Chapter 276

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

"What?"

"Th-this isn't the Lounge...! Stop it...!"

Renka grabbed my hand as I untied her outer sash, pulling her hips back. It seemed like an instinctive attempt to defend herself, but the movement only pressed her rear firmly against my groin.

"Ah...!"

She must have felt a certain something growing hard against her, because she flinched and immediately shifted her hips forward again. Her ears instantly turned a deep shade of red.

Watching her adorable reaction, I slid my hand down her stomach and slipped it inside the loose trousers of her Training Uniform.

"W-wait..."

My hand reached between her thighs, pressing her baggy trousers against her skin as I slowly stroked up and down her leg. Renka's legs began to tremble. The sensation of my fingers trailing over her skin seemed to stir something incredibly erotic within her.

"Hng...! D-don't do this here...!"

Trying to stop the hand untying her sash while simultaneously trying to block the one fondling her leg... She looked terribly busy, and while I felt a tinge of concern, I had absolutely no intention of helping her.

Rustle.

Whether she struggled or not, my fingers slowly trailed upward along the folds of her Training Uniform trousers until they reached her crotch. Her body convulsing in a violent shudder, Renka whipped her head around and raised her voice.

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

"Shall we go to the Lounge, then?"

"W-we need to shower first...! It's freezing, and we need to get a Blanket..."

"The Blanket is in the Lounge anyway, so that works out."

"Then the shower..."

"We'll do that later."

"N-no... If you just suddenly do this, I..."

"You what."

"Don't talk down to me... Just...! Let go...!"

Renka struggled with all her might to break free, but the natural difference in our strength was simply too great; thrashing around in my grip was the best she could do. Her behavior just now reminded me of Chinami, an image that surprisingly suited her. It made me want to coddle her.

"Damn it... Do you really want to die...?"

Replying to her threat with a simple okay, I wrapped both arms firmly around her waist and moved toward the Lounge. She was practically dragged along behind me. Shoving her down onto the mat, I immediately undid the outer and inner ties of her Training Uniform.

With a soft rustle, her top fell open. At the same time, catching a glimpse of my exposed skin, Renka hastily covered her face with both hands in embarrassment.

"Hey...! I told you to wait...! I'm still..."

"I'll take it slow."

"...Then why are you taking off your Training Uniform...!"

"Because I'm hot."

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting...! Do you have any idea how freezing this room is right now..."

Half-listening to her, I unfastened the cotton belt around the waist of my Training Uniform trousers and lay down beside her.

"Hah... This is driving me crazy..."

Renka muttered to herself in half-resignation. Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I pulled her back against my chest and asked.

"I'm keeping you warm. You said you were cold."

"Just be honest..."

"That's not something a President who can't be honest with herself should say."

"Don't make me laugh..."

Smack!

"Hyak?!"

About to argue back, Renka suddenly let out a startling shriek. I had just smacked the back of her thigh with my palm. As the air trapped inside her trousers rushed out, my hand made a very satisfying slapping sound against the fabric, and beneath my resting palm, I felt the muscles in her leg tense up completely.

"What are you doing, you maniac...?!!"

"Did it hurt?"

"N-no, but you startled me...!"

If she was merely startled, then this time, I would do it much softer.

Pat!

With that thought, I lightly struck the curve of her pelvis. Renka flinched and muttered.

"...I seriously don't know what you're trying to do."

"Because it feels good."

"What's so good about it...?"

"Just everything."

"..."

Wordlessly, Renka reached out and pulled a Blanket from the shopping bag resting on the Lounge floor. Still held in my embrace, she grunted with effort as she spread the Blanket over both of our bodies. Seeing my satisfaction, she seemed willing to just let this slide.

When introducing someone to spanking, you have to start light. If you jump straight to tools like whips or crops, a partner with no prior inclination for this sort of play will never want to try it again.

Rather than using tools that could cause pain with the slightest mistake, it was better to use the most basic entry point—the palm—since regulating the force was easy. Even then, it was best to control my strength so her resistance wouldn't grow.

To be honest, I was no expert in this area, so I didn't know exactly what the perfect threshold was, but I would just gauge Renka's reactions in the moment and increase or lower the intensity. Not too often, and always in moderation. I considered that the most important rule.

Covered by the Blanket, Renka seemed to feel a sense of security, and her body relaxed slightly. Seizing the opportunity, I brought my hand to her waistband. Then, "Hey...! Wait a second...!"

Renka frantically moved her hand, overlapping it over mine.

"What's wrong?"

"D-did you... bring it...?"

"Bring what."

"The thing I said you had to bring last time, or else I wouldn't do it..."

"A condom?"

"Yeah... That..."

"No."

"What...? Why...?"

"I didn't think there was any real need to bring one."

"Are you insane...? I'm not doing this...!"

