Chapter 285: Punishment
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 285: Punishment
Vrrrrrr-!
The loud vibration buzzing by my ear woke me from my sleep. I fumbled around and grabbed my phone.
Through sleepy eyes, I saw an incoming call from Renka.
So she didn't forget I asked her to wake me up. A good slave, indeed.
With fingers that felt completely limp, I pressed the answer button and brought the phone to my ear.
"Hello..."
—Ah...
Instead of the morning call I'd asked for, all I got was a soft exclamation.
She must have liked my voice, heavy and low with sleep.
I could almost picture Renka's bashful face.
—...Wake up, you piece of trash.
That was what followed.
Being cursed at first thing in the morning really puts me in a good mood.
"What time is it?"
—8 o'clock...
"Why'd you wake me up so early?"
—You're the one who told me to wake you up in the morning!
"Why are you getting angry?"
—What... you really have to ask? You asked me to wake you up and now you're complaining, of course I'm going to get mad...!
"Call me back in an hour. And for talking back to me like this, I'll make you pay for all of it today."
—What...? You crazy...
I hung up before she could curse at me like yesterday, then rubbed my eyes and sat up.
Looking around the vast, empty living room killed my mood.
I dragged my weary body to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of mineral water, and chugged it down.
The cold liquid flowing through me felt like it was waking up every nerve in my body.
"Hah..."
I let out a refreshing sigh and was about to laze around on the futon, but I changed my mind and called Renka.
—What...!
Was she in bed? She answered quickly.
"Are you busy right now?"
—No.
"Then don't wake me up at 9. Let's just meet then."
—What...? We were supposed to meet for lunch. I was going to go work out...
"What kind of workout?"
—Running.
"In this cold?"
—It doesn't matter. I warm up after running for just five minutes.
"Instead of that, how about we exercise together indoors?"
—Are you talking about a gym? A day pass is expensive...
"Not a gym, somewhere else."
—Somewhere else where? Like a community sports center? Ah...
Renka let out a gasp, as if she'd just realized something.
She hesitated in embarrassment, then snorted in anger...
After showing a gradient of emotions, she finally spat out a curse.
—Hey, you son of a bitch...!
So she figured out what I meant.
Maybe because of what happened yesterday, Renka's pervert power is on another level today.
"Why are you cursing? What did I do wrong?"
—You... dirty...
She wanted to say something to me as I played innocent, but she couldn't, because I never explicitly said we should go to a hotel... I understand how she feels.
Hearing the raw frustration in her voice, I smirked and said, "I'll shower now and head out."
—What...!? I never said I'd meet you!
"Be outside by 9."
—W-wait! I have to shower too, you know...! It takes me a long time to get ready...!
"Then I'll make it 9:20. No complaints, right?"
—F-fine... Hah... so annoying.
"See you then."
Click.
She hung up without another word.
She's just asking for it. I'll have to take very, very good care of her when we meet.
Should I bring the cat tail plug, just in case?
No. She still hasn't even gotten used to being spanked on the palm. It's too early for tools.
* * *
Renka came out of her house at exactly 9:20.
Today's color scheme is black, I see. I like that shearling jacket I saw last time.
The black jeans hugging her long legs and the high-heeled long boots below them also stood out.
Clunk.
With a pout on her face, Renka opened the passenger door and plopped down onto the seat.
I think the best color to complement a woman dressed in all black is red.
I don't mean she should mix red into her outfit, but rather the color of her tint or lipstick.
And Renka's lips were hitting my preferences perfectly.
Those glossy red lips against her fair, foundation-perfected skin, topped off with a slight cat-eye flick... I liked it very much.
I was staring intently at Renka, who looked especially sexy today, when she spoke.
"What the hell are you staring at? It's annoying."
I grinned at her usual grumbling.
"Because you're beautiful."
"Sh-shut up...! I don't want to hear compliments like that from a piece of trash like you...!"
She acts like she hates it, but she's enjoying it.
She has an intimidating aura that makes her hard to approach, but in front of me, she's the most affectionate tsundere there is.
That gap is an incredible turn-on. Should I suggest we go for a round right here in the car?
