Chapter 404: An Evil Heart Must Be Cleansed by a Slave's Service
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 404: An Evil Heart Must Be Cleansed by a Slave's Service
“Wait...! I told you my parents were coming...!”
As Renka shook her head wildly, her mouth finally free, I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh and said, “Who said we’re doing anything? I’m just touching you.”
“Don’t even touch me...! I don’t want to give my body to a piece of trash like you...!”
That made me wonder what all those things we did before were.
I looked straight down at Renka, who was clearly bothered by what I’d just said about taking everything.
“What’s so wrong with taking what I want?”
“Th-That’s such a childish and selfish thing to say...”
“You knew I was seeing Miyuki, didn’t you, Captain? And you knew I was on good terms with my Master. Isn’t it a bit hypocritical for you to be saying things like that?”
“That’s... That’s because I was swept up by you...”
“You could have just not let yourself get swept up.”
“That’s not as easy as it sounds...”
She was basically admitting she’d fallen hard for me. I was glad.
“And the reason I’m saying this is so that you can finally come to your senses...”
As Renka continued, I gave a sly smile.
She was making strange excuses, even though she’d let me come over after seeing me with my fingers in Hiyori’s mouth.
“Don’t make me laugh.”
“.....”
Squeeze...
Hearing my retort, Renka’s thighs tensed up.
It was an attempt to stop my hand from teasing her there.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Wh-What do you think you’re doing? Take it out, now. If you’re going to do it, at least do it somewhere else...”
“Where? A love hotel?”
“...At least if we did it somewhere like that...”
“A moment ago, you were telling me to come to my senses.”
“Ah, shit...! Shut up! I’ll kill you!”
She always says that, but in reality, she can’t even touch me carelessly. Still, she tries to act tough.
I hope this Renka never changes.
With that wish in mind, I pulled my hand from her tightly clenched thighs and, this time, began to gently touch her earlobe.
Tap, tap.
Renka, who had been looking prim and proper like a cat showing hostility to a human invading its territory, started to react to the feeling of my fingers brushing past the bottom of her earlobe.
“D-Don’t do that...?”
At first, she shot me a sharp glare as if to ask what I was doing, but...
Tap, tap.
“.....”
When my hand moved past her earlobe to her ear, and then further down to gently caress her neck, she let out a long breath through her nose, her eyelids fluttering.
It was as if she were drunk on my touch and the atmosphere.
“Feel good?”
When I whispered in a soft voice, she shivered from head to toe.
Her tough demeanor was gone, replaced by a sense of pure comfort. I gently stroked one of her cheeks with my thumb and continued.
“Relax.”
“Wh-Why should I...!”
Despite her words, the tension had already drained from Renka’s body.
Her body listens before her mind does.
A noble lady whose body has been completely trained is an incredibly hot cliché.
Slide.
Lowering my hand, I caressed past Renka’s shoulder, down her ribs, and along her waistline.
Then, just as she bit down hard on her lower lip, I slipped my hand under her T-shirt and touched her stomach...
Shhhk.
...and pulled the drawstring on her shorts, untying them.
At that, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand.
She looked like she wanted to, but was also anxious about when her parents might arrive.
The fact that she was thinking about later meant she wasn't turned on enough yet.
Just as I was about to continue caressing her, the faint light of car headlights seeped in through her bedroom window.
Startled, Renka shot upright, pushed me away, and fixed her T-shirt and shorts.
“M-My parents are here...”
“Oh? Couldn’t it just be a passing car?”
“The only time car lights shine into my room is when my parents are parking in the driveway.”
So it acts as a signal for when someone’s coming? That makes this the perfect environment for doing things in secret.
By the way, external factors have been interfering with my life a lot lately. I wonder if God is giving me a revelation to conquer the heroines’ mothers as well.
“Should I go say hello?”
“...Do whatever. Move.”
Renka got off the bed, her face beet red, clearing her throat.
Pat.
“Hyak!?”
Hearing the shriek that escaped her the moment I lightly touched her butt, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room and straightened my clothes.
“You’re doing all sorts of weird things. For a piece of trash.”
Her rebukes, aimed at me as I quickly fixed my hair, were always a pleasure to hear.
“Yes, that’s right.”
Shrugging off Renka’s insults, I left the room with her once her complexion had returned to normal.
* * *
“So you’re Matsuda-kun? I’ve heard a lot about you.”
A woman stood at the front door, giving a bright smile to me as I stood next to Renka.
Unlike Renka, her eyes were gentle, and her hair was cut short to mid-neck, but other than that, she was the spitting image of her daughter.
Why did she so perfectly hit my type?
