Chapter 245: Caressing a Slave #3 [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 245: Caressing a Slave #3 [R-18]
“Don’t… Hngh…! Tan… Tangerine…!!”
Renka’s urgent cry rang out.
She must think it’s some kind of cheat code. If she’d said it during our SM play, I would have stopped immediately, but during normal times? Not a chance.
I’m going to do as I please.
I should probably change the word, though. I’m about to burst out laughing again.
Angry that I didn’t stop even after she used the safeword, Renka raised her arm and smacked my shoulder. Pow!
She put a lot of force into it, and a heavy throb of pain radiated from the spot.
Still, it was bearable. I ignored her violence and continued to press my lips and other parts of my body against her fair skin.
“You… you bastard…! If you were going to do this, why did we even decide on a safeword… Haahk…!”
Renka cut off her protest with a hiss, like a wildcat.
Using all her might, she pushed my face away from where it was buried between her collarbone and neck, and barely managed to continue speaking.
“Y-your hand… Where are you touching…! Get it off…!”
“You’re so sexy, Captain.”
My blunt compliment, completely out of context, made Renka’s body flinch.
“Ngh…! What kind of weird thing are you saying…”
“I can’t hold back.”
“Hey…! Even so… Hyaak!?”
A sweet moan escaped Renka’s lips.
It was because I had suddenly thrust my face close to hers.
From a distance so near our noses were gently touching, I admired Renka’s flawless skin as she stood there, stunned into silence.
My hand was still on her rear, gently caressing the area.
“D-don’t touch me…”
“No.”
“……”
Was she too embarrassed to meet my sly gaze head-on?
Turning her head slightly, Renka spoke in a voice smaller than an ant’s.
“I told you not to touch me…”
“Is it uncomfortable?”
“I-it’s not uncomfortable, but… my skirt…”
“Then just stay like this.”
“...What are you going to do if you rip my stockings too…!”
“I only tore the part hidden by your skirt. It won’t be a problem for work.”
“That’s not the point…! Why are you damaging my stockings without my permission…!”
“Aren’t they my stockings, too?”
“What are you talking about now…!”
“A slave’s belongings are the master’s property, aren’t they? If anything, I should be the one getting angry, right?”
At that, Renka’s mouth fell open.
She looked dumbfounded by my utter shamelessness.
I took that opportunity to crash my lips against hers.
“Hoop…!”
As Renka let out a surprised gasp and her hands tightened on my shoulders, I gently bit her upper lip, slowly pulling back before letting go.
As if that new, deep kiss had completely scrambled her senses, Renka’s eyes went vacant.
You’d think she’d be used to it by now, but she wasn’t. I couldn’t tell if I should find it cute or pitiful.
I gazed deeply at Renka, who was just blinking, unable to regain her senses.
Then, just as her eyes met mine and her focus began to return…
Peck.
I lightly touched my lips to hers and pulled away.
A fresh kiss, so light it didn’t even make a sound, just a simple touch.
And yet, Renka’s eyes grew even hazier than they had been during our last kiss.
The reason was probably the look in my eyes.
“...You…”
Peck.
Just as Renka was about to come to her senses, I did it again.
“Ngh…! You…”
Just as she was about to say something harsh, I did it again.
“Ah… Aah…”
And once more while she was dazed.
By the time I had finished the four affectionate touches, the leg supporting Renka’s weight had become so precarious that it looked like it would buckle at the slightest nudge.
She looked like she was struggling, so I lowered the leg I had been holding up.
Her body swayed violently, and Renka clenched her teeth, squeezing her thighs together.
She was trying to stop me from wedging my leg between them.
When would she realize it was useless?
With a condescending smile, I tightened my grip on her buttocks.
Her body yielded easily, folding into my arms like a reed.
“Ah…!”
Because she was tall, the top of her head reached just under my chin.
Miyuki and Chinami fit so perfectly in my arms they feel like dolls… but how should I describe Renka?
Saying it’s like hugging a bamboo wife sounds a bit old-fashioned.
“Move…!”
Renka pushed against my chest with all her might.
She tried to break free from my embrace, but with my arm wrapped around her waist, only her upper body bent backward, which was a funny sight.
I loosened my hold just enough for an arm to fit between our bodies.
Seeming to breathe a little easier, she gasped for air before scolding me.
“Hey…! It’s not right to pressure someone like this to get what you want…!”
What’s with that lecturing tone?
I could almost picture Renka in her thirties, acting just like this as the kendo club coach.
“But if I do this, you give me what I want. So why wouldn't I?”
“W-what kind of selfish thing is that to say…! You sound like a criminal…!”
“Do I?”
“First, just let go of me… Okay? I said ‘tangerine’ earlier…”
“Do you hate it when I do this?”
“It’s not that I hate it, you’re just being too intense…”
“What’s so intense about this?”
