Chapter 227

"I came out because I saw your car from the window."

"Did you?"

"Yeah. You should have told me you were here. Were you just going to wait out here like an idiot? You'll get a ticket."

"Why would I get a ticket?"

"You aren't even parked in the Parking Lot, and you're blocking a side of the road, so of course you'll get one. My family isn't the only one living in this neighborhood..."

"Did you come out because you were worried about me?"

"Worried, my foot...! I just came out to stop you from getting a ticket so you wouldn't blame it on me...!"

"Then you were worried. Not about me, but about yourself, President."

"Think whatever you want and just drive. I need to get this over with quickly and rest."

She was putting up a resolute front.

Would she still act like that when she saw the bunny girl outfit?

Calming my pounding heart, I agreed and drove toward the Hotel.

Afterward, I walked into the lobby with Renka, who had her hands shoved deep into her pockets. I selected the room I'd booked at the kiosk and grabbed the key.

"What? Why an overnight stay? Weren't we just renting it for a few hours?"

Renka asked sharply, her eyes fixed on the screen.

I shrugged casually and replied.

"I just booked it for the night. So we wouldn't feel rushed."

"What do you mean, rushed? We won't even use up the short-stay hours anyway. It's a waste of money."

"You never know."

"What...? Why wouldn't we know...?"

Renka's voice dropped.

She looked like she was entertaining some naughty thoughts.

Of course, I had worded it in a way that invited misunderstandings.

"You dragged your feet when you put on the maid outfit last time. I booked it for the night in case you stalled again."

"...There wasn't any other reason, right?"

I would tack on plenty of other reasons later, but at least for now, there weren't any.

Still, to think she could say things like that... She had grown a lot.

I felt like a lot of things would become possible with Renka soon.

"Another reason? What else could there be?"

Frowning at my cheeky attitude, Renka shook her head.

"Never mind. Let's just go."

"Are you really that excited?"

"You crazy bastard...! I meant we should go up because it's embarrassing standing around here...! And why the hell are you sniffing me...!"

"Because your cosmetics smell nice, President."

"...Spoken like a true pervert... Ugh, let's just go...!"

"All right, all right. Stop being so cranky."

Soothing her smoothly, I slyly rested my hand on the small of her back.

She flinched, but I gently guided her forward until we stood together in front of the elevator.

"Are you happy now?"

"Don't just touch me..."

"So sensitive. I'm sorry."

"...Watch yourself from now on."

No. I'm going to keep taming you like this.

Swallowing those words, I stepped into the elevator as the doors slid open with a ding!

Beep—!

I pressed the key card to the lock and opened the door. A room with plum-colored walls greeted Renka and me.

The interior had a modern, dim, and entirely purple-themed atmosphere, complete with a long bar counter in the center.

Seeing this, Renka muttered in displeasure.

"What bizarre taste... Seriously..."

"I just matched the theme to the cosplay. Shall we head in?"

"..."

Hesitating, Renka carefully took a step and followed me inside.

I strolled over to the corner, sat down on the edge of the bed, and pointed at a firmly shut door on the wall.

"Once you're mentally prepared, go in there, change, and come out."

"...Got it."

"Do you want some water?"

"No, I'll change right now."

"Already?"

"I told you I want to get this over with quickly. The outfit is in there, right?"

"Yeah. But don't you think it'd be nice to chat for a bit first?"

"No."

Tossing out a prickly refusal, Renka went into the Changing Room and shut the door.

A faint click echoed out. She must have turned on the light.

Just as I was thinking it was about time for her cursing to start...

"Hey! You son of a bitch!"

Her sharp, venomous voice rang out from the room.

Just as expected. I was going to live a long life with how much she cursed at me.

Bang—!

Renka threw the door open in a fit of temper and stormed over, clutching a glossy black leotard in her hand.

Shaking it right in my face, she snapped furiously.

"You expect me to wear this right now? You said it was about as revealing as the maid outfit!"

"It is similar."

"Not at all! This is a leotard! It's even cut super low on the chest! And the back and leg exposure is insane!"

"Looks the same as the maid outfit to me."

"Your eyes are broken, then! And what's with the bell on the Choker!? Aren't bow ties the standard for bunny girls?"

"Ah, the bell is just my personal taste."

Was she left speechless by my sheer audacity?

A loud, incredulous "Hah!" burst from Renka's lips.

"I can't do this! I won't do it!"

"You can't do that. We made a promise."

"The terms of the promise are completely different!"

"The promise was that you'd do a cosplay. What's different about it?"

"Fine. Remember what you said? That if I genuinely didn't want to do it, you'd cancel it. Well, I genuinely don't want to do this right now, so let's pretend this never happened."

"Then I'll just keep whining and begging you to do it."

"..."

Perhaps recalling how I chanted about cosplay every single time we met, Renka squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them.

Her face full of irritation, she glared at me as if she wanted to kill me.

"This is really the last time, right...?"

"Yeah."

"Truly, honestly?"

"Yes. I'll pinky swear on it. Here."

I extended my pinky toward her. She instinctively moved to hook hers around it, but paused.

Standing perfectly still for a moment as if pondering something, she finally spoke.

"...Never mind the pinky swear. I'll... I'll wear this, but I think it's completely unfair. You might think it's the same level of exposure as the maid outfit, but I don't see it that way at all. So, I need to get something in return."

"What kind of return?"

"If I do this for you, you have to grant me one wish."

