Chapter 308

"I-I didn't lie."

Renka's subdued voice as she took off her shoes and returned to the training room. It was funny seeing her make excuses to reduce her punishment, but it was discipline time, so I held back.

"But you did try to run away."

"I didn't actually leave."

"Don't you remember me telling you you'd be punished if you left? Put your bag down for now."

At my firm command, Renka hesitantly set her bag down by the bed. It was amusing how she met my eyes, then immediately dropped her head again as if losing a staring contest.

"Chinami...?"

"She's in the shower."

"Y-yeah...? Is she done?"

"Yes. Now it's your turn, President."

"I... don't want to. And put some clothes on... you exhibitionist bastard..."

Was it too hard for her to look at my bare chest? Even as she cursed, Renka's eyes darted nervously around.

"Why bother? We're about to do it anyway."

"What... who says I'm going to... Ahh!"

A sudden shriek tore from Renka's lips, cutting off her defiance. I had grabbed her waist, forced her half-upright, and spun her around to shove her back.

"You crazy bastard...! What are you doing...!"

Sprawled face-first onto the bed, Renka screamed and tried to push herself up, but it was useless. I already had both her wrists in a brutal grip, pinned firmly against the small of her back.

Taking it a step further, I used my lower body to press down hard on the backs of her thighs. Completely immobilized, her thrashing ground to an immediate halt.

"W-what are you..."

Smack!

"Kyaaah!!"

The sharp slap to her ass drew a breathless, almost dizzying scream from her lips—a shriek that carried an oddly sweet, coquettish undertone. I leaned down, lowering my upper body right next to the nape of her neck, and murmured softly.

"If you scream, your friend might come out of the bathroom. Don't tell me you want to put on a show for her?"

".... You...!"

Renka craned her neck to glare at me. In that moment, she looked exactly like a female knight captured by an enemy commander, on the verge of being violated with her comrade's safety held hostage. Even though I had just finished, a fresh rush of extreme arousal flooded my veins, immediately making my cock rock-hard again.

"I'll kill you...! I swear... I'll kill you...!"

Completely oblivious to my state, she spat venomous curses. Her fierce eyes bored into me with murderous intent, right up until—

Smack!

"Hiiik...!!"

I pulled down her skirt and delivered another slap to her bare ass, drawing out a cute little moan.

"You... piece of shit... I swear... I'll..."

Her momentum had dialed back, but she was still acting rebellious. Shaking my head in displeasure, I brought my hand down hard on the exact same spot.

Smack!

"Hiiik...!! It hurts...!!"

Her free lower legs kicked wildly, crossing over each other to thrash against the mattress. The sight made my desperate urge to slam into her skyrocket. But fruit always tasted best when plucked at peak ripeness. Renka's discipline was far from over.

Smack!

"Agh...! Hey...!! Just leave me alone...!!"

Was she begging for neglect play? I'd be more than happy to indulge her later, but not right now. A slave receiving punishment only had one acceptable line, and I fully intended to hear it today.

Slap!

I lowered the intensity this time, swinging my palm just hard enough to make her already-reddened ass cheeks jiggle. Her hips bucked against the mattress, the bed springs groaning as she cried out.

"Why... why are you always so mean to me...! What did I even do wrong...!!"

I absolutely loved that tone. She sounded entirely wronged, yet oddly aroused; miserably sad, yet mixed with a faint, whiny affection... It was a swirling, complex blend of emotions.

Renka was normally incapable of acting out something like this. But since she wasn't acting right now—since every bit of it was genuine—her expressions and vocal inflections blew any veteran actress out of the water.

"You still don't know?"

"I don't..."

Slap!

"Hyaang...! Hit me somewhere else... hit somewhere else...!"

Smack!

"Agh! You piece of...!"

Could Chinami hear Renka screaming like this? Since she still hadn't come out, the noise was probably being drowned out by the roar of the shower.

"Piece of what?"

Smack!

"Heuu...! Please, stop it... It hurts... My ass hurts...! My hands hurt too...!"

"Stop whining and say what you're supposed to say."

"W-what am I supposed to say?! I..."

Smack!

"Hyaah...!!"

Renka buried her face deep into the mattress, desperately trying to bite back the pain.

One side of her ass was already swelling up. I hadn't struck her hard enough to leave deep purple bruises, but even after the swelling went down, sitting would be distinctly uncomfortable for the next day or two.

I had dished out enough punishment, but I still hadn't achieved my goal... Should I put it off until later? Had I gone a little too far? Just as I began to rethink my approach and wonder what to do next—

".... I'm..."

Renka turned her head slightly, peering up at me with one teary eye as a tiny, frail whisper slipped from her lips.

"What was that?"

