Chapter 137

“Master.”

“Eek?!”

Startled, Chinami shrank back inside.

I burst out laughing at her reaction—she looked exactly like a squirrel stumbling upon a human—and pulled the Storage Room door wide open.

Clack.

“Master, why do you keep running away from me?”

“...”

She stood in the corner of the Storage Room with her back to me. It seemed she was too embarrassed to even look me in the eye.

How cute.

With a wicked smile, I closed the distance between us. Just like during yesterday’s massage, I pressed right up against her back and grabbed her wrist.

“Mwat! Junior...! What are you doing...”

“Why? Do you hate it?”

“N-No, I don't hate it... but we need to polish the shinai...”

“We can polish them like this. It might be a little slow, but with two people working together, I think we can be much more thorough.”

“T-That doesn't make any sense...”

“We haven't even tried it yet.”

With that, I blew softly on the nape of Chinami’s neck.

Between the sudden full-body contact and the ticklish sensation on her erogenous zone, she was overwhelmed.

Struck by the consecutive combo, Chinami let out a soft moan and went entirely limp.

Standing behind Chinami, who had gone completely limp as a squid, I began to pilot her like a robot.

“Grab the handle... that's right. Now pull it out.”

“...”

She panicked for a moment, but soon began to faithfully follow my instructions.

She seemed to be enjoying the physical contact.

Pulling out a shinai together, we slowly sat down on the floor and picked up a dry rag.

“See? It polishes well, doesn't it?”

“I-It is working... but we should do this properly...”

“We are doing it properly. Right?”

“...Yes... we're doing it properly... Mhmm... This isn't bad... It's so warm...”

She bowed her head and completely surrendered her body to my movements.

I had planned to just pass the time like this, but hearing Chinami mumble so shyly made me change my mind.

Thanks to yesterday's massage, Chinami’s mind had to be much more open than before.

So, let's take things a step further.

“When should I give you your next massage?”

“M-Massage... Umm... Just let me know whenever it's convenient for you...”

The next massage might hurt a little bit down below, but I'll slide it in as carefully as I can.

I'll use plenty of lube and make sure to loosen you up first...

“Understood.”

“Right. Let's start polishing the next shinai... Hyaat?!”

Chinami suddenly let out a startled, breathy moan.

I had lightly grazed her earlobe with the tip of my tongue.

Dropping the shinai she was holding, Chinami began to tremble violently.

“W-What did you just do...?”

“What do you mean?”

“Something touched my ear...!”

“You mean this?”

Tap.

“Hiyak...! Y-Yes...! What... what is that...?”

Think it over carefully when you're by yourself later.

Think about exactly where my face is right now, and what kind of warm, wet thing can stick out of a face.

“It was nothing.”

“H-How could you...!”

How could I? Chinami's reactions were always so refreshing to watch.

Take right now, for instance. Her body was completely frozen in place, yet she was acting as if the sky were falling.

Even as she developed sexually, it was obvious her innocent nature wouldn't change. I couldn't wait to see what the future held.

“Should I bring out another shinai?”

I smoothly changed the subject, and Chinami turned her head just a fraction to glance back at me.

“...Yes...”

“Let's stand up, then. Relax your body and stay still.”

“Like last time...?”

“Right. Just like last time.”

“Like this...?”

“Yes, just like that.”

Just as I was about to hoist up Chinami's limp body—

Knock, knock. Clack.

The door to the Storage Room opened right after the knocks, and I flashed a bright smile as Renka stepped inside.

“Hello, President.”

“Yeah, hell—huh...?”

Renka, who had been about to casually accept the greeting, froze in her tracks.

She had spotted me and Chinami sitting dead in the center of the Storage Room, pressed flush against one another.

We looked exactly like we were sharing an intimate back hug. She stared at us with a blank expression, completely failing to comprehend the situation, before her eyes suddenly went wide.

“W-What are you two doing...?”

“We were polishing the shinai.”

“Y-You polish a shinai in that pose...? Does that make any sense to you...?”

“Why wouldn't it? Master, a monster has appeared. Let's deliver divine punishment.”

I manipulated Chinami's hands into a boxing guard and began slowly throwing punches into the air with her arms.

Renka's jaw dropped. She looked absolutely flabbergasted by a prank so childish even a four-year-old wouldn't bother with it.

Chinami, on the other hand, was loving it. She even had a shy little smile playing on her lips.

“Who are you calling a monster...? Do you want to die?”

Renka pouted, seemingly a little hurt by her close friend's lack of concern.

I threw one more phantom punch with Chinami's arm and asked, “But anyway, what brings you here? Do you need something?”

“T-The coach is calling for Chinami... but seriously, you two... you can't just be... stuck together like that, especially inside the Club Room...”

“You're just jealous of how close we are.”

“Who the hell says I'm jealous...! And what's with this act? Are you being shameless on purpose? It doesn't suit you at all, so knock it off...!”

As Renka's tone grew more and more heated, Chinami squirmed out of my embrace and stood up.

“It feels like my close friend and my junior fight every single time you see each other. Please calm down.”

Chinami spoke in a soothing tone, giving Renka's rear a gentle pat.

