Chapter 146: Renka is Lewd
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 146: Renka is Lewd
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This is overwhelming.
The outfit, the pose... but Matsuda’s smile is especially too much.
‘H-He’s seriously into this, isn’t he…?’
Tying up someone’s arms, putting a collar on them, and treating them like a dog… he actually likes this?
I know it’s his preference, but isn’t this going a little too far?
So why am I so obediently going along with this cosplay right now?
The moment I saw the maid outfit, I was boiling with rage. I was planning to beat the crap out of him…
But after a few exchanges, I somehow ended up sitting here quietly, wearing the costume.
And that gaze of his, scanning my entire body… it feels perverted, and it’s making me blush, but why do I also feel a strange sense of pride?
‘What am I even thinking…?’
Is that to say I’m actually enjoying his stare? That makes no sense.
When will these twenty minutes be up? Time feels like it’s crawling.
Still… he’s incredibly handsome when he smiles… so refreshing…
Isn’t it cheating for someone with such a lecherous mind to look so charming?
Just as I was thinking that,
Tug…
She felt a faint pull on her neck and her eyebrows twitched.
“Hey…! What are you doing…!”
“Ah, sorry. I just wanted a closer look.”
“You wanna get hit? Stop it…”
In response, Matsuda pulled his own chair forward.
If he couldn’t bring her closer, it seemed he was more than willing to go to her himself.
The more I see of him, the more I realize he’s a slave to his desires.
Renka let out a dry laugh and fiddled with the shoulder strap.
“You bought this one because it’s loose on purpose, didn’t you…?”
“What do you mean?”
“The shoulder strap… it keeps trying to slide down…”
“I didn’t realize the finishing would be like that. If it were intentional, I wouldn’t have caught it when it was about to slip off just now. There was nothing about the shoulder straps in the online reviews…”
“Really…? I’ll believe you.”
“Yes. But… no, never mind.”
“What? Don’t mumble, just say it. Stop being annoying.”
“No… I thought this size would be a perfect fit, but I guess I should have bought one size smaller.”
“Then that means you bought a bigger size from the start! It was totally intentional, you…”
Renka, who had been snapping at him, flinched when she saw Matsuda’s gaze drift down to her chest.
She was about to scold him for staring, but then she tilted her head.
His eyes held a look of scrutiny, as if he were examining something.
‘What’s with him…? That pervert…’
Just as she was wondering if he was trying to find a mole that wasn’t there, a thought flashed through her mind and her eyes shot open.
“Hey!! You—you don’t think the strap is slipping because my chest is small, do you!?”
“What’s gotten into you? I never said anything like that.”
Seeing Matsuda’s dumbfounded expression, Renka snapped back to her senses.
She’d suddenly lost her temper and yelled… Why did she do that?
This was no different from shooting herself in the foot. How pathetic, Inoo Renka.
“You’re not even that small. You’ve got a weird complex about it.”
Matsuda’s playful voice followed.
An overwhelming wave of shame washed over Renka, and she raised her voice.
“Sh-Shut up…!”
“Your face is bright red.”
“Shut up! I said, shut up!”
“Alright, alright. I’ll just look.”
Renka was furious at Matsuda’s consistently smug attitude, but she clamped her mouth shut and fidgeted with the innocent bedsheet.
‘This is ridiculous…’
She couldn’t believe she was the one who brought up her chest first.
Sure, Matsuda had provoked her, and she’d fallen for it hook, line, and sinker, but she would never normally talk about something like this…
Swept up in the strange atmosphere of the room, she felt like Matsuda was looking down on her chest, and the words just burst out in a fit of anger.
I’m so embarrassed I could die.
“H-How many minutes has it… Hah!”
After a long silence, Renka lifted her head to ask the time and flinched.
Matsuda’s face was even closer.
Looking at his clean, sharp features, she couldn’t help but think… he really was handsomely built.
Even if his insides were black as pitch.
“…Don’t stare at me…”
“You want me to close my eyes, too? That’s a bit harsh…”
“I asked how many minutes have passed…”
“You told me to shut up.”
“You can at least tell me that…”
“Five minutes have passed.”
Matsuda even showed her the stopwatch.
Confirming that it had indeed been a little over five minutes, Renka’s vision swam.
It felt like at least fifteen minutes had gone by, but it was only five. How was she supposed to endure the remaining fifteen?
“Haaah…”
“What’s wrong? Feeling hopeless?”
“It’s not that… It’s just uncomfortable…”
“What’s uncomfortable? The cuffs?”
“The cuffs, and… the collar is making my neck feel stiff…”
“Is that so? Hold on.”
Matsuda scratched the side of his head and asked for her permission, then suddenly reached a hand behind Renka’s neck.
A large hand enveloped the nape of her neck.
Renka’s shoulders jumped, and she tried to swat his arm away, but…
Press. Squeeze…
As his fingers began to apply just the right amount of pressure to her neck, she grew quiet.
It definitely wasn’t because it felt surprisingly good. It was because it was hard to move her arms, and if she kept struggling, Matsuda would obviously find all sorts of excuses to complain.
With that mental victory secured, Renka felt a sense of relief.
She was glad that she, and no one else, was the one putting up with Matsuda’s twisted fetish.
The thought of him inflicting this on anyone else… was absolutely horrifying.
‘Wait, why am I thinking like this?’
This was the mindset of a submissive slave.
Have I finally lost my mind? Why am I just going along with this?
I need to get a grip.
“Captain.”
Matsuda’s call came from right beside her.
His pleasant, low-pitched voice sent a hum through the air, and Renka lifted her eyelids.
“What…”
“Just felt like calling your name.”
“…You psycho.”
“Don’t you think your personality has gotten a lot worse lately?”
