Chapter 277

"Mmph...! Ah...!"

She slapped a hand over her mouth, only to realize it was the same hand that had just touched my cock. She nearly fainted from the shock, but terrified that a patrolling guard might hear her, she clamped her lips shut anyway. Watching her go through this entire frantic routine all by herself was so hilarious it was driving me crazy.

"What are you doing?"

"Shh...! Be quiet...! The footsteps are getting closer...!"

"You're being louder, President."

"Shut up...!"

While Renka and I bickered in hushed tones, the beam of a flashlight swept past the window. The light didn't actually pierce the Lounge's interior; it just danced around outside, as if the guard was checking the small hill behind the Club Room.

Still, an indirect search is somehow more terrifying than a direct sweep of the room. Thanks to that, Renka—

"Hic...!"

Overwhelmed by the sudden tension, she uncharacteristically let out a hiccup. I rested my hand against her upper chest, feeling the frantic pounding of her heart against my palm. It was beating incredibly fast. She must have been absolutely terrified, considering she didn't even notice I was touching her breasts.

"Hic...!"

"Your hiccups are too loud. Won't we get caught at this rate?"

"Shut... hic...! Shut up...! The rain... hic...! It'll cover the sound..."

She had quite the variety of hiccups. It was ridiculously cute...

"Then there's no point in staying completely silent. We might as well talk. The rain covers everything, anyway, and whispering is quieter than your hiccups."

"Is... is that right...?"

"You're such an idiot."

"You little... mmph...! bastard...?"

Even trembling with fear, she looked absolutely gorgeous glaring at me like that, completely triggered by being called an idiot. I let out a soft chuckle, spread my fingers, and delivered a light smack to her waist. Smack! My palm connected with a sharp, satisfying sound.

"Hyaah!?"

Renka's entire body jolted, a rather loud yelp escaping her lips. The shock clearly startled her more than the approaching footsteps had, completely curing her of her hiccups in the process.

"Mmph...!"

She instantly clamped her hands over her mouth again and jerked her head toward the window. Watching the flashlight beam continue its lazy sweep over the hill, she let out a long, trembling sigh, overwhelmingly relieved that we hadn't been discovered.

"Haa... You crazy bastard...! What on earth are you doing?!"

"Did that hurt?"

"Whether it hurt or not, you can't just do that without warning...!"

"Your waist looked too pretty."

"Don't give me that...! You can't even see a thing right now..."

"I can see the silhouette."

Tap.

This time, I gently tapped her waist with just my fingertips. Renka flinched and whispered.

"What are you even doing...?"

'I'm getting you used to being spanked.' Swallowing the thought, I smoothly grabbed Renka's wrist and guided her hand straight down to my cock.

"Ah...!"

A sharp breath rushed out of her nose as her fingers clearly felt the texture she had only accidentally brushed against earlier. Blood had rushed to it, leaving the veins bulging and stimulated. The moment I dragged her palm over those coarse ridges along the shaft, I heard a heavy, audible gulp in the darkness.

"Wh-what is this...?"

"A vein."

"A vein? Really?"

"Are you curious about it?"

"N-not really...?"

Her voice was completely overflowing with curiosity, so 'not really' was a blatant lie. If Renka ever tried acting, she'd be infamous for her terrible performances.

"Do it with your hand."

"What...? M-my hand...?"

"Yeah. With your hand."

Another gulp echoed in the quiet space. Entirely certain I had hooked her interest, I continued.

"Grab it properly and move your hand."

"W-wait... I don't... how am I even supposed to do this...?"

It was ridiculous how she was pretending to be innocent. She read explicit manga all the time, and I knew she watched porn. Plus, the training genre I'd recommended to her was packed with scenes exactly like this. There was no way she didn't know what to do.

Still, I decided to cut her some slack. Seeing it on a screen and actually doing it in person were two completely different things. Feeling a faint pressure from her fingertips as she tentatively tried to wrap her hand around my cock, I pulled my own hand away from her wrist.

"Just do it however you think it should be done, President."

"However I think...?"

"Yeah."

"You could at least tell me how..."

"Just go with your instincts."

"..."

Was she flustered that I was leaving the entire process up to her? Renka let out a soft cough to clear her throat, murmuring under her breath as if deep in thought. She hesitated for a long moment, but as the splashing footsteps outside finally faded into the distance, she seemed to gather a bit of courage and began to move her hand.

Slide.

She pressed her palm against the base of the shaft, wrapped her fingers around it, and began to pump it up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. Embarrassed by the very fact that she was doing this, she kept clearing her throat as she serviced me. Finally, she asked a question.

"Is this how I'm supposed to do it...?"

"A little more gently."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not right now, but if you do it that hard, it's going to hurt later."

"What do you mean, hurt later...?"

"It'll probably be swollen by tomorrow. We don't have any lube, either."

"Oh... really? Well, that's not my problem..."

Hmm... A slave running her mouth and forgetting her place definitely required some discipline. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on the grumbling Renka's thigh, just like earlier.

Smack!

"Hyaah!!"

