Chapter 251: Going to a Hotel with a Slave
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 251: Going to a Hotel with a Slave
“What do you think you’re doing?”
The next day.
My words dripped with disapproval as I scanned Renka’s outfit in the car. She just shrugged.
“What.”
Dressed in baggy gray joker pants and a matching, worn-out hoodie, Renka stared back at me with a triumphant look on her face.
One glance was all it took to know she had deliberately ignored my order to wear a skirt.
This is why you can’t be nice to a slave.
I keep making exceptions for her, and now she thinks her master’s commands are a joke.
I snorted in displeasure.
“Go change.”
“Why?”
“I’m pretty sure I told you to wear a skirt.”
“And there’s no reason I have to listen to you.”
“So, you’re going to go like this?”
“I am.”
With her arms crossed, Renka stared haughtily ahead, then suddenly started rummaging through the shopping bag she’d brought with her.
“What are you pulling out now?”
“A sandwich. It’s for me.”
I glanced at her as she answered curtly, as if warning me not to even think about it, and I couldn’t hide my smile.
Because I could see clothes inside her shopping bag.
She must have packed a change of clothes, knowing it would be a problem if I touched her while she was dressed like this.
I didn’t get a good enough look to see if there was a skirt in there, but I was sure of it.
If she wants to get on my nerves, hoping I’ll handle her roughly, then I should give her exactly what she wants.
As I drove out of the traditional neighborhood where Renka lived, I stared straight ahead and opened my mouth.
“Give me a bite.”
“No.”
“You brought it for me, didn’t you?”
“I did not.”
“Hand it over.”
Keeping my head straight, I simply opened my mouth. After muttering something under her breath, Renka meticulously unwrapped the sandwich and held it out to me, feigning reluctance.
The sandwich was wrapped in a way that would prevent crumbs from falling and make it easy to eat.
Did she make this herself? Or was it her mother?
I took a large bite of the sandwich, which smelled strongly of egg salad, and—
“Aah...! Hey, why the hell are you trying to eat my finger!”
She shrieked, staring in horror at her finger, which had been unintentionally coated in my saliva. I just grinned.
“You’re the one who stuck it in there, senpai.”
“You opened your mouth too wide and swallowed it...! You eat like a pig...!”
“What did you just say? ‘Eat like a pig’?”
“...”
“Say it again, nicely.”
“But you did eat it like a pig...!”
“Again.”
“...You did eat it...”
“Why do you always make me say things two or three times?”
My voice was clearly disciplinary.
As if she felt she was being reprimanded, a furious Renka started to retort.
But the moment I placed a hand on her thigh and began to knead it slowly, as if giving a massage, she couldn't get the words out, letting out a sharp gasp instead. Hiccup!
“Hm? Why do you always have to talk back at least once?”
My tone was gentle, but I didn’t look at Renka.
I just pretended to be indifferently focused on driving, my hand moving slowly over her pants, making her feel a mix of ticklishness and heat.
“I-I didn’t talk back...!”
Renka was flustered by the sudden, charged shift in my mood.
As my hand drew closer to her private parts, I could hear the sound of her swallowing hard.
Sliiide.
I let my hand slip between her inner thighs before bringing it to a sudden halt. Then, relaxing my serious expression slightly, I called out to her.
“Hey.”
A low, deep tone.
It was the kind of tone Renka liked.
“Ngh... D-Don’t talk to me like that...”
Just as I expected, a blush quickly spread across Renka’s cheeks.
She didn’t like being called so rudely, but my voice seemed to make it difficult for her to get angry.
Had she already stopped caring about my hand on her thigh?
No, she was aware of it. Acutely so.
Seeing her no longer tense up at my touch gave me a strange sense of satisfaction.
It felt like a slave who had gotten used to being touched frequently.
“Hey.”
I called her again in the same tone, and her body shivered.
She was enjoying it. My voice, seeping into her ears.
“Sh-Show some respect...! I’m your senior...!”
How does our Renka always manage to say such arousing things?
Just like the things she’s said before, it’s all dialogue straight out of an NTR or taming manga.
I’m starting to think that most of the dirty comics she occasionally reads are from those genres.
“I don’t want to.”
“You’re a kendo practitioner...! You have to show respect...”
“I’m not holding a shinai right now.”
“It has nothing to do with the shinai...! From the moment a kendo practitioner receives their uniform, mutual respect is a virtue...! The coach and everyone else set an example, so you should follow it...!”
