Chapter 245

"S-Stop... Hnnng...! Tan... Tangerine...!!"

Renka's urgent cry rang out. She seemed to think the word was some kind of cheat code. If we were doing BDSM, I would have stopped immediately, but not during normal times. I was going to do whatever I wanted. Still, I really needed to change the word. I was about to burst out laughing again.

Furious that I hadn't stopped despite the safe word, Renka raised her arm and smacked my shoulder. She put quite a bit of strength into it, sending a heavy throb of pain through me. It was bearable, though. Ignoring the assault, I kept pressing my lips and body against her pale skin.

"Y-You bastard...! If you were going to do this, why did we even set a safe word... Haa...!"

Renka cut her protest short, hissing like a wildcat. Shoving with all her might at my face, which was buried between her collarbone and neck, she barely managed to force out her next words.

"Y-Your hand... Where are you touching me...! Move it...!"

"You're sexy, President."

Renka flinched at the blunt compliment that completely ignored the context of our conversation.

"Ngh...! What kind of nonsense are you..."

"I can't hold back anymore."

"Hey...! Even so... Hya...!?"

A coquettish moan burst from Renka's lips when I suddenly thrust my face up to hers.

From a distance so close that the tips of our noses brushed, I admired Renka's flawless skin. She was too startled to speak. Meanwhile, my hand remained near her rear, gently fondling her.

"D-Don't touch me..."

"No."

"..."

Was she too embarrassed to meet my sly gaze head-on? Turning her head slightly, Renka spoke in a voice no louder than a whisper.

"I told you not to touch me..."

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"I-It's not that I'm uncomfortable, but... my skirt..."

"Then just stay like this."

"...What am I supposed to do if you tear my stockings too...!"

"I only tore the part covered by your skirt. It won't interfere with your part-time job."

"That's not the point...! Why are you ripping my stockings as you please...!"

"They're my stockings too, you know."

"What are you talking about now...!"

"The things a slave uses naturally belong to their master. By all rights, I should be the one getting angry here, shouldn't I?"

Renka's mouth fell open. She seemed utterly dumbfounded by my shameless attitude. Taking advantage of the opening, I captured her lips, and then—

"Mmph...!"

As Renka exhaled a startled breath through her nose and gripped my shoulder tightly, I gently bit down on her upper lip, pulling back slowly to release her without causing any pain.

That new, intense kiss must have completely blown her mind, because Renka's eyes glazed over. She should have been used to this by now, but she wasn't. I didn't know whether her inability to adapt was cute or pitiful.

I gazed deeply at Renka, who could only blink as she struggled to regain her senses. Just as her eyes met mine and began to refocus—

Peck.

I lightly pressed my lips to hers and pulled away. It was a crisp, fleeting kiss that barely made a sound, merely a brief brushing of our mouths. Even so, Renka's eyes grew even more unfocused than before. The reason for that was probably the look in my eyes.

"...You..."

Peck.

Just as she started to come to her senses, I did it again.

"Ngh...! You..."

Just as she was about to spit out a harsh retort, I went in for another.

"Ah... Aah..."

Just as she grew dizzy, I gave her one more. By the time I finished those four affectionate pecks, the single leg supporting Renka's weight was trembling so precariously that she looked ready to collapse at the slightest nudge.

She looked like she was struggling, so I lowered the leg I had been holding up. Swaying heavily, Renka gritted her teeth and squeezed her thighs together. She was trying to stop me from wedging my leg between hers again.

When would she realize how useless that was? Flashing a mocking smile, I tightened my grip on her rear. Her body yielded like a reed in the wind, falling effortlessly into my embrace.

"Ah...!"

Because she was on the taller side, the top of Renka's head rested just under my chin. Miyuki and Chinami were small enough to tuck neatly into my arms, making it feel like I was hugging dolls, but... how should I describe Renka? Comparing her to a bamboo wife felt a bit too old-fashioned.

"Let go...!"

Renka shoved at my chest with all her might. She tried desperately to escape my embrace, but since my arm was firmly wrapped around her waist, only her upper body bent backward in a comical arch.

I loosened my hold on Renka just enough to let an arm slip between our bodies. Breathing a little easier now, she panted to catch her breath before scolding me.

"Hey...! It's not right to pressure someone like this to get what you want...!"

What was with that lecturing tone? It made me wonder if this was how Renka would sound in her thirties if she became the director of the Kendo Club.

"You give me what I want when I do this, so of course I'm going to."

"W-What kind of selfish nonsense is that? You sound like a criminal...!"

"Do I?"

"First, let go of me... Okay? I already said tangerine earlier..."

"Do you hate it when I do this?"

"It's not that I hate it, but you're going too far..."

"How is this going too far?"

"Y-You just forced yourself on me out of nowhere. If this isn't going too far, what is...! I... I..."

