Chapter 270

"Have a good day."

Miyuki said as she got out in front of her house early in the morning. Unlike my haggard face, hers brimmed with vitality.

For someone who had experienced far more intense orgasms than me yesterday, coming over and over again, she was entirely too spry. It felt as though she had absorbed all my life force. Whenever you see photos of athletes and male celebrities returning from their honeymoons, their faces always look utterly dead compared to their brides. Now I understood why.

"Yeah."

I gave a weak nod and stepped on the accelerator, watching Miyuki wave in the side mirror. She had been incredibly satisfied early this morning; would she ask to do it again today? I had no intention of refusing, but I worried I might actually die in the saddle.

Still, I was glad Miyuki liked it. It was pretty rewarding, too.

When I arrived at Renka's house, I snorted at the sight of her waiting. She was bundled up in black jeans, a thick black hoodie, and a heavy padded jacket. She must have thought wearing high-defense clothing would provoke me... What a pathetic little rebellion.

Clunk.

Renka climbed into the passenger seat. Taking a satisfied look at my deadpan expression, she asked, "Why are the bags under your eyes so dark? Did you not sleep?"

"Yeah."

"Did you develop insomnia or something?"

"Not exactly."

"That's a shame."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Why did she keep asking for a beating? If she wanted it that badly, it would be a disservice to deny her. I figured it was time to slowly start getting her accustomed to spanking.

Putting the car in gear, I rested my hand on Renka's leg and gently stroked her thigh. When she cleared her throat in discomfort, I seized the timing, lifting my hand slightly before snapping it down hard.

Smack!

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the car. Renka's entire body violently jolted.

"Eek!?"

Her hand flew to her stinging thigh on pure instinct. Glaring at me like she wanted me dead, she shrieked, "Hey! Are you crazy!?"

"That's what you get for acting up."

"Ah, fuck... That hurt...!!"

"Ah, fuck?"

"...You hit me out of nowhere! Of course I'm gonna swear!"

"Aren't you exaggerating a bit?"

"It fucking hurts, what do you want me to do! Drop dead!"

"Did it really hurt?"

"...Yeah."

Seeing her hesitate to answer, her eyes darting around instead of meeting my gaze, I figured the surprise was far worse than the pain. I pushed her hand aside, gently massaging the spot I had just struck.

"I told you, that's what you get for acting up."

"When was I ever acting up..."

"I said I didn't have insomnia, and you said it was a shame. That wasn't acting up? Anyone could see you were mocking me."

"I-It wasn't mocking... Ugh, anyway, just drive..."

"I am driving."

"I meant shut up and drive."

"Acting up again, I see."

"..."

Renka clamped her mouth shut. I found it hilarious how she kept rebelling even when she knew she would only come out worse for it. I took every available opportunity to grope her legs until we arrived at the cafe.

"Ah, seriously...! Stop touching me...!"

"Sit still."

"Haa... You fucking pervert..."

She kept trying to brush me off, but when her resistance proved entirely useless, she gave up and slumped in her seat as a bonus. Accompanied by her quiet, blushing submission as she accepted my touch, we finally arrived at the cafe.

While setting up to open, Renka kept fiddling with her Cell Phone. It looked like she was messaging someone. If she was texting another guy, I would make sure she paid for it. With that resolve in mind, I crept up behind her. "What are you doing instead of working?"

Sensing my presence, Renka flinched and whipped her head around.

"...Mind your own business."

"I asked what you were doing."

"What do you mean, what...! I'm just texting..."

"With who? Is it a guy?"

"Why do you care? And what, am I not allowed to text a guy?"

"No, you're not."

"Why not?"

"Because you're my property."

"Here we go with that again... That won't work on me anymore."

"Built up an immunity, did you?"

"Shut u— Hah...!"

Renka was about to tell me to shut up, but her entire body violently convulsed, jerking like a sudden muscle spasm right before you fall asleep. I had slipped my hand right between her plump cheeks.

Feeling my fingers reach her crotch and begin gently rubbing back and forth, she clamped her legs together and bit down hard on her lower lip, as if already overcome with pleasure.

"Please...! Don't touch me here...!"

'Here,' huh? That made it sound like I was free to touch her anywhere else. I pressed myself firmly against her back and blew on her long, pale neck. She gasped sharply and scrambled to put distance between us.

She braced both hands against the counter, panting heavily like she had just finished sprinting. Seeing that she was already getting turned on, I asked again.

"I said, who are you texting?"

"...Miura..."

"Miura? Why?"

"He said he was... coming in today, so I told him to come another time..."

Tetsuya had only found out where the cafe was last night... He sure acted fast for a guy who was usually so spineless. Disgust for the bastard flared up inside me once more, but I let it go.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah... Ah, by the way, does Miura not know you and I work here? I talked to him on the phone yesterday, and he didn't seem to have a clue..."

"I didn't exactly tell him."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, 'why'? Did I really need to go out of my way to tell him?"

"Well, no... Not exactly, but..."

"So what you're saying is, you even talked to a guy on the phone?"

"I did. So what...? Am I not allowed to? Don't try to oppress me."

I chuckled at Renka's adolescent tone and shrugged.

"I'm not trying to oppress you. But you'd do well to think about the consequences before you act."

"D-Don't threaten me...! That's literally oppression...!"

"Shall I forgive you?"

"I acted out of my own free will, so what's there to forgive...!? You shameless bastard...!"

"Since when do slaves have free will?"

"Haa... I know arguing with you is useless, so let's just drop it here."

