Chapter 277: Spanking Initiation #2 [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 277: Spanking Initiation #2 [R-18]
“Hh...! Ah...!”
She clamped a hand over her mouth, then realized it was the same hand that had just touched my cock and nearly fainted from shock.
As if that wasn't enough, she then pressed her lips tightly shut, terrified the patrolling security guard might hear her...
She was a one-woman show, and it was so funny I could barely contain myself.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh...! Be quiet...! The footsteps are getting closer...!”
“You’re the one being louder, Captain.”
“Shut up...!”
As Renka and I had our little squabble, the beam of a flashlight swept past the window.
The light didn't shine into the lounge. It just moved back and forth outside, as if checking the garden behind the club room.
But an indirect search is often more terrifying than a direct one.
Thanks to that, Renka—
“Hiccup...!”
—couldn't handle the tension and, uncharacteristically, even started to hiccup.
I placed a hand on her upper chest and could feel her heartbeat.
It was incredibly fast. She was so terrified she didn't even seem to realize I was touching her breast.
“Hic...!”
“Your hiccups are pretty loud. Don't you think that's more likely to get us caught?”
“Sh... hiccup...! Shut your mouth...! Because of the rain... hic...! It's fine...”
Even her hiccups had variety. So cute...
“Well, if the rain is covering everything, it doesn't matter if we talk, right? It's better than just being quiet. Besides, our conversation is quieter than your hiccups.”
“Is... that so...?”
“You’re an idiot.”
“What did you just... you son of a... gasp...! bitch...?”
Even in her fear, the word "idiot" got to her, and the way she glared was just too beautiful.
Letting out a chuckle, I spread my palm wide and lightly slapped Renka’s waist.
Smack! The crisp sound of my palm hitting her skin echoed.
“Hya!?”
Renka’s whole body jolted, and a rather loud cry escaped her lips.
As a bonus, the shock seemed to be even greater than when she'd heard the footsteps, because her hiccups stopped.
“Hh...!”
Renka quickly covered her mouth again and tilted her head back to look out the window.
She watched the flashlight beam, which was still sweeping across the garden, then let out a long sigh of relief, realizing we hadn't been caught.
“Haaah... you crazy bastard...! What the hell are you doing...!?”
“Did it hurt?”
“Hurt or not, what do you think you're doing, hitting me without any warning...!?”
“Because your waist looked so beautiful.”
“Don't be ridiculous...! You can't even see it...”
“I can see the silhouette.”
Tap.
This time, I gently tapped her waist with just my fingertips. Renka flinched and said.
“What in the world are you doing...”
I'm getting you used to spanking.
Swallowing those words, I casually took Renka’s wrist and guided her hand to my cock.
“Ah...!”
As she clearly felt the texture she had accidentally brushed against before, a sharp huff of air escaped her nose.
The prominent veins, swollen with blood and stimulation.
As I guided her hand to that part of the shaft, I heard her gulp below me.
“Wh-what is this...?”
“A vein.”
“A vein? This is?”
“Is it fascinating?”
“N-not really...?”
Not really? Her tone was brimming with curiosity.
If Renka ever became an actress, she’d be infamous for her terrible acting.
“Do it with your hand.”
“What...? Y-your hand...?”
“Yeah. With your hand.”
Again, the sound of her swallowing.
Convinced that she was interested, I continued.
“Grab it properly and move.”
“W-wait... I still... How do I do this...?”
Her innocent act was absurd.
She reads plenty of risqué manga and has probably watched porn...
Besides, the training-themed content I recommended had plenty of scenes like this. There was no way she didn't know.
Still, I decided to be understanding. Watching something is different from doing it for real.
With that thought, as Renka’s fingertips tensed slightly and she tried to wrap her hand around my cock, I let go of her wrist.
“Do whatever you think is right, Captain.”
“Whatever I think...?”
“Yeah.”
“You should at least tell me how...”
“Just do what your heart tells you.”
“.....”
Was she flustered that I’d given her complete control?
Renka cleared her throat with a "hhmph" and let out a low hum as she fell into thought.
After a moment, as the sound of splashing footsteps faded into the distance outside, she seemed to gain a bit of courage and finally moved her hand.
Slowly.
She placed her palm at the base of the shaft, wrapped her fingers around it, and began to stroke up and down, very, very slowly.
As if embarrassed by her own actions, she kept clearing her throat while she served me, then asked.
“Is this... how you do it?”
“A little gentler.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Not now, but it will later if you’re too rough.”
“What do you mean, it’ll hurt later...?”
“It’ll probably be swollen tomorrow. We don’t have any lube.”
“Ah... really? But that’s none of my business...”
Hmm... a disobedient slave who doesn't know her place needs to be punished.
I raised my hand and brought it down on the back of the grumbling Renka’s thigh.
Smack—!
“Hyaak!!”
