Chapter 229

It was a sensation best described as a severe shock of static electricity.

Was it an orgasm? Or just goosebumps brought on by the touch of someone she hated?

She had never permitted his touch, yet instead of feeling repulsed, her body temperature had only risen. Come to think of it...

"Nng...!"

A sudden tingling pooled between her legs.

To borrow a phrase from adult manga, it was a sudden, throbbing clench.

Instinctively pressing her legs together, Renka rubbed her slender thighs against each other and tossed and turned in bed.

Why had she just let that shameless bastard Matsuda get away with touching her body without permission?

Ridiculously enough, she had even thought his behavior was very Matsuda-like.

It defied all common sense. She really must have lost her mind.

Still, she had to give Matsuda some credit.

He had managed to suppress his lust when she told him to stop.

He must have desperately wanted to go further, yet he had actually listened to her. For some reason, she was glad.

'Wait, no. What exactly is commendable about that?'

Catching herself, Renka vigorously shook her head.

There was zero reason to view him favorably. Why was she having these stupid thoughts again?

At this rate, she really would turn into... a fully broken-in slave doll.

It felt like she had been conditioned without even realizing it.

Just like the heroines in the training genre Matsuda loved so much.

He definitely loved the training genre.

Judging by the manga he had recommended to her on AnyShare, or the fact that he read Ms. Asagao's Household Circumstances in real life, his tendencies likely leaned heavily toward the dominant side.

He liked dominating women.

The wishes Matsuda had used were all related to conditioning and training, too.

He had forced her to call him Master, and made her obey his orders in a prison-themed love hotel.

He had locked her inside a cramped iron cage, dressed her in a maid outfit, fastened a collar around her neck, and held the leash just to admire the view.

Did that mean Matsuda was trying to train her?

Like one of the submissive women in the manga he recommended?

Did he plan to enjoy an innocent romance with Chinami, while using Renka as a plaything to vent the dark urges he couldn't unleash on pure little Chinami?

Reaching that conclusion, a curse burst from Renka's lips.

"That bastard...!"

How dare he see her that way...!

She wasn't going to dance in Matsuda's filthy palms anymore.

Resolving herself, Renka was just about to log into AnyShare and hurl a mountain of curses at MK when her eyes fell on the shopping bag sitting in the corner of her room.

Was the bunny girl outfit really that great? Enough to make him lose his mind and lunge at her?

Sure, it was incredibly revealing, and it made sense that it would stir up a viewer's lust, but...

Matsuda had said something before.

That the cosplay was only good because she was the one wearing it.

When she first heard him say that, she had thought he was a total creep, but now... it actually didn't feel so bad.

It made her feel like he viewed her as someone special.

Anyway, thank god she had brought the outfit home with her.

If she hadn't, Matsuda would probably be burying his face in the fabric right now, sniffing her scent.

Or worse...

"Aaaagh!"

Renka shrieked as she pictured Matsuda shoving his hand into the pantyhose and fondling his cock.

A moment later, a voice called out. "What's wrong? Did one of your figures break?"

Her mother's worried voice drifted in from outside the room.

Realizing her blunder, Renka hurriedly cleared her throat.

"I-It's nothing...!"

Having sent her mother away, Renka patted her chest in relief.

She needed to calm down. Matsuda was a massive pervert, yes, but he wouldn't sink that low.

'He shouldn't be so handsome... It's so annoying...'

His deep-set eyes, thick eyebrows... and that sharp, high nose. He even had great skin.

Recalling the features of the face she had seen from inches away, Renka's lips trembled as she pulled the blanket all the way up to her nose.

A truly massive incident had happened today.

What was she supposed to tell Chinami? The mere thought made her vision go dark.

What was going to happen to her now?

She didn't know. Her head hurt. She didn't want to think about anything else right now, so she decided to soothe her mind by looking at her figures.

"..."

It wasn't soothing at all.

Should she just go to sleep? No, she wasn't even tired. If she closed her eyes, she would only end up thinking about Matsuda even more.

At this rate, she was going to end up staying awake all night.

Rustle.

Trying to scrub away her complicated feelings, Renka unknowingly brought a hand to the nape of her neck.

Matsuda's lips had brushed right past this spot.

The sensation had been quite ticklish, moist, and lukewarm.

'Did it feel... good?'

She had been so flustered by Matsuda's sudden actions that she couldn't even remember what exactly she had felt in the moment.

But it certainly hadn't been negative.

Why? Because she didn't hate Matsuda. She just thought he was being mischievous.

But wait... hadn't she felt something hard pressing right between her lower belly and her crotch back then?

She couldn't be sure. But if she had, then that was probably Matsuda's...

Thwack! Thwack!

Having entertained such a brazen thought, Renka furiously kicked her blanket.

'Wait, am I a pervert too...?'

To think she would experience something so unimaginable—something she would have fiercely rejected in the past—and only end up feeling this kind of sexual curiosity.

Maybe she was just like Matsuda... No, maybe she was an even bigger pervert than him.

She couldn't rule out the possibility that some hidden instinct had been awakened within her.

"Haa..."

Trying her best to calm her turbulent mind, Renka began to seriously ponder her own inherent nature.

At the same time, she tried to recall the exact sensation of Matsuda holding her in his arms.

Completely subconsciously, of course.

The next morning.

I arrived in front of Renka's house thirty minutes before our shift started and sent her a message.

A few minutes later, the Main Gate opened. Renka stumbled out, her movements sluggish, and opened the car door.

Clack.

"Morning."

"...Yeah..."

Receiving my greeting with a soulless voice, Renka sported deep, dark bags under her eyes.

Just as I expected, it looked like she hadn't gotten much sleep.

