Chapter 405: An Evil Heart Must Be Cleansed by a Slave's Service #2 [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 405: An Evil Heart Must Be Cleansed by a Slave's Service #2 [R-18]
The training room was filled with a clean scent.
I couldn't help but admire the well-kept space as I looked around.
It wasn't particularly large, but it was the perfect size for training alone or sparring.
It had everything one would need... I guess this is the kind of training room you need to be called a rising star in the kendo world.
"Do you clean your protective gear every day?"
As I gazed at the rack where several sets of kendo gear were lined up, Renka answered in an indifferent tone, as if my question was absurdly obvious.
"Of course. You think I'm you?"
"What about me? I clean my gear almost every day, too."
"Only when you're at the kendo club, I bet."
"Well, the gear is there, so of course I have to do it then."
"If you were serious about kendo, you would've taken it home."
"My master told me to bring it to the club if it was too hard to manage."
"Shut up."
"Why does the Captain always try to pick fights over the strangest things?"
"I'm not picking a fight, I'm just stating a fact."
Watching Renka turn her head sharply to avoid my gaze, my lust began to surge.
I was in a very, very twisted state of mind right now.
I was seriously contemplating whether I should go after not only Renka's mother but the other heroines' mothers as well.
This wicked heart of mine needed to be treated as soon as possible.
So, I decided I would have to heal myself with a slave's service.
I strode over to Renka, who was trying to dispel the awkwardness by wiping the already spotless display rack with a dry cloth, and lightly tapped the long ponytail that reached down to her waist.
Renka flinched and snapped at me.
"Don't do weird things, okay? What are you doing, you're not a kid."
Hiyori liked it when I patted her head, but I guess Renka hates it.
Maybe it's because she doesn't have an ahoge.
"Look at me."
"No."
"I said, look."
Only after I lowered my voice to a deep growl did Renka turn her body toward me.
Grabbing the wrist of the girl who only seemed to understand when I spoke forcefully, I said.
"Did you lock the door when we came in?"
"Why would you... Ah, no way...! I'm not doing that with you."
The bewildered look on Renka's face and the sound of her voice, having realized what I was thinking, were incredibly erotic.
I felt like pouncing on her right then and there.
"Not doing what?"
"...The thing you want to do right now...!"
"And what's that?"
"You know what it is, so don't press me...! Just know that I'm absolutely not doing it."
One thing I'd learned about Renka since we started seeing each other was that, despite her strong verbal rejections, her inner thoughts were quite the opposite.
Even when she was being prickly like this, once the mood deepened, she would mentally prepare herself.
And I knew today would be no different.
The fact that her mother was home might be a slight concern, but as long as we didn't go all the way, it would be fine.
A kiss, or some simple foreplay after that, should be acceptable...
She was probably thinking something along those lines.
Without a word, I took her wrist and guided her hand toward my crotch. Her eyes instantly widened.
"Wh-What are you doing...!!"
She raised her voice, not even thinking to pull back her hand, which was now pressed against my stiff member.
A corner of my mouth lifted at this subtle display of her perverted nature, and I silently moved her hand up and down.
At the same time, Renka's Adam's apple bobbed heavily.
She pressed her lips together tightly, as if she'd just remembered the time she licked me at the love hotel.
Her navy-blue pupils, set within her sharp, cat-like eyes, glanced up at me.
I could see the tension filling her eyes as she checked my condition, watching me look down at her with half-lidded eyes. Then, that tension slowly gave way to curiosity.
It was about time for her to ask if it felt good...
"D-Does it... feel good...?"
Just as I expected.
If I said yes here, she'd just insult me again.
"Yes."
"You perverted bastard..."
I grinned at Renka, who was following the script I'd laid out perfectly. I fell silent as her hand, which had been moved half-forcefully, began to caress me of its own will.
Her touch squeezed the shaft through my pants, applying pressure, then pressing and releasing.
She must have seen something in porn or other media, because she was doing a surprisingly decent job.
The fact that her ears were turning bright red was a bonus, as she subtly averted her gaze, seemingly finding it too much to look me straight in the eye.
Even so, the sight of her hand still moving was incredibly lewd, and praiseworthy.
"...We have to... eat..."
Renka said after a moment of silent caressing.
In response, I placed a hand on her waist and asked.
"So what? You'll just do it for a little bit?"
"Y-Yeah, we have to..."
"I think we can just finish it quickly."
"What...? F-Finish it...?"
"Yes."
"But the cleanup..."
"Doesn't the training room have a bathroom? Isn't that a bathroom over there?"
"...It is, but... if it gets on... your pants or something..."
In moments like this, Renka resembled Miyuki.
Like Renka now, she had a slight tendency to throw a wet blanket on a good moment by worrying about every little thing.
If you just stop thinking and do it, a way always presents itself.
In that sense, Chinami was different from those two.
She was the type to only think about the present, regardless of what might happen later.
Hiyori was probably similar to Chinami.
Renka and Miyuki, Chinami and Hiyori.
It was funny, and a little strange, how the two pairs who seemed least alike were connected.
