Chapter 244

"Damn it..."

Staring into her closet, Renka let out an angry groan. The mere thought of having to wear a short skirt today made her head spin.

It was one thing to wear a skirt for the first time in ages, but she hated that she was doing it for Matsuda. Actually, she didn't hate it—she was just embarrassed. Baring her legs right in front of him stung her pride a little.

If she had just flatly refused him—whether he tried to force her or touch her—she wouldn't be in this situation... but it wasn't as easy as it sounded. It was driving her absolutely crazy.

'Wait, I've seen this exact setup before...'

Right... something similar happened in the second manga MK recommended, Girlfriend Training Journal. The heroine, who never wore skirts, was forced into a tight miniskirt on her boyfriend's orders.

She remembered how the heroine was embarrassed to show her legs at first, only to end up treating pants like a taboo as time went on.

"T-That crazy bastard...!"

Was he really planning to train her like that too? If that was Matsuda's goal, he had another thing coming. She would never fall for it. She was only wearing a skirt this one time.

If Matsuda took things too far today, she would just curse at MK again like yesterday. A natural smile tugged at her lips just thinking about it. Watching Matsuda—who had no idea she was actually Ino-chan—lash out in his messages at her provocations felt incredibly cathartic. It washed all her stress away.

Though it had been a close call when he started suspecting Ino-chan. She had seemingly smoothed things over, but she needed to be more careful from now on. She couldn't afford to lose her one and only sanctuary for relieving stress.

Regardless, Matsuda would be here soon. What kind of skirt should she wear? A tight one that hugged her hips might make him pounce the second he saw it, plus it would be too restrictive when moving around...

A wrap skirt wasn't bad, but it lacked mobility, so that was out. A flowy flared or pleated skirt seemed like the best choice. It clashed a bit with her usual sharp image, but as long as she kept her promise to wear a short skirt, the exact style didn't really matter.

'Why am I even keeping this promise anyway...?'

She hated how compliant she was being when Matsuda's intentions were painfully obvious. Sighing heavily with a self-deprecating expression, Renka still managed to pick out a skirt that would pair nicely with her uniform.

She pulled on a pair of thick, high-denier stockings next. Not only was the weather cold, but it felt much safer than baring her bare legs right in front of him.

She knew he had a thing for stockings, but these were totally normal... just standard winter wear for most women. Surely it would be fine. With that thought settling her nerves, Renka finished getting ready and stepped out of her room.

Her mother, who was prepping food in the living room, blinked in surprise at the sight of her.

"What's with the skirt? Are you going on a date?"

"N-No, I'm not...!"

"If you're not, you're not. No need to get all defensive. It only makes you look more suspicious, you know."

"...Sorry. Anyway, it's not a date. I just wanted a change of pace."

"Really? You look a bit pale, though. Is your part-time job wearing you out?"

It wasn't physically exhausting, but it definitely took a mental toll. Actually, was it even exhausting? She wasn't entirely sure anymore.

"I just haven't been sleeping well..."

"Why not? Did you stay up all night trying to snag a limited-edition figure preorder again?"

"No... I just stayed up watching a movie. Has Dad already left?"

"Yeah. Take some sandwiches with you. Grab two and give one to your friend."

"He's a junior, not a friend."

"If you guys work together, you're basically friends, aren't you?"

"Of course not. We have a strict senior-junior dynamic. If I treat him like a friend, he'll just get spoiled."

"Isn't that a little harsh?"

"Not at all."

She spoke with complete confidence, but the truth was that she was the one being completely led around by Matsuda. He was playing her like a fiddle. The real problem was that she didn't hate it. And that just annoyed her even more.

"I'll take these, then?"

"Yep. Oh, and let Chinami know I'm making peach sandwiches, so she should stop by once she gets back from the countryside."

Renka's shoulders flinched slightly at the mention of Chinami's name. How would Chinami react if she ever found out about this twisted relationship she had with Matsuda? That was her biggest fear.

"...Got it."

Slipping into her coat, Renka took the sandwiches from her mother and headed outside. A bitter chill instantly swept between her legs. Feeling completely unaccustomed to the sensation, she pushed the Main Gate open.

'Is he not here yet?'

Glancing at the time, she figured it would be another five minutes before Matsuda arrived. She debated calling him to see where he was, but quickly shook her head.

Calling him first would make it look like she was eagerly waiting for him. She wasn't some little kid showing off her new skirt to her parents... She would just let him show up on his own time.

Fiddling nervously with the hem of her skirt, Renka waited. A few moments later, a familiar car turned the distant corner. She let out a pointless cough and pulled her coat tightly around herself.

An oversized white cardigan, a black skirt, stockings, and sneakers—it was a surprisingly great look on her. She still had that cold, aloof aura, but with an added splash of fresh charm.

That haughty coat of hers ruined the aesthetic a bit, though. She probably wore it so she could hide the skirt if she got uncomfortable. It was hilarious watching her try to mount some pathetic defense with her outfit, especially when her overly sensitive body would spasm at the slightest touch.

Just looking at her was already making me incredibly hard. I couldn't wait to get her to the shop and put my hands all over her.

