Chapter 372: The Master's Kitty #2 [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 372: The Master's Kitty #2 [R-18]
"Here, today's candy."
A blueberry-flavored candy from the glove compartment.
Renka's expression soured the moment she saw it.
"I don't want it."
"Why not?"
"I cut my tongue on the one you gave me during club activities yesterday."
Cut her tongue?
Doesn't that mean she didn't just crunch it, but savored it, sucking on it carefully?
How delightful.
"Is that my fault?"
"Of course it is! I didn't want to eat it, but you forced me, so I got hurt because of you..."
She knew full well she was being unreasonable, yet that shameless expression she put on... why was it so cute?
"Is that so? From now on, I'll inspect them before giving them to you."
"I-Inspect them...? What do you mean by that...? Don't tell me you're going to put it in your mouth to check..."
"What are you talking about? I just meant I'd unwrap it and check the surface."
"Shut up! Just shut up!"
A sudden curse burst from Renka's lips.
She must have been embarrassed for taking my innocent words in such a lewd way.
Thinking she'd probably be kicking her blankets in frustration when she got home, I pressed the candy into her fuming hand.
"Why do you keep giving me this... It's so annoying..."
"It's a tradition that started at the cafe, and you find it annoying? Haven't you gotten used to it yet?"
With a crinkle of the wrapper, Renka unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth.
Then she said, "Shut up... Don't talk like you're house-training a puppy."
"Your imagination is running a little wild."
"So, where are we going now...?"
"There."
"....."
Renka's eyes squeezed shut, then opened again.
She had instinctively realized we were going to a love hotel.
"Did you... make a reservation?"
"Of course."
"Hah... You sex-crazed bastard."
"What? You don't want to?"
"That's not it...! I'm just worried you've prepared some weird stuff...! Like I warned you, if you try to make me wear that thing, I'll seriously kill you. I mean it."
"How about I take that as a challenge?"
"You'll die...? Do you think I'm joking right now?"
"Alright, alright. Don't be angry."
Renka let out a sharp huff through her nose and glared.
She was trying to show her resolve... but she just looked cute.
As the sun began to set, I drove through the streets and arrived at the Hotel Rafia parking lot. I got out of the car and entered the lobby with Renka.
We got the key from a kiosk that was now a familiar, almost welcoming sight, took the elevator, and went into our reserved room.
"....This is a pretty normal room, huh?"
That was Renka's assessment after taking off her shoes and looking around.
I could see the tension on her face, which had been so obvious before, starting to ease.
"Didn't I book a normal room last time, too?"
"Did you...? I don't remember..."
"Should I change it to a themed room?"
"What kind of bullshit is that...!"
"Well, you sounded surprised."
"Wh-Who asked you to change it? No!"
"That's a shame. Are you going to wash up first?"
At my words, Renka's whole body flinched slightly.
"Huh...? Ah... I mean, I was going to..."
Usually, when you have sex often, the special feelings associated with the act tend to fade.
But Renka still had that girlish sensitivity she'd shown during her first time.
Of course, Miyuki, who practically lives with me, was similar, but even after having sex quite a few times, she was still incredibly shy about showering together... but not as much as Renka, who has rarely, if ever, met my eyes during penetration in all the times we've been together.
She seems to have gotten used to it, but I love how she's still brimming with that bashful shyness.
"But?"
"I-I think we should rest first..."
"Without washing up?"
"Who said I'm not going to wash up...? I'll just sit and rest for a bit... and we should consume the complimentary matcha over there..."
"Since when do you drink that stuff?"
"Aish...! I'm going to wash up, so you go wait in a corner or something."
It seemed she didn't want me to see her undress.
She could just get undressed in the bathroom... Was even that awkward for her?
That was just like her; the one time we showered together, she insisted on keeping her underwear on.
"I'll wait on the sofa, so go ahead and wash up."
I said it like a declaration and gave Renka a light pat on the small of her back.
Her body gave a small, weak shudder every time my hand touched her.
Even so, seeing her meticulously scan the area around the bed, as if searching for something, made me want to burst out laughing.
The tools are in the nightstand drawer... Should I tell her?
"You're sitting down without washing? You're as dirty as your personality..."
It was funny how she left me with a cynical remark, determined to protect her pride even if it killed her.
"I didn't say I was going to lie on the bed, just that I'd sit on the sofa. Stop being so unreasonable."
"....Fuck you."
How should I go about educating this girl who curses at me before storming into the bathroom?
I already had all the answers.
* * *
When I came out of the bathroom after my shower, Renka, armed to the teeth in a robe and buried under a thick duvet, glared at me.
"What are you staring at?"
"Why are you under the covers? Is the air conditioner too cold?"
"Can't you tell by looking?"
"Being difficult again."
"So what? Just get dressed."
"I'm wearing a robe, isn't that enough? You've been saying strange things this whole time. Just admit you want to pick a fight."
"Shut your mouth."
Renka snapped at me with a prim face and turned her body toward the inside of the bed.
Seizing the opportunity, I quickly went to the nightstand and opened the drawer.