She had serviced me diligently yesterday, so I decided to let her off the hook for now. However, I would definitely need compensation from her for revealing our secret sanctuary to a repulsive bastard like Tetsuya.

I'd need a blowjob at the bare minimum. Otherwise, the math just wouldn't add up.

"W-Why are you looking at me like that...?"

Watching Renka take a half-step back after reading my wicked gaze, I smirked.

"It's nothing."

"U-Um... hey."

"What?"

"Have you been practicing Kendo lately...?"

"Just here and there when I'm bored?"

"Really...? So you haven't dropped it completely? I'll check your form sometime."

"Out of nowhere?"

"What do you mean, out of nowhere... The next tournament is coming up, you need to practice... Bring your shinai tomorrow or the day after. I'll test you for a bit before we open."

"Yeah, right... There's no need to bring a shinai all the way here. I'll just ask Master to teach me."

"No way. Chinami is great at teaching, and it's true she uses the same Upper Stance as you... but if you two are alone together, she's definitely going to do something weird to you..."

I couldn't even argue because she was entirely right. The more I looked at Chinami, the more I wanted to touch her; she really did possess a devilish charm.

"Like what she did to you, President?"

"Ah, fuck...! Stop talking nonsense and just bring it when I tell you to...!"

"Are you in any position to be giving me orders, President?"

"Of course I am. I'm the President, and you're just a club member..."

"Can't really argue with that logic. Then how about I go over to your house instead, President? You can check my form there."

Renka's eyes went wide.

"What...? My house...?"

"Yeah. How are you supposed to evaluate me here anyway? We have to work. Plus, swinging a shinai around inside the cafe is dangerous, and doing it outside would just look weird. Wouldn't it be better to stop by your place after work and do it properly? You must have equipment or a training area at home."

"W-Well, I don't exactly have a dedicated training area..."

"But we could still practice properly, right?"

"I guess... Ah, what about stopping by the Kendo Club after work? If we go there..."

"I don't mind, but I'd much rather go to your house, President. I want to check out your figures, too."

"...You just want to look at my figures...?"

Renka gave me a deeply suspicious look. She was probably worried I'd try to pull something perverted there. But she seemed to be secretly looking forward to it, too. Like a true degenerate.

"I'll look at your figures, we'll practice Kendo. You know, things like that."

"I-I don't think that's it... Anyway, no."

"We can talk about it later."

"No... I said you can't. Could you stop deciding things on your own...?"

"That's why I said we'd talk about it later. Shall we get to work? It's almost time to open. I'll go organize the stock."

"Ah, right..."

By pretending to suddenly get busy, I managed to sweep Renka along in the change of pace. Watching her fluster for a moment before she started neatly organizing the supplies, I headed into the storage room, hoping I'd get to visit her house soon.

"Hello, my close friend. And hello to you too, Junior."

A cheerful greeting rang out the moment we opened the cafe. Chinami stepped inside, glancing around the room. I hurried over and firmly poked her cheeks, which were flushed red from the cold.

"What brings you here?"

"Mufufu... I heard they were selling Momo-nim Merchandise nearby, so I thought I'd wait here until the store opens... Ah, could you move your hands, please? It's making it hard to speak."

"Is that better?"

"Yes. There's a store doing a collaboration with Momo-nim's brand, so I came here to drink some iced tea while I wait for it to open."

"Oh? Collaboration stores usually have huge lines. Shouldn't you be waiting in line already?"

"Ah, it's fine. The merchandise I'm buying this time isn't quite as popular... I'm sure there will still be some left even if I take my time."

"Why aren't you buying anything else?"

"I already have all the other items at home. They're just reselling things from a previous collaboration."

The more I learned about it, the more I realized Chinami's love for Momo was truly on another level. Still, I guess... Momo was pretty cute, so I could understand the appeal. If they sold ahegao merchandise, I probably would've lined up to buy it myself. That was a bit of a shame.

I let Chinami and Renka share a friendly conversation before guiding Chinami over to a corner seat where the counter was barely visible. I tidied up her bangs there. Once Renka started making the iced tea, I began unbuttoning Chinami's coat, one button at a time.

Realizing what I was up to, Chinami panicked and began to stutter.

"J-Junior...! It's working hours right now..."

"There aren't any customers."

"Ehe...! Even so, doing this is..."

"There aren't any cameras either, so it's fine."

"Aha... But the cameras aren't the issue I was talking about... Mngah...!"

Startled by my hands suddenly burrowing under her hoodie, Chinami's body shrank back. Unlike her face, which had been battered by the cold wind, her stomach was incredibly warm and smooth.

Why was a beautiful woman's skin always so soft? Or did being soft make them beautiful? I felt like I needed to give that some serious thought.

"Hwah...!"

A moan escaped Chinami's lips as she flinched at my fingers playing with her waist and her cute, vertically slit navel. Chuckling at her adorably distinctive gasp, I kept thoroughly rubbing my scent all over her body, right up until—

"Chinami, your iced tea is read— Ah!"

Renka had come over to our table. I looked at her just as she whipped her head away.

"Is it done?"

"..."

She was uncharacteristically covering her face with both hands. The sight of Chinami and me sharing a steamy kiss must have been too embarrassing for her to watch. Pulling my hands out from beneath Chinami's hoodie, I ended the physical contact and spoke up.

"Master, I'll go get your iced tea."

"Y-Yes...? Yes...!"

Chinami seemed just as flustered as Renka, completely unsure of what to do with herself.

What an entertaining picture. From here on out, I decided I would just drop off the iced tea and make myself scarce so Renka and Chinami could talk.