I pulled the car up in front of her house.

Click.

Renka opened the passenger door and instinctively started to raise her middle finger at me before catching herself. I let out a smirk.

"Morning."

Maybe my blatant stare was too much for her? Renka quickly buttoned up her coat and climbed into the car without a word. Annoyed by the sight of it, I spoke up.

"Unbutton the coat."

"..."

"Unbutton it. Don't piss me off."

"No."

"Is that right? Then..."

I trailed off and leaned over toward the passenger seat.

"Stop...! I'll unbutton it! I'm doing it, you crazy piece of trash!"

Freaking out, Renka cursed at me and hurriedly undid her coat buttons. Why did she even bother resisting when she was just going to cave anyway? Still, it was very Renka of her, which I liked.

I looked her up and down as she huffed in anger and pulled something out of her bag.

"What's that?"

"Can't you tell? They're sandwiches. I'm going to eat them at the shop."

"Did you make those for me?"

"I didn't make them. And why would I give you any? I'm eating them all, so don't even think about it."

"There's two of them. You really going to eat both?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"That hurts my feelings."

"...I'll give you one if you promise to behave today."

"Keep them. You eat both, President."

It was my roundabout way of declaring that I was definitely not going to behave today. Renka stared at me, her eyes filled with tension.

"D-Do you think I'm just going to sit back and let you do whatever you want?"

That line just now... sounded a bit cliché, didn't it? It felt exactly like something out of a doujinshi where an elf knight gets captured by an orc.

Yeah, it was a solid line. Really captured that 'elf knight trembling at the sight of the orc's massive weapon' vibe.

"I didn't even say anything."

"Bullshit! Just now, you..."

"We can share the sandwiches later. Let's get going for now."

"I told you we aren't sharing...!"

"Sure."

It was obvious she didn't mean a word of it, yet she still tried to play tough. Brushing it off, I ignored her annoyed grumbles and drove us to the shop.

As soon as we parked, Renka practically sprinted out of the car. I followed her inside the shop. The moment she clocked in and darted into the Changing Room to lock the door, I shoved my arm through the closing gap.

Startled, she frantically yanked the door back open.

"Hey...! Are you trying to get hurt?!"

Say what you will about her attitude, but she really is soft-hearted. That was exactly why I liked her.

"I didn't get hurt, so it's fine. Move out of the way. Let me in."

"A-Are you crazy...? I need to change..."

"I'm here to give you today's candy."

"You can give it to me later...!"

"No, I want to give it to you right now."

"Why?! Give me a valid reason!"

Instead of answering, I blatantly dragged my gaze up and down her long, stocking-clad legs. Renka flinched, and I heard a heavy gulp from her throat. Seeing me ogle her legs so openly was clearly making her nervous.

"W-What are you looking at?!"

She was snapping at me like usual, but her voice had pitched up considerably. I'd been acting totally indifferent about her skirt earlier, so seeing me suddenly so worked up seemed to make her secretly proud. Plus, if my staring really bothered her that much, she would have tried to cover herself with the coat, but she was just standing there.

She let out a long breath through her nose, staring me down. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I grabbed her by the waist and shoved her straight into the Changing Room.

"Hyaah...! D-Don't...!"

Ignoring her empty protests, I pinned her against the lockers just like yesterday. I hooked an arm under the back of her knee and lifted. Without any resistance, her leg swung up until it rested snugly against my hip.

Her skirt naturally rode up, exposing her thighs. Relishing the uniquely smooth texture of her stockings, I cupped my free hand firmly around her ass.

"Hey...! Hey!"

She gasped in shock at the blatant grope. Her entire body tensed up as I stroked her thigh and squeezed her ass a couple of times. Staring deeply into her eyes, I spoke in a low voice.

"Put your hands on my shoulders."

"W-What are you..."

Renka scowled, looking as if she didn't understand the request. But then—

Stretch.

I grabbed a handful of the nylon clinging to her thigh and pulled it taut. She panicked, her eyes darting downward.

"Hey! You son of a bitch...! Are you out of your fucking mind?!"

She threw the exact same curses at me every single time, but for some reason, I never got tired of them. Honestly, it was music to my ears.

"Stop it...! I'll fucking kill you...!"

Ignoring her vicious threats, I hooked my fingers firmly into the stretched nylon and yanked.

Riiiip—!

With the distinct sound of fabric tearing... "Gasp!"

Renka gasped sharply and threw her arms around my shoulders. Her legs gave out instantly, forcing her to instinctively grab me for balance. I absolutely loved how she always sought me out for support in moments like this.

The sudden movement caused her oversized cardigan to slip off her shoulder, exposing a patch of pale, bare skin. I leaned in and pressed my lips against it, marking the true beginning of today's foreplay.

I wondered if our dear Renka had brought a spare pair of panties in her bag today. She was usually pretty meticulous about preparing for things, but since she never could have predicted things escalating this fast, she definitely hadn't packed any.

If she didn't want to soak right through them, she was going to have to hold back as much as humanly possible. Though I highly doubted she could.