".... I said I'm sorry..."

"I can't hear you."

"I was... wrong... I said I'm sorry...! So please, stop... stop hitting me..."

Her eyes were glistening with tears as she offered her half-forced apology. I could read the cocktail of emotions swimming in her gaze—she felt pathetic and disturbed by the fact that she was actually getting turned on by this entirely non-consensual spanking.

She looked like she could burst into tears at any second, yet she fought them back, holding onto the last shreds of her rebellious glare. Her lower lip was clamped tight. The way she glared at me in that state was impossibly obscene.

She had even surrendered wearing that expression. It would be a miracle if all my blood didn't rush straight to my groin. Ignoring my rapidly surging erection, I leaned down, pressing my chest flat against her back. I brushed my lips against her cheek and breathed a soft whisper.

"I like you, President."

"Huh...?"

Was she startled by the sudden confession? Or did it make her heart flutter? Her pupils quivered wildly. I pressed a deep, lingering kiss to the side of her head and spoke.

"You won't do it again, will you?"

"....."

"Are you not going to answer?"

Flinching at the sudden, sharp shift in my tone, Renka frantically nodded.

"I-I won't..."

Even as she gave me that utterly submissive answer, bewilderment bled into her eyes. It had to be baffling for her—me viciously punishing her one second, getting incredibly tender the next, only to snap back to strict dominance. From her perspective, I had to look like a total psychopath.

But it wasn't like this was the first time she had seen this side of me. My mood swings were just particularly intense today, hence her brief panic. She would adjust soon enough.

"Haa..."

Just as expected, an exhausted, exasperated sigh slipped from her lips. But her relief was short-lived. I clicked my tongue and raised my hand to slap her ass again, making her shriek and scramble to stop me.

"W-wait a second...! That was just because I was tired..."

"Do you like me too, President?"

"....."

Her jaw clamped shut. I could practically hear the gears turning in her head as she desperately tried to decode my intent and plot a way out of this...

Tap.

Wanting to shatter that train of thought before it even left the station, I gently tapped a finger against her swollen cheek.

"Hyah!?"

She jerked violently in surprise and hurriedly blurted out.

"I-I like you...! I said I like you...!"

"Do you mean it?"

"I mean it...! You crazy psycho bastard...!"

"Excuse me?"

".... I really do like you... So... please... I'm really hurting... Let go of my hands..."

Mhm. Perfect. I had finally extracted my apology, so I supposed her punishment could end here. I murmured a word of reassurance, and as I pretended to adjust her skirt, I forcefully flipped the fabric all the way up over her lower back.

"Hyaak...! W-what are you doing...!!"

Startled, Renka immediately tried to push herself up, but her pinned arms completely locked up her shoulder muscles, allowing her to barely lift her chest off the mattress. Wasting no time, I pulled off my pants, shoved her panties aside, and pressed my cock right against her slightly damp slit.

"Hey...! Hey...!! Are you serious...!?"

Her frantic scream echoed as she felt her master's cock grazing her flesh. I shifted my hips, teasing her entrance with slow, agonizing pressure to test her reaction, and answered without a shred of hesitation.

"Relax your muscles if you don't want it to hurt."

"You crazy bastard...! Seriously, don't do this...! Chinami is right there..."

So being forced against her will wasn't the issue—Chinami's presence was the problem? Our dear Renka... she had been corrupted so thoroughly. Yet, knowing there was still room for her to sink even deeper was thrilling. I was going to have to keep training her, right up until the day she willingly begged for a threesome with Chinami, and desperately craved the sting of my hand on her own.

"Matsuda! If you do this, you're dead...! I mean it...! I..."

Completely ignoring her desperate, frantic screams, I shoved my cock into her soaking wet pussy and simultaneously let go of her wrists.

Squelch...

"Ahhh...!"

Freed at last, she threw her arms around wildly.

At first, she reached back, desperately trying to push my cock out of her, but the angle made it impossible. Giving up, she grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets, clutching them so hard they might rip. Watching her trembling violently, her newly freed legs splayed out in helpless submission... she was devastatingly beautiful.

"Does it hurt?"

".... Shut up..."

"I'll be quick."

I stated it like a decree. Gently stroking her reddened wrists, I pushed myself even deeper inside her and blanketed her trembling back with my body.

"Uugh...!"

In response, Renka hitched one of her legs up, then slammed it back down onto the mattress with a heavy thud. The blunt, unyielding intrusion of my cock stretching her open was vivid, and the sharp twinge of pain that accompanied it must have been undeniable.

Her insides were scaldingly hot. Roughly plundering her tight depths, I settled into a merciless pace, stealing frequent glances at the tightly shut bathroom door as I fully immersed myself in ravaging Renka.