Chapter 231: Renka Training Log 3 #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 231: Renka Training Log 3 #2
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As Renka stared at the ceiling with her mouth agape, the events of the day replayed in her mind.
Herself, in that humiliating outfit, doing that stupid bunny dance...
And Matsuda, pouncing on her...
Followed by his deep touch, her body tingling, and seeping into her skin... the savage scent of a male, reeking of masculinity...
Gulp.
Smelling Matsuda's scent still lingering on her body, Renka remembered the attitude he'd shown when she tried to stop him, and she swallowed without thinking.
His gentle, low-pitched voice, a mix of casual and formal speech that was somehow pressuring.
The moment she heard it, her heart pounded, and she thought she was going to lose her mind.
Honestly, it would be a lie to say she wasn't flustered.
It was that pleasant to listen to, a voice that suited the man named Matsuda.
Crazy bitch... I'm really crazy...
It was absurd to have such thoughts while being degraded.
Cursing herself, Renka calmed her mind and, this time, replayed Matsuda's touch.
When he had wedged his powerful thigh between her legs and pressed his fingertips firmly into her bare skin, a strange sensation had washed over her.
A feeling best described as a severe jolt of static electricity.
Was that an orgasm? Or was it just goosebumps from the touch of someone she disliked?
Considering her body temperature had risen and she hadn't felt bad, despite it being an unpermitted touch...
"Ngh...!"
Suddenly, she felt an itch down below.
To put it in the terms of an adult manga, it was a sudden, deep clench.
Instinctively closing her legs, Renka rubbed her thighs, which didn't quite meet, up and down before tossing in her bed.
Why had she just let it go, the shameless act of Matsuda touching her body without permission?
Even more ridiculously, she had even thought it was incredibly Matsuda-like of him.
Logically, it was an impossible thing to think... she must have lost her mind.
Still, she was a little proud of Matsuda.
Because it seemed like he had restrained his lust when she told him to stop.
He must have been dying to go deeper, but the fact that he listened to her was, for some reason, pleasing.
No, what is there to be proud of?
Renka shook her head violently, cutting off the thought.
There was no reason to see him in a positive light, so why was she having such foolish thoughts again?
This was like... a completely reprogrammed slave doll.
It felt as if she had been trained without even realizing it.
Like the heroine of one of the training-genre stories Matsuda liked.
He definitely liked the training genre.
Considering the manga he'd recommended to her on AniShare, and the fact that he was reading a manga called Asagao-san’s Household Finances in real life, his preference was probably for the dominant side.
He liked to dominate women.
All the wishes Matsuda had written were related to training.
He'd made her call him master and forced her to obey his commands in a prison-themed love hotel.
He had even locked her in a narrow iron cage and, after dressing her in a maid outfit complete with a collar, held the leash and admired her.
So, was Matsuda trying to train her?
Like the submissive women in the manga he recommended?
Was he planning to have a fresh, innocent relationship with Chinami, while using Renka as his plaything to satisfy the desires he couldn't act on with the pure Chinami?
As her thoughts reached that point, a curse burst from Renka's lips.
"That bastard...!"
How dare he see her like that...!
I won't be played by Matsuda's dirty hands anymore.
With that thought, Renka went on AniShare to curse MK out, but then her eyes fell on the shopping bag in the corner of her room.
Does he like bunny girls that much? Enough to lose his senses and charge at me?
Of course, the outfit was revealing, so it was bound to stir desire in anyone who saw it...
Matsuda had said something once.
That cosplay was good because she was the one doing it.
At the time, she'd thought, what kind of guy says that?, but now... it didn't seem so bad.
Should I say it feels like he sees me as special?
In any case, it was a huge relief she brought it back with her.
If she hadn't, Matsuda would probably be burying his nose in that outfit, stained with her scent, right about now.
Or could it be...
"Hyaaaah!"
Renka screamed as she imagined Matsuda slipping a hand inside her stockings and fiddling with his manhood.
Just then,
"What's wrong? Did one of your figures break?"
Her mother's concerned voice came from outside the room.
Realizing her mistake, Renka quickly composed herself.
"Ah, it's nothing...!"
After sending her mother away, Renka clutched her chest.
Calm down. Matsuda is a huge pervert, but he's not so depraved as to do something like that.
He should just be ugly... so annoying...
His deep-set eyes and thick eyebrows... and his sharp nose. Even his skin was good.
Recalling his features from up close, Renka's lips trembled as she pulled the blanket up to her nose.
So much had happened today.
What was she going to tell Chinami? Her mind went blank.
What was going to happen to her now?
She didn't know. Her head was starting to hurt. She didn't want to think about anything right now, so she decided to look at her figures to calm herself.
"....."
It wasn't calming her down at all.
Should she just sleep? No, she wasn't even sleepy, and if she closed her eyes, she would only think more about Matsuda.
She worried she might end up staying awake all night.
Swoosh.
Trying to somehow erase her complicated feelings, Renka unconsciously brought a hand to the nape of her neck.
Matsuda's lips had brushed past this spot.
The feeling had been quite ticklish, moist, and lukewarm.
Did it feel... good?
She had been so flustered by Matsuda's sudden actions that she couldn't remember what she had felt at that moment.
But it didn't seem to be negative.
Why? Because she didn't hate Matsuda for it; she just thought he was being mischievous.
But back then, hadn't she felt something hard between her lower abdomen and her groin?
She wasn't sure. But if she was right, it was probably Matsuda's...
Thump! Thump!
Having had a naughty thought, Renka kicked her blanket hard.
Am I a pervert, too...?
To experience something she couldn't have imagined, something that would have repulsed her in the past, and to only feel this kind of sexual curiosity.
