Chapter 239

My arm, once resting around her shoulders, had somehow slipped behind Renka's back—now pressed firmly against the seat—and wrapped around her waist.

My fingers kneaded her slender, firm waist. Did the sensation register? Renka's entire body jolted before she managed to squeeze out the words.

"Hk...! Stop... stop it...!"

Ignoring her desperate plea, I pressed my lips to Renka's flushed neck. Just like last time at the Hotel, I moved my lips carefully, barely grazing her skin.

"Ah... aahh..."

Renka let out a drawn-out moan, tilting her head back as if she had lost her senses again. Did she even realize her hands were gripping my thigh? She probably just needed something to hold on to, but it was hilarious that she chose my leg.

I lifted the Popcorn bucket—already half empty from spilling—off her legs and set it on her lap. Renka subconsciously hugged the tub with both hands and squeezed.

I had no idea why the crumpling paper bucket was so funny to me, or why Renka looked so damn cute. Stifling a chuckle, I continued to tease her waist and neck. Just as she let out a choked gasp, as if struggling to hold it in, I blew softly into her ear.

"Hee...!"

Renka let out a cute squeal and shook her head wildly. As if a wave of goosebumps had rushed over her, she squeezed her legs tightly together and even lifted her knees slightly.

She curled her body inward, shivering violently, yet somehow still clung to the completely crushed Popcorn bucket. Giving up her struggle and submitting like this perfectly fit the image of a slave.

Granted, it wasn't true submission—more like quietly hiding to weather a typhoon—but her training was coming along nicely, which pleased me. With that thought, I leaned in and whispered to the slightly calmed Renka.

"Relax."

"Hng...!?"

She jumped in surprise and looked my way. But perhaps overwhelmed by how close my face was to hers, she quickly averted her eyes again. Had Renka ever been this shy before? Discovering a new side to her today wasn't a bad feeling at all.

"I said, relax."

I dropped my tone sharply, feigning a hint of anger. Renka flinched, and the tension in her body finally loosened a bit. She still only listened when I spoke forcefully. Then again, that suited her perfectly.

"Are you okay?"

Confused by my sudden switch to a gentle tone, Renka stared at me with dumbfounded eyes.

"Wh-what...?"

Her expression looked as though a thick fog had rolled into her mind. It was a clear sign of just how flustered and overwhelmed she felt by the situation.

Offering her the refreshing smile she liked so much, I gently turned her body toward me and spoke in a soft tone.

"Turn your body a little. There we go, good job."

I sounded as though I were praising a puppy for sitting in front of its owner for the very first time. Yet, instead of snapping back at me, Renka simply swayed her upper body back and forth like a drunkard in a daze. Did she even register what I said? Probably not.

Tightening my grip around her waist, I slyly reached out with my free hand and placed it on her pelvis. As Renka was drawn closer to me, I buried my face into her neck and inhaled deeply.

"Hah...!"

The sensation must have been completely alien to her; her body jolted as if she had been pricked by a needle. Meanwhile, my hand slid from her pelvis down to her rear.

With her upper body leaning into mine, I slowly patted her rear in a steady rhythm. Just as she began to realize what was happening to her lower half, I opened my mouth. Then, as carefully as if biting into a soft piece of fruit, I pursed my lips and bit her neck.

"Hhk...!"

A short, rapid, and rugged gasp burst from Renka's lips. Her hands, which had been clutching the Popcorn bucket, fell limp to her sides as she gulped heavily. The escalating intensity of my touch seemed to have wiped her mind completely blank.

When I added a faint smacking sound to the bite, I felt Renka's entire body stiffen. Even her intermittent moans had long since died away. I genuinely started to worry if she had forgotten how to breathe.

I pulled my lips back and sneaked a glance at her. Seeing her stiff upper body slowly rise and fall with her breath, I let out a soft chuckle. She was fine. Honestly, making me nervous in a situation like this was a talent in itself.

I brushed aside the damp strands of hair clinging to her sweaty cheek, then began to stroke the outside of her thighs. As my hand slid over her black skinny jeans, the sensation seemed to jolt some sense back into her. Renka blinked heavily and finally met my gaze.

"...Huh...?"

At first, she merely let out a flustered gasp with a bewildered expression.

"Ah...!"

Then, fully grasping what was happening to her, a fierce glare returned to her eyes. But the moment I leaned my face in closer, as if to kiss her on the spot, she immediately reverted to that same dazed expression.

With her having zero resistance like this, I wondered if we could even do BDSM play at all. I had a mountain of things I wanted to try, but I was worried she'd pass out from pleasure at the first simple crack of a whip.

"President."

"..."

"President."

"..."

"Hey."

"H-huh...?"

Only when I dropped the honorifics and addressed her informally did Renka snap back to reality. Smirking at her as she continued to pant heavily, I spoke.