Renka let out a sharp squeal, her entire body jerking upward from where she lay. The sudden jolt of tension caused her spread legs to lift slightly into the air, and at the same time, her hand reflexively clamped down on my cock with an even tighter grip.

"Ah, seriously...! Do you want to die?!"

The slap had been loud, but clearly not painful enough to break her spirit, because she only grew more defiant. If the lights in the Lounge had been on, I would have been able to admire the furious glare she was undoubtedly shooting up at me. It was a real shame I was missing it.

"That's what you get for lacking manners."

"You're the one lacking manners, you absolute Trash...! The hell are you hitting me for?!"

Smack!

"Hyah!!"

This time, I could even feel the sharp tremble of her muscles. Surprisingly enough, it felt like she was subconsciously showing an interest in this kind of treatment. Or was it just my imagination?

"Speak nicely."

"...So annoying... Why am I even... for a guy like this..."

The way she kept a tight grip on my cock even while grumbling was incredibly cute.

"'A guy like this'? I told you to speak nicely."

"T-This is just how I normally talk... Anyway, hit me one more time and I'm stopping."

"Stopping what."

"This...! Shaking it...! God, it's so gross..."

"Gross? This went deep inside the President and—"

"Ah, shut up...! Don't distract me, I need to focus...!"

I loved how she instantly cut me off the moment she sensed something dirty was about to come out of my mouth. If we ever moved in together in the future, her constant bickering was going to make things very entertaining.

"And no more hitting...!"

Swallowing the laugh that threatened to spill out at her continued demands, I replied.

"I can't make any promises."

"Then I'm done."

"Are you a child?"

"Think whatever you want."

"If you aren't going to do it, I'm just going to put it inside you right now."

"No... It doesn't even seem like you like me doing this for you, so what's the point in continuing...?"

"I do like it."

"...Really?"

"Really."

Renka's fierce attitude softened just a fraction. My sincere tone seemed to secretly please her. After our little argument, she ultimately gave up and went right back to pumping her hand.

The sensation of the skin rubbing up and down from below felt far from bad. Since this was Renka's first handjob, her grip was still a little too strong, which was a bit of a shame, but it was easily something I could overlook.

I fully savored the rising, tingling wave of pleasure as I received Renka's surprisingly earnest service. A few moments later, a voice burning with undeniable embarrassment drifted up from below.

"D-Don't spray it on the Training Uniform..."

She was telling me to ejaculate somewhere else. It was exactly the kind of thing Renka, who valued her Training Uniform, would say.

Honestly, spraying it on her Training Uniform was the fastest way to corrupt her... but I decided to save that for later, once her inner pervert had leveled up a bit more and she was fully accustomed to submission play.

"I'm nowhere near finishing yet."

"...How do I make you finish faster...?"

"Do you want to finish quickly?"

"N-No, it's not that, I'm just curious..."

"You need to change how you grip... Ugh...!"

Tension shot through my lower body, and my thigh muscles locked up tight. Renka had slid her hand all the way down to the base, her fingers softly fondling my testicles.

I sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden spike of pleasure. Realizing something from my reaction, Renka let out a soft, innocent “Ah...” and immediately started focusing her hand on that spot.

Her slender fingers moved as if brushing over the thin skin. Receiving Renka's rapidly improving service was great, but right now, it was time for her education. It was best to avoid handing over the initiative.

I could just receive this service next time. With that thought, I firmly grabbed Renka by the waist right as she was curiously stroking my skin. As she let out an annoyed yelp and demanded to know what I was doing, I replied with a voice that was edged with command, yet still undeniably gentle.

"Turn around."

"...Turn around?"

"Yeah."

"To do what...?"

"So I can hold you."

"What do you mean, hold me...? Are you just going to hug me?"

"Why do you have so many questions. Turn around when I tell you to."

"But... how am I supposed to turn around here...? I was right in the middle of doing this for you..."

"You don't have to do it."

"Why...?"

"Hurry."

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

Was it because she guessed I was setting her up for a wildly embarrassing—and depending on the person, incredibly humiliating—position that we could only do if she turned around? Her voice was shaking, thick with apprehension.

I brushed away Renka's hand—since she had accurately predicted exactly what was about to happen—and pressed my body over hers. Then, I began planting reassuring kisses down her face, starting with her forehead, then her cheeks, and finally her lips.

I also didn't forget to tap her pelvis and thighs, starting off weak before slowly ramping up the force.

"Haah...!"

Every time my touch reached her body, she trembled and twitched in response. Certain that her cooled arousal had sufficiently flared back up, I broke the kiss and raised my upper body. Then, I draped the Blanket over her.

"Turn around."

"..."

Was she feeling relieved now that she had something to hide her body beneath? She didn't voice a single word of protest this time as her body—

Slide.

—slowly and carefully rolled over, moving with immense caution so the Blanket wouldn't slip off. Sensing her silent resolve, I slipped my hand beneath the Blanket without a word and began to softly stroke her inner thighs.

"Ah...!"

Right as a sweet, coquettish edge slipped into Renka's voice, I wrapped my arms around her waist and carefully pulled her up.