Chapter 240: Renka Training Log 4
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 240: Renka Training Log 4
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I had always thought kissing was no big deal.
At the same time, I thought it was vulgar.
If tangling gross, slippery tongues and exchanging dirty saliva wasn't vulgar, what was?
Besides, the thought of kissing right after eating something, the smell of food wafting between you as you both blushed, was just awful.
So, I had decided that if I ever got a boyfriend, we would just hold hands. If it was absolutely unavoidable, we would stick to a simple peck.
That’s what I had promised myself.
But every thought I’d ever had about kissing was a complete and utter misjudgment.
“Haup…!”
When Matsuda ravaged my gums, his tongue rolling as it tried to invade the space between my clenched teeth, it was as if a jolt of static electricity shot through my entire body.
When his tongue, which had pushed in ferociously, began to explore every part of mine, my mind rang with a sharp jiiiing-! and the world around me instantly turned hazy as a strange, erotic ecstasy washed over me.
Any worries about a weird taste from the popcorn I’d been eating or the sweetness of the latte vanished.
In fact, I couldn’t taste anything at all.
No, maybe it felt a little sweet. A psychological effect, I was sure.
CRASH! SHATTER-!
[Hey! You crazy bitch!]
[What, you son of a bitch!]
Even with the loud crash that echoed from inside the theater and the actors’ furious curses, Renka was unfazed.
She simply surrendered herself to Matsuda, focusing on accepting his tongue as she fell deeper into the intense kiss.
Sliide.
How much time had passed like that?
Renka, who had been letting Matsuda’s tongue do as it pleased without a single thought, suddenly flinched.
A large hand had come to rest on her side.
“...Hhup…!”
As his fingers brushed the sensitive area near her ribs, a sharp breath escaped her nose instinctively.
Perhaps feeling the ticklish sensation, Matsuda’s tongue momentarily paused.
In that instant, a hot breath of air entered Renka’s mouth.
It seemed Matsuda had let out a chuckle, blowing air into her.
Surely he wasn’t laughing at me, was he?
Just as that worry began to surface, Matsuda pulled her in tighter and moved his tongue even more boldly.
And with that, Renka felt a sense of relief.
The fact that he had become more aggressive meant he wasn't mocking her.
That was a relief, but there was another problem.
‘It’s… it’s hard…’
She couldn’t for the life of her figure out how she was supposed to move her tongue.
Matsuda was clearly a skilled kisser, but she was clumsy.
It felt awkward to just stay still, but if she tried to do something, she was worried Matsuda would laugh at her stiff tongue movements.
She’d seen and heard plenty.
But this crazy, sudden situation had wiped her memory clean, and it was driving her insane.
Just as she was thinking that, Matsuda suddenly pulled his face away gently.
Then, with a flick of his tongue, he severed the sticky strand of saliva stretching between their lower lips and brought it into his own mouth.
Renka, who had been looking at him with a puzzled expression, felt her heart pound at the sight of that raw, explicit act.
It was lewd and blatant. She felt an indescribable emotion, but what was it?
The one thing she was sure of was that it wasn't negative.
Gulp.
Renka swallowed without realizing it. The feeling of the thick liquid sliding down her throat wasn't so bad, she thought, as she looked up at Matsuda.
“Captain.”
“Huh…? Wh-what…?”
“It’s okay to just stay still.”
Hearing Matsuda’s composed voice, Renka flinched.
He read my mind. Did he learn how to read minds or something?
Looking at his sly expression, she couldn’t tell if she was annoyed or not.
“Wh-what are you talking abou— Mmph…!”
Feeling like she didn’t want to lose, Renka had tried to play innocent, but Matsuda’s lips crashed down on hers again, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
Feeling his tongue sweep through her mouth, even more aggressively than the first time, Renka let all the strength drain from her body.
At the same time, a hand began to gently caress the space between the underside of her breast and her ribs.
Startled, she grabbed Matsuda’s wrist.
“Ma… Mahjii…”
She wanted to say, “Don’t touch me,” but only a mumble came out.
Why hadn’t she, like an idiot, remembered that her mouth was currently occupied by his?
Even in a state of panic, this was a bit much. She wasn’t a complete moron.
Still, it seemed her intention got through. Matsuda’s hand stopped right where it was and began to gently pat her side.
Feeling that the sensation was actually quite nice, Renka relaxed the tension around her eyes.
Just then, Matsuda’s hand started moving upward again, and she could feel the strength gathering in his fingertips.
He was trying to touch her breast again.
What a total pervert. Is he crazy?
Sure, you see people touching breasts while kissing in movies or R-rated manga and anime all the time, but… is this normal in real life?
‘I don’t know…’
How would I know if I’ve never done it… This is driving me crazy.
Would it look bad if I keep pulling away?
He hasn’t completely cupped my breast, so maybe it’s okay…
Squeeeze…
Lost in her dilemma, Renka flinched violently as Matsuda’s five fingertips pressed into the soft side of her breast and her ribcage.
“Haeu…”
Letting out a stuffy, nasal moan, Renka’s grip on Matsuda’s wrist loosened.
She didn’t let go intentionally; her hand just went limp.
A jolt of static electricity shot up from the spot he touched, creating a strange pleasure.
In that moment, Matsuda’s hand had already slipped under her shirt, which had come untucked from her pants, and was now caressing her waist.
Her bare skin now exposed in an instant, Renka gripped the popcorn container in her other hand as if to crush it.
And through it all, the kiss with Matsuda continued.
As if addicted to gambling or drugs, the thought that she should stop here never once crossed her mind.
She could only hope that Matsuda would control himself, focusing completely on accepting his tongue.