Renka let out a huge scream and her body bucked.
Her muscles must have tensed up, as her spread legs lifted slightly, and at the same time, her grip on my cock tightened.
“Agh, seriously...! Do you want to die...!?”
It seemed the sound was worse than the pain, because Renka’s defiance only grew stronger.
If the lights had been on, I could have enjoyed the sight of her glaring up at me. It was a shame I couldn't.
“Then why are you being so disobedient?”
“You’re the disobedient one, you piece of trash...! Using violence and shit...!”
Slap—!
“Hyaat!!”
This time, I could even feel the tremor of her muscles.
Could it be that she had an unconscious interest in this sort of thing, or was I mistaken?
“Speak nicely.”
“.... So annoying... Why do I have to... to this kind of guy...”
It was cute how she held onto my cock even while grumbling.
“This kind of guy? I told you to speak nicely.”
“Th-this is just how I normally talk... Anyway, if you hit me one more time, I’m not doing this.”
“Doing what.”
“This...! This stroking thing...! It’s so fucking disgusting...”
“Disgusting? This was just inside you...”
“Ah, shut up...! I need to concentrate, so don’t talk to me...!”
I loved how Renka beat me to the punch, cutting me off before I could say something lewd.
If we ever live together, her constant bickering will be a lot of fun.
“And don’t hit me...!”
I held back a laugh that threatened to burst out at Renka’s next words and replied.
“I can’t promise that.”
“Then I’m not doing it.”
“Are you a child?”
“Think whatever you want.”
“If you’re not going to do it, I’ll just put it in now.”
“No... It doesn’t even seem like you like this, so is there any point in me continuing...?”
“I like it.”
“.... Really?”
“Really.”
Renka’s fierce demeanor softened a little.
My serious tone seemed to have pleased her.
After bickering with me, she finally gave in with a sense of resignation and started stroking again.
The sensation from below, of skin sliding up and down, wasn't bad.
It was a bit of a shame that Renka, a handjob novice, was gripping me a little too tightly, but it was more than tolerable.
As I was enjoying the slowly building, ticklish pleasure from Renka’s rather dedicated service, an incredibly embarrassed voice came from below me.
“D-don’t get it on my uniform...”
She meant I should cum somewhere else.
It was a very Renka-like thing to say, cherishing her martial arts uniform as she did.
Getting it on her uniform is the fastest way to corrupt her... I’d have to try that when Renka’s perversion level was a little higher and she was more used to obedience play.
“I’m still a long way from coming.”
“.... What do I have to do to make you come faster...?”
“You want to finish quickly?”
“N-no, that’s not it, I was just curious...”
“The way you’re holding it, a little... ugh...!”
My lower body tensed, and the muscles in my thighs pulled tight.
It was because Renka’s hand had slid down and started to gently fondle the area around my testicles at the base of the shaft.
As I sucked in a breath from the sudden spike of pleasure, Renka let out a pure, innocent "Ah..." as if she’d figured something out, and then focused her hand on that area.
Her slender fingers moved, brushing against the thin skin.
It was nice to receive service from the fast-learning Renka, but this was her education time.
I felt it was best to avoid giving her the lead.
I could receive this service another time.
With that thought, I grabbed the waist of Renka, who was curiously fondling the foreskin.
When she asked what I was doing in an annoyed tone, I spoke in a voice that was slightly commanding, yet still held a touch of gentleness.
“Turn over.”
“.... Turn over?”
“Yeah.”
“What for...?”
“To hold you.”
“What do you mean, hold me...? You just want to hug me?”
“Why so many questions? Just turn over when I tell you to.”
“No... how can I turn over here... I’m doing this...”
“You don’t have to.”
“Why...?”
“Hurry.”
“.... I don’t want to...”
Did she predict that if she turned over, we would be in a very embarrassing... a position that some might find humiliating?
A tremor filled Renka’s voice.
Having accurately foreseen what was about to happen, I pushed Renka’s hand aside and layered my body on top of hers.
Then, I reassured her by kissing her in sequence, starting from her forehead, to her cheek, and finally her lips.
I didn't forget to pat her pelvis and thighs, gently at first, then gradually increasing the intensity.
“Haup...!”
She reacted with a flinch every time my hand touched her body.
Once I was sure that Renka’s cooled excitement had been sufficiently rekindled, I stopped kissing her and sat up.
Then, I draped the blanket over her body.
“Turn over.”
“.....”
Was she relieved now that she had something to cover herself with?
This time, Renka didn't voice any refusal.
Slowly.
Her body turned, very carefully and deliberately, so as not to let the blanket slip.
Sensing Renka’s willingness, I silently slipped my hand under the blanket and caressed her inner thigh.
“Ah...!”
Just as Renka’s voice became slightly sweet, I wrapped an arm around her waist and gently pulled her up.