Chapter 251

"What are you doing right now?"

The next day. Renka just shrugged as I looked her over in the car.

"What?"

Dressed in baggy gray jogger pants and a faded hoodie of the same color, Renka gave me a triumphant look. Judging by her outfit, it was obvious she had deliberately ignored my instructions to wear a skirt.

This was why you could never be too nice to a slave. Cut her some slack, and she treats her master's orders like a joke. I let out a displeased snort and spoke.

"Go change."

"Why?"

"I'm pretty sure I told you to wear a skirt."

"I have no reason to listen to you."

"So you're really going like this?"

"I am."

Renka stared haughtily straight ahead with her arms crossed, then suddenly began fishing something out of the shopping bag she had brought.

"What are you taking out now?"

"A sandwich. I'm going to eat it."

I couldn't hide my amusement as I glanced at her making such a firm, defensive declaration. Her shopping bag was full of clothes. She must have brought a change of clothes because it would be a hassle to be touched while wearing that outfit.

I couldn't tell if there was a skirt in there without looking closely, but I was sure she had one. If she wanted me to touch her roughly by getting on my nerves, I would happily oblige. I kept my eyes on the road as we pulled out of her old-fashioned neighborhood and spoke.

"Give me a bite."

"No."

"You brought it for me anyway."

"I didn't."

"Hand it over."

I kept my head facing forward and simply opened my mouth. Renka grumbled under her breath, carefully peeled back the wrapper, and reluctantly held the sandwich out.

It was wrapped tightly so the crumbs wouldn't fall, making it easy to eat. Did she make this herself? Or did her mother make it?

I took a big bite of the egg salad sandwich.

"Kyaa...! Ah, why the hell are you trying to scarf down my fingers too!"

I grinned at her as she recoiled in horror, staring at her fingers that were now unwittingly coated in my saliva.

"President, you're the one who shoved them in."

"You swallowed them because you opened your mouth too wide...! You just have a huge appetite...!"

"Wait, what did you just say? 'Scarf down'?"

"..."

"Try that again, nicely."

"You really did scarf them down...!"

"Again."

"...You did eat them..."

"Why do you always make me say things two or three times?"

My voice was heavy with discipline. Thinking she was being reprimanded, Renka flared up and tried to talk back. But the moment I placed my hand on her thigh and slowly massaged it, she swallowed her words with a sharp gasp.

"Hmm? Why do you always have to talk back?"

I spoke in a soft, gentle tone without even looking at her. I just feigned indifference, pretending to focus on driving while slowly sliding my hand over her pants to make her feel hot and ticklish.

"W-When did I talk back...!"

Renka was flustered by my sudden shift to a sultry mood. As my hand crept closer to her secret parts, I heard a loud gulp from her throat.

My hand slid further.

I stopped my hand right as it dug between her inner thighs, relaxing my stern expression slightly as I called out to her.

"Hey."

It was a low, heavy intonation. The exact tone she loved.

"Ngh... D-Don't talk down to me..."

Just as I expected, a blush quickly spread across Renka's cheeks. She didn't like being called out so rudely, but my voice made it awkward for her to actually get angry.

Had she stopped caring that I was touching her thigh? No, she was definitely aware of it. Painfully aware.

Seeing her lose all resistance to my touch filled me with a sense of pride. It felt like I was conditioning a slave whose body had grown used to being handled.

"Hey."

I called out to her again in the same low tone, and her body trembled. She liked it. She loved the sound of my voice digging into her ears.

"M-Mind your manners...! I'm your sunbae-nim...!"

How did our Renka always manage to say such turning-on lines? Just like the things she said before, they sounded like something straight out of an NTR or training genre story. I wondered if the dirty manga she read from time to time were mostly from those genres.

"I don't want to."

"You do Kendo...! You should show some respect..."

"I'm not holding a Shinai right now."

"It has nothing to do with the Shinai...! Once a Kendo practitioner receives their Training Uniform, mutual respect becomes a virtue...! The coach and everyone else have set an example, so you need to follow it...!"

"You never set an example for me. You were always at my throat."

"Y-You...? Did you just call me 'you'...?"

"Should I call you Inoo then?"

