Chapter 258: I Won't Break
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 258: I Won't Break
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“Ugh, ahhhhh...!!!”
A faint, muffled voice rose from beneath the water's surface.
Renka, who had been screaming repeatedly with her face submerged in the full bathtub, jerked her head up when her racing heart still wouldn't calm down.
Water dripped and splashed.
She roughly pushed back her wet bangs and side hair, then frantically wiped her flushed face with her hands.
I’m going to lose my mind...
Embarrassment, shame, a furious kind of joy...
All sorts of complex emotions filled her head.
She’d had her first time with Matsuda.
The impact of that one fact was so immense that she still couldn't think straight.
And as if that wasn't enough, she had let his hands roam freely over her most private places.
Was that all? No. In a terribly lewd display, she had bucked her hips and soaked the bedsheets with her juices.
She still couldn't understand why she had initiated kisses in the middle of it all.
She was too mortified to even lift her head.
She felt like she’d done other vulgar things, but her memory was a blur.
Hadn't Matsuda said something after they finished?
And had she taken a shower? She tried to recall, but her mind was hazy, as if shrouded in fog.
It was probably because she had rushed back home the moment she woke up at the hotel.
She remembered simply brushing her teeth before getting into Matsuda's car.
She also remembered being unable to look Matsuda in the eye as he drove in silence.
Not only had she slept with him, but she’d also stayed out all night... It was absurd.
“Haaah...”
Letting out a complicated sigh, Renka closed her eyes and remained still.
As she did, the fog in her mind began to clear, and certain scenes from yesterday replayed themselves.
The pale, viscous fluid that had erupted from Matsuda's long, thick member.
She could vividly recall the sensation of it on her skin.
It had been incredibly hot. Just like Matsuda's personality, she thought.
She also remembered how they had shared a final kiss after he had touched her down there.
As she accepted his wet tongue invading her mouth, her body had trembled, and she had climaxed again.
“Hngh...”
She wished the ground would swallow her whole.
She felt this way even when she was alone; how would she ever face Matsuda at the cafe?
Thankfully, today was her day off. And tomorrow, Matsuda, who worked one day less than her, wouldn't be there, so she'd be working alone.
Is that really a good thing, though...?
She didn't know. But one thing was certain: the shock... no, the afterglow... would linger for a long time.
Let's just rest up at home today and get my head straight.
With that thought, Renka touched her inner thigh.
People always said the first time was painful... but surprisingly, she felt fine down there.
There was a slight sense of discomfort, but no pain.
Was it because Matsuda had done a good job warming her up? That was probably it.
By the way, how would Chinami react if she found out?
No, forget her reaction, would she even be able to look her in the face?
I should have said no...
To think she’d gone to a hotel like she was possessed... This was all Matsuda's fault.
In truth, it was mostly her own fault, but she decided to just blame Matsuda.
It made her feel like she'd landed a blow on that infuriating guy, which calmed her down a little.
Having enacted her petty, private revenge, Renka finished her shower and, without even thinking of drying her wet hair, flopped onto her bed.
Then, she checked her phone.
A notification icon was lit up in the top right corner of her messaging app.
It must be Matsuda. Had he messaged her just to tease her again?
This is my chance to cuss him out.
Forcing down her fluttering heart, Renka opened the app.
[What are you up to? Thought you had your part-time job?]
Seeing a message from a male classmate instead of the one she'd been expecting from Matsuda, she furrowed her brow.
For some reason, she felt disappointed. And annoyed. A slow burn of anger started to build.
She wasn't angry at her friend; she was angry at Matsuda.
Here she was, a complete mess, and he hadn't even sent a single message to ask if she was okay...
Was he done with her now that he'd seen everything? Was that it for the day since he'd dropped her off?
What an incredibly selfish bastard. He was probably just sprawled out, sleeping without a care in the world, wasn't he?
She was getting pissed, so pissed. If she could, she'd punch him right in the face.
Maybe she should use her one remaining wish to make him take five punches.
Her friend's message was from last night.
Come to think of it, she hadn't even looked at her phone since then, and it was almost seven now.
Her daily routine of checking for new anime releases every night—she'd skipped it.
Not that she had any intention of catching up now.
At least, she wasn't in the mood.
Thump.
With a somewhat angry gesture, Renka tossed her phone onto the pillow beside her, lay spread-eagled, and closed her eyes.
As she lay there, all sorts of mortifying memories came flooding back.
At the same time, she could almost feel his monstrous thing inside her again.
It was funny how she kept having lewd thoughts, but it also felt natural.
She had sex for the very first time.
It was perfectly normal to be lost in the afterglow.
Should I use Run Ino-chan's power to send a message to MK? Contacting Matsuda directly would make me look pathetic.
No. Doing that would make it seem like she was obsessed with him, and her pride couldn't take it.
“Haaah...”
Being alone like this was suffocating, and her irritation was bubbling over.
Renka pounded her chest and was about to sit up to get something to eat when—
Bzzzt-!
The phone she'd tossed aside vibrated.
The first word displayed at the top of the screen was [Trash].
Seeing it, Renka cleared her throat several times, letting the phone ring four times before finally answering.
Then, in a voice that couldn't be more blunt, she said,
“What.”
—Couldn't stand it.
“What?”
—It's okay, right?
What in the world was this out-of-the-blue conversation?
What couldn't he stand, and what was supposed to be okay?
Renka was bewildered for a moment, then flinched as a certain scene replayed in her mind.
