Chapter 255

"The TV..."

Renka's desperate voice was muffled by the hand covering her mouth. I pressed down firmly on the jutting hip bones on either side of her half-exposed pelvis.

"Hng...!"

I gently stroked her cheek as she stifled a moan and asked, "What about the TV?"

"Turn it off..."

"Is it because you prefer the quiet?"

"...N-no... just leave it..."

Renka's eyes darted around as she corrected herself. It seemed she had decided that a little noise would be better than dead silence.

"All right. I'll leave it on."

"T-turn off the lights, too..."

"The switch is right next to you, President, so turn them off yourself. It's hard for me to reach from here."

"What do you expect me to do... You turn them off..."

For a slave, she sure had a lot of demands.

"Are you going to keep talking back?"

"I'm nooot...!"

Why did Renka look so pretty when she was fiercely whining like this? I kissed her collarbone as she took heavy, ragged breaths and spoke in a low tone.

"You turn them off."

At that, Renka shuddered as if she had goosebumps. Seeing how still she stayed despite my commanding tone, she must have liked the sound of my low voice.

In the end, she pressed the switches installed on the wall above the nightstand one by one, turning off the bedroom lights herself. Naturally, she grumbled the whole time like someone with a lot of complaints.

"Is that better now?"

At my gentle tone, Renka let out a soft "Hyak!" and gave a tiny nod. I tapped her pelvis lightly and continued.

"Lift your hips a little."

"Why..."

"So I can take off your skirt."

"...I don't want to."

"We'll just do it like this, then?"

"W-wait...! I'll lift them...!"

She just had to resist at least once. Relying on the light spilling from the TV, I resumed what I had paused.

I grabbed the hem of the skirt draped over her pelvis and gave it a slight pull. With a soft rustle, the fabric slid down Renka's long, slender legs.

I carefully placed it under the bed, pulled the covers over Renka, and gently massaged her waist as her breathing grew increasingly rapid.

"Ah... mm..."

Her body twitched every time I touched her incredibly soft waist. Even from outside the covers, it was obvious that her legs were slowly spreading as she felt my touch.

"Are you scared, by any chance?"

"W-who would be scared of someone like you...!"

"That's good, then."

Renka, who had turned her head away to stare only at the wall, shifted her gaze toward me. My docile agreement must have been unexpected from someone who usually teased her so relentlessly, as a hint of confusion lingered in her eyes. Meeting her gaze directly, I gave her a warm smile.

"Does it feel good?"

"I-I don't know... not really..."

"I think it feels good, though."

"It doesn't...! Don't flatter yourself... hng...!"

Renka let out a coquettish moan as I swept my hand down the side of her glutes. I chuckled softly, noticing that the bedsheets near Renka's waist were intensely wrinkled. It was the mark left from her gripping them so tightly.

Renka had an incredibly strong sense of pride. She was fragile on the inside, but she always put up a fierce front on the outside.

Moreover, she was far more tense right now than Miyuki or Chinami had been during their first times. If I tried to enter her in this state, her vague fear of her first sexual experience would cause her to spiral into all sorts of negative thoughts. Worse yet, the immense tension stemming from that fear would make her tightly clench herself shut regardless of her own will.

I wanted her first time to leave her with no painful memories, only good feelings. That was my wish, and it was the exact same mindset I'd had for my first times with Miyuki and Chinami. And, of course, I deserved to be satisfied as well.

In any case, to resolve this, it was best to ease Renka's tension and arouse her even more. Foreplay alone had its limits, so I decided to try calming her troubled mind through tender conversation.

Having made up my mind, I lay down next to Renka, pulled the blanket over both of us, and placed my hand on her lower abdomen. Then, I began to pat her with a slow rhythm, as if lulling a child to sleep.

"W-what are you doing..."

Renka questioned me, finding it suspicious that I had suddenly lowered the intensity of my foreplay. I pressed my lips lightly against her sleeve-covered arm and replied.

"Because you look like you're struggling."

"What are you talking about... what's there to struggle with..."

"You're sweating so much, though."

"I always sweat a lot...!"

"All right. Then let's just stay like this for a moment."

"If you want..."

"You're grumbling again."

"I'm only like this with you... only with a piece of trash like you... ah...!"

She cut herself off and flinched once more. She must have felt my hand sliding down slightly from her lower abdomen.

"Thank you for the special treatment."

"You delusional bastard... I really hate people as thick-skinned as you..."

When she said things like that in a voice completely devoid of sincerity, I had no choice but to take them as the exact opposite.

"I like you too, President."

"What are you saying...! Stop being so shameless...!"

