Chapter 145: Magical Girl or Maid?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 145: Magical Girl or Maid?
The next evening.
After dropping Miyuki off as usual, I drove to Renka’s house and found her standing demurely by the front gate, holding an umbrella.
Renka was wearing a shabby tracksuit.
It seemed she’d dressed down since she had no other plans besides meeting me today. How disappointing.
I drove slowly to keep the rainwater from splashing on her, and when I unlocked the doors, she heard the click and opened the passenger side.
She shook the water from her umbrella and got in without so much as a greeting.
“Hello, Captain.”
“……”
“Not going to say hello back?”
“Just drive.”
“Say hello.”
“……”
“Hello.”
“Hi! Happy now!?” Renka snapped, feigning reluctance when I pressed her again.
I chuckled at her classic tsundere attitude and started the car.
We arrived at the love hotel, got the card key, and stood side-by-side in front of the elevator.
Just then, the doors slid open silently, and a man and a woman walked out.
A couple, fresh from their tryst.
The moment she saw them, Renka tried to subtly hide behind my back.
She must have felt a strange sense of embarrassment.
I guess there’s nothing more awkward than running into another couple in a place like this.
“You okay?” I asked once we were inside the elevator.
Startled back to her senses, Renka took a small step away from me.
“What about…”
“Nothing. Let’s go up.”
“…So annoying…”
With a grumbling Renka in tow, I headed to the same room as last time. I watched her let out a deep sigh, likely feeling dejected about being here again.
Then, I pointed to the small, cage-like room with iron bars.
“The sooner we get this over with, the better for you, right, Captain? Let’s start right away. Go get changed in there.”
“Hah… Just 30 minutes, right?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.”
Her shoulders slumped, Renka disappeared into the small room. A moment later…
“Hey! You son of a bitch!”
A booming curse erupted from within.
I knew this would happen. From now on, I had to be even more shameless.
That was the only way she’d wear it.
“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?”
“A problem…? See for yourself! You think there’s no problem!?”
Stomping over to me, Renka shoved the cosplay outfit in my face.
It was a maid uniform.
A skimpy, lewd maid uniform with a short skirt and a neckline low enough to expose about half her chest.
“You said it was mainstream cosplay last time! Is a maid outfit mainstream?” she demanded, her fists clenched.
I sat on the edge of the bed and retorted, “Isn’t this mainstream enough? Lots of people cosplay as maids for Halloween. And there are plenty of maid cafes.”
“Bunny girls and nurses are the mainstream for Halloween! Not maids! And the uniforms at maid cafes aren’t revealing! But this…”
Renka trailed off, her mouth opening and closing.
After a moment of speechlessness, she pointed a long, slender finger at the chest area of the costume.
“You said it wouldn’t expose my chest or genitals! This totally exposes my chest!”
“When I said chest, I wasn’t talking about the whole thing… I meant a specific point.”
“What’s that supposed to…”
Renka’s mouth snapped shut as she was in the middle of grilling me, her brow furrowed.
She’d realized I was talking about her nipples.
Seizing the opportunity, I looked straight into her slowly reddening face and said, “With this kind of cosplay, you have to accept that a little upper chest will be visible. There are no other sensitive areas exposed.”
“Don’t be ridiculous…! This outfit is designed for exposure…! I won’t accept this. From my perspective, it’s way too lewd, so I’m not wearing it. And now, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”
“Alright. It’s not like I didn’t expect this reaction… Let’s go with a different cosplay.”
“…You brought two?”
“Yes. One moment.”
I got up, retrieved another outfit and some props from the closet in the corner, and spread them out on the bed.
And Renka…
“……”
…was rendered speechless by the new costume.
She simply squeezed her eyes shut, a perfect expression of the despair she was feeling.
What I had shown her was the transformation costume of the main character from a recently popular magical girl anime.
A long one-piece dress with a ribbon and an oval crystal on the chest, and a skirt that flared out dramatically to the sides.
White long boots, wedding gloves, and a magic wand with a golden star at its tip.
It was an outfit so childish that even Renka, who quite liked anime, would find it cringey.
“If you don’t like the maid outfit, please wear this one.”
“……”
“You have to say the lines, too. ‘By the power of the stars, grant me the strength to protect justice…’”
“Shut up… You’re giving me the creeps…”
“This one has no skin exposure, though. It perfectly meets your conditions.”
