and take seven steps forward. That’s right... Now five steps to your left...”
Following my instructions, Renka moved at a snail’s pace until she reached the trap I had prepared.
Controlling my growing excitement, I said.
“Now, get on all fours.”
“G-get on all fours...? Why do I have to do that...?”
“Just do as I say.”
“Hah... this is driving me crazy... Is this good enough?”
“Lower your posture a little more. Yes. That’s perfect. Now, crawl forward.”
“This is so annoying...”
Despite her words, Renka obediently followed my command.
I watched as she carefully felt her way forward along the floor. Once she was completely inside the abyss, I closed the entrance and locked it.
Clank.
“Wh-what was that sound...?”
Renka’s voice trembled slightly.
The sound of metal hitting metal seemed to have startled her.
After checking that the lock was secure, I answered.
“It’s nothing. You can take off the blindfold now.”
“Take it off...? Now?”
“Yes. Take it off now.”
“Okay...”
Renka carefully removed the blindfold.
She looked around at her surroundings, and then—
“Wh-what...? Where am I...?”
For a moment, she wore a puzzled expression, unable to grasp the situation.
The place she had entered was a cage.
A cage surrounded by iron bars on all sides, low enough that her head would just barely touch the top if she sat up straight, but with a rather spacious floor area.
“Matsuda...? What are you doing...? I asked you a question...! Answer me...!”
Renka demanded, slowly realizing the predicament she was in.
I gave her a ten-second pause to let her adjust, then raised one corner of my mouth.
“You’ll be spending the whole day in there today.”
“Whaaat...?”
Her pupils dilated, and her mouth fell open just as wide.
She gaped for a moment, as if unsure what to say, then—
“This... this guy is completely insane, isn’t he!?”
Having fully grasped the situation, she began to tremble all over.
Is that the worst insult you’ve got? My ears aren’t even itching.
I chuckled in front of her and crouched down before the cage, scanning her up and down as her face twisted with the humiliation of facing reality.
What words are needed? It’s an incredibly satisfying pose.
I especially like her ass, accentuated by the leggings.
Even her expression is a perfect fit for the setting. It’s flawless.
“Well then, get some rest.”
At my utterly heartless words, Renka shouted at the top of her lungs.
“Hey!! You... you... you rotten bastard!!”
Ignoring Renka’s screams, I tested the strength of the bars with my fingers and warned her in a low, heavy voice.
“I said I’d let you go early if you behaved, didn’t I? Do you think that kind of attitude will help you?”
“Grr...!”
The cage had a luxurious-looking red floor. Renka, who had her hands on it, clenched her fists tightly.
Grinding her teeth as if feeling an immense sense of humiliation, she—
“You son of a bitch...!”
—spat out a heartfelt curse, completely disregarding my warning.
Not just a bastard, but a son of a bitch. How cute.
Letting Renka’s profanity go in one ear and out the other, I opened the fridge, took out one of the complimentary drinks, and took a sip.
Then, I slowly made my way to the bed, lay down, and turned on the TV.