Thinking that Renka throwing frequent tantrums today was cute, I pressed my lips against the nape of her neck, letting out a loud smack as I sucked on her skin.

"Hyah...!"

The stimulation must have been quite intense, as Renka stretched her neck taut and momentarily lost all her strength. In that brief window, I quickly unfastened her waistband, completely untied the inner strings, and yanked her trousers down.

Rustle.

Renka's Training Uniform slid right down. Slipping my hand inside, I felt her incredibly soft bare skin.

"W-wait...! If you already do this..."

"I'm not going to put it in right away, so don't worry."

"...Put what in..."

It was funny how she insisted on asking when she already knew. Instead of answering, I grabbed her rear with a firm squeeze.

"Ah...!"

Feeling my rough grip through her thin panties, Renka clamped her legs together. Wedging a single finger between her tightly pressed thighs, I touched her center and found it slightly damp. Proof that she was already feeling it. It was a very good sign.

"Ngh...! W-what are you...!"

Tensing up when stimulated, relaxing when left alone. I liked how incredibly honest her body's reactions were, popping out in complete contrast to her words. Tugging at the outer sash of Renka's Training Uniform, who was already quite flushed, I reached for the inner strings as well and spoke.

"Relax."

"N-no..."

"Alright, then."

Casually accepting Renka's still-grumbling response, I stopped my caresses and stood up from my spot. Looking down at her confused expression with a grin, I pressed the light switch.

With a click, the Lounge was plunged into darkness. At that, Renka swallowed her breath with a sharp gasp. It seemed a rush of tension had hit her, as if signaling that our intercourse was about to begin in earnest.

The window was still open, but the sun had completely set, making it almost impossible to see. Carefully returning to the mat, I groped around for Renka and laid her flat on her back. Settling myself over her, I went back to unfastening the inner strings of her Training Uniform.

Rustle.

With my sight cut off, my hearing became much more sensitive. The sound of the strings coming undone could be heard with perfect clarity. Renka must have been thinking the same thing, judging by the long breaths she exhaled through her nose.

Pitter, pat. Pitter-patter.

With only the sound of rain striking the leaves outside the window echoing inside the Lounge, we stripped off all our clothes.

"Haa... Matsuda... Wait a second... Nnh...!"

As Renka called out, exhaling breaths full of arousal, I answered from where my face was buried in her chest, breathing hot air against her skin.

"What is it?"

"Shh...! Lower your voice...! Just stay still for a minute..."

"Why."

"I think... I heard footsteps..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"I'm serious...! Just listen...!"

For her to stop me right when things were getting good meant she honestly believed she had heard something. Deciding to thoroughly punish her if it was just her imagination, I stopped all my movements on top of Renka's body and strained my ears to the surrounding sounds.

Pitter-patter, pat.

No matter how hard I focused, I could only hear the rain striking the Club Room's outer walls and the trees. It seemed Renka was hearing things out of the anxiety of having sex inside the Academy.

"I don't hear anything. Are you lying to me?"

"I'm not lying... Listen closely..."

I had absolutely no idea what footsteps she was talking about. Or so I thought as I leaned down to caress Renka once again, but right at that moment—

Splash.

Faintly from outside, I heard what sounded like footsteps splashing through a puddle. Renka had heard right. There was definitely someone nearby.

"I-it's probably the security guard... Right...?"

"Seems like it. He must be on patrol... What time is it right now?"

"I don't know... I think it might be around eight... A-anyway, I'm going to put my clothes on, so move..."

"Why are you putting your clothes on?"

"What do you mean, why...? If someone sees us like this..."

"Who's going to look inside the Lounge?"

"The window is right there..."

"The area outside this Lounge window is blocked by a wall. Unless they're purposely trying to look, they can't get in."

"H-he's on patrol, so of course he'll check everywhere thoroughly...!"

My slave sure worried a lot. I understood, though. She was tense because it was her first time having sex in a place like this, and all sorts of worries were probably flooding in as a result.

Thinking that an amusing situation had presented itself, I lifted my upper body, pretending to humor her. Then, I pulled down my underwear and pressed my fully erect cock against her lower stomach.

Tap.

"Huh...?"

Had she felt the hard sensation on her stomach? Just as she was letting out a sigh of relief, an exclamation full of confusion escaped Renka's lips.

"Hey... What is this...?"

Renka fumbled blindly, running her hands around her lower abdomen. Her movements were bold. It seemed she hadn't expected me to pull my cock out in a situation like this.

Searching around her navel, her hand soon touched the glans right below it. Feeling the electric stimulation transmitted from her slender fingertips, I intentionally jerked my lower body. Then, as she tapped all over the glans like she was exploring an unfamiliar object, Renka—

"Eek...?!"

Finally realizing what she was touching, she let out a bizarre, startled shriek.