"Lower your eyes...!"
"Don't use such strong words..."
"Don't say lines from manga in real life...!"
I hadn't even finished the sentence, but like the true otaku she is, she knew exactly whose line it was.
Finding her fiery temper—a complete contrast to her cold image—adorable, I took out the candy I had prepared.
"Ngh...!"
The moment she saw the candy in my hand, she flinched and pulled back. I could feel the blood rushing south.
Have I developed some kind of perversion? What's wrong with me?
"Why the sour face? You don't want the candy?"
"It's n-not that I don't want it..."
"Then what."
"...Whatever. Give it here."
"You were waiting for it that badly?"
"What are you talking about...! Just give it to me so I can get it over with...!"
Ignoring the nagging Renka, I unwrapped the candy and held it in front of her lips.
She mumbled something under her breath and cautiously opened her mouth.
As I placed the candy inside, I timed it with her lips closing and slid my thumb in.
"Uup..."
A muffled groan escaped from Renka, who had unintentionally ended up sucking on my finger.
It was as if she'd expected this to happen, as she didn't really resist.
She just frowned, as if she didn't like me doing this in a car.
I stayed still, gazing at her with deep eyes, and she, understanding what I wanted, touched my thumb with her tongue.
At first, she tapped it lightly, as if testing the waters. Soon, she pushed the candy to the side, gently enveloped my thumb with her tongue, and began to suck on it lightly as if it were the candy itself.
My finger, rolling around inside her warm, moist mouth at her will—the sensation was incredible.
"Oop...!"
I gave a soft smile to Renka, who was asking with her eyes if that was enough. I pulled my thumb from her mouth, pressing down firmly on her lower lip as I withdrew it.
I finished our skinship by putting that same finger, now faintly smelling of toothpaste, into my own mouth.
"D-don't do that...!"
Renka's cheeks flushed red in an instant.
The way her blush broke through her makeup... it's just like a romantic comedy.
Of course, the process isn't a rom-com, it's more like a training session.
"Hey...! I told you not to do that!"
Unable to tolerate my blatant actions any longer, Renka shot her arm out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled.
Then she took a small wet wipe out of her handbag and began to clean my thumb.
"You fucking lunatic...! Just die...!"
The way she scrubbed at my thumb with the wipe, as if trying to bleach it, looked like she was casting a curse.
I pictured Renka in a dark, narrow room, fixing my doll—the one that nitpicks at her for every little thing—in place, smiling slyly as she drives nails into it...
It's kind of a turn-on. Maybe I should see a doctor.
* * *
Renka's eyes were sparkling as she looked at the figures displayed in the store.
It feels like just yesterday she was pretending not to know anything about manga, so desperate to hide her hobby. But now, even with me right next to her, she's not trying to hide her tastes.
I guess now that the cat's out of the bag, she's decided to just give up and enjoy herself.
"Which manga is this character from?"
"Shut up. Be quiet."
"I can't even talk to you?"
"I need to check if the finish is good, so shut up."
"It's obviously a very detailed character. You're going to check every single part?"
"Yeah."
"Can't you just look up reviews online?"
"These are all handmade, and a lot of places won't count a bad paint job as a defective product, so you have to check it properly in person before you buy. So now..."
"I get it. I'll shut up."
"....."
Did she feel bad for being so cold?
Renka, who had been focused solely on the figure, straightened up and looked at me.
"It's just... this requires a bit of concentration..."
"And?"
"...That's all..."
She seems worried I'll find fault with her and retaliate.
When I told the adorably pleading Renka that I understood, she looked relieved, stared intently at the packaged figure for a while, and then called over a clerk.
"Excuse me. Can I buy this now?"
The clerk, smitten by Renka's beauty, hurried over, saw the figure she was pointing at, and nodded eagerly.
"Yes, you can. Would you like me to get it for you?"
"Yes."
She's buying a 24,000 yen figure without a second thought?
Impressive. Renka's house must be full of figures that are much more expensive than this.
They say this kind of fandom costs a fortune, and I can sort of see why.