"You like this sort of thing, don't you?"

"...What...?"

"You know you like it."

Renka lowered her blinking eyes at my words. Checking exactly what was pressing against her thigh and waist, she gritted her teeth and shook her head.

"N-no...! Move it right now...!"

"I don't want to."

"I'll kill... no... I'll hit you, you know...?"

It was cute how she hastily corrected her aggressive threat the moment she saw my brow furrow.

"You're making a mistake right now... Stop now and I'll let it slide... Move your hand..."

Feigning indifference to her warning, I teased the hem of her black t-shirt tucked into her skinny jeans, acting as if I were about to pull it out. Renka looked like she was about to faint from shock and pushed her pelvis back with all her might.

But her struggling was pointless; she was still completely within my grasp. Realizing that there was no escaping me no matter what she did, she frantically twisted her body back and forth—

Tap.

As her lips accidentally brushed against mine, she froze entirely, all her struggles stopping in an instant.

She hadn't been kissed; she had kissed me, and the realization seemed to panic her. Not that she had done it on purpose, of course. Cheering inwardly at her remarkably honest expression, I watched her gulp nervously before leaning in to press my lips against hers.

At first, I kept it completely silent, merely brushing the very edges of our lips together.

Tap.

Seeing her eyes shoot wide open at the sensation of a real kiss, I took a bolder step. I grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her closer, and fused our lips together.

"Mmph...!"

Taking it a step further, just as Renka's body began to go limp, I slipped my tongue out slightly. I gently and softly licked the seam of her lips.

"Nnh...!!"

Renka's body quivered like she was caught in an earthquake. Aroused as she was, her hot breath should have been tickling my cheek by now. The lack of air meant she was holding her breath.

For the finishing touch, I slid my tongue just between her lips, swept it along the inner edge in a single motion, and then pulled back. Seeing her eyes on the verge of rolling back into her head, I patted her back two or three times and pulled my face away.

"Hah... haah..."

Only then did she finally release the breath she had been holding in. After panting heavily for a moment, she glanced up at my face—which was still looming close—and barely managed to speak.

"I-it was a mistake... I didn't mean to do that..."

She was talking about the accidental kiss from earlier. The fact that she brought it up meant she thought her little slip-up had given me the wrong idea, leading to my aggressive retaliation. Nodding slowly, I replied.

"It wasn't a mistake on my end."

"What...? T-t-then you were planning to do this from the start...?"

"Of course. But your voice is a little loud. We might disturb the other viewers."

Renka flinched and hurriedly scanned the theater. Fortunately for her, the movie screen was blasting a loud, intense background track, keeping anyone from glancing in our direction. Breathing a sigh of relief, Renka asked, "What do you mean by that...? You... what about Chinami...?"

"I'm just a bit greedy, you see."

"G-greedy...? That makes absolutely no sense... Hng...!"

Babbling through chattering teeth, Renka suddenly gasped. I had raised a hand to her cheek, gently brushing aside the loose strands of hair clinging to her skin. As I carefully fixed her bangs while holding her gaze with deep, heavy eyes, she turned her head away—unable to handle the intensity—and mumbled in a tiny voice.

"L-let's just say we both made a mistake earlier... So let's stop here..."

"I really like you, President. But do you hate me?"

Did my sudden confession make her heart flutter? Renka let out a sharp squeak of surprise, followed by a series of short, quick breaths through her nose. Grinning at her obvious struggle to form a reply, I continued.

"Do you hate me?"

"..."

"I said, do you hate me?"

Despite my blatant lack of honorifics, Renka just sat there fidgeting nervously. My deliberately calm and gentle tone must have left her heart pounding. Or perhaps she simply didn't have the presence of mind left to resist.

"I-it's not that I hate you... But this..."

She trailed off, completely at a loss for words, the image of Chinami's face likely flashing before her eyes. You've already built up so many memories with me, and now you want to run away? I wasn't going to let that happen.

Scoffing lightly through my nose, I crashed my lips against hers before she could utter another word.

"Hup...!"

Shocked by the surprise kiss, Renka's eyes shot open twice as wide. But the resistance was fleeting. Finding it too difficult to meet my heavy, half-lidded gaze, her eyelids trembled faintly before finally settling shut.

Her eyes fluttering completely shut, long eyelashes resting against her cheeks, was proof enough that she was accepting the kiss. However, her neck was just as stiff as before. My first priority was to slowly ease her tension, keeping our lips simply pressed together for the moment.

With that thought, I gently cupped the back of her neck. I began to massage it, lightly pressing with my fingertips until I felt a long, heated breath escape her nose. At that cue, I slowly slipped my tongue out.

"Mmh..."

The moment she felt the wet, unfamiliar sensation, her eyebrows twitched. Taking my time, I gently nudged at her tightly sealed lips with the tip of my tongue, testing the waters.