Chapter 147

Renka was lewd.

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This was too much.

The outfit and the pose were bad enough, but that smile on Matsuda's face was especially overwhelming.

'Is he... is he seriously enjoying this?'

He actually liked tying someone's arms, slapping a collar on them, and treating them like a dog?

Even for a fetish, it seemed like a bit much.

But why was she obediently wearing this cosplay right now?

She had boiled with rage the moment she saw the maid outfit, fully intending to beat Matsuda to a pulp...

Yet after a brief exchange of words, she had somehow ended up sitting here obediently in the outfit.

And why did his gaze, as it roamed all over her body, feel so perverted and embarrassing, yet somehow inexplicably satisfying?

'What the hell am I thinking...'

Did that mean she was actually happy to be looked at like this? That was ridiculous.

When would the twenty minutes be up? Time seemed to be dragging.

Still, he was incredibly handsome when he smiled... such a refreshing look...

Wasn't it cheating to look that good when he was so wicked inside?

Just as she was having those thoughts—tug...

Her eyebrows twitched at the slight pull on her neck.

"Hey...! What are you doing...!"

"Ah, sorry. I just wanted a closer look."

"Do you want a beating? Stop it..."

In response, Matsuda pulled his chair forward.

He seemed fully determined to go over and look for himself if he couldn't bring her closer.

The more she looked at him, the more she realized he was a guy completely true to his desires.

Letting out a scoff, Renka fiddled with her shoulder strap and spoke.

"You bought one this loose on purpose, didn't you...?"

"What do you mean?"

"The shoulder straps... They keep slipping down..."

"I didn't know the stitching would be like that. If I had done it on purpose, I wouldn't have caught the dress when it was about to slip off just now. The store reviews didn't mention anything about the shoulder straps either..."

"Really...? I guess I'll believe you."

"Yeah. But... never mind. It's nothing."

"What? Stop being evasive and tell me. Don't piss me off."

"No... I thought this size would fit perfectly, but I guess I should have bought a size smaller."

"So that means you bought a larger size from the start! You definitely did this on pur—"

Renka, who had been yelling at him, flinched and shrank back as Matsuda's gaze shifted down to her chest.

She was about to scold him and ask what he was looking at, but then she tilted her head.

His eyes held a scrutinizing gleam, as if he were searching for something.

'What's his problem...? Perverted bastard...'

Wondering if he was looking for a nonexistent mole, she widened her eyes as a thought flashed through her mind.

"Hey!! Are... are you seriously thinking the straps are slipping down because my breasts are too small?!"

"Why the sudden outburst? I never said that."

Seeing Matsuda's bewildered expression, Renka snapped back to her senses.

She had suddenly flared up in anger and yelled... but why did she do that?

This was no different from shooting herself in the foot. Pathetic, Ino Renka.

"They aren't even that small. You're just being insecure over nothing."

Matsuda's teasing voice followed.

A massive wave of embarrassment washed over Renka, and she raised her voice.

"Sh-shut up...!"

"Your face is super red."

"Shut up! I told you to shut up!"

"Alright. I'll just look."

Renka seethed at Matsuda's consistently sly attitude, but she kept her mouth shut and merely fiddled with the bedsheets.

'This is ridiculous...'

It was absurd that she was the one who had brought up her breasts first.

Sure, Matsuda had provoked her, and she had fallen for it completely, but she never normally talked about things like this...

Swept up in the strange atmosphere filling the room, and feeling like Matsuda was looking down on her chest, she had blurted it out in a fit of anger.

She was so embarrassed she could die.

"H-how many minutes has it b—gasp!"

After staying silent for a while, Renka lifted her head to ask the time, only to flinch.

Matsuda's face was right in front of hers.

Looking at his clean, striking features, she had to admit... he really was a handsome guy.

Even if he was rotten to the core.

"...I told you to stop staring..."

"You want me to close my eyes too? That's a bit harsh..."

"I asked how many minutes have passed..."

"You told me to shut up."

"You can at least tell me this much..."

"Five minutes have passed."

Matsuda even showed her the stopwatch.

Confirming that it had indeed been just over five minutes, Renka felt dizzy.

It felt like fifteen minutes had gone by, but it had only been five. How was she going to endure the remaining fifteen?

"Haa..."

"What's wrong? Feeling hopeless?"

"No... It's just uncomfortable..."

"What's uncomfortable? The handcuffs?"

"The handcuffs too... but my neck feels stiff because of the collar..."

"Yeah? Hold on."

Scratching the side of his head, Matsuda excused himself and suddenly reached around to the back of Renka's neck.

A large hand wrapped around her nape.

Startled, Renka's shoulders twitched as she tried to swat his arm away, but—

Press... knead...

She quickly settled down as his fingers began to massage the back of her neck with just the right amount of pressure.

It absolutely wasn't because it felt surprisingly good. It was just because it was hard to move her arms, and if she kept resisting, Matsuda would inevitably find some excuse to mess with her.

Having rationalized it this way, Renka also felt a sudden sense of relief.

She was relieved that she was the one indulging Matsuda's twisted fetishes, and no one else.

Imagining him inflicting this kind of harm on someone else... was simply horrifying.

'Wait, why am I even thinking like this?'

This was exactly what a submissive slave would think.

Had she finally lost her mind? Why was she yielding to him so easily?

She needed to get a grip on herself.

"President."

Matsuda called out to her from close by.

At his deep, pleasantly low voice, Renka raised her eyelids.

"What..."

"Just wanted to say it."

"...Crazy bastard."

"Isn't your temper getting a bit too foul lately?"

"You're the one making it foul... Ah, right... Hey."

"What is it."