Renka handed her money to the overly friendly clerk, received the shopping bag with the figure box inside, and the corners of her mouth lifted, showing she was in a good mood.
It must have been a hard-to-get item... It's nice to see.
"Ah."
She was beaming as she walked toward me, but her expression hardened in an instant.
Judging by that short gasp, she seems embarrassed that she unintentionally showed me such a defenseless side of herself.
"Want to look around more?"
When I asked with a meaningful smile, Renka cleared her throat and shook her head.
"No... Oh, right. Hey."
"What."
"You're going to the kendo tournament, right?"
"Why the sudden talk about kendo?"
"It's not sudden... I've been talking about it. And the coach called yesterday. He said he's going to call everyone soon to check if anyone's dropping out."
"Really? What happens if someone drops out?"
"Don't tell me you're thinking of dropping out."
"That's not it, I'm just asking what would happen."
"We have substitute players we picked out since the last tournament, so it's fine, but... Hah... never mind. It's a waste of breath explaining this to a lazy bastard like you. Just don't go. I'll just say it was my fault for getting my hopes up."
"You were looking forward to it?"
"Whatever, get lost."
The master is so fond of his slave, but the slave is nothing but cold.
I can't help but lament. A world where morality has hit rock bottom... I worry for its future.
It seems a punishment is in order.
I matched my pace with Renka, who was walking ahead. When her body was near the door to the emergency stairwell, I reached out.
I opened the door and forcefully pushed her inside.
"Hah...!?"
A surprised gasp escaped Renka as she was shoved into the emergency exit.
I pushed the disoriented girl against the wall, pressing my body close to hers, and said, "Hey."
"You...! What do you think you're doing...!!"
"Did I say I wasn't going?"
"Wh-what...?"
"I asked, did I say I wasn't going? Why are you suddenly getting angry?"
"N-no... it's just... from the way you were talking..."
"I told you I was just asking. So why did you jump to your own conclusions and tell me to get lost? Come to think of it, you suddenly got angry this morning, too, didn't you?"
"Ngh...! That's because you were with Hanazawa..."
"What."
As I continued to speak to her informally in a low voice, Renka's attitude faltered, as if she felt intimidated.
"I-isn't it natural for me to be angry...? You're such a piece of tra—"
But Renka still tried to resist.
Smack-!
"Hyaak!?"
When I slapped the side of her thigh rather hard, she flinched, her whole body jolting.
Taking that opportunity, I slid my leg between hers and pressed our bodies completely together.
I went further, placing a hand on the waistband of her pants and starting to undo the button.
At that, Renka's pupils began to shake as if an earthquake had struck, realizing what I was about to do.
"W-wait...! Matsuda...! We're...!"
"Shut up."
"Hey...! N-no...! Don't...!"
"I said, shut up."
"Ugh...!"
Did she decide this wasn't going to work?
Renka, who had been struggling between the wall and my body, frantically gestured toward the corner with her eyes.
"The figure... just this... over there..."
It seemed she was trying to say she just wanted to put the shopping bag down over there.
Since she seems to understand her situation, I can grant her that much.
With that thought, I let Renka go and gave a slight nod.
"Hah..."
Renka let out a deep sigh, glaring at me with a frown.
She straightened her messy hair and headed for the corner by the staircase window. She acted as if she was about to set down the shopping bag with the figure...
"Eek...!"
Then, with a cute little gasp, she made a dash for the exit.
But her escape attempt was doomed to fail.
Because I, having noticed her strange behavior, had moved quickly to block the exit.
"Ah...!"
A pained sigh escaped Renka as my large frame blocked her path.
The way she squeezed her eyes shut then opened them was cute, as if she'd already sensed she would have to pay the price for her attempted escape.
It felt like watching the protagonist of a prison break drama who had just failed their escape.
Suppressing the laugh that almost burst out, I hardened my expression and took one step, then another, toward Renka.
"S-sorry... I really... had to use the bathroom..."
She backed away, offering a pathetic excuse that had no chance of working.
Since ancient times, slaves who try to escape their masters have been dealt with harshly.
Simply put, it's a grave sin. It deserves a heavy punishment.