Chapter 328: Renka's Ordeal #3
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 328: Renka's Ordeal #3
[A coupon has arrived for our loyal customers!]
A text message out of the blue.
Seeing it was from the Hotel Rafia, a place I frequented, I let out a smirk.
Does the hotel know when I’m coming now?
The timing was incredibly coincidental.
The coupon offered a 30 percent discount on any room, regardless of type.
I had plenty of money, but when a coupon arrives at the perfect time, you can't just not use it.
I clicked the link in the message to make a reservation, but frowned when I saw the part asking me to check a box to receive promotional messages.
To think you have to hand over your personal information just to get a discount these days.
Is nothing free, not even a coupon? How deplorable.
Anyway, on second thought, a tail plug seemed a bit much to start with.
If I jumped straight from spanking to a plug, there was a 100 percent chance she'd get genuinely angry.
I decided to start with a clip-on tail that attaches to the back of her clothes to lower Renka's resistance bit by bit.
But I couldn't compromise on the outfit itself.
I would see it, no matter what. Renka, wearing that outfit.
“What are you doing...?”
As I was booking the hotel room, drawing up a simple blueprint for the future, a weak voice from behind made me turn my head.
Hiyori, with the top two buttons of her dress shirt undone, was rubbing her eyes, leaning forward and looking up at me.
She must have just woken up.
If I shifted my gaze slightly, I could just barely make out the faint outline of her bra underneath... She was being far too careless.
I clicked my tongue and said, “Button up your shirt.”
“Why...?”
“I can see your chest.”
“So conservative...”
Despite her words, Hiyori obediently buttoned up her shirt.
She seemed secretly pleased that I was looking out for her.
Watching her neatly button up her uniform blazer as well, I asked, “Did you sleep through class?”
“Yeah...”
“You need to study hard.”
“Why do you sound like my grandpa...?”
She was calling me old in a roundabout way. That hurts.
“If you don't shape up, you'll get a warning. And do something about that messy hair.”
“My hair...?”
She looked incredibly pretty as she pressed down on her hair with minimal movement.
After tidying it up like a cat washing its face, she gave a bashful little smile.
“Is this better...?”
“Good enough. Why did you come out here instead of sleeping more?”
“To get some fresh air. But why are you picking on me?”
“I’m not.”
“You were.”
“You’re imagining things. Ah, here, have this.”
I fumbled in my pocket and took out a Suichu, holding it out to Hiyori. Her half-open eyes widened.
“When did you buy this?”
“A little while ago.”
“Did you go to the school store?”
“Yeah.”
“For me?”
“No. I was buying some for the class and got one for you, too.”
“Isn’t that the same as buying it for me?”
“You weren't the main reason. It was more of an afterthought.”
“What... Are you a tsundere?”
“If you don't take it, I'm eating it.”
At that, Hiyori quickly reached out and snatched the Suichu from my hand.
Her wrist snap was no joke. She seemed like she'd be a good thief.
“Why did you run away this morning?” she asked out of nowhere, tearing open the Suichu wrapper.
Tilting my head, I stood up and stretched.
“Run away?”
“You ran away when Miho and I were saying hi.”
She was still thinking about that?
So she has a surprisingly delicate side.
“What are you talking about... Stop spouting nonsense and just button your blazer properly.”
“I did.”
“You missed a button.”
“Oh, you’re right.”
As if it were no big deal, Hiyori reached for the buttons on her blazer and continued, “They say we'll have swimming classes once it gets a little warmer.”
Is the season already approaching?
The heroine in a swimsuit... It's one of those classic scenes you can't miss in a romantic comedy.
I was disappointed that Miyuki developed an aversion to swimming after that incident at the beach, but I'll make sure to see yours.
“Do you like swimming?”
“I just like it.”
“But you’re not good at it?”
“Right. Are you a good swimmer, senpai?”
“What do you think?”
“You probably sink like a rock.”
Anyone could tell she was joking, but her expression was so haughty that it got on my nerves. Before I knew it, I had tucked my middle finger under my thumb and brought it to Hiyori's wide forehead.
A gesture to flick her.
In response, Hiyori covered her forehead with both hands like a shy kitten meeting a stranger.
“Sorry...!”
Seeing her uniform blazer sleeves slightly covering her palms, her huddled body, and her bowed head, my anger melted away.
Not that I was ever really angry. I straightened my bent middle finger and ended the situation by giving the back of Hiyori's hand a very light flick.
“Ack...!”
The moment my nail touched her, she flinched with her whole body.
She's a good actress, I thought, and said, “Go on inside. Class is about to start.”
“...Okay.”
Lowering her hands, Hiyori peeked out with just her eyes and shuffled backward, dragging her feet.
What am I going to do with that vibrant girl?
I can see us getting closer and closer. Maybe I should try pretending to pounce on her soon.
* * *
The fateful day arrived.
After dropping off the items I had prepared in the hotel room beforehand, I went to Renka's house at the appointed time.