“You’re the one making it worse… Ah, right… Hey.”
“What is it?”
“You’re going to the Winter Competition, right?”
“Winter Competition? For Kendo?”
“Yeah. It’s a team match. Five-person teams.”
“Is that so?”
Matsuda’s eyes darkened slightly as the corners of his mouth crept upward.
He had the look of someone hatching a scheme.
A mix of anxiety and curiosity about what kind of bullshit he was planning to pull this time filled Renka as she asked.
“What is it…? Why are you making that face?”
“Oh, nothing… Well… I wasn’t really planning on going, but…”
“But?”
“What will you do for me if I go?”
There it is. I was wondering why he wasn’t laying down any conditions.
“What is there to do for you? I just asked because you said you were starting to enjoy Kendo, and I thought it would be good for your development. It’s a problem if you react like this.”
“What I’m learning from Master is fun enough. And if she tells me to go, I’ll go, so don’t worry.”
“So you’re saying you won’t listen to a word I say? You’ll only listen to Chinami?”
“Didn’t you just ask if I was going, Captain?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“You sound disappointed.”
“Wh-What are you talking about…! Who’s disappointed… And get your face away from me…! What do you think you’re doing…!”
“I’m giving you a massage. Be a good girl, now. Stay still.”
He was talking to her like she was a child.
Renka bristled and was about to argue, but she decided to just stay quiet.
Getting angry would just be playing right into a trap Matsuda had set.
It seemed better to just shut up and wait for the time to pass.
Just as Renka was trying to compose herself,
“There, that should be better, right? The massage ends here.”
Matsuda removed his hand from her neck and sat back in his chair. Renka snorted.
“Whatever…”
“But, Captain.”
“What.”
“Don’t you want to try something like this one more time?”
“Cut the crap. Today is the last time.”
“What a shame.”
Does he think I’ll go soft on him just because he says that?
What’s so great about being treated like a toy?
Seeing him sitting there so carefree really gets on my nerves.
I’m mentally and physically exhausted right now; the least he could do is offer me some water…
With manners like that, what does he mean ‘one more time’? Not a chance.
That rude bastard has no manners whatsoever…
Muttering curses at Matsuda under her breath, Renka spent the time watching him out of the corner of her eye, her head turned slightly away.
* * *
Toss.
The maid outfit was thrown carelessly onto the bed.
Having changed her clothes, Renka came out. I glanced at her and spoke nonchalantly.
“Why’d you just throw it like that?”
“You’re just going to throw it away anyway, right? It’s cheap.”
“Cheap? I paid a pretty penny for this.”
“You paid a lot for something with such shoddy finishing around the shoulders? You got scammed. How sad.”
“After hearing what you said, Captain, I don’t think it’s a problem with the finishing.”
As I subtly brought up the topic of her chest from earlier, Renka’s teeth ground together.
“Shut up and let’s get out of here. I feel like I’ll go crazy if I stay in here for one more second.”
She’s asking me to leave with her? Our Renka… considering how she was secretly enjoying it earlier while pretending to be annoyed, you’ve really changed, haven’t you?
And don’t feel too insecure about your chest.
It’s much smaller than Miyuki’s or Chinami’s, but compared to the average person, it’s a decent size. And I like that I can get a good handful.
I nodded and picked up the maid outfit Renka had thrown, draping it over my arm.
As I was about to head out,
“Hey…! Wait a minute… Give that here.”
Renka strode over to me and held out her hand.
“What is it?”
“The maid outfit… Hand it over.”
“Why?”
“I feel like you’ll do something weird with it if you just take it.”
“Something weird?”
“J-Just give it to me…! I’ll hand-wash it and give it back.”
I was wondering why she was suddenly acting like this, but when I saw her face flush with embarrassment, I realized what she was talking about.
She was worried I would take it and do something along the lines of masturbating with it.
At this point, isn’t it about time you admitted that you’re the pervert here, not me?
Of course, I have been more open about my desires lately, so I guess a reaction like this is to be expected… but the more I see it, the funnier it is.
In any case, it wouldn’t be right not to play along with such a sordid fantasy, would it?
I gave her a meaningful smile. Seemingly unnerved by my sudden grin, Renka’s eyes darted around. I made a show of bringing the maid outfit right up to my nose.
“Hyaaaah!”
Horrified, Renka snatched the maid outfit away from me.
After stuffing it into her bag, she pointed her index finger at me.
“I-I knew it! You psycho! You piece of trash!”
Why does she look so lovely, screaming curses at the top of her lungs?
Ahh… I want to push her down and have a round with her right now.
As Renka trembled with rage, I burst out laughing before my expression hardened completely.
I called out to Renka, who flinched and took a step back.
“Captain.”
“Wh-What is it…!”
“I think I’m suddenly starting to like you a lot.”
Renka’s jaw dropped.
It seemed she had never in her wildest dreams imagined she would hear something like this.
Her mouth is pretty big. I’ll be counting on you for the blowjob later.
I patted the shoulder of the stunned girl, who was at a loss for words.
“Let’s go. I’ll walk you home.”
“…No… wait a minute… What did you just say…?”
“I meant I like you as a fellow Kendo club member, and as my captain, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t misunderstand. Your tendency to jump to weird conclusions is your biggest flaw, Captain.”
“M-Misunderstand what! I wasn’t thinking anything like that…!”
Renka was back to her angry self.
I shrugged as if to say ‘if you say so,’ then walked past her, opened the door, and stepped outside.
Then I gestured for Renka to come over.
“What are you doing? You’re not coming?”
“I’m… I’m coming! I’m on my way…!”
She snapped out of it and hurried over. I want to keep teasing her, but I’ll hold back for now.
I’ll have to save some for later.