Chapter 139

She took a subtle step back.

She must have felt an instinctive sense of repulsion.

I offered her a gentle smile as she hesitated.

"We'll do exactly as we agreed. You have nothing to worry about. I just want to surprise you."

"S-surprise me...? With what...? A jump scare? It's not a room like a haunted house, is it...?"

"Do you really think a love hotel would have a room like that?"

"...Who knows...?"

"It's nothing like that, so just put it on. I'll let you take it off soon. Ah, but take your windbreaker off first."

"Do I really have to take it off...?"

"Yes. You'll be inside for a while, so it'll get pretty hot."

"...Making me do all sorts of crazy things..."

Grumbling, Renka took off her windbreaker.

My eyes went wide at the sight of her pale, fully exposed midriff.

She was wearing a crop top.

The kind of workout gear that clung tight to her chest and left everything from her stomach to her solar plexus bare.

Paired with black leggings... she looked incredibly seductive.

I knew she dressed boldly when she went out, but I hadn't expected this much... It was a good thing I called her over early.

Calling her over strictly for workouts wouldn't be a bad idea in the future.

"Stop staring at me. Are you a pervert...?"

Perhaps feeling self-conscious under my gaze, Renka's face reddened just a fraction.

"I'll hang it up for you, so hand it over. It's pretty, though. It looks good on you."

"Don't compliment me. It's creepy."

So prickly.

Shaking my head, I took the windbreaker—which radiated a strong blueberry scent—and held out the blindfold once more.

"Put it on."

"...If this is something weird, you're seriously dead, got it...?"

"I know, I know."

Did my confident reply reassure her a little?

Hesitantly taking the blindfold, Renka slipped it over her eyes.

She actually trusted me? Or had her lingering awareness as a slave convinced her she shouldn't disobey an order?

Whatever it was, it worked out perfectly for me. It meant I could guide her without a fuss.

Waving a hand in front of Renka's face, I confirmed her vision was completely blocked before opening the door.

Beep!

She flinched at the noise, and I guided her forward in a kindly tone.

"Walk slowly."

She groped the air with her hands, stumbling precariously inside. I actually worried she might fall.

"Want me to hold your hand?"

"No need. Just tell me where to go..."

"Understood. Take off your shoes and walk seven steps forward. That's it... Now five steps to the left..."

Following my directions, Renka reached the trap I had prepared at a snail's pace.

Suppressing my steadily rising excitement, I spoke.

"Now get down on all fours."

"G-get down...? Why do I have to do that...?"

"Listen to me."

"Haa... This is driving me crazy... Is this enough?"

"Lower yourself a little more. Yes. Right about there is perfect. Now crawl forward."

"So annoying..."

Despite her complaints, Renka obediently followed my instructions.

Watching Renka inch forward and carefully feel the floor, I waited until she had fully entered the depths of the abyss before slamming the entrance shut and fastening the padlock.

Clack.

"W-what was that sound...?"

Renka's voice trembled slightly.

She seemed startled by the sound of metal striking metal.

After checking that the padlock was securely fastened, I answered.

"It's nothing. You can take off the blindfold now."

"Take it off...? Right now?"

"Yes. Take it off now."

"Alright..."

Renka gingerly removed the blindfold.

She quickly looked around at her surroundings. "W-what is this...? Where am I...?"

For a moment, she made a puzzled expression, seemingly unable to grasp the situation.

She had crawled into a cage.

It was a cage enclosed by iron bars on all sides, with a ceiling so low her head barely grazed it when she sat up straight, though the floor space itself was quite generous.

"Matsuda...? What are you doing right now...? I asked you a question...! Answer me...!"

Renka fired off the questions as she slowly began to realize the predicament she was in.

Giving her about ten seconds to process everything, I curled up one corner of my mouth.

"You just need to stay in there all day today."

"Whaaat...?"

Her pupils blew wide, and her jaw dropped just as far.

Mouthing silently for a moment as if at a loss for words, she finally snapped, "Y-you're a complete lunatic, aren't you...!?"

Having fully grasped the situation, she began trembling all over.

Didn't she have any harsher curses? My ears weren't even itching.

Chuckling right to her face, I crouched down in front of the cage and looked her up and down as her expression twisted with the utter humiliation of her new reality.

What flowery words were even needed? It was a thoroughly satisfying pose.

The way her ass stood out in those leggings was particularly to my liking.

Even her expression perfectly suited the setting. It was flawless.

"Well then, enjoy your rest."

At my utterly heartless words, Renka let out a roaring shout.

"Hey!! Y-y-you piece of shit!!"

Half-ignoring Renka's screams, I tested the sturdiness of the iron bars with my fingers and warned her in a low, heavy voice.

"Didn't I tell you I'd let you go early if you behaved? Do you think that kind of attitude is going to help you?"

"Grrr...!"

Renka, her hands planted on the cage's luxurious red floor, clenched her fists tight.

Grinding her teeth as if overwhelmed by an immense sense of degradation, she spat, "Son of a bitch...!"

Oblivious to my warning, she hurled a curse filled with genuine venom.

Calling me a 'son of a bitch' instead of a 'piece of shit.' How cute.

Letting Renka's curses go in one ear and out the other, I opened the refrigerator, took out a stocked beverage, and took a sip.

Then I slowly walked over to the bed, lay down, and turned on the TV.

"You... you perverted freak..."

Renka muttered, having taken a look around the bedroom.

Because the room had such a distinct theme, it seemed she had misunderstood my tastes.

No, strictly speaking, it wasn't a misunderstanding. I was going to make a hobby out of this from now on.

Ignoring Renka's nasty remarks, I snacked on the chips I had bought and put on a movie.

The genre was romance. It was an R-15 rated movie with BDSM elements.

A story where male and female childhood friends gradually fell into BDSM play, starting as sex partners before ultimately becoming a couple with a master-slave dynamic.

I had picked it because it seemed similar to Renka's situation, but well... she probably wouldn't be able to focus on the movie while glaring daggers at me.

As the production company's massive logo appeared on the wall-mounted TV, I glanced over at Renka, who was still trembling.

"Hk...!"

At that, Renka's body flinched backward.

She seemed intimidated by my emotionless gaze.

Getting off the bed, I held out a small tub of Popcorn to her.

"Want some Popcorn?"

"..."