Chapter 249

Renka, who had been so appalled yesterday, was wearing a skirt again today. The hemline was much longer than yesterday's, though, barely covering her knees... It was a breezy design, the kind someone might wear for a spring outing.

She wasn't wearing stockings. I couldn't tell if she had left them off because they didn't match the skirt, or if she was just afraid they would get torn again today. It was likely a mix of both... Whatever the reason, it suited her surprisingly well.

"I didn't wear this because you told me to, so don't get the wrong idea."

At Renka's firm declaration after she got into the car, I just shrugged.

"Got it."

Anyone could see she was wearing it exactly because I had told her to, yet she was grumbling again. My persistent nonchalance must have annoyed her, because her long, slender eyebrows twitched.

"And if you try anything weird like yesterday, you're dead. I mean it. Consider yourself warned."

"What kind of weird thing?"

"I'll be the judge of that."

"That's a dictatorship."

"Shut up. Don't even think about it."

"Alright. I won't."

"..."

Was my response unexpected? A bewildered expression crossed Renka's face.

"I'm starting the car, so close the door."

"R-right..."

I shifted gears, watching Renka drape a Blanket over her legs with a puzzled look on her face. I didn't say a single word the entire drive to the cafe. Because of that, Renka kept stealing glances my way. She seemed to feel a bit awkward about not hearing any comments on her skirt.

'Does he not like the skirt's design? Or is he a little mad because I was acting so bratty this morning? Did I make a mistake yesterday? He seems to be in a bad mood. Is it because of Ino-chan? Or did something bad happen?'

Looking at me acting a bit gloomier than usual, Renka was probably having those exact thoughts.

Upon arriving at the cafe, I got out of the car without a word. I opened the back door with Renka, went inside, and turned on the lights.

"Go change your clothes first."

"Ah, okay... But..."

"But what?"

"...Never mind..."

Mumbling evasively, Renka's gaze drifted toward my coat pocket. Her growing anxiety was obvious since I hadn't taken out the candy I usually gave her every morning. She didn't seem upset, though, which was a little disappointing.

That was enough teasing for now. It wasn't time to maintain total apathy for the entire day just yet. I would consider this a simple taste test.

"President."

When I called out to her impassively, her head snapped around just as she was about to enter the Changing Room.

"Uh... Yeah?"

"Didn't you forget something?"

"Like what...?"

"Come here."

I gestured to her with a slight frown, and Renka hesitantly approached. Offering a light smile as she kept staring at my pocket, I pulled out a candy and tore off the wrapper. Then, I held it up to her lips.

"Eat."

"..."

Although she shot me a dissatisfied glare, this time Renka parted her lips without a single complaint. Slipping the candy into her mouth, I spoke.

"Wear a shorter skirt tomorrow."

Rolling the candy around in her mouth like always, Renka muttered with evident reluctance.

"...Why should I..."

"When I tell you to wear it, you wear it."

"There you go being so bossy again...!"

I made a sharp tsking sound, scolding her for losing her temper, and she clamped her mouth shut. She seemed to have lost her momentum. Seizing the opening, I stepped in completely flush against her, close enough that our legs were pressed tightly together. Then, I slipped my hand under the hem of her skirt.

"Hiiik...!"

Startled by the touch gently stroking her bare legs, Renka's eyes turned fierce.

"I-I told you I'd kill you if you tried anything weird...!"

"This isn't anything weird."

"I think it definitely is..."

"It's not."

"It totally is..."

"It's not, right?"

"..."

At the repeated questioning, Renka finally nodded. She seemed to realize that if she kept arguing, things would escalate even further. I patted the back of her thigh in praise and asked a question.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"W-why are you asking that...? I slept fine...!"

"That's a relief."

"Now... let go... I have to get changed..."

"What's the rush? We have plenty of time until opening."

"Don't touch... Haa..."

Renka's legs began to tremble. She seemed to feel every sensation of my hand as it started from the back of her thigh, swept along the inside, and moved up to her buttocks.

Seeing her eyes already growing hazy when I hadn't even properly started yet, I spoke with a sly grin.

"Our President is so pretty and listens so well."

"What are... D-don't come closer...! Move your face...!"

"Why? You don't want to do this today?"

"T-tangerine...! Tangerine...!!"

Seeing her frantically shout her safe word made me wonder if I shouldn't have given her one.

"You do this every time I try to do anything. Do you really want me to stop?"

"Stop it...! Quit doing this all the time, every single day...!"

"Try saying, 'Please let me off, Master,' again. Then I'll stop here."

"A-are you crazy...? I'd never... Ah!?"

Refusing to back down, Renka suddenly let out a startled shriek. My finger was tracing the panty line covering her bottom, sliding from the bottom up.

