Chapter 268

Tension gripped my lower body as it stiffened. A sharp, surging rush filled my shaft from base to tip, threatening to burst at any second. Unaware of my state, Renka kept rocking her hips.

Tap.

I gripped Renka's thighs and squeezed them gently. It was a signal—telling her I was about to come. But Renka showed no sign of stopping.

"Hah... hah..."

She simply let out ragged breaths, entirely focused on stroking my cock. She seemed to have mistaken the pressure on her thighs for a mere caress.

An intense pleasure bordering on a stinging sensation surged to the tip of my cock. Realizing I had reached the edge, I grabbed Renka's hips with both hands and let the tension in my lower body go. Renka tapped my chest as if lightly smacking me, tilting her head in confusion.

"Hey... what are you doing...?"

I didn't answer. Or rather, I couldn't. While Renka was looking puzzled, my climax had already begun.

With a heavy throb, the fluid spurted out forcefully. With her body positioned slightly in front of the tip while taking in part of my shaft, the erupting semen drenched the underside of her crotch.

"Huh...?"

Letting out a stunned gasp, Renka froze completely. The sensation of hot, viscous liquid hitting her privates must have felt utterly unfamiliar.

Regardless of her reaction, I just kept pouring out everything I had been holding back, squeezing her thighs tight enough to leave vivid marks.

"Haa..."

Perhaps snapping back to reality at my low groan, Renka's hands twitched. She had been staring blankly even as her crotch was being coated in semen. Then,

"Hey...! Hey...!!! Hey!!!"

She began screaming loud enough to rattle the room.

"You crazy bastard!! What the hell are you doing?!"

She reacted like she had just been hit by a natural disaster. Letting out a long sigh, I gave one final, short spurt and relaxed my body. Then I spoke.

"Why?"

"'Why'? 'Why'...? Did you just ask why...? I told you to tell me if you were about to come...!!"

"I didn't say it out loud, but I gave you a signal."

"What...? When?"

"I squeezed your thighs."

"Wh-What kind of nonsense is that...?! How am I supposed to know just from you touching my thighs...?!"

"I didn't have the breath to speak. I'm sorry."

"Haa... seriously..."

"Are you upset because you're scared it got inside?"

"I-I don't know, you bastard...!!"

She snapped angrily at my blunt question. Looking at her sitting frozen, as if unsure of what to do next, I pulled a bunch of tissues from the nightstand and pushed them between her legs, which were still wrapped around my stomach.

"Lift your hips for a second."

"...What are you going to do...?"

"Wipe you off."

"I-I'll wipe myself, so back off..."

"Hurry up and lift them, before I make you."

"..."

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see Renka pouting. Giving in to my firm tone, she obeyed. I slid my hand between her legs, wiping away most of the whitish liquid smeared across my waist and her thighs. Then, pulling one of her wrists, I eased her off my body.

Jingle—!

"Ah...!"

With the jingle of a bell, Renka collapsed sideways onto the bed. I grabbed more tissues, pressed them against her folds, and gently wiped the area with a soft, caressing touch.

"Ahk...!"

At the same time, Renka's hips jolted violently. My touch seemed to reignite the arousal that had subsided in her panic. Despite her reaction, I quietly finished cleaning up, tossed the tissues into the trash can, and said,

"All done. You can wash the rest off in the shower."

Renka, who had been lying there with her legs slightly parted to accept my touch, muttered,

"It feels weird... This is so annoying..."

"Sorry."

"You don't sound sorry at all... Are you not even reflecting on what you did...?"

"We like each other, so this was just the natural outcome. I don't see why I need to reflect on it."

"Wh-What do you mean 'each other'?! I don't like you one bit...!"

"Saying that just gets me turned on again."

"...You really are a total psycho..."

Renka's raised voice dropped in an instant. Was it my imagination, or did she secretly seem pleased when I said she turned me on?

"Fr-From now on, if you want to do stuff like this with me, you wear a condom no matter what..."

Hearing that, I couldn't help but laugh internally. So not doing it anymore wasn't even on the table? Renka really did like me a lot. And she was a huge pervert on top of that.

"Answer me...! Say you will...!"

Ignoring her words, I reached for her bare breasts, gently squeezing and releasing the soft flesh with my fingertips.

"Ah, hurry up and answer...!"

Flashing a bright smile at Renka as she kept pressing for an answer, I said,

"No."

"What...?"

"I'm going to keep doing it without a condom."

