Chapter 306

“Ah...! Ah...!”

Chinami flinched and trembled every time my hand pressed firmly just below her mound. As her pleasure mounted, she tightly gripped the arm I had wrapped around her neck. It was adorable how she tried to muffle her moans, desperately lowering her voice for fear that Renka, who was right outside, might hear her.

Index, middle, and ring finger. I varied the pressure of those three fingers as I caressed her plump flesh. When her body, nestled snugly against my chest, began to tremble uncontrollably, I asked:

“Does it feel good?”

“Huu... Y-yes...”

“I like you too, Master.”

“Nhk...!? I-is that what you meant...?”

“Then what did you think I meant?”

“Well... um...”

“Here?”

Tap.

With that playful question, I lightly tapped her vulva, just barely brushing it with my fingertips. Her body dug even deeper into my embrace.

“Hiyek...! Yes... I-I thought you were asking about there...”

She showed her honest side without hesitation, even though that indirect question should have been difficult to answer. Just as I thought, my Chinami was an absolute pervert.

“Then it feels good here too?”

“R-right...”

“Want to look at me?”

“Hut...?”

Letting out a confused moan, Chinami turned her head toward me. With her hazy eyes and her parted lips exhaling hot breath... she was completely dazed. I pressed my lips against hers.

“Huep...!?”

She was startled, but soon calmed down and naturally accepted my tongue. Ravishing the inside of her mouth, which carried the scent of peaches, I spread my index and middle fingers and slowly stroked up and down the sides of her labia.

“Mmmph...!”

At that, Chinami squeezed her eyes shut, and her body gave a massive lurch. She poured all her strength into the hand gripping my wrist and even tried to squeeze her legs together, desperate to endure the pleasure rising from her crotch.

Feeling her tongue stiffen as it tangled with mine, I lightly tapped her vulva with minimal force, as if telling her to calm down. Tap, tap. But Chinami’s nether regions were already far too sensitive to docilely accept such a touch.

“Heumph...! Hah...!”

Every time my hand brushed that extremely sensitive spot through the thin barrier of her disposable panties, Chinami’s body shuddered as if she were about to leak.

She almost bit down hard on my tongue, only to part her teeth again for fear of hurting me. Even then, she still wanted to keep kissing; letting out tiny, adorable sighs, she was completely at a loss for what to do.

The visual satisfaction was spectacular. I intensified my movements and slipped my hand inside her panties. Then, I gently slid my middle finger into the center of her soft, wet vulva.

“Myaah...!”

At the same time, an incomprehensible gasp slipped from Chinami’s lips. Her eyes snapped wide open. The unfamiliar sensation teasing her most intimate place must have startled her half to death.

No, was she startled, or did it just feel good? The gasp she had just let out sounded like a scream, so I must have misunderstood.

“J-Junior... Your finger is in a weird place...”

Pulling her face away, Chinami’s voice trembled violently. I gave her a bright smile and replied,

“I know.”

“...I-is that so...? Is this a massage too...?”

“Yes.”

“Aha...”

Chinami’s pelvis swayed slightly from side to side. The sensation of the partially inserted finger seemed completely foreign to her. It was hilarious how she accepted it so easily just because I had called it a massage.

Feeling Chinami’s body temperature, already as flushed and hot as it could get, I pushed my finger a little deeper. Squelch... My middle finger stopped right near her tiny vaginal opening. At that, Chinami’s body gave a sudden, violent jerk.

“Hah...! Haaah...!”

Chinami panted heavily, like a puppy that had just finished a full sprint. I could feel the heat radiating from inside her growing even stronger, and the amount of her leaking fluids increasing. Seeing her throw her head back, it seemed she was really feeling it.

“Good girl, good girl.”

When I spoke softly into Chinami’s ear, as if soothing a child, she hitched her body up and initiated a kiss on her own. Seeing her lunge at me so eagerly, she must have really liked the sound of my voice.

And just like that, I caressed her for quite a long time as she accepted my touch, her legs shifting restlessly like an impatient child’s.

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“Haa...”

Renka glanced at the TV, then at the tightly shut door next to it. After her eyes darted back and forth endlessly, a sigh burst from her lips.

Right about now, inside that room... something was happening. It was hard to imagine, but considering he had called it a massage, he was definitely... feeling up Chinami’s body with his hands.

“Crazy bastard...”

Matsuda had truly lost his mind. If they were going to do this, they should have done it alone... She couldn’t understand why he had brought her here. Was he trying to show off? Or provoke her jealousy?

She also couldn’t understand Chinami’s intentions. Why was she agreeing to whatever Matsuda said?

Of course, Renka couldn’t exactly talk, considering she couldn’t put up a proper fight against him either. But Chinami wasn’t in a master-slave relationship with him like Renka was—well, at least according to Matsuda’s claims.

