Chapter 140

Renka's mouth fell open.

She seemed dumbfounded that I was acting so casually after locking her in a cage.

Staring up at me blankly through the bars, she suddenly bit her lip and whipped her head away.

It meant she wasn't going to eat.

"Don't be like that. Eat up."

"...Are you seriously sick in the head or something? Do you have a mental illness...?"

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why...? Do you think a normal person would ever come up with this...?"

"I told you last time. It's my preference."

"Your preference... is this...? Have you always been into this kind of thing?"

You like this kind of thing too, you know.

Though you probably just haven't realized it yet.

"I wouldn't say always, but President, you just suit it so well..."

"Wh-what kind of nonsense is that...! This suits me? Looking like this?"

"Yes. You're so pretty."

Renka's face flushed slightly at those words.

She must have felt the sincerity in my compliment. I didn't expect her to get embarrassed even in a situation like this... Amazing.

As expected, you're an excellent slave. Seeing you improve so quickly already brings joy to your master.

I pulled out a piece of caramel-coated Popcorn and held it out through the bars.

"Say ah."

"What...? You're... you're a complete psycho, aren't you...?"

"Don't you want to go home early?"

Renka squeezed her eyes shut at the threat.

Gritting her teeth in frustration, she brought her face closer and opened her mouth.

I popped the Popcorn inside, and she began to chew.

"Is it good?"

"....."

"It's good, isn't it?"

"It's good...! I said it's good...!"

"Want another one?"

"No...!"

"Why won't you eat it if it's good? Alright."

Shrugging, I went back to the bed and lay down comfortably.

Let's see how things play out from here.

I wasn't going to ignore her completely.

She wasn't used to this kind of roleplay yet.

I didn't know much about it either, so for now, I planned to accommodate Renka as much as possible.

Renka quieted down about thirty minutes after the movie started.

Struggling was useless. Trapped inside a cage she couldn't open herself, her only option was to watch the movie.

Smack!

[Agh! You son of a bitch...! That hurts...]

Startled by the complaints of the woman who had just been whipped across the chest, the man quickly set the whip down.

[Y-you told me to hit you...! Does it hurt?]

[Who told you to hit me so hard!? B-but... strangely... it feels...]

[But why are you talking down to me...? You're supposed to call me Master.]

[Oh, right...]

It was an awkward session between a man and a woman trying BDSM for the first time.

There was a comical undertone to the eroticism that actually made it pretty good.

But why was this rated R15+? It felt like it should be R18+.

Keeping my face fixed on the TV, I merely shifted my eyes to glance at Renka.

"...Haa... So annoying..."

She was shifting around, trying out different positions inside the cage.

She lay on the hard floor, stretching one arm up to use as a pillow, then tossed and turned again.

Even so, she couldn't take her eyes off the TV. It seemed Renka was quite interested in the movie, too.

It's nice to see you accepting reality and enjoying yourself. Please show me this side of you often from now on.

About an hour passed like that.

Smack!

[Aaagh! Master...! It hurts... Please hit me a little softer...]

[Shut your mouth.]

Around the time the two protagonists' play became quite skilled, Renka, who had been watching the movie with her back against the bars, called out to me weakly.

"Um... Matsuda..."

Why did her voice sound like a whimper?

I didn't answer and merely looked at her.

Flinching slightly under my gaze, Renka hesitated before speaking again.

"What do I do if I need to use the bathroom...?"

"....."

"Answer me... I'm asking what I should do if I want to go to the bathroom..."

"....."

Did she realize something from watching me stare at her without saying a word?

Renka's tone became slightly more polite.

"P-please answer me..."

Though there was still a bit of edge in her voice, the fierce defiance from earlier was mostly gone.

Was it so incredibly uncomfortable in there that she was trying to get on my good side just to be let out?

The cage was spacious, but only compared to a standard one.

With her range of motion restricted and unable to even sit up properly, she was bound to feel stifled.

Nodding, I asked.

"Do you want to use the bathroom?"

"Not right now, but... if I want to..."

"You can't."

"...What?"

"I said you can't go."

Renka's eyes went wide at the deadpan refusal.

Smiling brightly, I immediately corrected myself.

"I'm joking. Just tell me when you want to go."

"O-okay..."

With that conversation ended, the room fell quiet again.