Just before she got out of the car, Matsuda had said he would call her, and she had shaken her head, curtly telling him not to contact her for a while. The memory suddenly hit her.
She had definitely said that. Why she was only remembering it now, she had no idea.
In any case, that explained the bizarre flow of their conversation.
She felt sorry for cussing Matsuda out... no, not really. She just felt awkward.
—Hello? Captain?
Matsuda's prodding snapped Renka back to her senses.
“I told you not to call. Why did you?”
—I told you, I couldn't stand it.
“You fucking piece of trash.”
—Have you considered expanding your insult repertoire?
“Shut up...! It's, it's your fault I missed the pre-order window for a limited-edition figure.”
The pre-order window for a limited-edition figure?
Why was she spouting such nonsense? She felt pathetic.
—How is that my fault?
“The pre-order was last night...”
—What time last night?
“...Around 6?”
—Wasn't that before we did it?
Renka's face flushed crimson.
An overwhelming wave of embarrassment washed over her as Matsuda spoke so openly about what they'd done.
Swallowing hard, she rebuked him with words she didn't mean.
“You were distracting me.”
—So, it's my fault and I should take responsibility?
“Th-that's not it...”
—No, you're right. I'll take responsibility. I just have to give you two pieces of candy the day after tomorrow, right?
At his words, Renka's face fell into a pout.
“Two...? Shouldn't it be three in total? For today, tomorrow, and the day after?”
—I cut one out because I was worried your teeth would rot. Anyway, I didn't realize you wanted my candy that badly, Captain.
“That's not it...! I'm making fun of you for being bad at math...!”
—Oh, was that it?
“Your comprehension is lacking, too... Did you cheat to get 10th place on the final exams?”
—Now that's a line I can't just let slide. That was a comment that negates all my hard work.
“S-so what are you going to do if you can't let it slide?”
—It's a little much to say right now. I'll tell you the day after tomorrow.
Something... felt like it was going to be a very naughty something.
Her heart pounded.
She couldn't tell if it was from annoyance or excitement.
No, actually, she knew exactly what she was feeling, but she was pretending not to.
“I-I'll kill you if you try anything...”
—Okay. What were you doing just now?
“Lying down...”
—Me too.
“So what...?”
—Wanna video call?
“No.”
—Why not?
“Why do I have to look at your ugly mug today, too...?”
—This is the first time anyone's ever called me ugly. I'm shocked.
“Glad to hear you're shocked.”
—Are you going to keep talking back?
“That's my line...! Why is a kid younger than me acting so cheeky...!”
—It's only a one-year difference.
“Even if it's one year, I'm still your senior...!”
—And I'm treating you with the proper respect, aren't I?
A snort of disbelief escaped Renka's nose.
Treating her with respect? What a joke. Matsuda was definitely a psycho.
—Why are you scoffing?
“I wasn't. The fact that you'd even say that must mean you have a guilty conscience, huh?”
—There you go again.
“You got a problem?”
—Not at all. It's nice to see.
The usual Matsuda would have responded to a question like that by saying he was starting to get annoyed or that he was going to teach her a lesson.
But today, he was docile. It seemed he was being considerate of her feelings after her first time.
His tone was still infuriating, but that was because she'd been blunt first, so she'd let it slide. And yesterday, he had been uncharacteristically kind.
This side of Matsuda wasn't so bad. But it didn't feel natural.
For some reason, Matsuda suited being selfish and forceful; that should be his default.
His true self was that slick bastard with a crooked smile, and she liked that better...
She used to hate that side of him, but now that he wasn't acting that way, something felt... dull.
As Renka reflected on Matsuda's confident and shameless demeanor, she suddenly shook her head violently.
No...!
She had just inwardly praised Matsuda's attitude.
Like someone who had been conditioned.
If this kept up, what made her any different from the heroines in the conditioning-themed stories MK had recommended?
I will not fall into Matsuda's evil clutches.
Her body may have already crumbled, but her mind was different.
She would stand firm and endure.
Her eyes flashing with renewed determination, Renka said,
“I'm hanging up. I want to rest.”
—Let's talk for just five more minutes.
“.....”
Matsuda's tone of voice hit her preferences perfectly.
Hearing it, Renka's resolve instantly melted.
“Five minutes...?”
—Yes. Five minutes. That's okay, right?
The vow she had just made collapsed completely.
Come to think of it, it was always like this. No matter how firmly she resolved not to be swayed by Matsuda, she always ended up giving in on her own whenever he did anything.
Just like a child gauging an adult's mood.
Maybe her mental age was far, far younger than she thought.
Mulling this over, Renka answered in a barely audible voice.
“Fine... but we hang up right after exactly five minutes, okay?”
—Even if it's been five minutes, if we're in the middle of a topic, we should finish it before hanging up. That's the right way to do it.
What a ridiculous thing to say.
Did he think talking to her was like getting bonus time at a karaoke bar?
“That's rejected.”
—Why do you get to make the ruling? You're the slave.
“Stop calling me a slave. It's annoying.”
—Alright. Are your thighs okay? You're not hurting anywhere?
“Ngh...!”
Wincing at Matsuda's question about her condition, Renka unconsciously squeezed her legs together.
She had a feeling that five minutes was going to feel very, very long. Calming her strangely thrilled body, she wondered how to change the subject naturally, but then...
“Don't be so smug...!”
In the end, she surrendered to reality and, just as she always did, started snapping at him.