Did I have some kind of fetish for short hair I didn’t even know about?
The only other difference was a small mole located between her eye and her cheekbone.
The faint mole, visible even without makeup, added another layer to her charm.
“Hello, I’m Matsuda Ken. I should have visited when you were home. Please excuse my rudeness.”
Did she like my modest attitude as I bowed deeply?
A bright smile blossomed on Renka’s mother’s lips.
I know it’s a cliché for the heroines’ mothers to be beautiful, but aren’t looks and charm like that cheating?
Wicked thoughts kept rising in my mind.
I’m getting greedy, so greedy. I might not be able to hold back anymore.
“Not at all... I’m Inoo Riko. It’s nice to meet you.”
Mhm. A very pretty name.
It suits her face so well, it’s turning me on.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too. But what did you mean when you said you’ve heard a lot about me?”
“Oh, that? Renka’s uncles mentioned you a lot.”
So Renka herself hasn’t mentioned me much, I see.
I expected as much from her personality, but it’s still disappointing.
She doesn’t even appreciate her master’s love... In that sense, I guess I’ll have to bring out the whip after this neglect play is over.
“The uncles said that? No way.”
As a horrified Renka protested, Riko gave a cheerful smile.
“But they did.”
“...Why did you cut your hair?”
“Just for a change of pace. How is it?”
“It’s... fine. It suits you.”
“It’s not too strange, is it?”
“Not really...”
Her hair must have been quite long before.
She got all dressed up for me like that. I have no choice but to give her a reward.
Come to think of it, Renka did say she uses formal speech with her parents.
Seeing her speak politely to her mother with a sullen expression was surprisingly fitting.
It was kind of cute, too.
“But where’s Father?”
At Renka’s question, Riko answered with a look of regret.
“He had something urgent come up, so he went back to the office.”
“Oh? Is it something bad?”
“Not at all.”
The protagonist visits his girlfriend’s house, but only the mother is there, as the father had to leave for work.
Isn’t this the classic opening for a married-woman NTR or harem story?
Is God really trying to lead me down this path?
The mother is preparing a meal for the protagonist or resting, while the protagonist is doing lewd things with his girlfriend, and the mother just happens to witness it...
After the protagonist leaves, she lies down to sleep, only to be utterly disappointed by her husband’s lackluster member...
Then, when she can’t take it anymore, the protagonist seduces her, saying he can’t hold back either, and she pretends to be reluctant as she spreads her legs...
This flow is the basic framework of the ‘stealing a married woman’ genre, and I can think of over ten other scenes that could follow.
I feel like I could make this a reality.
“You parked really well, by the way. Good sense.”
Riko praised me as she took off her shoes and walked past.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I scratched my head awkwardly, grinning foolishly as I thought about how wonderful her scent was.
“Thank you.”
“Renka said you’d be staying for dinner. You must be hungry, right? I’ll get it ready in a jiffy.”
Riko and Midori would look great together.
I can picture the two of them, having become lewd, engaging in an adults-only sexual discussion, making Chinami’s mother, Momoka, who is innocently drinking tea, feel both shy and curious.
“Thank you. Is there anything I can help with?”
“No, no. Just relax.”
Riko said in a warm tone, her long legs moving under her jeans as she headed for the kitchen.
As I watched her go, Renka berated me in a tiny voice.
“Acting all nice. You’re not that kind of person.”
“Should I act mean, then?”
“.....”
It was funny how she shut her mouth, as if realizing I had a point.
To provide some education for this impertinent slave, I secretly reached a hand behind Renka and grabbed her butt firmly.
“Hyaak!?”
At the same time, a startled scream burst from Renka.
Hearing the noise, a surprised Riko poked her head out of the kitchen.
“What’s wrong?”
“N-No... uh... I was heading to the living room and stubbed my toe on the threshold...”
Seeing Renka realize her mistake and start pretending to be in pain, clutching one foot, I felt like I was about to burst out laughing, but I held it in.
“Have you ever stubbed your toe on the living room threshold before?”
“...I did today.”
“Really? You should be more careful... You must be flustered because Matsuda-kun is here, huh?”
“Wh-Who’s flustered...?! I’m not...!”
“Alright, alright. While I get dinner ready, why don’t you give Matsuda-kun a tour of the house? Aren’t you in the same kendo club? Have you shown him the training room?”
“A place like that is a luxury for someone like him... I mean... Yes, I’ll do that.”
Renka, who was about to give an indifferent response, instead grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me outside.
As she led me away, looking like she had a lot to say, I gave Riko a friendly smile.
“I’ll come right away if you call.”