"What wish?"

"I don't know. I haven't thought of one yet."

A slave trying to strike a bargain with her master was absurd.

It was a situation that warranted a whipping at the very least. But right now, my slave still had the rebellious streak of a teenage schoolgirl, so I figured I should grant her request, if only to maintain our deep bond.

If she made a weird wish, I could just force her to take it back.

With that in mind, I gave a willing nod.

"Understood."

"Promise."

"I promise."

"...Fine. I just have to put this on and come out, right?"

"Yes. And you have to wear all the accessories too."

"...Can't you let me skip the bell? And the headband..."

"Those accessories are what complete the bunny girl look. Are you kidding me? Absolutely not."

"Son of a bitch..."

This was playing out exactly like the time she wore the maid outfit. It felt like déjà vu.

Chuckling inwardly, I silently pointed at the Changing Room door.

Renka let out a profound, heavy sigh from the bottom of her heart, then deliberately stomped her feet as she marched back into the Changing Room.

Was it just viewing time now? Just imagining it turned me on.

Suppressing the rush of blood to my lower half, I lay back comfortably on the bed and waited for Renka.

Thinking it was taking her quite a while to change, I checked the clock on my Cell Phone.

Only five minutes had passed. It felt like I'd been waiting for twenty. Wasn't time dragging a bit too much?

The wait itself was sheer torture. This was tough.

Fighting the urge to barge right into the Changing Room then and there, I continued waiting for her until—

Creaaak...

The Changing Room door opened just a crack and stopped, prompting me to shoot up into a sitting position.

I could see Renka's eyes peering through the gap.

The opening was dark; she must have turned off the lights inside.

"Are you done changing?"

"...Hey."

Instead of answering, Renka called out to me in a timid voice, her breathing slightly irregular.

I wondered why, but the answer came to me right away.

It was difficult for her to put on a strapless leotard by herself.

To think I hadn't realized that... It was my mistake.

"Yeah?"

"I-It's impossible to put this on alone... The zipper on the back is a bit... I'll turn around, so p-pull it up for me..."

"Sure."

"Don't touch the door until I open it... Got it...?"

"Got it."

"Ahem..."

Coughing awkwardly to mask her embarrassment, Renka turned around and pressed her back against the gap in the door.

Because of that, the fluffy white bunny tail attached to the back of the leotard poked out slightly through the opening, instantly catching my eye.

Along with it, I caught faint glimpses of her pelvis and hips beneath, as well as her long legs clad in low-denier stockings.

Add to that her pure white back, glistening with a light sheen of sweat from her solitary struggle...

I felt the limits of my desire expanding exponentially in an instant. If it was already this bad, I wondered if I'd lose control and pounce on her the moment she stepped out.

"W-What are you doing...! Just zip it up already...!"

Snapping out of my daze at her urging, I obediently pulled the zipper up.

With a faint zipping sound, the leotard tightened around her.

"Hnn!"

The sensation of her upper body being constricted must have felt strange, as a short, moan-like gasp escaped Renka's lips.

Finding that sound incredibly erotic, I asked.

"All done?"

"Y-Yeah, it's done... Now close the door and step back... I'll come out in thirty seconds..."

"Do we really have to do all that?"

"We do...! I feel like I'm going to die of embarrassment right now, okay...? So back off...!"

Answering submissively, I stepped well away from the Changing Room the moment the door slammed shut.

A short while later...

Creaaaak...

The Changing Room door slowly opened, and Renka cautiously revealed herself, covering her cleavage with both hands.

The cuffs around her wrists, the bunny ear headband with a ribbon tied at the back, the glossy leotard and stockings, and finally, a pair of sky-high heels...

Fully decked out in the prepared outfit and accessories, there was no other way to describe her but absolutely gorgeous—and unspeakably sexy.

"H-Hurry... hurry up and tell me what pose to do..."

Asking me to order her to pose while staring at the ground with a face utterly filled with humiliation...

I couldn't be more satisfied. I felt like I could die happy right now.

Staring blankly at her with those thoughts in mind...

Jingle—!

"Eek!"

Renka jumped in fright at the sound ringing from the bell around her neck, her shoulders flinching. Swallowing hard, I expressed my concern.

"Um... are you going to be okay? You don't have to do the pose..."

"Shut up...! Don't act soft on me now...! Just tell me what to do...! I want to get this over with and go home...!"

"Well, I mean... I do want you to do a bunny dance... Think you can manage it?"

"W-What...? A bunny dance...?"

Her mouth fell open in shock, as if it was a pose she hadn't even imagined.

If she was wearing a bunny girl outfit, doing a bunny dance was a given.

Did she seriously expect some vanilla pose like holding a tray in one hand and serving drinks?

That would have been pretty disappointing.

"Yep. A bunny dance."

"You are... Trash. The kind of Trash that can absolutely never be recycled... you know that?"

Nodding at her as she cursed me with a half-resigned look in her eyes, I replied.

"Well... I suppose so. I'll admit it."

"..."

"Shall we begin?"

Renka's arms, which had been covering her cleavage, slowly lifted until her hands rested near her temples.

At the same time, her hips pushed back, and her thighs squeezed slightly inward.

Oozing pure sex appeal by pulling off moves I hadn't even asked for, she...

...simply couldn't bring herself to meet my eyes. Gripped by overwhelming humiliation, she kept her gaze cast downward and bit hard on her lower lip.