She kept repeating herself as her words trailed off. She clearly wanted to say she had no experience with this sort of thing. So honest... It was downright adorable.

"Then it's fine as long as I hold back a little, right? Since you don't actually hate it?"

"We have to work..."

"There's still a lot of time until opening."

"...Did you come here just to..."

"That's right. I came early just to do this."

"..."

She pressed her lips together tightly, entirely out of words. Cold sweat was already beading on Renka's neck. I gently peeled away the long strands of hair clinging to her skin, one by one, and slowly lowered the arm wrapped around her waist.

"Hng!?"

I flashed a smirk at Renka, who was trembling all over. Raising my fingertips, I lightly traced the gentle curve of her rear, sliding further down. As my touch followed the line of her snug panties and reached her inner thighs—

"Uwaah...!?"

"Ah, what are you doing...! Y-You said you'd hold back...!"

"By my standards, I am holding back."

"What kind of nonsense... Haa...!"

A coquettish moan slipped past Renka's lips right in the middle of her protest. My hand was steadily inching toward the center of her panties.

The closer the tip of my middle finger crept toward her core, the worse the trembling in her legs became. It reached the point where she would have collapsed if I hadn't been supporting her weight.

"T-This... This is really... Mmph...!"

Frantically shaking her head, at a complete loss for what to do, Renka absentmindedly parted her lips the moment I went in for a kiss. Seeing how instinctively she welcomed my tongue, it was obvious her body was practically overflowing with arousal, no matter what protests left her mouth.

Ssshk.

Surrendering her entire body to my hold, Renka slowly began to slide downward. Unable to muster any more strength, her legs had completely given out.

Timing it perfectly just as her rear and my hand were about to touch the floor, I tightened my grip and shifted her body, turning her away from the lockers she had been leaning against.

I laid Renka down on the floor of the Changing Room and pressed myself flush against her side. Sliding my arm under her neck, I offered it as a makeshift pillow. As I continued to kiss her, I placed my now-freed hand on her abdomen, and then—

"Mmph...!"

Feeling her body jolt beneath my touch, I slowly dragged my hand further down.

Down past her navel and lower abdomen, I slightly lifted the knit sweater bunched around her waist. Tracing the incredibly soft texture of her skin, my hand slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt. The moment my fingertips caught on the elastic waistline of her stockings—

"Mmmph...! Mmph...!!"

Renka, her mouth completely muffled by my lips, reflexively bent her knees and squeezed her thighs tightly together.

At first glance, it looked like resistance, but Renka was still eagerly accepting my tongue. It was proof that she had merely been startled by the unfamiliar sensation.

Her sensitivity was leagues beyond Miyuki or Chinami's. Marveling at that, I flattened my fingers and slid them under the stocking band clinging snugly to Renka's waist.

"Hmph...!"

At the same time, Renka let out a stifled gasp and grabbed my arm. Was she trying to stop me? No, the lack of any real force in her grip meant she was fine with it.

Relieved, I closely studied the changes in Renka's face—which remained undeniably gorgeous even while scrunched up in distress—and guided my hand down to the mound protected by her panties. Then, I pressed down firmly on the area.

"Hmph...!"

Her hips bucked violently. Having clearly felt a thrilling, electrifying sensation, she let out a series of nasal, breathless moans.

I pressed down on her mound once more, taking a moment to savor her intense reaction before pushing my arm even further down. Brushing the edge of my hand along the crease of her groin, I spread my index and ring fingers apart, framing her folds. Slowly, I moved them up and down, teasing her as if I were tickling her.

"Hmph...!"

Renka let out a short, pleasure-laced squeal, and her legs naturally parted slightly. My touch against her most sensitive area had sent a jolt of pure arousal shooting through her. If I had been touching her bare skin instead of brushing over the fabric of her panties, would she have clamped her teeth down on the tongue currently exploring her mouth? A sudden wave of curiosity washed over me.

Since I hadn't directly touched the center of her panties, I couldn't be entirely sure, but judging by how she squirmed and bared such raw reactions, it seemed she was already drenched.

Deciding I needed to check, I lowered my hovering middle finger to press directly against her center, applying the faintest amount of pressure.

Squish...

Along with the sensation of plump, soft flesh giving way slightly under my touch, an undeniable dampness greeted my finger.

"Huuugh...!?"

Instantly, Renka recoiled in shock, tearing her face away from mine with a deep grimace.

"D-Die...! Just die...!!"

She didn't scowl and demand to know what the hell I was doing, nor did she hurl unspeakable profanities at me; she merely spat petty curses in my direction. Flashing a gentle smile at Renka, whose resistance seemed practically nonexistent, I—

"Ngh...!"

Taking advantage of her momentary hesitation—as if my actions had struck a chord with her hidden tastes—I crashed my lips against hers once again. She briefly tried to pull back, but soon surrendered completely, draining all the strength from her body. Fondling her lower half, I continued my relentless caress.