“Y-you’re just coming on to me out of nowhere, how is this not intense…! I… I’m…”
She repeated herself, her words trailing off. It seemed she wanted to say that she had no experience at all.
So honest… and so cute.
“So it’s okay if I’m gentle? Since you don’t hate it?”
“We have to work…”
“There’s still plenty of time before we open.”
“...You came early just for this…”
“That’s right. I came early for this.”
“……”
She fell silent, as if she had run out of things to say.
I brushed away the long strands of hair sticking to Renka’s neck, which was already slick with a cold sweat. Then, I slid the arm wrapped around her waist a little lower.
“Hk!?”
As her whole body trembled palely, I gave her a wide grin. Then, with the tips of my fingers, I traced the gentle, rounded curve of her ass, moving ever lower.
My touch followed the hip line of her tight panties until it reached her inner thigh.
“Uwaah…!?”
Renka’s body, looking as if it might faint from shock, began to tremble like an aspen leaf.
“Hey, what are you doing…! Y-you said you’d be gentle…!”
“By my standards, I am being gentle.”
“Where did you hear such nonsense… Hahk…!”
A coquettish moan escaped Renka’s lips as she tried to argue.
My hand was steadily making its way toward the center of her panties.
Each time the tip of my middle finger neared the place where her labia lay, the trembling in Renka’s legs grew more intense.
If I wasn’t supporting her, she would have collapsed right then and there.
“Th-this… this is really… Uup…!”
Shaking her head frantically, at a loss for what to do, Renka unknowingly parted her lips as I leaned in to kiss her.
Seeing her instinctively try to accept my tongue, it was clear that despite her protests, her body was thoroughly aroused.
Slump.
Renka’s form, having completely surrendered to me, slowly began to sink.
She couldn’t muster any more strength; her legs had given out completely.
Just as Renka’s bottom, along with my hand, was about to touch the floor, I tensed my arm and shifted her body’s direction.
Away from the lockers she had been leaning against.
After laying Renka on the changing room floor, I settled right beside her. I slid my arm under her neck, which was now turned toward me, making a pillow for her.
Then, as I continued to kiss her, I placed my free hand on her abdomen.
“Oop…!”
I felt her body squirm and buck, and then I slowly slid my hand downward.
Past her navel, over her lower abdomen, I gently lifted the knit shirt tucked into her waist. My hand slipped inside the waistband of her skirt, tracing the impossibly smooth texture of her skin.
The moment my fingertips brushed against the waistline of her stockings…
“Uuph…! Mmph…!!”
Her mouth sealed by mine, Renka bent her knees and squeezed her thighs tightly together.
It might have looked like a rejection, but she was still eagerly accepting my tongue.
Proof that she was only startled by the unfamiliar sensation.
She’s far more sensitive than Miyuki or Chinami, I thought. I straightened my fingers and slid them under the tight band of her stockings at her waist.
“Hnngh…!”
A choked cry burst from Renka, and she grabbed my arm.
Was she trying to stop me? No, she wasn’t applying any force, so it seemed okay.
Reassured, I carefully watched the changes in Renka’s face—still beautiful even when scrunched up—as I brought my hand to her mons pubis, protected by her panties.
Then, I pressed down firmly.
“Heup…!”
Her hips bucked powerfully.
She must have felt a thrilling, sharp sensation, as she even let out a moan laced with a nasal tone.
I pressed down on her mons pubis once more, enjoying her intense reaction, before pushing my arm in deeper.
Then, using the edge of my hand, I lightly swept down one side of her groin. Spreading my index and ring fingers, I placed them on either side of her labia and moved them up and down gently, as if tickling her.
“Hoop…!”
With a short, pleasure-filled cry, Renka’s legs parted slightly.
The touch on that extremely sensitive area had sent a jolt of arousal through her.
I suddenly wondered, if I had touched her bare skin instead of through her panties, would she have bitten my tongue?
I hadn’t touched the center of her panties, so I couldn’t be sure, but seeing how she couldn’t keep still, her reactions so raw, she seemed to be wet already.
I decided I had to check. I moved my slightly raised middle finger to touch the center of her labia and applied the faintest pressure.
Squeeze…
The sensation of plump, soft flesh yielding slightly, and with it, a distinct dampness.
“Huuungh…!!”
At the same time, Renka recoiled as if she’d been electrocuted, pulling her face away with a grimace.
“D-die…! Just die…!!”
She wasn’t glaring at me asking what I was doing, nor was she spewing unspeakable profanities. She was just showering me with curses.
Seeing that she wasn’t putting up much of a fight, I gave her a gentle smile.
“Ngh…!”
While Renka faltered, as if my smile had struck a chord with her, I pressed my lips to hers again.
And then, as she showed a slight sign of pulling away before giving up completely and letting all the strength drain from her body, I continued to caress her lower half.