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Thump.
“Hah…!”
Her shoulder bumped against the corner of the bathroom entrance, throwing her off balance. Renka quickly bent her knees and lowered her upper body to regain her center of gravity.
Once stable, she whipped her head around.
She was worried Matsuda might have seen her in such a disgraceful state.
To her immense relief, Matsuda was nowhere in sight.
He’d said he was going to throw away the trash and must have already left.
Relieved beyond words, Renka quickly ducked into the bathroom.
The first thing she did was examine her reflection in the mirror.
“Haah…”
Her shirt was untucked, strands of hair were stuck to her face, and her skin was glistening with sweat…
She was a complete mess. What would other people have thought if they’d seen her like this?
It was a good thing their screening room was the only one that had just let out, and that there weren’t many people around.
Her lower face was tingling, and her lips looked completely swollen and chapped.
They even seemed to sting a little.
This was the result of kissing until the movie was almost over. She was supposed to watch a film, but instead, she’d fallen for the devil’s temptation… How absurd.
Her lips, which had been red from tint, were now back to their natural pink after being bitten and sucked by Matsuda.
The product was supposed to be long-lasting, and she’d been happy with it until now… Apparently, that wasn’t the case.
“This is crazy…”
Leaning her hands on the sink, Renka let out a deep sigh and pulled a tissue from the dispenser, dabbing at her face.
Traces of makeup came off on the tissue.
Just how much had she been sweating? She worried that she might have smelled.
The only small comfort was that her makeup hadn't smudged.
This new one I bought has pretty good staying power. I should use it again next time.
But why was she having such mundane thoughts?
This was right after the major event of her first kiss… Was her ability to adapt just that good?
Or was she thinking about other things because she didn’t want to accept that this was reality? She couldn’t tell.
After tidying her messy hair and straightening her clothes, Renka stared hard into the mirror.
She felt incredibly sorry for Chinami. How was she going to explain this…?
“Haah…”
Matsuda’s words, “I really like you, Captain,” echoed in her ears.
Honestly, it had made her heart flutter. Enough to make it pound for a moment.
‘No…!’
Renka shook her head violently, trying to clear the memory of his words.
This little deviation ends today.
From now on, I will never fall for that sly Matsuda again.
Promising herself over and over, Renka slapped her cheeks several times to snap herself out of it.
She finished up by reapplying her lip tint and was about to leave the bathroom for the lobby when—
“How much is this?”
She froze at the sound of Matsuda’s voice coming from around the corner.
Wondering what it was, she peeked her head past the wall and saw Matsuda at a nearby phone accessory shop, buying something.
In his hand was a small, blueberry-shaped phone charm.
Seeing it, Renka recalled Matsuda’s comment that she smelled like blueberries.
It looks like he’s buying it for me… He has a surprisingly delicate and romantic side.
Her heart in a flutter, she tried to gauge the right moment to step out, when—
‘Huh…?’
After paying, Matsuda’s attention turned to a phone charm that looked like a collar, and she furrowed her brow.
Don’t tell me he’s going to buy that, too…? It even has a bell on it.
For someone who likes discipline porn, an item like a collar isn’t something you can just ignore, but still…
Why the hell is something like that in the store in the first place? I don’t get it.
‘Son of a bitch…!’
Renka was cursing Matsuda in her head when he left the store without buying the collar. She let out a sigh of relief.
So he does have a conscience. For a slick bastard.
“Ahem…! Hm…”
Feeling a little awkward, Renka cleared her throat a few times and carefully stepped out from around the corner.
Spotting her, Matsuda broke into a wide smile and walked over.
She thought it every time, but that smile was just unfairly charming.
It was annoying how a handsome, manly face like his could make a smile that hit her preferences so perfectly.
“You’re back?”
Her own face was already burning up, but he was acting as if their little escapade was nothing, and it made her grumpy.
Nodding silently, Renka feigned ignorance and gestured with her chin toward the phone charm in his hand.
“...What’s that…?”
“This? A present for you, Captain.”
“A present?”
“It’s a phone charm. A blueberry.”
“A phone charm…? I don’t need one… My case doesn’t have a place to hang it.”
“You can figure that out. Wear it starting tomorrow.”
Matsuda stated it like a decree and pressed the charm into Renka’s hand.
It was a cute-looking blueberry. Of course, all blueberries look more or less the same, but maybe she liked this one a little…?
As Renka stared at the charm, Matsuda’s subsequent cheeky tone snapped her back to reality.
“Say thank you.”
“.....”
“Thank you.”
“...I’m not thankful at all.”
“Good job.”
Matsuda praised her in the tone of a kindergarten teacher and patted her on the back.
Was it just her imagination, or was his hand awfully close to her butt?
Anyway, it would be perfect to buy a case that could hold the charm from that shop right now…
But it was awkward with Matsuda here.
Should I just let him take me home, pretend to go inside, and then come back out?
It’s not because of Matsuda, it’s because I like the charm…
“Shall we go now?”
As Renka was mentally justifying her thoughts, Matsuda nonchalantly grabbed her wrist and started leading her to the elevator, startling her.
“D-don’t touch me…!”
“Okay.”
“Listen to me…!”
“I am listening.”
“You’re not at all—”
Ding-!
Renka, who was about to argue back, clamped her mouth shut at the cheerful chime of the elevator arriving at their floor.
Her mind was going haywire again. It felt like she had developed a phobia of sounds.
Her head felt like it was going to spin off, but she couldn’t figure out which way it was turning.
‘Ah, whatever…!’
Just let whatever happens, happen.
But why is this guy’s hand so damn big?
It’s hard, but it’s also surprisingly comforting. I like it.