Chapter 270: Is It Soft Because It's Pretty? Or Pretty Because It's Soft?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 270: Is It Soft Because It's Pretty? Or Pretty Because It's Soft?
"Have a good day."
Those were Miyuki's words as I dropped her off in front of her house early in the morning.
Unlike my own haggard face, hers was brimming with vitality.
She was far too energetic for someone who'd come more times than I could count yesterday, experiencing orgasms even more intense than mine.
It felt like she'd sucked all my life force right out of me.
Whenever I see photos of athletes or male celebrities returning from their honeymoons, they all look dead on their feet, a stark contrast to their brides. I think I finally understand why.
"Yeah."
I gave a weak nod and stepped on the accelerator, watching Miyuki wave in the side mirror.
She seemed incredibly satisfied this morning. I wonder if she'll want to go again tonight.
I have no intention of refusing, but I'm a little worried I might die from overexertion.
Still, I was glad Miyuki enjoyed it.
It was rewarding, in a way.
After that, I drove to Renka's house. I found her waiting outside, dressed in black jeans, a thick black hoodie, and a heavy padded jacket. I couldn't help but scoff.
Did she think she could piss me off by wearing clothes with high defense stats? What a pathetic attempt at defiance.
Click.
Renka opened the passenger door and got in.
She looked at my stern face with satisfaction and asked.
"Why are your eyes so dark? Didn't you sleep?"
"No."
"Did you develop insomnia or something?"
"Not exactly."
"That's a shame."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
Why does she keep asking for it?
If she wants it this badly, it wouldn't be right of me not to oblige.
I should probably get started on getting her used to spankings.
I started the car, placed a hand on her leg, and began to gently stroke her thigh.
Then, just as she let out a dry cough of discomfort, I lifted my hand slightly before bringing it down with a sharp snap.
Smack—!
The crisp sound echoed through the car.
Renka's entire body jolted.
"Hiyak!?"
She instinctively clapped a hand over the spot I'd hit and glared at me as if she wanted to kill me, then shouted.
"Hey! Are you crazy!?"
"Then stop acting up."
"Ah, shit... That hurts...!!"
"Ah, shit?"
"...You hit me out of nowhere, of course I'm going to curse!"
"Aren't you being a little dramatic?"
"What do you want me to do, it hurts! Die!"
"Did it really hurt?"
"...Yeah."
Seeing her hesitate before answering, her eyes darting all over the place, I figured she was more surprised than hurt.
I swatted her hand away and started fiddling with the spot I'd hit.
"I told you not to act up."
"When did I act up..."
"When I said I didn't have insomnia, you said it was a shame. You call that not acting up? Anyone could tell you were mocking me."
"I-It wasn't mocking... Ugh, whatever, just drive..."
"I am driving."
"I meant drive with your mouth shut."
"There you go again."
"....."
Renka clamped her mouth shut.
I found it amusing how she kept picking fights she couldn't win. I continued to touch her leg whenever I had the chance until we arrived at the cafe.
"Ugh, stop...! Stop touching me...!"
"Stay still."
"Hah... You fucking pervert..."
She kept trying to push me away, but when it proved completely useless, she gave up and went limp. Her reaction was a nice bonus.
With her quietly accepting my touch, her face flushed red, we arrived at the cafe.
* * *
While getting ready to open, Renka kept fiddling with her phone.
It looked like she was messaging someone. If it was a guy, I'd have to make him pay the price.
With that resolve, I approached her from behind and asked.
"What are you doing on your phone when you should be working?"
Sensing my presence, Renka flinched and turned her head.
"...Mind your own business."
"I asked what you're doing."
"What do you mean, what am I doing...! I'm texting, obviously..."
"With who? A guy?"
"Why do you need to know? And what, am I not allowed to text guys?"
"You're not."
"Why?"
"Because you're my property."
"There you go with that again... It doesn't work on me anymore."
"Looks like you've built up a tolerance."
"Shu... Hah...!"
Just as Renka was about to tell me to shut up, her whole body twitched violently, like an involuntary muscle spasm just before falling asleep.
It was because I had slipped my hand between her plump buttocks.
Feeling my hand against her crotch, moving gently back and forth, she squeezed her legs together as if in pleasure and bit down on her lower lip.
"Please, just...! Don't touch me here...!"
'Here,' she says...
Sounds to me like I can touch her anywhere else I want.
I pressed up close behind Renka and blew on her long, pale neck. She gasped and quickly put some distance between us.
She leaned both hands on the counter, panting heavily like someone who'd just run a sprint.
Looking at her, already starting to get worked up, I asked again.
"Who are you texting?"
"...Miura..."
"Miura? Why?"
"He said... he was coming today, so I told him to come another time..."
Tetsuya must have found out the cafe's location just last night...
He sure acts fast. Not that he's usually that type of guy.
My disgust for him refilled for the day, but I decided to let it go.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah... Oh, but does Miura not know you and I work here? We talked on the phone yesterday, and he didn't seem to have a clue..."
"I never told him."
"Why?"
"What do you mean, why? Is that something I really need to tell him?"
"Well, no... I guess not..."
"In any case, you're saying you were on the phone with a guy?"
"I was. So what...? Am I not allowed? Don't try to oppress me."
I smirked at Renka's tone, which sounded like that of an adolescent girl, and shrugged.
"I'm not trying to oppress you. But you should probably think about the consequences before you act."
"D-Don't threaten me...! That's what oppression is...!"
"Should I forgive you?"