Maybe she was like Matsuda... no, maybe she was an even bigger pervert than him.
She couldn't rule out the possibility that some hidden instinct had been awakened.
"Haaah..."
Trying to manage her troubled heart, Renka seriously contemplated her own nature.
At the same time, she tried to recall the feeling of Matsuda holding her.
Entirely subconsciously.
* * *
The next morning.
I arrived in front of Renka's house thirty minutes before work and sent her a message.
A few minutes later, the main gate opened, and Renka shuffled over and opened the car door.
Clack.
"Hey."
"...Uh..."
Renka, who returned my greeting with a soulless voice, had severe dark circles under her eyes.
As expected, it looked like she hadn't slept well.
I abruptly stuck my face in front of hers as she tiredly avoided my gaze.
"Hyeak?"
Then, I looked at her with concern as she jumped in surprise.
"Didn't you sleep?"
"I slept fine. Just move your face... Ngh!?"
Renka, who was about to snap, flinched and shut her mouth.
It was because I had placed the back of my hand on her forehead.
After letting her be flustered for a moment, I muttered.
"You don't have a fever."
"Wh-why would I have a fever...?"
"Because your face is red."
"M-mine?"
"Yep. Anyway, you're not sick, are you?"
"...I'm not... and whether I am or not, mind your own business."
"How can I mind my own business? It'd be a big problem if my slave got sick. I'd have to do all the work."
"You son of a..."
"We're leaving."
I cut off Renka as she was about to explode in anger and immediately started the car.
Putting up with Renka's muttering, which was less of a complaint and more of a whine, we arrived at the cafe. I unlocked the back door and turned on the lights.
"You can change first, Captain."
"Change...? Ah... the uniform..."
How is she going to handle it if she reacts so sensitively to every little thing I say?
There's so much more to come.
"I was going to."
Whether she didn't want to seem intimidated or was just trying to make an excuse, Renka added the unnecessary comment and went into the changing room.
The door clicked shut. I smirked at Renka's attempt to maintain her security, washed my hands at the sink, and quietly waited for her to come out.
Creeak...
Before long, Renka emerged, dressed in her uniform and apron.
Clearing my throat, I tried my best to act nonchalant and indifferent as I called out to her while she walked past me toward the counter.
"Captain."
"Heek!? What...?"
What was that little squeak?
It was incredibly cute.
"Come over here for a second."
"Where...?"
"Here."
I pointed inside the changing room, and Renka's head shook from side to side.
"What are you planning...? I'm not going...!"
"I'm not going to do anything weird, just come here."
"....."
Her long eyelashes drooping, Renka approached cautiously.
Thinking it was funny how she obeyed so well despite her reluctance, I waited until Renka was fully inside the changing room before rummaging through my pocket and taking something out.
"Eat this."
With a rustle, a small, purple-wrapped hard candy appeared.
Seeing it, Renka asked with a puzzled expression.
"What's this?"
"It's candy."
"I mean, why are you giving this to me?"
"I stopped by a convenience store on my way back yesterday and saw they were selling blueberry-flavored candy. I wanted to give it to you, so I brought one."
With that, I unwrapped the candy and held it out in front of Renka's shimmering, crimson lips.
"Here you go."
"...Just give it to me. I'll eat it myself."
"Not listening again. Open your mouth."
"Are you crazy? No."
"Just do it."
"You think I'll open up just because you say that? Get lost!"
She spat out the curse and pursed her lips inward.
I gave a condescending smile to the amusing sight of Renka and pressed the candy against the center of her lips, gradually applying more pressure.
"Mmph!"
Renka's eyes squeezed shut.
I could see her struggling, determined not to open her mouth even if it killed her.
The usual Renka would have kicked my shin if I did this, but now she was only putting up this cute little resistance...
Yesterday's incident must have been a big deal.
I went a step further, grabbing the back of her neck as I continued.
Pop.
Unable to withstand my strength, Renka's lips parted slightly, and the candy touched her tightly clenched teeth.
When I pushed even harder, her teeth slowly parted, and the smooth tip of the candy slipped between them before getting stuck.
From that position, I pushed the other side of the candy with my thumb, forcing it halfway into Renka's mouth.
And my thumb, too.
"Heup...!?"
Feeling an unfamiliar finger pop into her mouth, Renka's closed eyes flew open.
Her gaze dropped to confirm what she was sucking on, and her bewildered expression hardened.
Perhaps her pride was wounded by my mischievous expression, because her eyes turned fierce, and then,
Chomp...!
She bit down on the first knuckle of my thumb inside her mouth.
Even so, she controlled her strength just enough not to break the skin. Seeing that made me feel that the day I could engage in slave play with Renka wasn't far off.
If the old Renka was a noblewoman who had just been forcibly sold and couldn't accept her situation,
the current her was aware of her position as a slave but still had her noble habits, leaving her with a sense of pride and rebelliousness.
I think that's a fair assessment.
"Don't bite. It hurts."
Even as I felt a rather sharp pain, I nonchalantly stroked the back of her neck and the baby hairs there.
"...Mmph!?"
Only then realizing she had allowed my hand on her neck, Renka's eyes widened, and she frantically pushed against my chest.
"You... You...! Die!"
Then, touching her own cheeks, which were red enough to burst, she hurled curses at me and fled the changing room as if escaping.
Even as she did, she was rolling the blueberry candy I had given her around in her mouth.
Bang!
Staring at the forcefully closed changing room door, I licked my lips.
I was planning to show her me bringing this thumb, coated in her warm saliva, to my own mouth and sucking on it...
What a shame.