"You're competing in the winter tournament, right?"

"Winter tournament? For Kendo?"

"Yeah. It's a team match. Five people per team..."

"Is that so?"

Matsuda's eyes darkened slightly as the corners of his mouth crept upward.

A look that clearly screamed he was scheming something.

Feeling a simultaneous mix of anxiety and curiosity about what kind of bullshit he was going to pull next, Renka asked, "What...? Why are you making that face?"

"Oh, it's nothing... Well... I wasn't really planning on competing..."

"But?"

"What will you do for me if I enter?"

Figured as much. She had wondered why he hadn't attached any conditions yet.

"What could I possibly do for you? I only asked for the sake of your own progress, since you seemed to be getting a taste for Kendo. It's a problem if you take it that way."

"Just learning from Master is fun enough right now. And I'll compete if Master tells me to, so don't worry about it."

"So you're saying you'll let my words go in one ear and out the other? You'll only listen to Chinami?"

"President, weren't you just asking if I'd compete?"

"I mean, yes, but..."

"You sound disappointed."

"W-what are you talking about...! Who's disappointed... And back off a little! What are you doing...!"

"I'm giving you a massage. Be a good girl, alright? Just sit quietly."

His tone was like he was talking to a child.

Annoyed, Renka wanted to argue, but she decided to stay still.

Throwing a tantrum would only mean tumbling straight into whatever trap Matsuda had set.

It would be better to shut up and wait out the time.

Just as Renka was trying to calm her mind with that thought—

"You're fine now, right? I'll end the massage here."

As Matsuda took his hand off the back of her neck and sat back down in his chair, she let out a snort.

"Do whatever you want..."

"By the way, President."

"What."

"Don't you want to try this again sometime?"

"Cut the bullshit. Today is the last time."

"That's a shame."

Did he really think that would make her go soft?

What was so great about being treated like a toy?

Seeing him sitting there looking so relaxed pissed her off.

Her mind and body were exhausted right now. The least he could do was offer her some water...

He was so completely devoid of manners. What did he mean, "try this again"? Not a chance in hell.

He had absolutely zero basic decency...

Grumbling inwardly and cursing Matsuda, Renka spent the rest of the time with her head turned away, only watching him out of the corner of her eye.

Fwip.

The maid outfit was tossed haphazardly onto the bed.

I threw a brief glance at Renka, who had just come out after changing, and spoke nonchalantly.

"Why are you throwing that around?"

"You're going to throw it away anyway, aren't you? It's just cheap trash."

"Cheap? I paid quite a bit for it."

"You paid a lot when the stitching around the shoulders is that bad? You got scammed. What a pity."

"Now that I think about what you said earlier, President, I don't think the stitching was the problem."

When I subtly brought up the topic of her breasts from earlier, Renka ground her teeth.

"Shut up and let's go. I'm going to lose my mind if I stay here even a second longer."

She wanted to leave together? Our Renka... Seeing how she had secretly been enjoying it earlier while complaining, she really had changed quite a bit, hadn't she?

She didn't need to feel so insecure about her breasts.

They were definitely smaller than Miyuki's or Chinami's, but they were still a decent size compared to the average person. Plus, they were perfectly sized to grab with one hand, which I liked.

Nodding to myself, I picked up the maid outfit Renka had thrown and draped it over my arm.

Just as I was about to head out, she spoke up. "Hey...! Wait a second... Give me that."

Renka marched over to me and held out her hand.

"Give you what?"

"The maid outfit... Hand it over."

"Why?"

"I feel like you'll do something weird with it if I just let you take it."

"Something weird?"

"A-anyway, just hand it over...! I'll hand-wash it and give it back to you."

Wondering why she was acting like this all of a sudden, I noticed her face was flushed with embarrassment, and I immediately realized what she was getting at.

She was worried that I'd take it and use it to masturbate.

At this point, shouldn't she admit that she was the pervert, not me?

Of course, since I had been openly showing my desires lately, her reaction was somewhat justified... but the more I looked at her, the funnier it got.

Regardless, if she was entertaining such dirty fantasies, it would only be right of me to play along.

I put on a meaningful smile. Renka shifted her eyes anxiously at my sudden grin, and just to show off, I brought the maid outfit right up to my nose.

"Hyaak!"

Shrieking in horror, Renka snatched the maid outfit out of my grasp.

She shoved it into her bag and pointed her index finger right at me.

"I-I knew it! You crazy bastard! You Trash!"

Why did she look so adorable screaming curses at me at the top of her lungs?

Ah... I wanted to throw Renka down and go a round with her right then and there.

Bursting into laughter in front of the trembling Renka, I suddenly wiped the smile off my face.

Then I called out to Renka, who flinched and stepped back.

"President."

"Wh-what...!"

"I think I'm suddenly starting to really like you, President."

Renka's jaw dropped.

It seemed she had never in her wildest dreams expected to hear something like that.

That was quite a wide mouth. I'd be counting on it for blowjobs later.

I patted her on the shoulder as she stood there, too flustered to speak.

"Let's go. I'll take you home."

"...No... Wait... What did you just say...?"

"I mean I like you as a fellow Kendo Club member, and as the President, so please don't misunderstand. The only flaw you have is constantly letting your imagination run wild."

"M-misunderstand what?! I wasn't thinking anything like that...!"

Renka had returned to her furious self.

Shrugging to show that I understood, I brushed past her, opened the door, and stepped out.

Then I gestured for Renka to follow.

"What are you doing? Aren't you coming?"

"I'm coming...! I said I'm coming! I'm going right now...!"

She finally snapped out of it and hurried her pace. I wanted to keep teasing her, but I decided to hold back.

I'd tease her plenty more later.