Chapter 246

"Ah, no...! You can't touch me anymore...!"

Renka writhed on the floor like a knight enduring psychological torture. Despite her words, the touch clearly excited her; she didn't even try to stop me, her limbs twisting this way and that in an incredibly obscene display.

I wanted to push inside her right then and there. Fighting the maddening urge to cross the line, I kept my hands moving, brought my lips to the center of one of the mounds straining against her knit sweater, and blew a hot breath over it.

"Hngh...! What...! My clothes... I'll... I'll kill you...!"

The way she still kept her thorns raised even now was unbearably arousing. The knit sleeves half-covering her hands, and the way she gripped them so tightly—that was another highlight. Every look and movement dripped with such heavy eroticism that it wasn't just Renka losing her mind; my own head was spinning.

My fingers, buried beneath her skirt, were met with an intensely slick sensation. Her panties were thoroughly soaked. She wasn't dripping, but she had definitely released quite a bit.

Opening time was approaching, so for the finale, I firmly cupped her crotch with my palm and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Ahhh...!!"

Renka let out a gasp laced with pleasure, her pelvis slowly lifting into the air. I could clearly see the muscles straining in her calves beneath her parted thighs, supporting the weight of her lower body on just the balls of her feet.

As if the sensation truly was driving her crazy, she grabbed a fistful of my hair—my head still resting on her chest—and pulled with all her might. If just touching her did this, I couldn't even imagine what she would be like once we went to a Hotel.

I planted loud, smacking kisses starting from her upper chest, moving along her collarbone, shoulder, and finally her neck. Then, I looked down at her sweat-drenched face—she looked like a woman in the middle of labor—and asked a question.

"Should I stop?"

"Yes...! Stop...!"

"No."

"Ugh...!?"

When I easily ignored her demand to stop, she shot me a bewildered look. It didn't last long, though. As I pressed down with the hand cupping her crotch, she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a high-pitched moan.

"Hnnngh...!! Please... Please sto... Aaaaah...!!!"

She really must be going crazy to even add a "please." Feeling the warmth of the damp liquid seeping into my palm, I gradually loosened my grip, finished my caresses, and pulled my hand away.

"Haaah... Haaah..."

Sprawled on the floor, Renka was making almost animalistic sounds. I gently patted her collarbone, grabbed a towel provided in the Changing Room to wipe my hands, and then hiked her skirt up above her waist.

"Wh-what are you doing...!!"

Even in her dazed state, she covered herself down there with her hands. She scolded me with a slightly whiny voice. I told her to hold still as I lifted her upper body and shifted her so she could lean her back against the lockers. Then, I brought over a few towels and draped them over her lower half to cover her.

...

Was she left speechless by the sudden, careful consideration? Wearing a complicated expression, Renka pressed her lips together and rested the back of her head against the lockers.

Watching her legs tremble intermittently with little twitches, I felt myself getting turned on all over again. It made me not want to work at all. I watched Renka force her uncooperative arms to move as she tried to fix her clothes, and I spoke.

"Are you okay?"

"...Get out..."

"I'll stay with you."

"Get out...! I said get out...!!"

She looked ready to throw something if I kept being stubborn. I nodded, then placed my thumb at the edge of her pelvis and spread my pinky finger so it touched the center of her mons pubis.

At first glance, it looked like I was measuring the width of her pelvis, but I was really just touching her. It was a playful gesture meant to ease her tension. It didn't seem to work, but whatever. As long as I was satisfied, it was fine.

"What are you doing...!"

I grinned at Renka, who was angry at the sudden action, pulled her head toward me, and pressed a deep kiss to her lips. After gently brushing away the stray hairs sticking to her forehead, I stood up and moved to leave the Changing Room.

Then, still panting, Renka asked in a weak voice.

"Wh-where are you going..."

"You told me to get out. I'll go buy you some underwear, President."

...

"Medium size works, right? If they don't have it, I'm buying one-size-fits-all, okay?"

"D-do whatever you want... you piece of Trash..."

"Actually, no. I'm worried about you, so I'll wait until you come out before I go."

"Get out!"

"Understood."

"W-wait...! No... get out... get out right now...!"

Seeing her flip-flop like that, it was clear she had completely lost her mind. I obediently agreed and pretended to leave the Changing Room, lingering in the doorway and testing the waters as Renka panted like someone who had just run a sprint.

"Why aren't you leaving, you..."

Just as a curse was about to slip from her lips, I opened the door.

"I know, I know. I'll be back quickly."

...

Exhausted, Renka didn't say another word. Leaving her be, I closed the Changing Room door, went to the sink to wash my hands, and headed straight to the Convenience Store.

...

Ssssh—!

