Chapter 252: Going to a Hotel with a Slave #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 252: Going to a Hotel with a Slave #2
“W-What do you mean by that...?”
Renka’s voice trembled. It meant she’d perfectly understood what I meant by asking if she could stay out late.
With my hand resting on her slender waist, I spoke in a level tone, neither high nor low.
“It’s exactly what it sounds like. I’m asking if you can stay out late.”
“Why...?”
“To do this and that.”
“W-What is ‘this and that’...? What exactly...?”
Looks like our Renka has a lot of questions.
Well, even a slave is allowed to be curious, I suppose.
Her body twitched, as if she was already starting to feel my touch. I gently stroked her back and answered.
“What I’m doing right now.”
“...Is that all...?”
“It could be the end, or it could be the beginning.”
“W-Why are you being so vague...! What are you, a philosopher...? Stop acting so out of character and just tell me straight...!”
“There’s an edge to your voice. I don’t like it.”
“And what are you going to do if you don’t like it...!”
“What should I do?”
“...Why are you asking me that...”
I looked straight at the anxious Renka, then tapped my index finger against my cheek with a playful smile.
Just then, Renka’s eyes, which had been drooping, shot wide open.
“W-What are you doing...?”
“Don’t play dumb. You know what to do.”
“What do you mean, I know what to do...! No...!”
“Then I’ll have to punish you.”
“Punish me...? Are you insane...!? What did I do wrong...?”
“I’ll count to ten.”
Having made my declaration, I began counting, making sure Renka could hear me.
Ten, nine, eight, seven...
With each rapidly passing second, Renka’s eyes grew incredibly anxious.
“I won’t...! I’m not doing it...!”
“Six, five, four...”
“W-Wait...! That’s too fast...! Slower...”
“Three, two...”
“You... you bastard...!”
Renka scowled, scrunching up her face.
She hesitated, clearly reluctant, but the moment the word “one” left my lips, she squeezed her eyes shut.
Then, she pressed her lips against my cheek.
A moist sensation on my smooth skin.
There was no sound, which was a bit anticlimactic, but I liked it because I could feel Renka’s fluttering heart.
Filled with satisfaction, I grinned at the deeply embarrassed Renka.
“Did you force yourself?”
“...Y-You said you’d punish me if I didn’t... you piece of trash...”
“That’s right. Good girl.”
“Shut up...”
I don’t know why I find Renka’s humiliated expression so appealing.
Letting her go, I pointed to the changing room.
“Go get changed now.”
“.....”
“What? Something you want to say?”
“That...”
“That what?”
“The candy...”
“You wanted it?”
“W-Who said I wanted it...! I’m just trying to get it over with...!”
Mm-hmm. She’s starting to adapt and submit to her life as a slave.
I happily took out the candy and led the hesitating Renka into the changing room.
Ignoring her protests about why I was coming in, I held the candy to her lips.
“Eat.”
“.....”
She was cute, cautiously opening her mouth while glancing at me.
I slipped the candy into the small opening and chuckled when I heard the sound of it rolling around inside her mouth.
“Is it good?”
“G-Get out now...”
“You’re staying with me late tonight, okay?”
“What...! I never said I would...!”
“That’s what I’ll assume. Hurry up and change, then come out.”
“What do you mean, ‘hurry up and change’...! There’s still plenty of time...!”
“Then take your time.”
Thud.
I picked up the shopping bag from outside the changing room and set it down in front of her. She flinched and quickly hid it behind her back.
Then she gestured for me to leave.
“Get lost now...”
“You’ll regret it if you keep swearing.”
“...Please leave.”
“There you go. That’s how you ask nicely.”
I patted Renka’s bottom in a praising tone. She recoiled in disgust, and I chuckled as I left the changing room.
Time is going to pass slowly at work today.
I just have a feeling.
* * *
When she came out dressed in her uniform skirt, I stared at her intently. Displeased that I seemed to like it, she grumbled.
“This is... I was afraid the manager would say something if I wore sweatpants...”
Then she could have just brought jeans.
It was funny how she was making up such a lame excuse.
“I see.”
“I definitely didn’t wear this for you, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t get the wrong idea.”
