Chapter 182: A Prickly Tsundere
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 182: A Prickly Tsundere
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[Genes that can't even compare to my husband's pathetic baby seeds...! Please, fill me up...!]
The heroine, her face completely melted in pleasure, was begging the man on top of her, drenched in sweat.
Dressed in a police cosplay outfit and handcuffed to the bed, she looked incredibly lewd.
Even the dialogue was ridiculously cheap.
“Ha... This is insane.”
Matsuda must have terrible taste.
How could he say this had a good story?
It was just a manga crammed with provocative drawings for the sake of a good time.
What you'd call smut. This manga was that kind of genre.
Of course, I knew the artist's style and had seen some of their earlier works, but this one was just too... explicit.
Still, the fact that the art was really good and the facial expressions were outstanding was a plus.
After silently appreciating and analyzing Asagao-san's various expressions and figure, Renka closed the book.
Unless she had lewd intentions, there was no need to read any further.
Matsuda had looked so flushed when he lent this to me...
Surely he didn't... do that with this book?
If so... does that mean I'm touching a book he rubbed his thing on?
“Eek...!”
The thought horrified Renka, and she threw the book onto her bed.
Then, startled, she checked to see if the book was damaged.
It was clean. Not even a crease.
What a relief. She felt absurd and pathetic for suddenly freaking out like that.
What was I even doing during my precious break time...?
A wave of self-loathing washed over Renka. She placed the book next to her pillow and flopped down on the bed.
And then she thought.
‘....Do I have to read the whole thing...?’
Matsuda did tell me to give him my thoughts... and I didn't clearly refuse back then.
What if Matsuda uses this to pick a fight with me?
It seems overly paranoid, but with him, it's definitely possible.
I'll just have to remember one important scene from the beginning, middle, and end.
If he asks what I liked, I'll just bring one of those up and bluff my way through it.
With that in mind, Renka picked up the book again.
‘Ugh...’
The conditioning scene right at the beginning is so... embarrassing.
I don't get why people like this stuff.
Grumbling internally, Renka's eyes slowly scanned the book.
“.....”
I thought it was just a doujinshi that pursued nothing but pleasure, but looking closely, there are some interesting points in the everyday conversations.
You can kind of see why the heroine gets tired of her husband and how she gradually falls for another man.
The standard trope in this genre is for the heroine to meet the Netorinam and fall for his large penis, so the attempt to break from that was refreshing.
Revising her initial pessimistic assessment, Renka popped the peach jelly Chinami had given her into her mouth and continued reading.
Bzzzz-!
Just then, her phone vibrated.
Wondering what it was, she checked and saw a call from her big uncle, who ran a restaurant in a tourist spot.
Renka slipped a character bookmark she'd bought herself between the pages, closed the book, and pressed the call button.
“Yeah, Big Uncle.”
-Renka, you doing well?
“Me? Same as always. How are you and Small Uncle?”
-We're the same. By the way... you guys have winter break soon, right?
“Yeah. After final exams.”
-Then why don't you come down with Ken? Ask him if he's interested in getting a free tour and a hefty part-time wage.
At those words, Renka shot upright.
“No way.”
-Why?
Why? Does he even have to ask?
I'm supposed to watch Matsuda puff out his chest and take all the credit for helping my uncles?
Since I'd be the one receiving help, I'd have to just stand by and watch... The mere thought of it makes me shudder.
And what's with this "Ken" business?
They've only met him once and they're already calling him by his first name... My uncles are ridiculous.
They're not even the affectionate type.
It's pathetic how my uncles were completely won over by Matsuda's... not exactly fake, but overly friendly demeanor.
Twirling a long strand of her side hair around her finger, Renka answered.
“Why...? Because it's rude. You guys run your business so far away... it's an hour by car...”
-What, is it rude just to ask? I'm not forcing him.
“You guys look scary. Matsuda will get scared just thinking about it.”
-Ken? Of us?
Big Uncle raised his voice as if to say, "What kind of nonsense is that?"
Recalling how Matsuda had acted at the restaurant last time, Renka let out a small sigh.
He's definitely not the type to be scared of my uncles.
“Anyway, it's a problem...”
-If you're uncomfortable asking him yourself, just give us his number. We'll ask.