“It’s invalid…! It’s not mainstream…!”
Her desperate appeal to mainstream popularity was hilarious.
“I hear a lot of adults watch this anime these days. Even you, Captain, who dislikes anime, seemed to recognize it instantly. Wouldn’t you say that makes it mainstream enough?”
“Wh-who said I dislike it…? I just said I don’t watch it often…”
“Didn’t you say you weren’t a fan last time? Anyway, let’s say that’s true. Wear this. There are photos for the poses, but to describe it verbally, you lift one foot back, make a V-sign with your fingers, and then wink…”
“Stop! I don’t want to hear any more…! I’ll never do it…!”
She shook her head frantically. It seemed wearing this was worse than death for her.
No, it would be more accurate to say she hated wearing it in front of me.
“It’s a promise, so you have to.”
“Were you always into this kind of thing?”
“Yes. It’s my secret, known only to you, Captain.”
“…It’s so obvious you picked this just to make me choose the maid outfit. Aren’t you laying it on a bit thick?”
“It’s true, though.”
“Fucking weeb…”
You’re a weeb too.
Is this what they call weeb-on-weeb violence? How tragic.
“Thank you for the compliment. If you really don’t like these, I’ll consider a bunny girl or nurse outfit for the next cosplay, as you wish. A cat isn’t bad either, right?”
“Don’t talk about a ‘next time’! There won’t be one!”
“Alright. Just put it on.”
“…I’m seriously going crazy…!”
Renka stomped her foot repeatedly.
It was clear she was at her wit’s end.
After venting her frustration for a while, her gaze settled not on the magical girl costume, but on the maid outfit.
“I just have to wear that…?”
It looked like she was biting the bullet and choosing the maid outfit… It was less humiliating than the magical girl one, right? Good choice.
I smiled brightly and replied, “Just that and two props.”
“Props…? What are they…?”
“They were on the shelf next to the hanger. Didn’t you see them?”
At my words, Renka’s eyes drifted toward the ceiling.
She stood still for a moment, a thoughtful look on her face, then…
“N-no way…”
She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.
She remembered. She remembered what was there.
“Yes. Those.”
“You crazy bastard…! It should be over once I put on the maid outfit!”
“Not at all. Even cosplay has a concept, doesn’t it? This time, the concept is a slave who’s been forcibly captured… so it’s only right you wear those too.”
“You psycho! Die!”
“I plan on living a long life. So, will it be the magical girl? Or the maid?”
At my question, delivered with a sly grin, Renka’s fists trembled as if she were about to strike me at any moment.
I understood how she felt. It must be infuriating to have to choose one when you hate them both.
But you must endure. This is how a slave’s mindset is gradually cultivated.
“Haaa… Your taste is seriously trash…”
A breath laden with frustration escaped Renka’s lips.
After a long, long moment of agonizing deliberation, she looked up when I offered a tempting compromise.
“Then let’s do this. It’s my fault for not mentioning the props, so if you wear them, I’ll end it in 20 minutes.”
Then, as if seizing an opportunity, she made a new proposal.
“15 minutes.”
A five-minute difference from my offer. I could accept it, but I wouldn’t.
This was to instill in her the mindset that I was the only one who could grant mercy or negotiate.
“20 minutes. If you don’t like that, we can set a new date.”
The moment I mentioned a future appointment, Renka bit her lower lip hard.
You want to get this over with today too, now that you’re here.
The more we argue, the angrier you get… right?
So be satisfied with 20 minutes. I’ve already cut it down by a whole 10 minutes.
“…20 minutes starting the moment I come out?”
As expected, Renka showed signs of backing down.
I answered by showing her my phone with the clock app open.
“……”
With a look of utter annoyance, she accepted my proposal.
“Fine. I’ll wear the maid outfit. No more talking.”
“Of course. I’ll start the stopwatch the moment you come out.”
“Okay… I’m putting it on now…?”
“Yes. I’ll be waiting.”
Renka dragged her feet listlessly toward the small room.
She shot daggers at me several times on her way, for good measure.
After confirming she had gone inside, closing the door with a loud slam!, I quickly started tidying up the bed.
