Chapter 278

"Ah... fuck...!"

Renka's back arched as she bit back a curse at the very last second. Her chest pressed flat against the mattress. She looked just like a cat stretching.

The mere sight of her silhouette was enough to drive me crazy with lust. I thrust my hips forward, and with a slight bit of resistance, my cock slid deep inside her.

"Agh...!"

Letting out a sharp moan, Renka buried her face in the mattress, her entire body trembling. The mercilessly deep penetration seemed to hurt. I patted her hip and asked.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"It hurts...! It really hurts..."

"A lot?"

"Yeah...!"

"Why are you annoyed?"

"I'm annoyed because it hurts...! Is there something wrong with your hea—haah...!"

I pumped into her once as she complained. She let out a sharp gasp, planted both hands on the mattress, and spread her legs wider. It was an instinctive reaction to try and lessen the pain.

"Hah..."

Smack! I slapped Renka's rear as she gasped for breath. Startled, she jerked her head to the side. Then, in a voice dripping with embarrassment, she gave me a warning.

"If you move the Blanket, I'll kill you..."

To complain about the Blanket rather than getting spanked... she must have been incredibly embarrassed by this position.

It was completely understandable. Having me stare down at her most private parts had to be incredibly humiliating. Miyuki had been just as uncomfortable as Renka the first time we tried it from behind. Even now, she stubbornly refused to do it that way, swearing she'd rather die.

"Got it."

"A-and move a little slower..."

"Like this?"

"Ah, ah...! T-that's too fast too..."

"Does it still hurt?"

"It's not that... ah, I don't know... anyway, do it gently..."

"Want to try lifting your hips a little?"

"L-like this... Hah...!"

Unlike the pain from just a moment ago, Renka's hips twitched as though she were finally feeling genuine pleasure. It seemed she had found the perfect angle.

I patted her hip in praise and began thrusting in earnest. I started out deep, moving as slowly as possible and scraping along her vaginal walls so she could fully feel my cock.

"Haah...!"

As Renka's moans grew louder, I picked up the pace. Then, right as her tension melted and her body relaxed, I pressed down on her lower back.

"Ah..."

Renka let out a brief gasp as she slowly sank downward. I lowered my own stance to match. Once she lay completely flat against the mattress without any resistance, I slipped my hand beneath the Blanket and traced the muscles along her spine.

Starting from the center of her slender waist, I could feel the dip of her spine. The mere sensation was incredibly satisfying. A sudden urge to turn on the lights flared up, threatening to overwhelm my reason. I barely managed to suppress the impulse, continuing to gently pump in and out of her.

"Hnn... ahh...!"

A little while later, her coquettish moans tickled my ears. It was proof that she was adapting well despite the unfamiliar position. Proud of how well she was taking my cock, I gripped her increasingly warm and slick waist, gradually picking up the pace.

"Ah... seriously...!"

Renka inadvertently let out a cute exclamation. Her arms shifted back and forth, rustling softly against the mattress. Sometimes she craned her head up; other times, she bit down on the mattress and let out stifled moans.

She was using her entire body to express the pleasure she felt. Eventually, she tensed up and fell into short, rapid spasms. She was climaxing. And hard, at that.

"Hnnngh...!"

She did her best to swallow her moans, seemingly loath to admit that she was experiencing an orgasm, but the pleasure leaking through her tightly shut lips made it glaringly obvious exactly how good she felt.

I wanted to tease her for clinging to her pride at a time like this, but I held myself back. I had plenty of other things to do besides messing with her.

Squelch... slop...

Savoring the faint, wet sounds echoing from where our bodies met, I relentlessly ravished her tight passage. She flinched with every single thrust.

How much time had passed? Renka rested her forehead on her crossed arms, panting heavily. Her walls began to clench tighter, and just as her legs started to lift from the mattress, I felt my climax approaching.

"President."

I kept thrusting as I called out to her. Renka replied with a low groan.

"What..."

"Can I cum inside?"

"W-what...!? No...! Ahh...! Absolutely not...!"

She was clearly feeling every deep thrust of my cock, but her refusal was firm. She struggled, trying to pull away and slip off, but I kept a firm grip on her lower back, rendering her attempts completely useless. I honestly couldn't tell if it was pitiful or incredibly sexy.