The sound of running water drifted out from inside the Changing Room. It sounded like she was taking a full shower... I worried she might feel lonely washing her body all by herself in that cramped, rundown bathroom.

Was there any other master who took such good care of their slave? Renka ought to thank me.

Not long after, the water stopped, and rattling and rustling sounds tickled my ears. She was putting her clothes on. I wanted to go in right that second.

I stood leisurely outside the Changing Room, waiting for Renka, when—

Clack.

She stepped out looking absolutely drained, and I flashed her a smirk.

"Did you take a shower?"

Renka met my eyes, her whole body flinching slightly, and replied in a mousy voice.

"Yeah..."

"There's no hair dryer in there, though."

"Sh-shut up...! Just give me the underwear you bought...!"

So fussy.

"Here."

Taking it in stride, I held out the plain underwear I had bought from the Convenience Store. Looking back and forth between it and my empty hand, Renka furrowed her brow.

"Why didn't you buy stockings...?"

"Was I supposed to?"

"Of course you were...! You tore mine all up, and..."

Renka trailed off and clamped her mouth shut. She had been about to say they were ruined from getting wet, but seemed to have gotten embarrassed.

"T-the weather is cold, too..."

At her continued grumbling, I shrugged.

"It's warm inside, isn't it?"

"...I'll give you money, so go buy some..."

"I don't want to. I want to see the President's bare legs."

"What...?"

I could see Renka's pale face flushing a deep red.

"Y-you crazy bastard... This is ridiculous... How am I supposed to work like this...! My skirt is short, too..."

"It's not that short... Anyway, just don't go out to the floor and stay behind the counter. The counter is high, so it'll cover everything. I'll take care of all the hall cleaning and stuff today."

"Hah... Hey, are you out of your mind...?"

"Yes."

"...You're a real lunatic..."

"By the way, President."

"What!"

"Did you just come out like that?"

"What kind of bullshit are you trying to..."

Renka paused, her face fiercely scrunched up. She had just remembered that she was standing there talking to me without wearing any panties.

"Y-you... you...!"

Seeing her turn bright red all the way to her ears, I thought she looked more like a cranberry than a blueberry. Before she could explode, I shoved the underwear into her hands and pulled out a piece of candy.

"Today's candy."

At that, Renka's fierce momentum vanished entirely, her eyes softening like a frightened rabbit.

"Wh-why do you keep..."

"You'll be punished if you say you won't eat it."

...

Biting her lower lip at my stern tone, Renka hesitantly reached out to take the candy. But when I waved my hand in refusal, she gave up and slightly parted her lips. I popped the candy into her mouth and said, "There you go, good girl."

Since a lot had already happened today, I didn't try anything else and just gave her the candy.

"Stop talking like you're handling a child... Hiek...!"

She started to protest but flinched violently when my face suddenly moved closer. Giving such an honest reaction, I was about to touch her thigh, when—

Smack—!

"Get lost...!!"

Renka slapped my hand away hard, forcefully slammed the Changing Room door shut, and retreated inside. I smacked my lips in disappointment. She was always so quick on the uptake at times like this. What a shame.

By the way, right before the door closed, I could've sworn I saw the bottom edge of Renka's skirt looking a little darker... She must have wiped away the traces that had seeped into it while I was out buying underwear. Our Renka is so mature.

A minute or so later, Renka stepped back out, having apparently put on her panties. Fidgeting pointlessly with the hem of her skirt and clearing her throat, she snapped at me when she realized I was staring intently at her lower half.

"L-look away, would you...!?"

"Can't you see I am? I was looking down."

"You're looking down at my body...! Why are you so frivolous? It's really annoying...! Do you know that?"

"Is it disgusting?"

"Th-that kind of overreacting is a problem, too...! When did I ever say it was disgusting...!? I just said it was annoying..."

"I get it. I'm sorry."

Soothing the riled-up Renka with a gentle voice, I took the dry towel she was holding. Then, I placed it over her wet hair and carefully began to dry it off.

"Why would you foolishly wash your hair, too? It's going to be hard enough to dry since it's so long. If you really wanted to wash up, you should have at least tied it up with a hairband..."

"Be quiet...! I said be quiet..."

Her voice fading into a murmur told me exactly how embarrassed Renka was right now. On top of that, despite her grumbling, she was standing obediently, letting me handle her hair, and I could hear the faint click-clack of the candy rolling around in her mouth as if she were enjoying it. It was such a gap between her outward attitude and inner feelings; I couldn't understand why she looked so damn cute.

"N-now go get changed... We have to open the cafe..."

Renka snatched the towel out of my hands in an abashed manner. Watching her dry her hair herself, I agreed, thinking that today's part-time shift was going to be very enjoyable as I stepped into the Changing Room.