"..."

At my brazen answer, Renka's mouth fell slightly open. She looked completely dumbfounded that I had given her the exact opposite answer with a face that looked like I was about to agree. After lying dazed for a moment while I fondled her breasts, she flinched when my index finger brushed her nipple, then grabbed my hand and shoved it aside.

"M-Move your hand...!"

"Why?"

"What do you mean, 'why'...? Because I'm going to take a shower..."

"So we're going without condoms from now on, right?"

"Shut up... You're wearing one no matter what... If you don't..."

"If I don't?"

"...You're dead."

Even on pain of death, she still refused to say she wouldn't sleep with me anymore. Her blatantly tsundere attitude was just too adorable.

Looking outwardly furious but actually flushed with embarrassment, she brought her hands to her neck. She fumbled aimlessly with the Choker's strap, seemingly at a loss for how to undo it.

Chuckling at her clumsy struggle, I calmed Renka down as she snapped at me for laughing, and undid the Choker for her.

"All done."

"..."

"Your neck is fine. It's not red, so you don't need to worry."

"...Perverted bastard."

"What did I do now?"

"What do you mean, what did you do...?! You recklessly sprayed that weird stuff everywhere...! Argh, damn it...! Don't touch me...!"

As I tried to reach for her breasts again, Renka whipped her body around. She claimed she was going to shower, but here she was, glued to the spot. And did she really think that was the only place I could touch?

Chuckling softly so she could hear my amusement at her cute grumbling, I stroked her prominent hip bones. Flailing her arms to fend off my hands, Renka wrapped the blanket tightly around herself and scrambled out of bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to the bathroom."

"Why are you wrapped in the blanket?"

"Because it pisses me off when you stare at me."

"You could just tell me not to look. Why drag that whole thing along? Isn't it heavy?"

"Like you'd stop looking just because I told you not to?"

"True enough."

"You're seriously obnoxious when you act slick like that."

"It's because you keep reacting, President. It makes me want to keep teasing you."

At a loss for words, Renka averted her gaze with a sullen pout. Grinning broadly at her reaction, I continued,

"Want to shower together?"

"Stop joking around."

"I'm not joking."

"No way...! Talk some sense...! If you do that one more time..."

"Fine, I'll let it slide for today. Where's your underwear?"

"Why are you asking that...?"

"While you're showering, President, I'll get it ready and leave it outside the bathroom door."

"Whatever... I'd rather you not touch my underwear with hands covered in that filthy stuff."

"Filthy stuff? You mean what I shot out?"

"Glad you know."

"That filthy stuff was all over your—"

"Aaaaargh! Shut up!!"

As I was about to say something dirty, Renka let out a long scream and dashed toward the bathroom. Seeing how hopelessly adorable she was brought an involuntary, fond smile to my face.

"President."

"What...!"

"Don't shower right now. Wait a little bit."

"...Why?"

Without a word, I pointed to my crotch, where blood was already rushing back. Catching sight of my fully erect cock, Renka's eyes widened, her pupils trembling as if an earthquake had hit. Jerking her head aside so fast her neck almost snapped, she scolded me in a voice quieter than a mosquito's buzz.

"Wh-Why are you showing me that of all things...?"

"Because I want to do another round. Come here."

"I... I don't want to... It's covered in that stuff..."

"Then should we wash up and do it?"

"No... I'm kind of... tired today... I need to head home soon, too... B-But can you really just... control that thing whenever you want...?"

"Not really, but that's just how it ended up. Same as last time."

"Last time...?"

"When we..."

"Ah, shut up...! Talk about it later...! Today is definitely a no, so drop it...!"

When would Renka ever get used to dirty talk? Judging by her reaction, it didn't seem like it would happen anytime soon. Hastily cutting me off, Renka vanished into the bathroom.

Before long, rustling sounds came from inside the bathroom, and the blanket came flying out. It deflated with a soft whoosh as it hit the floor like a pile of laundry. Why did even that look adorable to me? I wondered if I needed to check into a mental hospital.

Next came a sharp click as the door shut, followed by the pleasant sound of water rushing from the showerhead. After putting the carelessly discarded blanket back on the bed, I walked into the washroom and washed my hands at the sink.

Standing there like this made me feel strangely pathetic. To punish her for leaving me all alone to shower, maybe I'd try spanking her next time. Imagining the various kinks I could try with Renka, I looked forward to next time in good spirits, returned to the bed, and turned on the TV.