“No.”
-Why not?
“Just because.”
-What? Are you drunk?
“What do you mean, drunk?! I'm busy right now, can you hang up?”
-Is that so? Business has been slow lately... This is a problem.
Bringing up money like that is so cheap...
It makes me soften up.
“Is it really that bad?”
-Not really bad, just a little.
“You sound pretty cheerful for someone who's struggling... Are you lying?”
-Hah, you think we'd lie to you?
“You lied to me all the time when I was a kid. You always played on my sympathy to make me run errands...”
-Well, we used to. Anyway, if you're not giving us his number, ask him for us. I'm hanging up.
“What? I said no...”
Click.
Big Uncle hung up without even waiting for an answer.
Her stomach churning with anger, Renka muttered.
“Hah... Unbelievable...”
He's being just as stubborn as Matsuda.
Is that why the three of them get along so well? Maybe.
“Ah, damn it...!”
Scratching her head vigorously, Renka lay back down on the bed.
I'll think about this tomorrow. Today, I just want to read my manga in peace.
* * *
“What are those for? Throwing them out?”
I was heading to the storage room with two damaged sets of armor in my hands when a third-year senior, who was stretching in front of the club room, asked me a question. I shook my head.
“No. I'm sending them for repairs.”
“Why? They look fine.”
“They're old, and the inside is damaged. You could get hurt if you move the wrong way. So I'm sending them out with the others that need fixing.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Please don't treat the equipment so roughly.”
“I didn't do anything. Tell the other guys.”
“Aren't you competing as the team captain in the team competition? As the leader, shouldn't you be able to take responsibility for others' mistakes?”
“Ever heard of a throwaway team captain?”
A "throwaway team captain" was a strategy where you place your strong players at the front to score three points first, ending the match before it even gets to the team captain's turn.
In kendo team competitions, it's standard to have your most reliable player as the team captain.
However, in rare cases, teams use this strategy of sacrificing the team captain.
It's sometimes used to catch an opponent off guard when there's a large skill gap between the teams, but it was safe to say almost no team did this.
That senior had no intention of doing so either; he was just joking with me.
“I'll just throw you away right now, then.”
“Fuck off, you punk.”
The senior waved his hand, a smile on his face.
After laughing and trading jokes with him, I arrived at the storage room and organized the armor to be sent for repairs.
Later, as I was filling out the equipment ledger,
“Junior, Junior.”
Chinami, who had entered without a sound, poked me in the back.
“Yes, Master.”
“I'm sorry I'm late. Renka wouldn't let me go.”
“It's fine. But what do you mean, she wouldn't let you go?”
“It's just as it sounds. When I said I had to work, she said you'd be fine on your own and that I should help her instruct the other juniors instead.”
So she tried to stir up a rebellion while the master's eyes were away?
What a wicked slave.
“That happened? You managed to escape, I see.”
“I couldn't possibly let you do all the work alone, Junior. But... your handwriting is still as bad as ever.”
Chinami said, glancing at the equipment ledger.
I scratched the side of my head with my pen and shrugged.
“I'm trying, but it's not easy to fix.”
“It's alright. I'm slowly getting used to your handwriting.”
How can my Chinami be so sweet even with her words...
It just makes me want to touch her more.
“Myah...!? Joonyor!”
Her cheeks suddenly squished, Chinami moved her lips, which now looked like a goldfish's.
She flailed her arms, trying to push me away, but our reach was so different that she couldn't touch me at all.
Eventually, she gave up resisting and stood still, submitting to my touch.
Pressing her soft, squishy cheeks with my palm and moving them around, I asked.
“Should we stay like this for a bit?”
“....Do as yoo pwease.”
“Do as I please?”
“Yesh...”
My heart aches. It hurts how cute Chinami is.
Soothing my burning heart, I brought my lips to hers, which smelled sweet as if she'd just eaten a peach.
Peck.
“Hmph!?”
Her eyes flew wide open at my sudden action.
She might have told me to do as I pleased, but it seemed she hadn't expected this.
I admired Chinami's face as it instantly turned pink like a ripe peach, then let go of her stammering cheeks and went back to the ledger.