"I acted of my own free will, so what is there to forgive...!? You shameless bastard...?"
"Should a slave have free will?"
"Hah... I know it's useless talking to you, so let's just stop here."
She did work hard for me yesterday, so I'll let her off the hook for now.
However, I'd have to get something in return for her telling a disgusting bastard like Tetsuya about our secret little nest.
I'll have to get a blowjob at the very least.
Otherwise, the math just doesn't add up.
"Wh-What are you looking at me like that for...?"
Reading the lecherous look in my eyes, Renka took half a step back. A smirk crept onto my face.
"It's nothing."
"H-Hey."
"What."
"Have you been practicing kendo lately...?"
"Just here and there when I'm bored."
"Really...? So you haven't quit completely? I'll check up on you sometime."
"So suddenly?"
"What do you mean, suddenly... The next tournament is coming up, you need to practice... Bring your shinai tomorrow or the day after. I'll test you for a bit before we open."
"What are you talking about... There's no need to bring a shinai all the way here. I'll just ask my master to teach me."
"No. Chinami is a good teacher, and she uses the same high stance as you, but... I feel like she'd just do weird things if she were alone with you..."
I couldn't argue with that. She wasn't wrong.
The more I see of Chinami, the more I want to touch her. She has that kind of devilish charm.
"Like what I did to the captain?"
"Hey...! Stop saying weird things and just bring it when I tell you to...!"
"Is the captain in a position to be giving me orders?"
"Of course. I'm the captain and you're a club member..."
"I can't argue with that. In that case, how about I go to your house instead? You can check on me there."
At my words, Renka's eyes widened.
"What...? My house...?"
"Yes. How are you supposed to check on me here? We have to work. Besides, it's dangerous to swing a shinai inside the shop, and it would look weird to do it outside. Wouldn't it be better to just stop by your house after work and do it properly? You probably have equipment and a training area at your place, right?"
"W-Well, I don't have a separate training area..."
"But we can still practice properly, right?"
"That's true, but... Oh, how about we stop by the kendo club after work? There, we could..."
"I don't mind, but I'd rather go to your house. I want to see your figures, too."
"...Just to see my figures...?"
Renka gave me a deeply suspicious look.
She must be worried I'll try something lewd there.
Though it also seems like she's secretly looking forward to it. Like the pervert she is.
"See the figures, practice kendo. Something like that."
"I-I don't think so... Anyway, no."
"Let's talk about it later."
"No... I said no. Don't just decide things on your own...?"
"That's why I said let's talk about it later. Should we get to work now? It's almost opening time. I'll go organize the stock."
"Ah, right..."
As I pretended to get busy, Renka got swept up in the atmosphere.
After a moment of flustered confusion, she began to neatly arrange the supplies. Watching her, I headed into the storage room, looking forward to visiting her house soon.
* * *
"Hello, Friend. Hello to you too, Junior."
A cheerful greeting reached us the moment we opened the cafe.
It was Chinami, who came inside and started looking around.
I quickly walked over to her and gently pressed her cheeks, which were flushed red from the cold.
"What brings you here?"
"Mufufu... I heard they were selling Momo-nim merch nearby, so I came to wait here until the store opens... Ah, but could you please move your hands? It's a bit hard to talk."
"Is this better?"
"Yes. There's a store doing a collaboration with the Momo-nim brand, so I came to drink an iced tea here until it opens."
"Really? If it's a collaboration store, the line must be long. Shouldn't you be waiting there already?"
"Ah, that's fine. The merch I'm buying this time is a relatively unpopular item... so there should still be some left even if I take my time."
"Why aren't you buying the other stuff?"
"I have all the other products at home. They're just reselling the items from the last collaboration."
The more I learn about Chinami's love for Momo-nim, the more incredible it seems.
But well... Momo-nim is cute, so I can understand.
If there were Ahegao merch, I would have stood in line to buy it too. That's a bit of a shame.
I led Chinami, who was having a cheerful conversation with Renka, to a corner table where the counter was barely visible, and fixed her bangs for her.
Then, as Renka started making the iced tea, I began to unbutton Chinami's coat, one by one.
Realizing what I was about to do, Chinami grew flustered and started to stutter.
"J-Junior...! It's working hours right now..."
"There are no customers."
"Ahem...! Even so, this is..."
"There are no cameras either, so it's fine."
"Aha... But I'm not talking about the camera issue... Mngh...!"
Startled by my hand that had suddenly dived inside her hoodie, Chinami's body tensed up.
Unlike her face, which had been exposed to the cold wind, her stomach was incredibly warm and smooth.
Why is a pretty woman's skin so soft?
No, is it that she's pretty because she's soft? I think I need to give this some serious thought.
"Huat...!"
Chinami let out a moan, twitching as my hand caressed the area around her cute, straight belly button and her waist.
I chuckled at her unique, adorable cry and continued to rub my scent on her body until...
"Chinami, your iced tea is read... Ah!"
Renka, who had come over to our table, whipped her head around. I looked at her.
"Is it ready?"
"....."
Uncharacteristically, she was covering her face with both hands.
It seemed the sight of Chinami and me in a passionate kiss was too embarrassing for her.
I finished our skinship by pulling my hand out from inside Chinami's hoodie.
"Master. I'll go get the iced tea."
"Ye-...? Yes...!"
Chinami seemed just as flustered as Renka, not knowing what to do.
What an interesting picture. From now on, I should just bring the iced tea and leave them alone so they can talk.