"Then just take them off."
Did she not like my carefree tone?
Renka's lips jutted out in a pout.
"Why are you always talking about taking things off... Stop it now."
"Stop what? You're the one who's moving, Captain."
"That's why I'm saying I'll stop. This is a training room. It's not a place for such a dirty act..."
"You're saying that after you enjoyed yourself plenty in the club room you hold so sacred?"
"Sh-Shut up... I'm stopping now... you hear?"
"Keep going."
"No... We have to eat...!"
"We just got here. Why are you so obsessed with food?"
"What's with that tone...? Are you annoyed? What are you going to do if you're annoyed?"
Renka huffed, starting to argue with me.
I grabbed her wrist again, just like before, and shoved her slender, delicate hand, which had been touching me just moments ago, straight into my pants.
"Hiek...!!"
A cute moan escaped Renka's lips as she was forced to touch my bare skin.
She tried to pull her hand out, but she wasn't strong enough, only managing to wiggle her fingers inside my pants. Thanks to that, my dick was getting even harder from the stimulation.
"Wh-What are you doing, you crazy bastard...! You really..."
Deciding that force wouldn't work, she tried to persuade me with words, but there was no way that would work on me.
Knowing this all too well, Renka glanced at me as I pressed myself even closer to her, then let out a deep sigh and gave up resisting.
"...What do you want me to do...?"
Now she was acting a little more like a slave.
She hadn't completely abandoned her identity as a noble, but leaving that part of her intact made it all the more arousing.
Balance is important in everything.
"You know what."
At my low voice, Renka swallowed hard and began to move her hand.
It wasn't moving fast, but the stimulation of skin against skin was intense.
Because we were pressed so close together, her hand was turned upside down, causing her fingertips to brush against the sack below my shaft, creating a ticklish sensation.
Pleasure surged through me in an instant.
A hot sigh escaped my lips, and Renka, noticing my state, asked cautiously.
"Does it... feel good...?"
"I like you, too."
"Ngh...! W-What nonsense are you spouting...?! When did I ever say I liked you...?!"
Even her extreme embarrassment at my subtle confession was cute.
The situation felt a bit like I was an immature duke's heir, and Renka, a noble lady, had come to be my attendant.
It might be a bit of a stretch, but the more you set the scene, the more immersive it becomes, and the more the pleasure intensifies.
Comfortably letting my imagination run wild, I gazed deeply at Renka and asked.
"So it's not true?"
"It's not. Don't get the wrong idea."
"Alright."
"...So annoying."
She always had to get the last word in, a habit she probably couldn't break even if she were dying.
If it helped boost her self-esteem, I had no intention of forbidding it.
After all, I could just make her pay me back with her actions.
Stroke, stroke.
Reading my body language and expression, which clearly showed I was feeling pleasure, her hand movements gradually grew bolder.
She didn't just stroke me anymore; she would bend her fingers to scratch my shaft as if tickling it, or...
"Eek...!"
...accidentally touch the clear, sticky fluid that was beginning to leak out, then use it as a lubricant, spreading it over my dick with her thumb.
In this way, Renka was learning, creating a mutually satisfying result through the process.
"....."
After a little more time passed, Renka stopped grumbling and became completely focused on serving me.
Her expression looked as if she was finding joy in learning.
Thinking how lovely that expression was, I forcibly suppressed the pleasure that had risen to the top of my head and said.
"I'm about to come."
Renka, who had been stroking my dick with not just her face but her whole body flushed red, flinched.
"Uh...?"
"I said, I'm about to come."
"Now...? W-Wait a second... Tissues..."
She frantically looked around, searching for tissues.
Even so, her hand kept moving. I found it delightful. I slowly unbuttoned my waist, grabbed my pants and underwear, and pulled them down.
"Ah...! Hey...!"
Then, to the startled Renka, I gestured downward with my eyes.
I didn't say a word, but Renka clearly understood.
She knew what my action meant.
"H-How..."
Showing a flustered reaction, Renka's hand cupped the head of my dick.
I didn't know if it was an unconscious action or if she'd seen it somewhere, but this alone would be enough to finish cleanly.
Having made my decision, I completely relaxed the muscles in my lower body, which had been tingling for a while.
The feeling of release was unleashed all at once. Renka's eyes grew wider than ever.
"Ah...!"
She seemed greatly flustered by the sensation of the hot fluid pouring out from the dick pressed against her, drenching the inside of her hand.
Nevertheless, she instinctively cupped her free hand under my dick. I thought it was the most magnificent I had ever seen her.
The milky white liquid wasn't just escaping through the tiny gaps between Renka's tightly pressed fingers; it was dripping down due to gravity, beginning to pool in her other palm.
And Renka's body, frozen as she stared blankly at it...
It was such an erotic scene that I could feel the pleasure that had been swept away with the ejaculation beginning to rise again.
The sight of us going to clean up afterward might be ridiculous, but who cared?
I hadn't even considered such a thing in the first place.
With that thought, I stared straight into Renka's trembling, earthquake-like eyes as I completely covered her hands with my seed.