"No...! Don't cum inside...!"

Hearing the genuine desperation in her voice, I spoke without breaking my rhythm.

"Don't?"

"Don't...! I'll kill you...! Do it outside...!"

Shhlupp...!

"Hah...!"

Renka, who had been gritting her teeth in warning, gave a violent jolt as my cock suddenly slipped out of her. Wasting no time, I tossed aside the Blanket covering her waist. Rather than holding back my surging climax, I simply laid my cock flat against her back.

With a pulsing throb, my semen erupted. Thick spurts shot forward, splattering over her shoulder blades and soaking her back. Feeling the hot liquid, Renka simply went limp. She seemed to realize that thrashing around would only smear the mess everywhere, so it was better to just take it.

"Haa..."

I let out a long, satisfied sigh as I emptied myself completely. Then, I began to massage Renka's neck while she lay facedown, perfectly still. I glanced around in search of tissues. Once she realized I was finished, she reached for the discarded Blanket beside her. I asked.

"What are you doing?"

"...To wipe..."

"With that? Just stay put, I'll go grab some tissues."

"I-it doesn't matter since I'm going to wash it anyway..."

"Really? Let me wipe you down, then."

"No... I'll do it..."

"Stay still."

"....."

"Answer."

"O-okay."

I was carefully wiping off her back after her submissive response when she suddenly cursed.

"Son of a bitch..."

I had expected a reaction exactly like that, so I just chuckled under my breath as I wiped the rest of the fluid off her skin. Then, I sat up and opened my arms toward her. She was already covering her privates.

"Come here."

"W-why...?"

"Come on."

At my urging, she hesitated for a moment before squirming over and nestling into my embrace. I wrapped my arms tightly around her slender frame and apologized.

"I'm sorry."

"...What are you saying..."

"Was that too rough for you?"

"It wasn't... let me go...!"

Clearly unaccustomed to this sudden gentle shift in atmosphere, she wriggled in an attempt to escape. But I held her tight and refused to let go. Eventually, she gave up, relaxing her body with a heavy sigh.

And in that moment, I could feel it. She was secretly happy.

I had been a bit more vicious today than I was during our first time. Comforting her like this washed away any lingering resentment, paved the way for smoother play in the future, and above all, deepened her affection for me.

Stroking Renka's long hair, I sat there in silence, holding her in my arms for a long time.

Swoooosh—!

The rain was pouring down heavily now, bringing the earthy scent of wet soil with it. My mind naturally felt at ease. Whether it was winter or summer, I always loved the rain.

"What are you doing, Trash?"

Standing with the Club Room door open to watch the pouring rain, I turned my head at the voice behind me. Renka stood there, drying her hair with a towel.

She had already changed into her casual clothes and was wearing her usual sullen expression. I stepped aside slightly so she could see outside and replied.

"I was watching the rain."

"So what?"

"You asked me what I was doing, so I answered. Why the attitude?"

"Because I feel like it."

At a glance, it looked like she was sulking, but she wasn't. She was just being snarky. Classic Renka.

"Is the Blanket done washing?"

"Fifteen minutes left. What time is it, anyway?"

"8:30."

"They said we have to be out by nine, so we can just hang up the Blanket and leave, right?"

"Right."

"Good. Now close the door."

"Why?"

"Water is splashing on the floor."

"We can just wipe it."

"You wipe it, then."

"Should a master have to work when his slave is standing right next to him?"

At those words, Renka glared at me with a fierce look.

"Wanna die?"

"Just kidding. Do you have an umbrella?"

"No."

"Not even in the supervisor's office?"

"Yeah."

"Then I guess we're running."

"I literally just showered."

"Or I could call the security office and see if they have anything in the lost and found, or maybe some spares?"

"You should have asked earlier."

Smack—!

"Hyaak!?"

Renka pinned her arms tightly to her sides, her shoulders jumping. I had just swatted her ass for acting so cheeky. Serving it as both a wrap-up and a preview of her next spanking, I closed the door just as she furiously raised her fist to hit me. Grinning, I said.

"Let's do it again next time."

Her face flushed red at the suggestive remark. Having lost her chance to counterattack, she froze. I threw my arm over her shoulders, and we spent the rest of the time playfully bickering as she snapped at me to keep my hands off her until the Blanket finished washing.

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