Thirty minutes later, when the movie reached its climax: [I love you.]

[I love you too.]

The two protagonists kissed, revealing their true feelings for each other, and then the screen slowly faded to black as the ending credits began to roll.

With that, the roughly two-hour movie ended.

It wasn't a bad movie. The storyline was just so-so, but it was nice how it presented the BDSM elements without making the audience uncomfortable.

I guess there was a reason its rating was so high.

Tossing the empty snack bag into the trash can, I sneaked a glance to see what Renka was up to.

She was staring intently at the TV screen. Was she caught up in the lingering emotions of the film?

She must have enjoyed the movie.

"Um... Matsuda..."

Renka, who hadn't taken her eyes off the TV for a long time, called out.

I took a sip of my drink and replied.

"What is it?"

"I'm thirsty... Can you give me some water...?"

I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water.

Then, I approached the cage and crouched down.

"See how nice it is when you ask properly? Good job."

"....."

She silently lifted her head slightly to look up at me.

Her expression was so ambiguous that I couldn't tell if she was feeling humiliated or just embarrassed.

It could be both.

Unscrewing the cap, I slipped the neck of the water bottle through the bars.

"Drink up."

"Y-you want me to drink like this...?"

"The gaps between the bars are too narrow to hand you the bottle."

"...That's true, but... can't you just let me out to drink...?"

"No, I can't."

"My back and butt hurt..."

Was this a tactic to earn my sympathy?

No, she was probably being honest about the pain.

She had been sitting hunched over on a hard floor for almost two hours, so it was only natural.

"Hmm... What should I do? This wasn't in the plan."

"Please... I also want to go to the bathroom..."

"Will you behave if I let you out?"

"Yeah... I'll behave..."

"You won't run away?"

"Wh-why would I run away...! I know I'll be in even bigger trouble if I do..."

Was it because she had just watched that movie? She was in the perfect mindset.

Stop turning me on. Or I'll make you suck it right inside there.

Screwing the water bottle cap back on, I scratched my chin, pretending to think it over.

"You're going to come out, drink some water, do your business, and then go straight back in, right?"

"...Let me rest a bit..."

"For how long?"

"A-about an hour...?"

"You want to rest that long?"

"Hey... It isn't even lunchtime yet, so couldn't you at least do this for me...? I want to take a shower too... You know I came straight from working out..."

"I only smell nice things on you, though."

Renka drew in a sharp breath at my words.

She seemed flustered that I had complimented her with such a straight face.

"But I still feel gross..."

"Thirty minutes should be enough for a shower, right?"

"Yeah... That's plenty."

She wasn't asking for an hour like before.

Well, it made sense. If she tried to pull any tricks and got on my bad side, her return home would only be delayed further.

Pretending to give in reluctantly, I let out a deep sigh, pulled the key from my pocket, and moved over to the cage's entrance.

Renka's face lit up as she crawled toward the door.

Staring back into eyes that practically begged me to open the door quickly, I spoke.

"I don't have to listen to your requests, President, but I'm showing you some consideration. You know that, right?"

"I know..."

"Then what should you say?"

"...Thank you...?"

"That's right. You need to express your gratitude. Good job."

When I spoke in the softest, kindest voice possible—as if praising a child taking their first steps—Renka bit her lower lip hard.

It was a look filled with humiliation. Yet, somewhere within it, I sensed a slight... very slight hint of joy. Was I just imagining things?

Watching the significantly softened Renka with a satisfied expression, I slipped the key into the padlock and turned it.

Click.

I opened the cage door and held out my hand to her. After hesitating for a moment, she grabbed it and crawled out.

Standing up, she stretched her body before snatching the water bottle from my hand.

Gulping down the water, she looked back at me.

"Shii..." she huffed, letting out a surprisingly cute sound that betrayed her intense emotions.

"Did I hear that right?"

"...Hear what..."

"Weren't you just about to curse? I thought I heard a 'shi...'."

"No. You heard wrong."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. That's what it was."

"I don't think so."

"Well, it was... I'm going to take a shower."

Renka headed for the bathroom, sneaking nervous glances at me.

It was funny to see her scurrying away as if she were fleeing.

The more layers I peeled back, the more fresh reactions I got, and we still had plenty of time.

I was going to enjoy today to the fullest.

And, of course, I wouldn't forget to train Renka while I was at it.