My relationship with Chinami has progressed by leaps and bounds. I think it's about time I started racking my slow brain.
How can I naturally guide Chinami into a threesome?
It's a day for deep contemplation.
* * *
“Matsuda.”
Renka called out to me as I came out after changing.
I grinned at her tone—incredibly blunt, yet with a hint of shyness—and answered.
“Yes?”
“Take this back. I finished it.”
She handed me the book, which was wrapped in a black plastic bag, while glancing around nervously. It looked like we were in the middle of a drug deal.
I took it from her and asked.
“It was fun, right?”
“It was... okay, I guess.”
“That's it?”
“At the beginning, Asagao has a fight with her husband and storms out, right? Later, they decide to make up, and she goes to the supermarket to buy ingredients for a nice meal, and then....”
Renka recited her thoughts as if she'd been waiting for this.
She explained the story in considerable detail, talking nonstop about what she liked and what was lacking. She must have prepared all this, worried I'd find fault with her.
So transparent.
Since she's showing some signs of voluntary submission, I'll let her attempt to tempt Chinami earlier slide.
“....And that's it. Happy now?”
“Happy now? Why are you asking me? All that matters is that you enjoyed it, Captain.”
“You- you were the one who pushed me, asking if that was it...!”
“Pushed you? Didn't I just ask?”
“...B-but yesterday, you said it would be nice to have someone to talk about it with...”
“I was joking. Don't pout.”
“Who's pouting?! Stop getting lost in your own delusions...!”
“Alright, alright. Why are you about to yell?”
Annoyed by my consistently smug attitude, Renka's lips jutted out in a pout.
So she shows this side of herself too. Have you gotten that comfortable with me?
Mmm... I want to lick those lips that look like they'd taste of plums and spray them with my seed.
Muttering something strange with a prim look on her face as she stared at the club room window, she suddenly called out to me.
“Hey.”
“Yes.”
“That one wish I have left... the deadline is soon, right?”
“That's right.”
“Can you postpone it a bit?”
“All of a sudden?”
“...Well... do you remember my big uncle and small uncle?”
The funny twins who looked scarier than yakuza but were simple-natured at heart.
Of course I remembered them.
“Of course I do.”
“They asked for help during winter break, and I'm planning on taking you.”
“Is that so? You want to use your last wish on that?”
“Something like that...”
“Didn't you tell me to look forward to your last wish? That you were going to make me suffer?”
“Well... I can't really think of anything, and they said business is slow... Anyway, can you postpone it?”
From the looks of it, her uncles must have called and told her they were struggling.
I don't mind, but does this mean we have to film another cooking show?
If so, I should just plan on staying the night there with Renka.
The park there was pretty. A walk at night would have a nice atmosphere.
“Well... sure, let's do that.”
Was she surprised that I agreed so readily?
Renka's eyes widened slightly.
“Y-You'll really do it?”
“The captain's consideration for her family's restaurant sales is admirable, and I'd like to see your uncles again too... so I'll make a special exception. But why the face? Did you think I was going to give you a hard time about it?”
“N-No...? There you go with your delusions again.”
"No," my ass... It's written all over your face.
I let out a short laugh and said.
“Anyway, it's settled then.”
“Okay... thanks. Oh, and... there's one more thing I want to say.”
“Go ahead.”
“I'm really grateful that you're doing me this favor, and I know I'm indebted to you. But I'm using my wish. Right?”
“That's right.”
“So don't try to use this as an excuse to demand something in return... or anything like that.”
I barely managed to hold back my laughter.
The way Renka was cautiously testing the waters, worried I'd seize the opportunity to make her do something weird, was hilarious.
Renka is ripening nicely, too. This is great.
“Alright.”
“...You promise?”
I had no intention of getting anything in return for this.
Because I was planning on getting my payment in other ways.
“Should we pinky swear?”
“P-Pinky what...?! Forget it.”
When I went to hold out my pinky, she turned her head away sharply.
The way the end of her tied-up ponytail swung to the side was quite pretty.
I was watching Renka, who was being snappish in an unusually gentle way today, when the door opened and Tetsuya came out. My mood instantly plummeted.
That fucking bastard has a real talent for ruining the mood. I need to properly screw him over one of these days.