* * *
A long time passed before Renka emerged from the small room.
And when I saw her shuffling out hesitantly, my eyes widened in surprise.
She had put on the maid outfit over her bare skin.
Meaning, she wasn’t wearing a bra.
‘Well, look at her…?’
Even though the maid outfit was revealing, I was planning to let her wear underwear.
For Renka, it would be a minimal layer of protection, which was good for her. For me, it would create an even lewder feeling, which was good for me.
So I was going to let it slide if she wore it over her underwear… but this was unexpected.
Have you reached the point where you’re starting to enjoy this?
Or are you trying to do it perfectly this one time so I can’t find any fault?
Just as I was pondering this, Renka, her voice thick with embarrassment, gestured toward the stopwatch with her chin.
“H-hurry up and start the timer…”
Snapping back to my senses, I started the stopwatch, placed the phone on the table I’d moved earlier, and then looked Renka over again.
She was holding one wrist with her other hand, her arms crossed inward as if to hide her body from my gaze. Did she know that pose only made her cleavage more prominent?
She didn’t skip her panties too, did she…?
No, surely not.
“You look so beautiful.”
Renka flinched at the sincere compliment and gritted her teeth.
“…Shut up…”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Accepting her reaction, I went to the small room and brought back the props.
Leather handcuffs and a collar.
Seeing them, Renka glared at me with eyes full of disgust.
“You pervert…”
“I’m at the point where I can just laugh off insults like that. Why don’t you get on the bed and sit down? I’ll put these on for you.”
“I-I can put them on myself…”
“It’ll be hard to do it alone. Just get on the bed and sit.”
Perhaps because she’d agreed to obey me for 20 minutes, Renka let out a long sigh through her nose and went to the bed.
She sat down by bending her knees and splaying her legs outward.
She probably took that pose to avoid exposing herself… but it just makes her look more seductive.
You really are a natural-born tease. That’s why I like you so much.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“I-it hurts…?”
“No. But it might sting if I accidentally pinch your skin.”
“……”
“Put your hands together and hold them out… That’s right. Good girl.”
“A-am I a dog…? Just shut up and put them on…”
“The cuffs are on. Do they feel too tight or pull anywhere?”
“They don’t pull… But why are you suddenly acting so nice…!”
Can’t you feel a shred of gratitude for a master who eases the pressure on his slave, even a little?
So ungrateful. I’ll have to punish you with my dick.
“Hah… How did I end up like this…” Renka grumbled, lifting and lowering her bound arms.
I gave her a gentle smile, and she flinched, casting her eyes downward.
“Now for the collar, okay?”
“…Do whatever you want… It’s not like I have a choice…”
That attitude, I like it very much.
Make sure you maintain it from now on.
Nodding in satisfaction, I reached a hand behind Renka’s neck, gently lifted her hair, and began to fasten the collar.
“Hh…”
As she sharply inhaled, the scent of blueberries wafted over, tickling my nose.
Is this the first time our faces have been this close? My heart is pounding. I hope yours is too.
After carefully securing the collar around Renka’s slender neck, I gently pulled on the red leash and straightened my knees from their bent position.
As I did, Renka’s eyes, which had been following me, naturally lifted, and our gazes met.
Her expression had calmed a little, but a faint blush colored the skin beneath her eyes, as if she was embarrassed by our recent proximity.
The defiant glint not yet gone from her eyes, her head tilted in slight displeasure, the shoulder strap threatening to slip off… the combination was perfect.
That strangely erotic face, a mixture of shame and defiance, was an incredible turn-on.
Seemingly burdened by my intense gaze looking down at her, she turned her head slightly and let out a sullen complaint.
“Wh-what are you staring at… Why are you pulling the leash… It’s so annoying… Hmph!”
She suddenly sucked in a breath, tensing up.
It was because my hand had suddenly reached for her shoulder.
Before Renka could misunderstand, I pulled up her half-slipped strap and settled it back on her shoulder.
Then, I crouched down in front of her.
“You were about to be exposed. No thank you?”
“……”
“Alright, alright. So feisty…”
I grinned at Renka’s prim expression, then let the long leash hang loose as I sat down on the sofa I’d moved in front of the bed.
After that, I simply spent the time staring intently, very intently, at Renka, who sat frozen on the bed like a statue.