"M-Matsuda! I told you to mind your manners...!"

"Or can I just use your first name?"

"You crazy bastard!!"

Renka shrieked. She was so fun to tease that I felt the urge to keep going. But I had to hold back. This wasn't the best place to enjoy some playful flirting with her.

I gave a simple nod and pulled my hand away from her thigh.

"Understood."

The polite tone naturally slipped out again. Renka let out a dry laugh and fiddled with the spot on her thigh where my hand had been. It seemed like an instinctive action. There was a hint of regret in it.

I swallowed the thought that I was going to touch her plenty once we were inside the cafe anyway, so she shouldn't be too sad. Ignoring her angry glare, I kept driving.

*

"...You go change first."

Renka said, setting her shopping bag down in the corner. I tilted my head and asked.

"Why? You always change first, President."

"..."

"Are you worried I'm going to touch you again?"

"Y-You know well enough..."

"Then does it really matter who changes first? Either way, you're still going into the Changing Room, President."

"Shut up...! I just wanted to go to the Convenience Store..."

Even though I bluntly stated my intention to touch her, her resistance wasn't very strong. She didn't look like she was looking forward to it, but she didn't seem all that opposed to it either. She was perfectly primed.

"Why the Convenience Store?"

"That's none of your business..."

"Are we doing this again?"

I took a large step toward her, speaking meaningfully as if I were about to do something. Renka flinched and tried to step back, her eyes going wide.

"Wh-What...! What are you going to do...!"

"I said you did well. I like it when you act like that, President."

A blush crept onto Renka's cheeks. It seemed she really enjoyed hearing my words.

"Be quiet...! Anyway, I'll be right back..."

"All right. Since you're going, could you buy something for me too?"

"Tell me. I'll get it."

"Buy me a condom. Ultra-thin."

At those words, Renka's fierce expression instantly went blank.

"H-Huh...? What...? A condom...?"

"Yes."

"W-What do you need a condom for...?"

"I just suddenly wanted one."

"Does that... even make sense...?"

"Why wouldn't it? Just buy it. Got it?"

I coaxed Renka with soft words, gently patting her waist with a bright smile. Snapping back to her senses, she immediately shook her head.

"N-No...!"

"Why not?"

"Why do I have to buy your condoms...!? Buy things like that yourself...!"

"We're going to use it together, so what does it matter who buys it?"

"T-Together...? Ah..."

Letting out a short gasp, Renka swayed for a moment. The sudden, blunt remark must have made her dizzy.

At first glance, Renka seemed like a tough woman who always spoke her mind, but she was actually very soft on the inside. She had the sensitive, easily embarrassed nature of a young girl. In a way, it was only natural for her to react like this when I brought up condoms.

I gently patted Renka's back as she stood there dumbfounded, completely at a loss for words, and spoke.

"I'm kidding. Don't buy it."

"...A-Are you sure you're kidding...?"

Of course it was a joke. I had zero intention of using a condom when sleeping with her anyway.

"Yes."

I gave a brief nod, and Renka let out a sigh of relief before getting angry.

"Why would you make a joke like that...!!"

"I'm sorry. Are you that mad?"

"Mad or not, it's incredibly rude to say something like that to someone of the opposite sex when you're not even close...!"

"Are we not close?"

"...W-Well, of course we're closer than before... but we aren't that close...!"

I snorted at her ridiculous excuse. Then, before she could even react with her pouting lips, I wrapped my arm firmly around her waist and pulled her into my embrace.

"Eek...!"

Just like always, she sucked in a breath and froze. I brought my face so close our lips were practically touching and asked in a serious tone.

"We aren't that close, but we still do things like this?"

"..."

"You're not even pulling away."

"I-I want to pull away, but I can't overpower you..."

"So you just gave up?"

"Just... you know..."

She was deliberately avoiding my gaze to dodge the question. Her claim that she couldn't overpower me was just an empty excuse.

She was still so dishonest. That only made her seem more feisty. Hardening my expression even further, I brought my lips to her ear as she hesitated. Her body shrank back when she felt my breath, and I brought up my main point.

"Can you go home late tonight?"

"...What...?"