Renka turned her head away haughtily and walked past me.
Why do I find the classic lines and actions of a tsundere so arousing?
Maybe it’s because the haughty, aggressive image she had at the beginning has started to peel away.
After finishing our preparations and opening the cafe, we passed the time making drinks for the few customers who trickled in.
I thought it would be busy, but it was surprisingly quiet.
Is this God’s plan, telling me to save my energy for the hotel?
I haven’t made an offering lately. I should stop by a shrine soon.
“Are you skipping lunch again today?”
I asked after seeing the last customer out. Renka, who was organizing supplies, answered firmly.
“I’m not eating. You go get it.”
“Is that an order?”
“As the club captain, I’m allowed to order a club member around...! Besides, you do it to me all the time...!”
Such a preachy tone.
If it were anyone else, I would have frowned, but coming from Renka, I just liked it.
I guess it’s because I know she’s just snapping at me because she hates to lose.
“That’s because I’m the captain’s owner.”
“Cut the bullshit.”
“You think it’s bullshit?”
“Ugh...!”
Overwhelmed by my intensity, Renka took a step back.
Her long, pale legs were visible beneath her skirt.
Sensing my gaze as I admired them, Renka grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it down.
“W-What are you staring at...! Eyes down...!”
“Didn’t you wear it for me to see?”
“Don’t be sarcastic...! You know how annoying that is...?”
“I’m sorry.”
Renka’s eyes widened, surprised that I had apologized so readily instead of being a smartass.
With no customers around, I wrapped my arm around her waist and continued in a gentle voice.
“I’ll go get lunch. What do you want to eat?”
“W-What’s with you all of a sudden...! Get away from me...!”
Her words said to go away, but her body was calmly accepting my touch.
This wasn’t the first or second time Renka had been like this.
Ever since our relationship had progressed rapidly, she’d said the same thing every time a similar situation arose.
Knowing there was no real sincerity in her words, I pulled her even closer.
“Just tell me what you want to eat.”
“...Anything...”
“Then I’ll get you Negitama. What size?”
“Regular size...”
“Got it.”
“B-But... hey...”
“What.”
“What are we going to do so late...?”
She changed the subject right after deciding on her meal.
It seemed she had a premonition that something big would happen on our date today.
“I told you, this and that.”
“Where are we going...?”
“A hotel.”
When I stated our destination for the evening without hesitation, Renka swallowed hard.
“A h-hotel...?”
“Yes. It’s too much trouble to wander around, so I figured we’d stay there. We can watch that anime you like, have dinner together, things like that.”
“We’re going to do everything there...?”
“Don’t you remember we ate at the hotel last time?”
“I remember... but... is that really all we’re going to do?”
“That depends on what you do, Captain.”
“What I... How does what I do change things...?”
“I don’t know. It’s not like I can read your mind. Anyway, I’m going to eat first, okay?”
“Huh...? Oh... okay...”
I gave Renka, who answered in a tense voice, an affectionate kiss on the forehead, then left the cafe just as she was about to freak out.
* * *
By the time our shift was ending, Renka had changed into the clothes she’d brought in her shopping bag.
Watching her dart her eyes around while wearing a cardigan with wide sleeves made me want to coddle her.
Judging by the slightly low-cut top, it was a two-piece set with a matching skirt.
It didn’t look like she’d put a ton of thought into it, but she had still dressed up.
I especially liked the subtle exposure, which is my favorite.
Moreover, since I’d told her we were going to a hotel and had given her plenty of time to decide, she showed no signs of backing out. It seemed she had mentally prepared herself to some extent.
Could it be that the reason Renka brought a change of clothes wasn’t because she thought something would happen in the changing room, but because of this?
The suspicion arose. It was a perfectly reasonable thought.
Smiling brightly at Renka, who had even redone her makeup, I gestured to the car.
“Shall we go?”
“Ah, yeah...”
“You’re not cold? Your clothes look a little thin.”
“Not really... We’ll be indoors anyway... The ho... I mean, it won’t be cold in there, right...?”
Right. If anything, doing this and that will probably make us hot.
Anyway, why can’t you just say the word “hotel”?
