Chapter 244: Caressing a Slave #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 244: Caressing a Slave #2
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“Damn it…”
Renka let out a fierce curse as she looked through her closet.
The thought of having to wear a short skirt today was daunting.
It had been a while since she’d worn a skirt, but that was one thing; she hated that the reason she was doing it was for Matsuda.
Actually, it wasn't that she hated it; she was embarrassed. The thought of showing her bare legs in front of him.
Her pride was a little hurt, too.
If she had just firmly refused him, regardless of whether he forced her or tried to touch her, she wouldn't have had to go through this…
But it wasn't as easy as it sounded… It was driving her crazy.
‘Wait, I’ve seen this scene somewhere before…’
She was sure of it… A similar scene had appeared in the second work MK had recommended, [My Girlfriend's Training Log].
The female protagonist, who never wore skirts, is forced to wear a short miniskirt on her boyfriend's orders.
She recalled how the protagonist was initially ashamed of showing her legs, but as time went on, she began to shun pants entirely.
“That… that bastard…!”
Was he planning to ‘train’ her in the same way?
If that was Matsuda’s plan, he was sorely mistaken.
She would never give in. She would only wear a skirt this one time.
If Matsuda got too rough today, she’d just have to curse him out to MK like she did yesterday.
The thought of Matsuda, who didn't know Ino-chan's true identity, getting angry at her provocations in his private messages, made her smile. It felt like all her pent-up frustration was washing away.
However, Matsuda suspecting Ino-chan had been a close call.
It seemed to have blown over… but she had to be more careful from now on.
She couldn't afford to lose her only sanctuary for relieving stress, could she?
In any case, Matsuda would be here soon. What kind of skirt should she wear?
A tight skirt that showed off the line of her hips was a bit much; he might pounce on her the moment he saw it, and it would be uncomfortable to move in…
A wrap skirt was okay, but it wasn't very practical for moving around, so that was out.
Something flowy, like a flare or pleated skirt, would probably be best.
It didn't quite match her sharp image, but as long as she kept her promise to wear a short skirt, anything should be fine, right?
‘But why am I even keeping this promise…?’
She hated herself for meekly going along with it when Matsuda’s intentions were so obvious.
With a self-deprecating expression, Renka sighed deeply before picking out a skirt that she thought would coordinate well with her uniform.
Then, she put on a pair of high-denier stockings.
It was cold out, and she figured it was much better than showing her bare legs to Matsuda.
She knew he liked stockings, but this should be fine… It was the kind of thing girls often wore in the winter.
Having finished her preparations, Renka left her room.
In the living room, her mother, who was preparing food, widened her eyes.
“What’s the occasion? Wearing a skirt? Are you going on a date?”
“N-No, I’m not…!!”
“If you’re not, you’re not. Why are you getting so worked up? That just makes you more suspicious.”
“...I’m sorry. Anyway, it’s not a date. I just wore it for a change of pace.”
“Really? But you don’t look so good. Is your part-time job that tough?”
Not physically, but mentally, yes.
No, is this even what being ‘tough’ is? I don’t know anymore.
“It’s because I didn’t sleep well…”
“Why? Did you pull an all-nighter trying to pre-order a limited-edition figure again?”
“No… I was just watching a movie… Has Dad already left?”
“Yeah. You should take a sandwich, too. Take two and give one to your friend.”
“He’s not my friend, he’s my junior.”
“If you work a part-time job together, can’t you consider him a friend?”
“I can’t do that. We have a clear senior-junior relationship. If I treat him like a friend, he’ll get spoiled.”
“Isn’t that a little harsh?”
“Not at all.”
She spoke confidently, but it was Renka herself who was being swayed by Matsuda.
She was completely wrapped around his finger.
The problem was, she didn't hate it.
And that just made her even more irritated.
“Should I take this?”
“Yes. Oh, and tell Chinami I’ll make her a peach sandwich, so she should stop by once she’s back from the countryside.”
At the mention of Chinami, Renka’s shoulders flinched slightly.
How would she react if she heard about the somewhat abnormal relationship between her and Matsuda?
That was her biggest worry.
“...Okay.”
Renka put on the coat she was holding, took the sandwiches from her mother, and went outside.
The moment she did, she felt the cold wind blowing between her legs.
Finding the sensation quite unfamiliar, Renka opened the main gate.
‘He’s not here yet…?’
She checked the time. It looked like she still had about five minutes to wait for Matsuda.
She considered calling to ask where he was, but quickly shook her head.
If she called first, it would seem like she was waiting for him.
It wasn't like she was a kid proudly showing her parents, ‘Look, I’m wearing a skirt!’… She’d just let him come on his own.
With that thought, Renka waited for Matsuda, fidgeting with the innocent hem of her skirt.
Soon, a familiar car appeared from around a distant corner. She let out a needless cough and buttoned up her coat.
* * *
The white, oversized cardigan-style knit, the black skirt, the stockings, and the sneakers suited her surprisingly well.
Her cold atmosphere was still there, but it was like a spoonful of freshness had been added to the mix.
The prim coat she was wearing was a slight eyesore, though.