Eventually, my hand slipped inside the line. I grabbed both cheeks of her bottom and spread them outward just a little.

"Hyaaaah!!!"

At that, Renka, who had only been feeling bashful until now, freaked out. Letting out a scream loud enough to make my ears ring, she struggled desperately to pull away the hand violating her nether regions. When that failed, she started blindly pummeling my chest.

"Y-you son of a bitch...!! What are you..."

Her punches had real force behind them, so they actually hurt quite a bit. She seemed genuinely shocked by the sensation of her most secret place being spread apart.

Despite the continuous, heavy throbbing in my chest, I kept kneading Renka's firm and plump bottom.

After some time passed like that, Renka's ragged breathing calmed down a little. She seemed to feel a sense of relief once I stopped touching her sensitive area and stuck to just fondling her bottom.

Seeing that the humiliated expression on Renka's face had subsided, I flashed a mischievous smile and planted a light kiss on her lips.

Plump lips meeting with a soft tap. At this, her dazed eyes fluttered. Her mouth parted, and she naturally began to accept the tongue pushing its way inside.

"Hmph..."

Her eyelids trembled faintly like leaves caught in a strong gale before fluttering shut. It was nice to see that she had finally adapted to my forceful advances and seemed willing to enjoy them.

...

"President."

"...What. Goodbye, have a nice day!"

Renka immediately changed her tone upon seeing a customer leave. It was ridiculous how quickly she flipped from blunt to cheerful. After making sure the cafe door was closed, I approached Renka, who was glaring at me with a sullen face.

"Don't do it anymore."

"Do what?"

"That thing..."

"What thing? I just came over to ask you something."

"...You're obviously going to talk about something sexual. I meant don't do that."

"I think what the President doesn't want me to talk about is a different kind of thing entirely."

"It's not."

"It is, isn't it?"

"I said it's not."

Why was it so funny to see her play dumb when she was at a disadvantage? I let out a short snort, mocking Renka's pathetic act, and right as a curse was about to fly from her pretty lips, I got straight to the point.

"What do the President's parents usually say if you tell them you're sleeping over somewhere?"

"...What...? S-sleeping over...?"

Renka's eyes trembled as if struck by an earthquake. It seemed a lewd image had popped into her head the moment she heard the words 'sleeping over.' Then again, unless they were as innocent and naive as Chinami, anyone would have a reaction similar to Renka's in this situation.

"Yeah."

"W-why are you asking that...?"

"Because I want to know."

"You're... you're not having some garbage thoughts, are you...?"

"What kind of garbage thoughts?"

"..."

"By any chance, s—"

"Hiik...! S-shut up!"

She tried to cover my mouth as soon as the explicit word was about to slip out. Easily dodging her swiftly jutting hand, I hardened my expression into a cold stare.

"What do you think you're doing? Are you trying to lay hands on your Master?"

"I-I don't care what you think...! Just please don't talk about that kind of stuff...!"

"What kind of stuff?"

"The word you were... just about to say... I knew something like that would come out... You perverted bastard..."

"If you expected that kind of word to come out, doesn't that make the President a pervert too?"

"Shut up...! It's only obvious I'd expect it when you harp on about this stuff all the time...!"

"Let's say that's true... So, what do your parents say when you tell them you're sleeping over?"

"...Noth... Ah, they get really mad..."

It was obvious she hastily changed her tune right as she was about to say they didn't really say anything. A dishonest slave requires strict punishment. A prison-themed room... It seemed it was time to make another reservation.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. Exactly. I've never slept away from home in my entire life."

"Doesn't that training camp we went to last time technically count as a sleepover?"

"Academy schedules obviously count as an exception. Use your brain a little."

"Haven't you slept at Master's house a few times, too?"

"...Did Chinami tell you?"

"Yeah."

"C-Chinami and I are practically sisters... so that should be an exception, too. You can't call sleeping at your sister's house a sleepover, can you...? It's family..."

"Stop spouting sophistry. Before I punish you."

Did she realize how absurd her excuse sounded? Flinching, Renka quickly changed the subject.

"But why are you asking about sleeping over anyway...?"

"Just because."

"That can't be true. It's obvious you have an ulterior motive."

"What kind of motive?"

"Y-you know that better than I do...!"

"I asked because I want to hang out late with the President."

"...Hang out doing what...?"

Renka already knew. She knew that hanging out late implied something highly indecent. So, I figured I would just let her imagination run wild for today. Making that decision, I answered her by softly tracing her back near her bra strap instead, and—

"Tell me...! What are you planning on doing that you'd even bring up sleeping over...!"

Ignoring Renka's nagging, I headed out into the hall alone and started clearing away the trays the customers had left behind.