Chapter 286: Punishment #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 286: Punishment #2
“You’ve gotten bold, haven’t you? Trying to run away.”
“It wasn’t running away... the bathroom...”
“Put it down.”
“Huh...?”
“I said, put that down.”
Renka’s throat bobbed as she swallowed hard.
After carefully placing the shopping bag in the corner of the stairwell landing, she fidgeted like a slave awaiting punishment for a transgression, grabbing the elbow of her dangling arm with her other hand.
“Why were you trying to run away?”
I leaned in until my face was right in front of hers and began my interrogation. She bit down on her lower lip.
“W-Well... here... people...”
“Afraid we’ll get caught?”
“Isn’t that obvious...? What the hell is wrong with your head, trying to do it here...?”
“Because I want to.”
“Y-You crazy bastard...! Do you think the world is a place where you can just do whatever you want...? Have some common sense...!”
What was that tone just now? It sounded like a teacher sternly lecturing a student.
I scoffed and once again placed my hand on the waistband of her pants.
Her eyes flashed as she glared at me and warned.
“You undo them... and you’re dead.”
Such a bluff... She sounds like helpless prey squawking in a final, desperate act right before being devoured by a predator. It’s not scary at all.
I ignored her warning and popped the button. Her body flinched.
As I pulled down the zipper, she grew visibly anxious, glancing around to see if anyone was there.
When I’d pulled her pants down enough to rest on her hips, she started stomping her feet in frustration.
“Hey...! I told you to stop...!”
Renka smacked my arm.
It seems that while she's secretly looking forward to having sex in a place like this, she's also terrified of being caught.
“You don’t want me to?”
“Yeah...! Stop doing this whenever you feel like it...!”
“But I'm going to.”
“Then why did you even ask, you piece of sh—”
“Are you about to curse at me?”
“...Ah, shit... It’s your fault...! You keep pissing me off...”
Smack—!
“Hyaah!?”
It’s funny how she was grumbling one second and shrieking the next after getting spanked on the ass.
Having silenced her with a palm to her rear, I looked at the color of the panties she was wearing.
The black straps of her panties were visible above her pants, which were bunched around her hips.
Even her underwear is black. It feels like I’m looking at her own dark, sinister insides.
“That hurts...!”
Renka rubbed the spot where I’d hit her, glaring daggers at me. Seeing me unbuckling my own pants, she spoke urgently.
“Wait...! Matsuda...! Just listen to me!”
“Speak.”
“We haven’t even showered... and if someone sees us and reports it... the police could come... So just think about it a little more...”
“Who’s going to come here? We’re on a high floor, and there are multiple elevators.”
“S-Some delinquents could come up here for a smoke...”
“I doubt kids like that would come to a floor full of figure shops.”
“That’s prejudice...!”
“Still, the chances are significantly lower than on other floors.”
“.....”
Did she realize that nothing she said would change my mind?
Having run out of excuses, her eyes darted around before she suddenly grabbed my wrist as I reached for her pants again.
“W-Wait!”
“What now?”
“...Tangerine.”
“What?”
“Tangerine...! I said, tangerine...!”
“And?”
“It’s the safeword we agreed on for when we seriously want to stop this kind of play...! You know this coercive side of yours is part of BDSM, right...? Dominance, or dominant, or whatever it’s called...!”
“BDSM play is a type of roleplay, but it doesn’t seem like you’re in character right now. Therefore, it’s invalid.”
“That’s ridiculous...”
“Want me to show you what real BDSM is?”
“.....”
She flinched when my eyes lit up.
Swallowing hard again, she clenched her fists tightly and asked.
“D-Do we really have to do it... here?”
“If you’re that uncomfortable, then repent.”
“Repent...?”
“Say you’re sorry for trying to run away earlier, and that you won’t do it again. Then I’ll let you off.”
“...Really?”
“Yes.”
Renka’s gaze met mine.
She stared at me with a heavy gaze, as if trying to discern my true intentions, before pulling up her pants and cautiously opening her mouth.
“I-I was wrong... I won’t run away again...”
Her reaction is incredibly cute.
I want to pull her into an embrace right now, but the lesson can’t end here.
I shook my head firmly.
“Use formal speech.”
“Ngh... I-I don’t want to...! I don’t even know why I have to apologize to you in the first pla—”
Smack—!
“Hyaang!? Hmph...!”
Spanked again at an unexpected moment, Renka’s whole body jolted, and she quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.
