Chapter 286

"You've grown bold. Trying to run away and all."

"I wasn't running away... I just needed the restroom..."

"Put it down."

"Huh...?"

"I said, put it down."

Renka's throat bobbed heavily as she swallowed hard. Carefully setting her shopping bag down in the corner of the stairwell window, she fidgeted like a slave awaiting punishment, clutching the elbow of her limp arm.

"Why did you try to run?"

I thrust my face right up to hers to start the interrogation. She bit her lower lip.

"W-Well... here... people might..."

"Afraid we'll get caught?"

"Obviously...! What the hell is going through your head, wanting to do it here...?"

"Because I want to."

"Y-You crazy bastard...! Do you think the world just lets you do whatever you want...? Have some common sense...!"

What was with that tone? She sounded like a teacher fiercely scolding a student. Snorting, I placed my hands back on the waistband of Renka's pants. Her eyes went wide, and she shot me a glare.

"Unbutton those... and you're dead."

What a bluff. She sounded like helpless prey shrieking in its final struggle before being devoured. It wasn't scary in the least.

Ignoring her warning, I popped the button. Renka flinched. As I pulled the zipper down, she grew visibly anxious, darting glances around for onlookers. When I pushed her pants down to her hips, she stomped her feet.

"Hey...! I said stop...!"

Smack! Renka slapped my arm. While she seemed quietly expectant about doing it in a place like this, her fear of getting caught was overwhelming.

"You want me to stop?"

"Yes...! Stop pulling this out of nowhere...!"

"I'm going to do it anyway."

"Then why even fucking ask..."

"Why were you about to curse?"

".... Ah, fuck... It's because of you...! You keep pissing me off..."

Smack!

"Hyaaagh!?"

It was hilarious watching her shriek from a spanking mid-complaint. After shutting her up with a barehanded smack to the ass, I checked her panties. Black straps showed above the pants hanging off her hips. Even her underwear was black. It felt like a perfect reflection of her sly, dark intentions.

"That hurts...!"

Rubbing the stinging spot, Renka glared daggers at me, then spoke urgently when she saw me undoing my pants.

"Wait a second...! Matsuda...! Just listen to me!"

"Speak."

"We haven't even showered... and if someone sees us and reports it... the cops could come... Just think about this a little more..."

"Who's going to come here? We're on a high floor, and there are multiple elevators."

"S-Some delinquents might come here to smoke..."

"I doubt guys like that would come to a floor full of figure shops."

"That's a stereotype...!"

"Still, the chances are undeniably lower than on other floors."

"....."

Did she realize that no matter what she said, my resolve wouldn't change? Rendered speechless, her eyes darting back and forth, she grabbed my wrist just as I was about to pull my pants down.

"W-Wait!"

"What now?"

".... Tangerine."

"What?"

"Tangerine...! I said tangerine...!"

"So what?"

"T-That's the safe word we set for when we seriously want to stop this kind of play...! You know this coercive behavior of yours counts as BDSM, right...? Dominance or dominant or whatever it is...!"

"BDSM is a kind of roleplay, but it doesn't seem like the President is acting her part right now. Therefore, it's void."

"That's ridiculous..."

"Want me to show you what real BDSM is?"

"....."

She flinched at the glint in my eyes. Swallowing hard, she clenched her fists and asked.

"D-Do we really have to do it here...?"

"If you're really that uncomfortable, show some remorse."

"Remorse...?"

"Say you're sorry for trying to run away earlier, and that you'll never do it again. Then I'll let it slide."

".... Really?"

"Yeah."

Renka's gaze shifted to my eyes. Piercing me with a heavy stare to gauge my true intentions, she soon pulled her pants up and spoke carefully.

"I-I was wrong... I won't run away again..."

Her reaction was incredibly cute. I wanted to pull her into my arms right then and there, but her training couldn't end here. Firmly shaking my head, I said, "Politely."

"Ugh... N-No...! I don't even know why I have to apologize to you in the first place..."

Smack!

"Hyaang!? Hup...!"

Spanked again at an unexpected moment, Renka jerked wildly and slapped a hand over her own mouth. Having let out a moan loud enough to echo in the stairwell, she was clearly worried someone might have heard.

