Chapter 258

“Aaaaaaah...!!!”

A muffled, fading scream echoed from beneath the surface. Having plunged her face into the water-filled bathtub to yell over and over again, Renka jerked her head up, her racing heart still refusing to calm down.

Water splashed and dripped. Roughly sweeping back her damp bangs and the hair at her sides, she vigorously rubbed her flushed face with her hands.

‘I’m going crazy...’

Embarrassment, shame, a joy that bordered on anger... a whirlwind of complex emotions filled her head.

She had just had her first time with Matsuda. The sheer impact of it was so massive that she still couldn't think straight.

Not only that, but she had let his hands freely explore her most private places. Was that all? She had even acted incredibly lewd, thrusting her hips and soaking the bedsheets with her fluids.

She still couldn't understand why she had proactively leaned in for kisses in the middle of it. She was so embarrassed she couldn't even lift her head.

She was pretty sure she had done other dirty things too, but her memory was hazy. Hadn't Matsuda said something after they finished? And did they shower? She tried to retrace her steps, but her mind was fogged over. That was probably what she got for rushing back in a frenzy the moment she woke up at the Hotel.

She did remember hastily brushing her teeth and getting into Matsuda's car. She also remembered not being able to look at him properly while he drove in silence. To think she had not only slept with him but also stayed out all night... It was absurd.

“Haa...”

Letting out a heavy sigh, Renka closed her eyes and stayed perfectly still. As she did, the fog swirling in her head began to clear, and fragments of what happened yesterday played out in her mind.

The whitish fluid that had spurted from Matsuda's long, thick member. She vividly recalled the sensation of it landing against her skin. It had felt incredibly hot—much like Matsuda's personality.

She also remembered sharing a final kiss after Matsuda had played with her below. Welcoming his wet tongue as it invaded her mouth, she had trembled as she climaxed yet again.

“Haaah...”

She wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. If she was acting like this while entirely alone, how on earth was she going to face Matsuda at the cafe? Thank goodness today was her day off, and tomorrow she would be working alone since Matsuda worked one day less than she did.

‘Is it really a good thing, though...?’

She didn't know. But one thing was certain: this shock... no, this lingering afterglow, would last a long time. She decided to rest properly at home today and settle her nerves. With that thought, Renka touched her inner thigh.

People always said the first time hurt, but surprisingly, her lower half felt fine. There was a slight sensation of discomfort, but no actual pain. Was it because Matsuda had prepped her so well? That was probably it.

Anyway, how would Chinami react if she found out about this? Actually, reaction aside, would she even be able to look Chinami in the eye?

‘I should have rejected him...’

Following him to the Hotel like she was possessed by something... This was all Matsuda's fault. In truth, the blame lay mostly with herself, but she decided to just blame it all on him. Framing it that way made her feel like she had landed a punch on that insufferable jerk, calming her down a little.

Having exacted this incredibly petty, entirely private revenge, Renka finished her shower and lay down on her bed without even bothering to dry her wet hair. Then, she checked her Cell Phone.

A notification sat in the top right corner of her messaging app. It had to be Matsuda. Had he contacted her to tease her again? She ought to dump a whole bucket of curses on him this time.

Calming her needlessly pounding heart, Renka opened the app.

[What are you doing? I heard you're working part-time.]

Instead of the message from Matsuda she had been expecting, a text from a male classmate greeted her. She furrowed her brows. For some reason, she felt disappointed. Annoyance flared up, her temper starting to boil over. She wasn't angry at her friend; she was angry at Matsuda.

She was sitting here feeling completely unsettled, yet he hadn't even bothered to text and ask if she was okay... Did he think he was done with her now that he'd seen everything there was to see? Did he think dropping her off marked the end of it? What a truly selfish bastard. He was probably just sprawling out and sleeping comfortably by now, wasn't he?

It pissed her off. It really did. If she had her way, she would punch Matsuda right in the face. She even considered using her one remaining wish ticket to demand that he let her hit him five times.

The message from her friend had come in yesterday evening. Come to think of it, she hadn't looked at her Cell Phone since then, and it was already approaching 7:00 PM. Hunting for information on new anime releases every night was her daily routine, but she had completely skipped it.

Even so, she had no intention of catching up on her missed routine. She certainly wasn't in the mood for it right now.

Thud.

Tossing her Cell Phone onto the pillow beside her in irritation, Renka sprawled out and closed her eyes. As she lay there quietly, all sorts of embarrassing memories bubbled to the surface. At the same time, she almost felt as though Matsuda's monstrous thing was still thrust inside her.

She found it funny how she kept having these dirty thoughts, but she also figured it was only natural. It was the first time in her life that she had slept with someone. Basking in the afterglow was a perfectly normal reaction.

Reaching out to Matsuda directly would make her look cheap, so maybe she should borrow the power of Run Ino-chan and leave a message for MK? No. Doing that would just make it seem like she was obsessed with Matsuda, which would hurt her pride.

“Haa...”

Stewing in her thoughts all by herself was frustrating, and irritation continued to well up inside her. Renka thumped her chest and was just about to sit up to grab something to eat when...

Bzzzt—!

Her discarded Cell Phone vibrated. The word [Trash] was displayed at the top of the screen. Seeing this, Renka cleared her throat a few times to stall, finally answering the call after about four rings. Then, she spoke in an incredibly blunt tone.

“What.”

“I couldn't hold it in.”

“What?”

“Are you okay?”

What on earth was this abrupt context? What couldn't he hold in, and what was supposed to be okay? Utterly bewildered, Renka suddenly flinched as a specific scene replayed in her mind.