Renka's already crimson face was turning even redder. To think she had such a reaction just from hearing that I liked her... Our Renka was truly a promising prospect with potential that made me look forward to the future.

Resting my chin on Renka's shoulder, I slid my hand down until it rested just above her mons pubis, and spoke.

"Should we take off your top?"

"T-top...?"

"Yeah."

"Why... do we have to...? I don't need to take it off..."

"I'd like it if you did."

"..."

"You'll take it off for me, right?"

"..."

"Take it off for me."

As I persistently urged her to undress with a sweet and gentle voice, Renka hesitated for a moment before suddenly pulling the blanket all the way over her head. She rustled around underneath it for a long time. She was taking off her shirt.

Even amid all that, she didn't so much as try to push away my hand resting on her lower half. She must have felt a sense of comfort from it—a good sign.

Eventually, Renka's hand slipped out from under the covers. Tossing her discarded top toward me, she poked only her head out and grumbled.

"Are you happy now...?"

Finding her incredibly cute and pretty like that, I broke into a wide smile. Renka bit her lip and continued.

"Perverted bastard..."

It was an insult laced with all sorts of emotions. None of them sincere, of course.

I replied with a smile instead of words and applied a bit of pressure with the hand I had resting against her lower half. Instantly, a soft "Hng...!" escaped Renka's lips. At the same time, I felt her flesh yielding beneath my fingertips. Her stiff muscles were relaxing, leaving her skin soft and supple.

It was proof that her tension had faded. I planted a light kiss on Renka's pale lips and resumed my foreplay.

Pressing down on her mons pubis, I slid my arm further down to graze the inner thighs between her parted legs. I brushed the blade of my hand and my forearm from her inner thighs to her vulva, observing her reactions.

"Hah...!"

Then, just as Renka let out a breathy whimper and began to slightly close her legs, I gently pressed down on her center with the firm base of my palm.

"Ah...! W-wait...!"

Hearing her urgent cry, I stopped without hesitation. I resumed patting her lower abdomen, easing her mind by showing my firm resolve that I would never force her.

It was almost like taming her. A very gentle form of taming, of course, but even just this much would be enough to fully soothe Renka's nerves.

"Huu..."

As expected, after I repeated this for a while, Renka let out a long breath through her nose. I could feel the muscles across her entire body softening further, making her even more pleasant to touch. Her panties were already soaked. But it still wasn't enough.

Using a single finger, I slowly and teasingly stroked along the panty line resting at her groin, and called out to her.

"President."

"Ah, what...!"

A reply mixed with annoyance and coquetry shot back at me. She seemed a little annoyed, thinking I was going to stop right when she was starting to enjoy it. Letting out a soft snicker, I glanced at Renka, who was tightly clutching the blanket covering her chin, and then slipped my entire body under the covers.

"Hng...!?"

Renka let out a startled gasp as she saw me moving down toward her lower half. I gently stroked her legs, which were threatening to tense up again, letting her know that everything was okay.

Then, intentionally making loud rustling sounds as flesh brushed against linen, I carefully parted Renka's legs and positioned myself between them. I began trailing all my fingers lightly along one of her thighs, close to her core.

"Hah...!"

Renka's thin voice drifted down from above the blanket. Bending the knee of the leg I was caressing and propping it up, she gently lifted the covers over us.

"Hey...! What are you doing...!"

Instead of answering, I lowered my head, pressed my lips to her inner thigh, and sucked deeply.

"Haaah...!!"

At that, Renka's body convulsed more violently than it had all night. Not stopping there, I stuck my tongue out, tracing the tip of it against her trembling leg as I shifted my position.

"Hyak...! W-wait a second...! Hey...!"

Renka called out urgently, realizing that the wet, warm, and ticklish sensation was drawing ever closer to her center. I grabbed both of her hands, which had reached down at some point, and pressed my lips against her leg, making loud, wet sucking noises for her restless self to hear. And then,

"Ah...! W-why there... wai—"

Ignoring Renka's attempts to stop me, I brought the tip of my tongue to her groin and gently licked the area.

"Hyaaaang...!"

An incredible moan. At the same time, her hips bucked wildly. I could feel Renka's underwear, pressed against my cheek, growing increasingly hot and soaked. She had climaxed slightly. Just from that alone.

The ticklish feeling was one thing, but it seemed the sheer embarrassment of having the area near her most sensitive part stimulated by a tongue instead of a hand had instantly sent her arousal through the roof.

To climax instead of showing gratitude when her master was going to such lengths for her. What a bad slave. She had better be prepared to pay me back in full once her first time was over.

"Huut... huuu..."

I pulled my face away from the crotch of the completely trembling Renka, climbed on top of her, and this time, began to lick her upper body.