She was so exhausted she couldn't even meet my eyes properly. I suddenly shoved my face right up to hers.

"Gah!?"

I stared at her with a worried gaze as she jolted in shock.

"Did you not sleep?"

"I slept fine. Move your fa— Nng!?"

Ready to snap at me, Renka flinched and clamped her mouth shut.

I had placed the back of my hand against her forehead.

Leaving her flustered for a brief moment, I muttered:

"You don't have a fever."

"W-Why would I have a fever...?"

"Your face is bright red."

"I-It is?"

"Yep. Anyway, you're not sick, right?"

"...I'm not sick... And whether I am or not, mind your own business."

"How can I? It's a big deal if my slave gets sick. That means I'd have to do all the work."

"You son of a..."

"We're departing."

Cutting off Renka right as she was about to explode, I started the car.

I put up with Renka muttering her complaints under her breath until we arrived at the cafe. I unlocked the back door and turned on the lights.

"You can change clothes first, President."

"Change...? Ah... the uniform..."

What was I supposed to do with her if she reacted so sensitively to every little word?

I had plenty of worse things to say in the future.

"I was going to."

Maybe she refused to lose her nerve, or maybe she just wanted to make an excuse.

Tacking on that useless comment, Renka walked into the Changing Room.

Click. The door locked behind her. Chuckling at Renka's attempt to maintain strict security, I washed my hands at the sink and quietly waited for her to come out.

Creak...

Not long after, Renka stepped out wearing her uniform and apron.

Clearing my throat, I called out to her as she walked past me toward the counter, trying her hardest to act nonchalant and indifferent.

"President."

"Hiep!? What...?"

What was that little sound just now?

It was incredibly cute.

"Come here for a second."

"Where...?"

"Over here."

I pointed inside the Changing Room, and Renka frantically shook her head.

"What are you trying to do...? I'm not going...!"

"I'm not going to do anything weird, just come here."

"..."

Lowering her long eyelashes, Renka cautiously approached.

Amused by how well she listened despite her obvious reluctance, I waited until Renka stepped completely inside the Changing Room before rummaging through my pocket and pulling something out.

"Eat this."

Out came a small, round purple candy in a crinkling plastic wrapper.

Renka looked at it and asked with a puzzled expression.

"What is that?"

"It's candy."

"I mean, why are you giving this to me?"

"I stopped by a Convenience Store on the way back yesterday, and they were selling Blueberry Candy. I wanted to give you one, so I brought it."

With that said, I peeled off the wrapper, pulled out the candy, and held it right in front of Renka's bright, rosy lips.

"Here."

"...Just hand it over. I'll eat it myself."

"Disobeying again, huh? Open your mouth."

"Are you crazy? No."

"Just open it."

"You think I'm going to open it just because you say that? Get lost!"

Spitting curses, she clamped her lips tightly inward.

Smiling wryly at her amusing display, I pressed the candy against the center of her lips and gradually pushed.

"Mmph!"

Renka's eyes squeezed shut.

I could see her fighting with all her might, determined to never open her mouth even if it killed her.

Normally, if I did something like this, she would have kicked me right in the shins. To think she was only putting up such cute resistance now...

What happened yesterday must have had a huge impact on her.

I went ahead and grabbed the back of Renka's neck to finish the job.

Click.

Unable to resist my strength, Renka's mouth parted slightly, and the candy bumped against her firmly clenched teeth.

I applied even more pressure. Slowly, her teeth parted, and the smooth edge of the candy slipped through the gap before getting stuck.

While she was stuck like that, I used my thumb to push the flat side of the candy, half-forcing the sweet into her mouth.

Along with my thumb.

"Mmph...!?"

Feeling an unfamiliar finger slide perfectly into her mouth, Renka's tightly shut eyes snapped open.

She lowered her gaze to see just what had been shoved into her mouth, and her bewildered expression instantly cooled.

Seeing my playful smirk must have hurt her pride, because her eyes narrowed fiercely. Then—chomp!

She bit down on the first knuckle of my thumb resting inside her mouth.

Even as she did it, she held back just enough pressure so as not to pierce my skin. Seeing that, I felt like the day I could truly enjoy slave play with Renka wasn't far off.

If the old Renka was a haughty noble who couldn't accept reality right after being sold into slavery, the current Renka had accepted her status as a slave but still clung to her old noble habits, leaving behind a trace of pride and rebellion.

Yeah, that analogy felt about right.

"Don't bite. It hurts."

Enduring the sharp pain, I brazenly stroked the nape of Renka's neck, playing with the baby hairs there.

"...Mmph!?"

Only then realizing she had allowed my hand to linger on her neck, Renka's eyes widened, and she hurriedly shoved my chest away.

"Y-You...! Die!"

Touching her cheeks, which were flushed red as if about to burst, she cursed at me and fled the Changing Room.

Even as she ran, she was rolling the Blueberry Candy I had pushed into her mouth.

Slam!

Staring at the forcefully shut door of the Changing Room, I smacked my lips.

I was planning to slowly bring the thumb coated in Renka's warm saliva to my own lips and suck it clean right in front of her...

What a shame.

"Thank you! Enjoy your drinks!"

Renka cheerfully greeted a customer as she handed them their coffee.

Stepping up beside her, I watched the customer walk out of the cafe and called out to her.

"President."

"...What."

"Why does your voice drop like that when I call you?"

"It doesn't."

"You sound so unfriendly."

"Are you seriously asking me that!? You..."

"Was the candy good? Want another?"

"Ugh...!"

Clearly reminded of what had happened in the Changing Room, Renka made a conflicted face.

Watching her delicate brows furrow, I spoke up.

"You don't want it?"

"...No. And stop talking to me like I'm a child. It feels absolutely awful."