It seemed she wore it so she could cover her skirt if she got upset. It was funny how she tried to put up a defense like this, especially with that pathetic body of hers that convulsed at the slightest touch.
I was already getting hard as hell.
I had to start touching her up as soon as we got to the shop.
I pulled the car up in front of her house.
Click.
Renka opened the passenger-side door and paused, her hand halfway up to give me the middle finger. I smirked.
“Hey there.”
Was my blatant staring making her uncomfortable?
Renka buttoned her coat and got into the car without a word.
I didn't like that.
“Unbutton it.”
“.....”
“Unbutton it. Don’t piss me off.”
“No.”
“Is that so? Then…”
I trailed off as I made a move as if to climb over to the passenger seat.
“Stop…! I’ll do it…! I’ll unbutton it, you crazy piece of trash!!”
Horrified, Renka spewed curses and quickly undid the buttons on her coat.
I don’t know why she bothers resisting when she’s just going to give in anyway… Still, it’s so typically Renka, which I like.
I looked her up and down as she fumed, pulling something out of her bag.
“What’s that?”
“Can’t you tell by looking? It’s a sandwich. I’m going to eat it at the shop.”
“Did you make it for me?”
“I didn’t make it. And what do you mean, for you? I’m eating all of this, so don’t even think about it.”
“There are two. You’re going to eat them both by yourself?”
“And why can’t I?”
“You’re hurting my feelings.”
“...I’ll give you one, so just behave today.”
“Just eat both of them, Captain.”
Renka stared at me with tense eyes as I indirectly declared my intention to do that sort of thing.
“D-Do you think I’ll just let you do whatever you want?”
That line… wasn't it a bit much?
It sounded like something out of a doujinshi about an elf knight captured by an orc.
Mhm… that was a good line.
Like an elf knight who’d been captured by an orc and had just seen his massive cock.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“What do you mean you didn’t…! You just…”
“We can eat the sandwiches together later. For now, let’s get going.”
“I told you I’m not eating with you…?”
“Right.”
She was playing dumb, but it was obvious she was just saying that.
I decided to let it go and ignored her muttering as I drove to the shop.
The moment we got out of the car in the parking lot, Renka started walking quickly.
I followed her into the shop. She clocked in and headed for the changing room, but as she tried to lock the door, I shoved my arm through the gap.
Startled, Renka quickly threw the door wide open.
“Hey…! What if you got hurt…!”
No matter how she acts, she’s soft-hearted.
That’s why I like her.
“I’m not hurt, so it’s fine. Move. I’m coming in.”
“A-Are you crazy…? I have to change…”
“I’m going to give you today’s candy.”
“You can do that later…!”
“I have to do it now.”
“Why…? Tell me why…!”
I didn’t answer her question, instead letting my eyes trail down her long, stocking-clad legs.
Renka flinched at my gaze, and I could hear the sound of her swallowing hard.
She seemed nervous now that I was openly admiring her legs.
“W-What are you looking at…!”
She snapped back as usual, but the pitch of her voice was considerably higher.
I had shown a lukewarm reaction to her skirt, so now that I was acting all excited, she seemed to be feeling secretly proud.
If my gaze had truly bothered her, she would have covered herself with her coat, but she made no move to do so.
I watched Renka as she exhaled a long breath through her nose, her eyes fixed on mine. Then, I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her past the entrance and deeper into the changing room.
“Hhiek…! Don’t…!!”
Then, just like yesterday, I pinned the insincere Renka against a locker and lifted one of her legs by the back of the knee.
Her leg followed helplessly, coming to rest at my waist.
The movement naturally hiked up her skirt. Feeling the uniquely smooth and sleek texture of the stockings, I placed my other hand on her rear.
“Hey…! Hey!!”
She cried out as I blatantly touched a sensitive area.
Her whole body tensed up. I stroked her butt and thigh a few times, then looked at her deeply and said in a low voice.
“Put your hands on my shoulders.”
“Wh-What are you…”
Renka scowled as if she didn't understand what I was saying.
Sliiiide.
When I pulled the stocking taut around her thigh, she looked down in a panic.
“Hey! You son of a bitch…!! Are you fucking crazy!?”
Why is it that I never get tired of hearing the same old insults?
If anything, I find them pleasant.
“Stop it…! I’ll kill you…!”
Ignoring Renka’s vicious warning, I tensed the fingers that were pulling at her stocking and applied more force.
Rrrrip-!
With the faint sound of something tearing…
“Hah!”
Renka sucked in a sharp breath and placed her hands on my shoulders.
Her legs had gone weak, and she was instinctively trying to keep her balance.
I liked that reaction—that search for something to hold onto.
The shoulder of her oversized knit slipped to the side, revealing her pale, bare skin. I marked the beginning of my real caresses by pressing my lips against it.
I wonder if our Renka has a spare pair of panties in her bag.
She’s usually quite thorough in her preparations, but she couldn't have possibly predicted that things would escalate this much, so of course she doesn't, right?
If she doesn't want to get them wet, she'll have to hold back as much as she can.
Though I doubt she’ll be able to.