As I took out the tool we'd be using today, the small sound of a bell—jingle!—rang through the room.
Startled, Renka whipped her head around to look at the tool I'd taken out.
"What is that...?"
I was surprised. I thought she would have checked everywhere while I was in the shower and found this.
Was she too preoccupied with what might happen today to have the chance? That was probably it.
"A headband."
"Y-You want me to wear it...?"
Renka's voice was trembling with anger.
Because the item I had taken out was none other than a cat-ear headband with a bell on it.
The collar was still to come, but her reaction was already this intense.
She wore the full-body fishnet just fine last time... This was disappointing.
"Yes."
"Are you kidding me...!? That's... that's just telling me to cosplay as a cat...! And what the hell is with that bell!"
"It's like an accessory. This much should be fine, right?"
"What do you mean, fine...! I..."
Renka started to say something but then hesitated.
She seemed to have remembered. The memory of wearing a collar with a bell on it before.
"Haaah... This is driving me crazy..."
Her expression as she sighed in resignation was, contrary to her tone, less scrunched up.
It seemed she was relieved that something else had appeared instead of the plug she'd been expecting.
She must have thought I'd given up because of her fierce opposition... I wonder what she'll say when she finds out it's safe and sound right here in this drawer.
I also took out a water-based oil from the drawer and lay down next to Renka, who was expressing her troubled heart by drumming her fingers on the bed cover.
Then I moved closer to Renka, whose shoulders were trembling, and gently pulled the duvet down to her chest.
"W-Wait...! Let's just rest a little..."
I gave a sly grin to Renka, who kept asking to rest, and brought the headband to her head.
"Don't...! I told you not to...!"
If she really wanted to stop me, she could have at least flailed her arms to try and block me.
Who would believe she really hated it when she just lay there while saying that?
I fastened the headband onto the head of Renka, who had started to tremble all over as if she were standing naked on a snowy mountain.
"Ah..."
As Renka let out a sigh, sensing the inevitable, the bell made a faint tinkling sound in time with the trembling of her body.
Those fierce eyes and the pair of pointed ears on her head...
She was the perfect cute kitty. I strongly felt that choosing one with a color similar to her hair was a stroke of genius.
"I can keep hearing it..."
"You look beautiful."
"Wh-What are you saying...? Don't just praise me out of nowhere...! Your intentions are so obvious...!"
"I'm saying it because you really are beautiful. I like it a lot. Thank you."
"....."
Renka brought the back of her hand to her philtrum, covering her mouth.
She was feeling shy from the sincere compliment.
Aren't you the one whose intentions are obvious, not me?
Swallowing those words, I dimmed the room's lights as low as they would go, opened the cap of the oil, and let it drip between the lapels of Renka's robe.
"Ah...!"
Was it because of the strange sensation of the viscous liquid touching her skin, trickling down her cleavage and wetting her torso?
Renka squirmed, her reaction rather intense.
Jingle!
At the same time, the bell on her head rang.
Thinking how incredibly lewd that loud sound was, I silently untied the sash of the robe around Renka's waist.
"....."
Her mouth, which had been spouting nothing but complaints all day, was now firmly shut.
Her gaze was also turned to the side, as if she was too embarrassed to look at me.
She had instinctively sensed that something sticky and sensual was about to happen.
I pressed myself against the now-demure Renka and opened her robe just enough to reveal the middle of her torso.
Then, I moved the hand covering her mouth, carefully brought my lips to hers, and began to spread the oil that had trickled from her chest down to her abdomen.
"Uuh..."
A nasal sound escaped Renka as she accepted my tongue invading her mouth.
At the same time, the jingle of the headband seemed to accompany her sensual moan like a harmony.
Seeing the wrinkles around Renka's tightly shut eyes gradually smooth out, I let my hands wander as I traced the edges of her even teeth with my tongue.
My hands moved slowly, tracing the edges of her perky breasts and rubbing oil onto her tense waist.
With every touch, Renka's breathing grew rougher, and sharp puffs of air escaped her nose in quick, short intervals, tickling my face.
Her response was excellent.
It had been a while, and I had already gotten her worked up by touching her all over in the movie theater, so she was getting aroused very quickly.
At this rate, I could probably start soon.
With that thought, I used my oil-slicked hand to gently stroke Renka's pelvis, waist, and then her mons pubis, in that order.
Then, feeling the warmth blooming on her face begin to affect my own skin, I sent my arm lower.
"Uub...!"
Jingle!
As my hand slid past her slick mons pubis and touched her genitals, Renka's body jolted once.
I stopped the kiss and pulled my face away, placing a light peck on her saliva-moistened lips before asking, "Are you okay?"
"Huu... I'm... uh... fine..."
Renka, who had been slowly nodding, suddenly widened her eyes.
"Huh...?"
It happened right after she felt my hand moving below her genitals.
And then, as I started kissing her shoulder, her eyes fluttered half-open again as she took in the sensation, until...
"Hey... but right now... Hyaaaaak!!?"
...my hand touched her perineum, and she let out a scream so piercing it seemed to echo through the room, as if she were about to faint.