Chapter 250: Renka's Embarrassing Fantasy #3
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 250: Renka's Embarrassing Fantasy #3
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"I'm home..."
At Renka's listless greeting, her mother, who was doing embroidery in the living room, asked with a curious look.
"What's with your voice? Did something happen?"
Something happen... Nothing happened at work.
But in my personal life, something did.
And it was far too embarrassing to tell my parents about.
"No... I'm just extra tired today. We had a lot of customers..."
"Is that so? Will you be able to go to work tomorrow?"
"Of course, I can..."
"The one who drives you is your junior, right? Matsuda Ken... is that his name?"
The moment that bastard's name left her mother's lips, Renka's eyebrow twitched minutely.
"Yes, it's Matsuda Ken. But why do you ask...?"
"Why else? He always gives you a ride, so I wanted to at least thank him. Did he say he enjoyed the sandwiches I made last time? If he liked them, I should make some more."
Thank him?! That couldn't happen.
If he found out her mother was fond of him, the intensity of his torment might escalate.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't torment but rather... indecent acts. Still, there was a high chance he'd use it as an excuse to touch her even more, claiming her mother had given him permission.
"He said he enjoyed them, but... you don't need to go as far as thanking a guy like that..."
"What do you mean, 'a guy like that'? He's a close junior of yours."
"Cl-close? Who said we were close...?!"
"So an acquaintance comes all the way here every day to give his senior a ride?"
"...Well... we're a little close... but we're not that close yet... He just gives me a ride since we work together and live nearby..."
Yet... could I really say that?
It felt like we were already plenty close... but Matsuda wasn't here, so it was probably fine.
"Even so, it's still a kind gesture, isn't it?"
"I suppose, but... anyway, you can't. He'd feel burdened by it."
"You think so?"
"Of course. He's the type who'd be happy if you just tossed him a sandwich, so it'd be fine if you just made one for him in the morning."
"Tossed him...? Speak nicely, dear."
Renka flinched.
For a moment, her mother's admonishment sounded strangely like Matsuda.
So Matsuda's clutches have reached even here.
His annoying and handsome face began to shimmer before her eyes, and Renka shook her head violently.
Then, she offered an awkward smile to her mother, who was looking at her, bewildered by her sudden gesture.
"Sorry... I'm going to my room."
"Alright."
The first thing Renka did upon returning to her room wasn't to shower, but to open the AniShare app.
Venting her stress on Matsuda over the internet had become one of the simple joys of her life.
Since he didn't know she was Ino-chan, she could curse him out as much as she wanted without worrying about retaliation. It was incredibly refreshing. Besides that, MK himself was the type to take whatever Ino-chan dished out, which made it fun.
[MK-nim.]
Several minutes passed after she sent the message, but there was no reply.
The notification must have gone through. Was he in the shower?
To hear him talk, you'd think he was the type to just live as he pleased, but he was needlessly clean...
She would make him pay for making her wait with a barrage of insults.
Just as she was thinking that,
[What is it now.]
A reply from MK arrived, tinged with what felt like exasperation.
Don't tell me he's sick of me. Because I've been so rude?
No, that couldn't be it.
If he got bent out of shape over something like this, he'd just be a petty loser, wouldn't he?
[I don't like your tone.]
[Ino-chan.]
[Yes.]
[You keep messing with me. It's making me want to meet you in person.]
[And do what? Fight me?]
[No. Discipline you. I want to tie your arms and legs with handcuffs and whip you until you're crying and begging that you were wrong.]
The moment she saw that explicit message, Renka's body flushed with heat.
She had imagined it. Matsuda taking her to a hotel and doing just that.
Imagining Matsuda's dead-serious expression as he whipped her made her skin tingle.
Could it be that the reason he'd asked about her staying out overnight and wanting to hang out late was to do that to her?
No...
That couldn't be it.
As much of a pervert as Matsuda was, would he really do something like that?
But considering how he'd acted toward her so far, it also felt like something he just might do...
In any case, staying out overnight was absolutely out of the question.
His lecherous intentions were so obvious. There was no way she could agree to stay out with him knowing that.
He can try all he wants. We'll see if I give in.
[Spoken like true trash.]
[Shut up. I'm busy, so let's end this pointless conversation here.]
[Why are you busy? Getting ready to masturbate?]
[Yes.]
Is he for real?
Was he really about to do that?
Her eyes widening, Renka frantically tapped at her phone.
[Really?]
[Want me to send a picture?]
The moment she saw MK's message, Renka's mind filled with curiosity.
Matsuda's penis...? She was curious. What did it look like?
It must be utterly monstrous, right?
With Matsuda bringing up his genitals, she was suddenly reminded of what happened yesterday.
He hadn't just put his mouth on her chest and blown on it; his hand had gone down below, too.
He hadn't touched the spot directly, but his fingers had slithered over her panties, stroking and fiddling with an incredibly sensitive area.
At that moment, overwhelmed by a pleasure she had never felt before in her life, she had gushed like some kind of lewd woman.
It was so embarrassing... She had tried to erase it from her memory, but now that she remembered, her face was burning up.
Her body felt tingly, too. Not in an unpleasant way, but in a good way.
But the truly ridiculous thing was, even though Matsuda had touched her body without a shred of permission, she hadn't felt any aversion.
Were her feelings for Matsuda really that strong?
Just a month or two ago, she had truly, truly hated him... It was absurd that all of that hatred had vanished completely.
It felt like it had just disappeared naturally, without her even noticing. That was the most amazing part.
"Hah... Ah...!?"
Letting out a hot breath without realizing it, Renka gasped in shock.