“You never set an example for me. You were always dying to tear me down.”
“You... you...? Did you just call me ‘you’...!?”
“Should I call you Inoo, then?”
“M-Matsuda! I told you to be respectful...!”
“Or can I just use your first name?”
“You crazy bastard!”
Renka yelled.
She was so much fun to tease that I felt an urge to keep going.
But I held back. This wasn’t the right place to enjoy some bubbly, lovey-dovey banter with Renka.
Giving a simple nod, I removed my hand from her thigh.
“Alright.”
The formal speech came out naturally again.
Renka let out a scoff, then fiddled with the spot on her thigh where my hand had been.
It seemed like an instinctive gesture, tinged with a hint of disappointment.
Don’t be too upset. I’m going to touch you all over once we’re in the cafe anyway.
I swallowed those words and ignored her as she glared at me, fuming, and continued to drive.
* * *
“...You change first.”
Renka said, setting her shopping bag down in a corner.
I tilted my head and asked.
“Why? You always change first, senpai.”
“...”
“Are you worried I’ll touch you again?”
“Y-You know you will...”
“Then it doesn’t matter who goes first, does it? The fact that you’re going into the changing room won’t change, right?”
“Shut up...! I was just going to run to the convenience store...”
Even though I’d explicitly stated my intention to touch her, her resistance wasn’t that strong.
She didn’t look excited, but there wasn’t much aversion either.
She’s been wonderfully conditioned.
“Why the convenience store?”
“None of your business...”
“There you go again.”
I took a bold step toward Renka, my words laced with a threat of action. She flinched and tried to back away, but then her eyes widened in defiance.
“What...! What are you gonna do...!”
“Good job. I like it when you act like that, senpai.”
A blush crept onto Renka’s cheeks.
It seemed my words were quite pleasing to her.
“Shut up...! Anyway, I’ll be back...”
“Okay. While you’re there, could you pick something up for me?”
“What is it? I’ll get it.”
“Just a box of condoms. The ultra-thin kind.”
At my words, Renka’s fierce expression instantly went blank.
“Wh-What...? What did you say...? Condoms...?”
“Yes.”
“Wh-What do you need condoms for...?”
“I just suddenly felt like having some.”
“Does that... even make sense...?”
“Why wouldn’t it? Anyway, get them for me. Got it?”
I soothed her with a gentle tone, patting her waist lightly as I gave her a bright smile.
That seemed to snap her back to her senses, and she shook her head firmly.
“N-No...!”
“Why not?”
“Why should I have to buy your condoms...!? You should buy things like that yourself...!”
“We’re going to use them together, so what does it matter who buys them?”
“T-Together...? Ah...”
Renka let out a short gasp, her body swaying for a moment.
It seemed my sudden, direct comment had made her dizzy.
At first glance, Renka might seem like a strong woman who says whatever she wants, but she’s actually very soft on the inside.
She has the delicate sensibilities of a young girl who gets embarrassed easily.
So, bringing up condoms was bound to get a reaction like this. It was only natural.
I gently patted the back of the utterly dumbfounded Renka and said.
“I’m kidding. You don’t have to buy them.”
“...A-Are you really kidding...?”
Of course, I was.
I had no intention of ever using a condom with Renka.
“Yes.”
As I gave a concise nod, Renka let out a sigh of relief before lashing out.
“Why would you joke like that...!!”
“I’m sorry. Are you really mad?”
“Mad or not, it’s incredibly rude to say something like that to someone of the opposite sex you’re not even close to...!”
“We’re not close?”
“...O-Of course, we’ve gotten closer than before... but we’re not that close...!”
I snorted at Renka’s ridiculous excuse.
Then, before she could react, I swiftly wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into my embrace.
“Hic...!”
As usual, she gasped, her whole body freezing up.
I brought my face so close that our lips were almost touching and asked in a serious tone,
“If we’re not that close, do we do things like this?”
“...”
“You’re not even pulling away.”
“I-I want to, but I can’t beat you in a fight...”
“So you’ve just given up?”
“It’s just... well...”
She was deliberately avoiding my gaze, dodging the question.
Which meant her claim that she couldn’t beat me was just an excuse.
Still so dishonest. It makes her seem even more feisty.
My expression hardened as I brought my lips to the ear of the hesitating Renka.
As she flinched at the feeling of my breath, I got to the point.
“Can you stay out late tonight?”
“...What...?”