Having let out a moan loud enough to echo in the stairwell, she seemed worried that someone might have heard.
Tap.
I lightly touched her hip.
“Hyat...!?”
She let out a gasp that sounded like a moan, her body trembling as if she’d been hit with static electricity.
To call it fear imprinted through repetitive learning would be too grandiose... She’s probably just in a highly sensitive state.
“Formal speech.”
“...I don’t want to.”
I scowled at her repeated refusal, then kissed her pouting lips and pushed my tongue inside.
“Hmph...!”
As I explored the inside of her mouth, startling her with my sudden move, I pushed my leg between hers, just as I often did in the cafe’s changing room.
Thud—!
At the same time, there was a dull thud, and a stinging pain shot through my knee.
I’d pushed my leg forward a bit too forcefully trying to act domineering, and my knee had slammed into the wall.
I should have been gentler... It hurts like hell.
But I’ll endure it. Seeing Renka’s trembling intensify, it seemed to be having an effect.
I lifted the hem of Renka’s black turtleneck and slid my hand underneath.
As I began to stroke her soft waistline, Renka, who had been passively accepting my tongue, struggled with all her might to push me away.
“Mmph...! S-Stop...!!”
“What is it now?”
“Don’t do this kind of thing here...”
Renka shook her head, licking my saliva from her own lips.
She doesn’t seem to realize what she’s doing. Does she have any idea how incredibly sexy she just looked?
“Then apologize. Properly and politely.”
“.....”
“Hurry up.”
“I... I was wro...”
Why does she look so beautiful mumbling with that utterly humiliated expression on her face?
A corner of my mouth lifted into a smirk. As Renka hesitated, her voice barely a whisper, I smacked her on the hip again, this time lightly.
Smack—!
“Hyat!?”
“I can’t hear you.”
“...I was... I was wrong...”
“You were wrong?”
Did she not like the fact that she was using formal speech while I was responding informally?
Renka’s eyes hardened as she glared at me.
But it was only for a moment. When I looked down at her with a stern gaze, her nerve seemed to break, and she averted her eyes.
“.....”
“I asked if you were wrong.”
“...Yes... I said I was wrong...! I won’t... do it again... there...”
She was clearly furious, feeling immense humiliation, and even stuttered, but this is satisfying enough.
I can see the makings of an excellent masochistic slave.
I nodded in satisfaction, my tone softening as I praised her.
“Good girl.”
Renka blinked a few times, then asked cautiously.
“Is it over...? Are we done now...?”
“We’re done.”
“Good... You son of a bitch. Die.”
“Why would you say something so harsh?”
“How can you conveniently forget the harsh things you just did?”
“Did you hate it that much?”
“.....”
Renka fell silent and whipped her head away.
I guess she didn’t hate it.
I let out a short laugh at her reaction. As she sulkily picked up the shopping bag from the floor, I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into my chest.
“Stop it...! You said we were done...!”
Renka protested, thinking I was about to start something strange again.
I calmed her down by gently patting her back in a steady rhythm.
Did my intention of a simple hug get through to her?
Renka, who had been trying to break free, relaxed and grew docile in my arms.
“Y-You piece of trash...”
She even cursed at me in a voice tinged with a hint of affection.
The carrot and stick really are the most effective tools for slave training, I thought.
“Let’s stay like this for a little while, then go.”
“.....”
“Answer me.”
“F-Fine... Ah!? Don’t touch my ass...!”
“Alright, alright.”
“I said don’t touch it! I’ll kill you...!?”
“I heard you.”
“If you heard me, then why do you keep... Hah...!”
The heels of Renka’s long boots lifted slightly off the ground.
It seems she felt a flicker of pleasure when I roughly grabbed her crotch, my fingers pressing into the center.
I was busy caressing her as she buried her face in my chest when—
Click.
The sound of an emergency exit door opening about two floors below us made Renka jump. She pushed me away, and I clicked my tongue in disappointment.
“S-See...! I told you someone would come...!”
“They won’t see us.”
“What do you mean they won’t see us?! If we had done it here, we could have been taken to the police station for public indecency...! Don’t you ever suggest doing it in a place like this again...!”
She was trying to whisper while scolding me, but she was still loud enough for anyone to hear.
I ended our skinship with a quiet kiss on the fuming Renka’s forehead. Then, steadying her as she swayed, seemingly still lost in the afterglow of our hug, I led her out of the stairwell.
Next time, I’ll actually put it in.