She was already waiting in front of the gate, and she let out a deep sigh when she saw my car.
She looks like she has a lot on her mind.
It would be easier if you just gave up.
Click.
As soon as she got into the car, Renka's eyes scanned the back seat.
She must be curious about what I brought.
I chuckled to myself and said to her as she craned her neck, trying to see into the trunk, “They’re at the hotel.”
“Wh-What’s at the hotel? What are you talking about...?”
She was trying to act all nonchalant.
She should at least try to control her expression... I was about to burst out laughing.
Her effort was commendable, so I figured I'd give her a little hint.
“Those things. The things I'm going to make the Captain wear today.”
“Make me wear...? What...? Is it that maid outfit and bunny girl costume again...? And you said ‘things’? As in, more than one?”
“One question at a time, please.”
“Shut up! Just answer me.”
“You're going to see them in twenty minutes anyway. Is there really a need for me to answer right now?”
“I need time to mentally prepare myself...!”
“Haven't you been doing that for the past few days?”
“...You piece of trash.”
Mhm. The same old insult... I never get tired of hearing it.
Ignoring Renka, who was once again cursing me to death, I drove the car and soon arrived at the hotel parking lot.
I entered the room with an extremely cautious Renka, and my lips curled up as she immediately scanned the room's interior.
“Th-This is the same room as last time...?”
An interior that looked like a prison, the kind of place where you'd expect to be ‘trained.’
It was a themed room I often booked when I came here with Renka.
“Yes.”
Did she sense the anxiety in my already lowered voice?
Renka glanced at the bed and swallowed hard.
“Where... where are they?”
“In that room over there. The situation is similar to last time, isn't it?”
“Last time...?”
“When you wore the bunny girl outfit.”
“Wh-Why are you bringing that up...!”
“I was just answering because it seemed like you were curious, Captain. For now, shall we go in and take a look together?”
“Together...? If you're going to make me cosplay again... shouldn't I look at it and change by myself...?”
Because you'd obviously throw a fit if you saw them alone.
Still, it's funny how she's bringing up cosplay first, as if she's already resigned to it.
“Let's go together.”
“...If you're thinking of telling me to change in front of you...”
“It's not like that.”
I patted the small of Renka's back as she looked at me with wary eyes, her mind racing with all sorts of worries. Together with her—who was flailing her arms around telling me not to touch her—I entered the room in the corner.
When she tried to turn on the light, I stopped her and gestured to the bed where the clothes and tools were laid out.
“Take a look. See what you think.”
“.....”
Renka's head turned with a creak.
She hesitantly approached the bed. It seemed hard for her to make things out relying only on the light filtering in from the entrance, so she squinted as she examined the items I had prepared.
“I-I can't see...”
Then, as if it was too difficult to identify them by sight alone, she cautiously reached out and picked up the object on the far right.
“...What is this...? Ears...?” Renka muttered, fiddling with a fluffy cat-ear headband.
I debated whether to explain but decided to just stay quiet.
Then, Renka picked up the next item, and the next, voicing her thoughts as she went.
“A tail...? Is this an eye mask...?”
Surprisingly, and I mean truly unexpectedly, Renka's resistance didn't seem that strong.
I thought she would start cursing me out and storm out of the hotel the moment she saw the ears, tail, and eye mask, but that was her only reaction?
Why was she acting like this? It's not like her true nature as a masochist had awakened.
Could it be that she spent all last night imagining all sorts of terrible scenarios?
And now that she was seeing these things, they weren't as bad as she'd imagined, so she might be thinking it was surprisingly doable.
But one thing was certain: Renka still didn't grasp the gravity of the situation.
“How is it? Not bad, right?”
“Not bad? You bought nothing but trash... So annoying... Is this it? The tail... I just attach it to my clothes or something?”
She knows her stuff, probably because she's well-versed in subculture.
It would be a different story if it were a plug, but this was a relief.
“That's not all.”
“It's not? There's more?”
“Next to the eye mask. Feel around carefully.”
“.....”
At my meaningful words, Renka cautiously felt the area next to the eye mask.
At the same time, there was a rustling sound.
Renka flinched and picked up the palm-sized object.
“It's plastic? What's inside?”
“There's more besides that.”
“More...?”
“Next to it.”
“...You're seriously insane...”
Letting out a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, Renka reached for where I was pointing. Her expression, which had been shrouded in darkness, changed completely.
“Wh-What is this...?”
It happened right after she picked up something full of holes.
Renka, who had been puzzled at first, raised her voice the moment she realized what she was holding was an extremely revealing full-body fishnet.
“Hey...! You son of a bitch!!!”
Mhm. Now that's the Renka I know.
I wonder what kind of face she'll make when she finds out the plastic thing she touched before the fishnet was a pair of heart-shaped nipple pasties.
I'm dying from anticipation.
As Renka stood there seething, like a volcano about to erupt, I said, “If you don't wear everything today, you're not going home.”