Tap.

I lightly nudged her hip. "Hyat...!?"

Letting out a gasp, her body trembled violently like she'd been struck by static electricity. The imprint of fear through repetitive learning... That sounded too grandiose. She was probably just reacting like that because she was extremely sensitive right now.

"Politely."

".... No."

Furrowing my brow at her second refusal, I kissed her pouting lips and pushed my tongue inside.

"Mmph...!"

Exploring her mouth as she reeled from the sudden move, I forced my leg between hers, just like I often did in the cafe Changing Room.

Thud!

A dull thud rang out, followed immediately by a stinging pain radiating from my knee. Trying to act domineering, I had shoved my leg a bit too forcefully and slammed my knee against the wall.

I should have just done it lightly... It hurt so much. But I had to hold it in. Renka's trembling had intensified, so it seemed to be effective.

I lifted the hem of Renka's black turtleneck and slid my hand inside. When I began caressing her soft waistline, Renka, who had been submissively accepting my tongue, pushed against me with all her might.

"Mmph...! S-Stop...!!"

"What now?"

"Don't do this here..."

Renka licked my saliva off her lips, shaking her head. She didn't seem to realize what she was doing, but did she have any idea how incredibly sexy she looked just now?

"Then apologize properly, with manners."

"....."

"Hurry."

"I-I was wron..."

Why was she so pretty when she mumbled with that utterly humiliated expression? Smirking, I lightly slapped her hip as she hesitated, her voice quieter than a mosquito's.

Slap!

"Hyat!?"

"I can't hear you."

".... I was... I was wrong..."

"You were wrong?"

Did she hate that she had to speak politely while I responded casually? Renka glared at me. But it only lasted a moment. When I stared down at her strictly, her spirit broke, and she averted her gaze.

"....."

"I asked if you were wrong."

".... Yes... I said I was wrong...! I won't... do it again..."

She flared up as if feeling immense humiliation and even stuttered her words, but this was satisfying enough. She showed the makings of an excellent masochistic slave.

Nodding in pleasure, I softened my tone and praised her.

"Good girl."

Renka blinked and carefully asked.

"Are we done...? Is that it...?"

"That's it."

"Right... you son of a bitch. Drop dead."

"Why would you say something so mean?"

"Why are you conveniently leaving out the mean things you did?"

"Did you hate it that much?"

"....."

Renka clamped her mouth shut and whipped her head away. I guess she didn't hate it.

Chuckling at her reaction, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my embrace just as she was sulkily picking up her shopping bag from the floor.

"Stop it...! You said we were done...!"

She resisted, likely thinking I was about to do something weird again. I gently patted the small of her back in a steady rhythm to calm her down.

Did my intention to simply hug her get across? Renka, who had been trying to escape, regained her composure and went docile.

"Y-You piece of trash..."

Cursing at me in a slightly affectionate tone was a bonus. Reaffirming that the carrot-and-stick approach worked best for slave training, I spoke.

"Let's stay like this for a bit, then head out."

"....."

"Answer me."

"O-Okay... Ah!? Don't touch my ass...!"

"Yeah, yeah."

"I said don't touch! I'll kill you...!?"

"I got it."

"You say you got it, so why keep... Hah...!"

The heels of Renka's long boots lifted slightly. I had roughly grabbed her crotch, and my fingers brushing the center seemed to give her a jolt of pleasure. As I fondled and caressed her while she buried her face in my chest—clack.

The sound of an emergency exit door opening a couple of floors down startled Renka. She pushed me away, leaving me smacking my lips in regret.

"S-See...! I told you someone would come...!"

"We aren't caught."

"What do you mean we aren't caught...! If we did it here, we would've been dragged to the police station for public indecency or something...! Never say you want to do it in a place like this again...!"

She was trying to whisper as she scolded me, but anyone could have heard her. Wrapping up our physical contact with a quiet kiss on the furious Renka's forehead, I supported her as she stumbled—the lingering effects of our embrace not quite gone—and we left the stairwell.

Next time, I'll definitely put it in.