Whatever it was, there was no reason for her to be here. A massage? She wasn’t getting one. It was obvious he was going to do dirty things with her too once Chinami’s turn was over, but that could happen anytime later. Not that she actually wanted to do those things with Matsuda, though.

‘I should leave.’

No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t justify staying here. So, she would run away.

This was ridiculous. This was exactly why Matsuda saw her as a pushover and treated her like garbage. Reflecting on her pathetic behavior, Renka yanked off the blanket she had been comfortably resting under. Then, terrified that Matsuda might hear her, she carefully and quietly packed her bag.

As Renka tiptoed toward the front entrance like a thief, she suddenly felt curious about what was happening inside that quiet room.

How exactly was Matsuda treating Chinami? Was he being kind? Or was he a bit forceful, just like when he dealt with her?

When talking to someone as nice as Chinami, Matsuda was actually a sweet guy, so it was probably the former... She wasn’t trying to compare; she just wanted to know.

‘Mmm...’

After agonizing over it for a brief moment, Renka ultimately decided to eavesdrop. Honestly, anyone in this situation wouldn’t be able to help but wonder what was going on inside.

Rationalizing it to herself like that, Renka postponed her plan to leave and crept over to the massage room as carefully as possible, pressing her ear against the door.

“—...re... can’t...”

It sounded like Chinami’s voice, full of embarrassment... but she couldn’t make out the exact words. It was definitely something dirty. Renka felt herself growing embarrassed just by listening.

Gulp.

Swallowing hard, Renka focused as intensely as she could on the sounds coming from inside the room.

“—J-Junior... We can’t...”

“—Can’t what?”

“—Renka is outside... Mnnngh... Not there...”

She heard it perfectly. Something... something explicitly dirty was definitely happening. Judging by how she said ‘not there,’ were they about to insert it? Or was it foreplay? Since it was supposed to be a massage, was she just telling him not to touch a sensitive spot?

“—We can’t? Should we take a break?”

“—Y-yes...”

“—Understood. Are you cold? Should I turn on the heater?”

“—Mmm...”

“—Should I hold you?”

“—Ah, I’d like that...”

“—Like this?”

“—Y-yes...”

Listening to the flowing conversation, Renka pulled her ear away from the door, her heart pounding. It wasn’t because she was jealous after finding out the details of Chinami and Matsuda’s relationship; she was just a bit pissed off.

‘Son of a bitch.’

The same bastard who barked orders at her so aggressively was incredibly sweet to Chinami. Sure, Chinami was the kind of person you couldn’t help but treat kindly, and it made sense to treat different people differently.

It was only natural for him to be nice to Chinami, who had been friendly from the very beginning. She even understood why he was cold to her, considering she had been prejudiced and snapped at him. However, she and Matsuda were quite close now.

So couldn’t he be at least a quarter as kind to her as he was to Chinami? It wasn’t like she still hated him the way she used to, and she was pretty sure she had been obedient even before they started working together...

She had even done humiliating maid and bunny girl cosplays. She had even been locked in a prison cell under the pretext of wishes and paying for her sins. And yet, it felt so unfair that he still treated her like a slave.

Rebellious thoughts kept bubbling up inside her. She knew she shouldn’t compare relationships, but she had a relationship with Matsuda too. So, this was a justified emotion. She vowed never to bow down to Matsuda again.

Snorting out a breath of air, Renka headed for the front door. She put on her shoes and reached to open the door when a sudden wave of anxiety hit her.

‘Wait, doesn’t it make a sound when you open the door...?’

Didn’t she hear some kind of mechanical chime when she opened it before? She hadn’t been paying much attention, so she couldn’t remember clearly. If it made a noise, Matsuda would definitely notice... and he had explicitly warned her that he would seriously punish her if she tried to run away.

“...”

Terrified of the aftermath, Renka fell deep into thought. But after a brief moment of hesitation, she decided to just leave anyway. She could just take the punishment later. With that in mind, she reached for the doorknob, but then flinched.

Why was she so naturally accepting the idea of being punished? Had Matsuda called her a slave so much that she was actually awakening to an awareness of being one? This was ridiculous. It seemed she had completely fallen victim to his pathetic gaslighting.

‘Screw that!’

Forcefully erasing the image of a furious Matsuda holding a whip that had begun to flicker before her eyes, Renka turned the doorknob.

No mechanical sound rang out. He wouldn’t notice at this rate. Thank goodness. She wasn’t relieved that she could sneak out without him knowing; she was just relieved that Chinami was having a good time and it wouldn’t be ruined because of her.

But... if Matsuda found out about this, what kind of punishment would he dish out? Not that she would accept it, but she was curious about what it would be.

Her head filled with such thoughts, Renka turned the doorknob all the way and pushed forward. Then, Clank—!

A rather loud noise erupted from the door’s lock, piercing her ears.

‘Uwaaah...!’