Glancing at Chinami's still-flushed face, Renka replied.

“...Alright. Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? What do you mean?”

“N-Nothing. It was a slip of the tongue.”

She's backing down surprisingly easily.

Maybe it was because Chinami's complexion looked healthy enough, so Renka figured she hadn't been forced into anything.

“You said the coach was calling for me, right? Let's hurry.”

“Yeah...”

“Junior, make sure to... umm... polish the shinai until they're spotless... I'll be inspecting them when I get back.”

Why is she being so strict? It's a bit disappointing.

I nodded and licked my lips as I watched Chinami leave the Storage Room alongside Renka.

“Tetsuya-kun said he's going to an internet cafe with his classmate.”

Miyuki said as she climbed into the passenger seat.

I just shrugged, wearing an indifferent expression as I started the engine.

“I figured. I wasn't planning on giving him a ride anyway.”

“Don't be like that... It wouldn't hurt to be a little more charitable, you know.”

“I don't want to. I prefer it when it's just the two of us driving back, so why would I want to bring Miura along?”

“I mean, well... you didn't have to be quite so blunt about it...”

Smiling in secret delight, Miyuki fastened her seatbelt and continued.

“Oh, right... On Friday evening, just come straight over to my place for dinner right after school. I've already let my mom know.”

“Is that so? What about that trip you were talking about?”

“We decided to visit my relatives. I haven't brought up your name yet, Matsuda-kun, but I'm planning to ask her today.”

“Then I'm not going.”

“Why not?”

She turned to look at me, her face showing genuine confusion.

I let out a hollow chuckle as I drove out through the school gates and explained my reasoning.

“Your family might know me to some extent, but your relatives don't. It's bound to be awkward for everyone involved, so tagging along just feels wrong.”

“I had a similar thought, but you're so sociable and polite, Matsuda-kun, so I figured it would be fine.”

“Me? Sociable and polite?”

“Only when you're dealing with adults.”

Has she completely forgotten how I treated that beggar I used as an event extra back in the early days?

I let out a sharp scoff and replied.

“Anyway, if you're going to a relative's house, don't bother bringing me up.”

“But I want to go on a trip with you, Matsuda-kun.”

“I feel the same way, but I can't just barge in and be a nuisance. If it's a relative's house, let's wait until I get a bit closer to your mom and dad, and then we can think about it again.”

“Okay...”

I rested a hand on the dejected Miyuki's thigh, but when she scolded me to drive with both hands, I quietly moved it back to the steering wheel.

After dropping Miyuki off, I headed straight home and took a shower.

Right after that, I called Renka.

I needed a way to make good use of the sudden free time I had this weekend.

The phone rang four or five times before someone picked up.

“What.”

Renka answered the phone in a blunt, dismissive tone.

Sprawling out on my mattress, I asked, “Did you get home safely?”

“Yeah.”

“Why did it take you so long to pick up?”

“My phone was on silent, so I didn't realize... Wait, why do I have to explain myself to you?”

“I'm just asking a simple question, aren't I?”

“...Why did you call.”

“To tell you to keep your schedule open this Saturday.”

“I'm busy then.”

“Busy with what?”

“I'm not telling you.”

It's probably something anime-related anyway.

“Understood. Keep it open anyway.”

“I told you I'm busy.”

“Seeing as you refuse to give me a valid reason, it's obviously nothing important. I've given you advance notice just like we agreed, so come over when I call you.”

“Why are you calling me on a weekend? You could just call me on a weekday.”

“Are you throwing a little tantrum right now?”

“H-How the hell is this throwing a tantrum?! Stop acting so ridiculously shameless!”

Looking at her blow up like that, I was definitely right.

My ears are going to bleed.

“Ah, Mother... I'm sorry... my friend was just saying something weird...”

Renka's flustered voice trickled through the receiver.

Did her mom overhear her from nearby? See, this is why you should keep your temper in check.

Anyway, it's nice to see her using polite speech with her family.

And she even called me her friend? How sweet.

“You almost got me in trouble...!”

Hearing her dramatically lowered volume, I let out a low chuckle.

“How is this my fault? You're the one who lost your temper, President.”

“...Whatever. I don't want to talk about this anymore. You said Saturday, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Fine. I'll make time.”

“Good choice.”

“By the way... what exactly were you doing with Chinami earlier today?”

“I already told you, we were polishing the shinai.”

“Cut the crap, alright? Tell me the truth.”

“Why don't you ask the Master yourself?”

“I want you to tell me.”

It was obvious Chinami had kept her mouth shut. Typical.

I snickered and replied.

“Do you want to try it out too, President? I think you'd understand pretty quickly if we did it together.”

“Are you completely out of your mind?”

“If you don't want to, there's nothing I can do.”

“...Whatever. It's my fault for even asking you. I'm hanging up.”

“See you tomorrow.”

Click.

Renka hung up without another word.

I can practically picture her shaking in anger... or is that just my imagination?

Laughing to myself like a little kid, I went ahead and booked a room at a love hotel for Saturday.

Specifically, a place where we could enjoy some soft BDSM play.