Did I just... get turned on imagining Matsuda's touch and his face?
No, absolutely not. This was just because she was embarrassed, that's all.
[Ugh... I'm sure it's disgusting. I'm reporting you.]
[Then don't bring up masturbation in the first place. I need to watch porn now, so I'm cutting this short.]
[Trash.]
No reply came, even after she insulted him.
Usually, he would get worked up and say something back. The fact that he was just ignoring her and ending the conversation must mean he was really going to masturbate.
But why all of a sudden? For what reason?
Could it be... that he got turned on while touching her today...?
If so, was Renka herself the material for his masturbation...?
N-No way, right...?
Gulp.
Renka swallowed hard, her throat working.
She thought she would feel utterly disgusted, but surprisingly, it felt... okay.
And that was what baffled her. This was something she should be recoiling from in horror.
Should I... call him...?
She didn't even know if he would pick up.
As she thought this, Renka moved her hand toward the receiver-shaped icon.
"....."
Unaware that her own breathing had grown ragged, she was in the midst of a great internal debate when—
Vrrr-!
The phone screen suddenly changed, and the name she had saved as [Trash Matsuda] flashed before her eyes, making her jump.
"Heuk...!"
He said he was going to masturbate, yet he was calling her so suddenly. She wondered what his motive was.
Could it be... that he intended to touch his... thing... while listening to her voice?
How should she react then? Should she just pretend not to know? Or should she let loose a torrent of insults?
After running through all sorts of worries in a short time, she cautiously pressed the answer button.
"H-Hello...?"
—What are you doing.
If he were in the middle of that, his voice would be strained or weak... but it sounded calm.
The question was also a good one to turn back on him, so Renka cleared her throat and answered.
"Just lying down... What are you doing?"
—So you're finally continuing the conversation.
"What do you mean by that?"
—Every time I asked what you were doing, you'd just give a one-word answer. Isn't this the first time you've asked back?
Was that true?
Come to think of it, she only remembered always answering him sullenly, so he was probably right.
"Whatever... I'm asking what you're doing."
—At home, watching TV.
When she listened closely, she could definitely hear a TV in the background.
She could hear laughter, so it seemed like he was watching a comedy show.
"Oh...?"
—Yeah.
"What program?"
—I'm not sure. I was just flipping through channels when I called you, Captain.
"The name is written in the channel guide."
—Does the name matter? It says it's called Kyabekuri.
Kyabekuri was a wholesome program where comedians and guests appeared and did various segments.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't verbally wholesome, but it wasn't anything lewd, at least.
Did that mean Matsuda had lied just to tease Ino-chan?
What a despicable bastard.
"So what..."
—Did you just say 'so what'?
"...I did."
—You're the one who asked.
"Wh-What...? What did you just say...? 'You're the one'...?
—Yeah.
"Why are you so rude...!"
—I'm more polite than you, Captain. Anyway, you know what you have to do tomorrow, right?
"What...?"
—Did you forget what I said again?
What had Matsuda said?
He had told her to wear a skirt with a shorter hemline than the one she wore today.
That must be what he was talking about.
"As you know, your words aren't that important to me, so..."
—So, you forgot?
"It doesn't matter if I did, right?"
—You seem desperate to be punished.
"P-Punished...? What am I, your daughter...? To be scolded when I do something wrong...?"
She'd misspoken.
Phrased like that, it sounded like she was admitting she'd done something wrong.
And "daughter," of all things... What a strange analogy to make.
—Hmm... I'll have to scold you a lot, then.
See. Matsuda's voice had already changed, sounding excited.
It was obvious he was going to say all sorts of nasty things the moment he saw her tomorrow.
"Whatever..."
—Have you thought about staying out overnight?
"Don't cross the line. I'm never going to do that."
—I'll ask again tomorrow.
"D-Do whatever you want. No matter what you say..."
—That you won't give in, Captain?
"....."
—Change up your repertoire. It's all so predictable.
This is the first time I've ever had a conversation this intense and suggestive with a guy, so what do you want from me?
Swallowing those words, Renka gave a small, dry cough.
"Whatever. If you're done, I'm hanging up."
—I'm not done yet.
"...What is it now?"
—Are you wearing pajamas right now?
"No...? I don't really wear things like pajamas."
—So you sleep in your underwear?
"Wh-What are you talking about...! I wear a comfy t-shirt and pants...! I'm hanging up...!"
Renka, who had snapped at him, quickly pressed the end call button.
Then she let out a sigh filled with frustration.
She didn't understand why Matsuda always spouted such frivolous words.
He would be so much cooler if he were serious about everything.
But then again, that wouldn't be any fun... so maybe maintaining the status quo wasn't so bad.
Staying out overnight...
If she were to stay out, would they go back to that prison-like love hotel?
To that place where Matsuda had put her in a cage?
Just imagining it was horrif— or was it not?
The first time it happened, it was so creepy it made her skin crawl, but now, it didn't seem so bad.
Perhaps she felt this way because she had gotten much, much closer to Matsuda since then.
Cosplay, caging, a collar...
If it was just something wholesome like watching TV together without any of that, it might be okay.
The problem was that Matsuda had absolutely no intention of doing anything wholesome.
Stretching her arm toward the ceiling, Renka spread her five fingers wide.
She squinted, staring at the bright light fixture visible between her fingers, killing time meaninglessly. Then, she shot up from her spot, intending to head for the shower.
But her eyes fell on the closet next to the door, and she stopped in her tracks.
Tomorrow... what should I wear...?
I should choose something that Matsuda would like... no, that he would hate.