Right before she had gotten out of his car, Matsuda had mentioned he would call her, and she had shaken her head, firmly telling him not to contact her for a while. The memory flashed vividly. She had definitely said that. Why she was only remembering it now, she had no idea.

Regardless, that explained why such an absurd line had just popped out of him. It almost made her feel sorry for cursing at him... well, not sorry, exactly, just extremely awkward.

“Hello? President?”

Snapped back to reality by Matsuda's prompting, Renka replied.

“I told you not to call. Why did you?”

“I told you, I couldn't hold it in.”

“You piece of trash.”

“Don't you ever think of switching up your repertoire of insults?”

“Shut up...! It's... it's because of you that I missed the pre-order period for a limited edition figure.”

A pre-order period for a limited edition figure? Why was she suddenly blurting out such nonsense... She felt pathetic.

“How is that my fault?”

“Because the pre-orders opened yesterday evening...”

“What time yesterday evening?”

“...Around 6:00?”

“Wasn't that before we did it?”

Renka's face flushed bright red. A wave of tremendous embarrassment crashed over her; Matsuda was talking about them sleeping together so openly. Gulping hard, she scolded him, spitting out words she didn't even mean.

“You distracted me.”

“So, it's my fault and I should take responsibility?”

“Th-that's not what I meant...”

“No, it's fine. I'll take responsibility. Giving you two candies the day after tomorrow should cover it, right?”

Renka pouted at those words.

“Two...? Shouldn't you give me three in total? One for today, one for tomorrow, and one for the day after tomorrow?”

“I deducted one because I was worried your teeth might rot. Anyway, I didn't realize the President wanted my candy that badly.”

“That's not it...! I was just making fun of you for being bad at math...!”

“Is that what it was?”

“Your reading comprehension is terrible too... You cheated on the final exams to get tenth place, didn't you?”

“I can't just let that slide. That remark completely dismissed my hard work.”

“Wh-what are you going to do if you can't let it slide?”

“It's a bit much to say right now, so I'll let you know the day after tomorrow.”

It sounded like... something very dirty was going to happen. Her heart pounded. She wasn't sure if it was out of annoyance or anticipation. No, truthfully, she knew exactly what emotion she was feeling, but was perhaps just trying her best to ignore it.

“I-if you do, I'll kill you...”

“Sure. What were you doing just now?”

“Lying down...”

“Me too.”

“So what...?”

“Should we do a video call?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Why do I have to look at your ugly face today of all days...?”

“That's the first time I've ever been called ugly. How shocking.”

“Well, I'm glad you're shocked.”

“Are you going to keep acting up?”

“That's what I should be asking you...! Why is a brat younger than me acting so cocky...!”

“We're only one year apart, you know?”

“Even if it's just one year, I'm still your senior...!”

“I'm treating you with all the proper respect, aren't I?”

Renka scoffed, air leaking from her nose in disbelief. Treating her with proper respect? What a joke. Matsuda was an absolute psycho.

“Why are you scoffing?”

“I wasn't? You must be feeling guilty if you're saying things like that.”

“Getting cocky again, I see.”

“Got a problem with that?”

“Not at all. It's nice to see.”

If it had been the usual Matsuda, he would have responded to a question like that by saying he was starting to get annoyed, or threatening to punish her. But today, he was being tame. It seemed he was actually taking her feelings into consideration after her first time.

His tone was as insolent as ever, but she could let that slide since she had been the one acting blunt first, and he had actually been uncharacteristically kind yesterday. Seeing this side of Matsuda wasn't bad at all. However, it didn't feel natural.

Somehow, being selfish and domineering suited Matsuda better as his default state. His true self was that smug slacker with a twisted smirk, and she actually preferred that... She used to absolutely loathe that side of him, but now that he wasn't acting like that, things felt a little boring.

Reflecting on Matsuda's arrogant, brazen demeanor, Renka suddenly shook her head vigorously.

‘No...!’

She had secretly started viewing his attitude in a positive light. Just like someone who had been fully conditioned. If she kept this up, how was she any different from the heroine in the training genre that MK had recommended?

She absolutely must not fall into Matsuda's clutches. Her body had already yielded, but her mind was different. She had to stay strong and hold out to the very end.

Glaring fiercely to fortify her resolve, Renka spoke.

“Hang up now. I want to rest.”

“Let's talk for just five more minutes.”

“...”

Matsuda's tone hit her sweet spot perfectly. Hearing it, Renka's heart melted in an instant.

“Five minutes...?”

“Yeah. Just five minutes. That's okay, right?”

The determination she had forged just moments ago completely collapsed. Thinking about it, it was like this every single time. Even when she firmly resolved not to let Matsuda sway her, she always ended up bending the knee of her own accord whenever he made a move.

Much like a young child trying to read an adult's mood. Maybe her mental age was actually incredibly young? With that thought, Renka replied in a fading voice.

“Then... exactly five minutes, and then we hang up, okay?”

“If we're in the middle of a conversation when the five minutes are up, we have to keep talking until the topic is finished. That's only fair.”

What a ridiculous rule. Did he think talking to her was like getting bonus time at a karaoke room?

“Denied.”

“Why is the President handing down verdicts? You're a slave.”

“Stop calling me a slave. It's annoying.”

“Sure. Are your thighs okay? Does anything hurt?”

“Ngh...!”

Flinching at his question about her condition, Renka unknowingly squeezed her legs together. Getting the feeling that these five minutes were going to stretch on for a very long time, she tried to calm her strangely tingling body, wondering how to naturally change the subject...

“Don't act so smug...!”

In the end, she surrendered to reality and began bickering with him, just like she always did.

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