Where did the girl who was always so bold and cheeky go?
“Okay. Tell me if you get cold.”
“O-Okay...”
We got in the car and didn’t say a word on the way to the hotel.
It was the same when we got the key from the unmanned kiosk, when we rode the elevator, and even when we reached the door to our room.
The first time she spoke was after I opened the door with the card key.
“Is this a different room from last time...? The layout seems... different from what I remember...”
That was Renka’s impression upon seeing the room, bathed in dim, ambient light.
I followed her inside and answered.
“Yes. It’s different.”
“Ah... the bed is round...?”
“It is.”
“But you could have just gotten a normal room... Did it really have to be a prison concept...?”
“This is my preference. Have a seat.”
“.....”
Renka took off her sneakers, slipped on the provided slippers, and placed her bag on the vanity shelf before cautiously perching on the edge of the bed.
Then, she started forcing herself to do things.
Pointlessly pulling at her knees, scratching her cheek, or picking up her phone only to set it back down.
As Renka was killing time like that, I took off my coat and hung it up. When she noticed me staring at her, she put on a prim expression.
“W-What are you looking at...?”
“You’re beautiful.”
“.....”
I could see Renka’s pale cheeks flush slightly.
Embarrassed by the direct compliment, she raised a hand to cover her face, then stopped and glanced at me.
She sat there demurely, having a staring contest with me, before finally looking away and pouting.
“Whatever... Just check if the TV has Bluetooth or Smart View or something...”
“Why?”
“You said we’d watch anime... I have a subscription to a streaming site, so I was going to watch it on my phone...”
“You have one of those?”
“...You got a problem with that?”
“Nope. None at all. Just a moment.”
I nodded, then grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up.
“W-What...! Hey...!! What are you doiiing...!!”
Renka shrieked in horror.
I guess she was surprised that I was suddenly trying to take my shirt off.
I stopped what I was doing, looked at her, and asked quizzically.
“What?”
“Put it back on, you crazy bastard...! What the hell do you think you’re doing...!”
She’s asking even though she knows full well. She must want to be punished.
“I’m going to take my shirt off and lie down.”
“But why are you taking your shirt off...! We’re just watching TV...”
“I always watch TV shirtless.”
“Is this your house...!? Put it back on right now...!”
“I don’t want to.”
“You should think about other people for a... Ah...!!”
Renka, who had been glaring at me fiercely, whipped her head away.
It was because I had completely taken off my shirt, walked past her, and laid down on the bed.
It might seem a bit hasty, but with Renka, it’s better to be direct like this to kill her feisty momentum.
I pulled the covers up to my chest, patted the pillow next to me, and said.
“You lie down too, Captain. Take off your cardigan.”
Peeking at me through her slightly parted fingers, Renka muttered.
“...Why the cardigan...”
“It’s uncomfortable.”
“T-That’s not uncomfortable... You’re making me uncomfortable...”
“Hurry up and lie down.”
She reluctantly took off her cardigan and lay down next to me.
Every one of her movements was cautious, but I decided to leave her be for now.
I was fiddling with the remote when I looked over at Renka, who was rustling as she pulled the linen blanket over herself.
“I don’t know how to find it.”
“...It was my mistake for asking a dummy like you... I’ll do it...”
Renka snatched the remote from my hand and started connecting her phone to the TV.
Meanwhile, I stretched the arm on the opposite side of her behind my head and rested on it.
A perfectly comfortable position.
As I watched the TV like that, Renka glared at me with a dumbfounded expression.
“You’re acting like you own the place...”
“Well, we’re in the room, should I be uncomfortable? But maybe I should have grabbed some popcorn from the snack bar?”
“Y-You didn’t even do that...?”
“Why do you keep nagging me? I can just get it later, so tell me if you get thirsty or want a snack.”
“.....”
“Answer me.”
“.....”
“Are you not going to answer?”
“Fine...! I get it...!”
Renka snapped irritably and fiddled with her phone.
A moment later, the black TV screen flickered on, displaying the streaming site where we could watch anime.
I’ll watch for a bit, then casually try to make a move.
With that thought, I quietly watched Renka pick a video.