Chapter 329

"You crazy bastard! Go to hell!"

Why did classic curses like that only ever amuse me instead of pissing me off?

Maybe it was because Renka was the one saying them.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean, 'what's wrong'?! Are you kidding me right now?!"

"I'm dead serious. It was a pain to track this stuff down."

"W-What do you mean, a pain...?! You can find these right on the front page of any adult toy site!"

"You seem awfully familiar with those sites. But does that really matter?"

"It matters because you keep spouting bullshit! Anyway, I'm not wearing this!"

Renka tossed the full-body fishnet suit aside.

I picked the garment up from where it had crumpled on the floor, laid it neatly on the bed, and spoke.

"What're you going to do if it tears? Handle it with care."

"You psycho!"

There was still one more surprise left, yet she was already reacting like this.

It made me a little worried... though my anticipation far outweighed my concern.

I was incredibly curious to see how she would react.

Leaving her to her shrill protests, I flicked on the room's auxiliary lights.

The switch flipped with a sharp click, illuminating Renka's thoroughly scrunched-up face.

The final item I'd prepared rested right behind her. When I shifted my gaze toward it, she stopped fuming and followed my line of sight over her shoulder.

"What are you staring a... Huh...?"

Her entire body instantly began to tremble as if caught in an earthquake.

It was her immediate reaction to the object sitting right on the edge of the bed.

What she had spotted was a Flogger—a type of whip with dozens of soft straps attached to a hard, black handle.

It was unmistakably a tool meant for punishment, an explicit piece of gear that had completely caught her off guard.

Of course, I had zero intention of actually whipping her with it.

I only brought it along to set the mood for our roleplay scenario.

For now, at least.

But there was no way for Renka to know that.

Eyes wide with terror, she whipped her head back toward me and asked in a quivering voice.

"Y-You're not going to, right...? You aren't actually going to use that...?"

"I am, actually."

"Stop messing around...!"

"The President doesn't have a choice in this. You know that better than anyone."

"You son of a bitch! You piece of Trash! Go to hell!"

"You should be trying to get on my good side, yet you keep cursing at me. Want me to use it right now?"

"No!"

"Complaining won't get you anywhere. I'm the one calling the shots here."

Leaving it at that, I stepped past a petrified Renka and grabbed the Flogger.

I gave it a mock swing through the air, then looked over at her while she nervously gnawed her lower lip.

"Do you really hate it?"

"I-I hate it..."

Seeing her turn into a frightened little lamb in the blink of an eye immediately triggered my protective instincts.

She'd obviously never been hit with one before, so why was she so terrified?

It looked a lot gentler than a regular whip. Had she seen one used in a porn video or something?

Maybe back when I was into spanking her, she had researched BDSM play and stumbled across a video of one.

I stared down at her trembling form as she stood on the verge of tears. Opening my arms, I gently pulled her into a warm embrace.

I stroked the back of her head, softly soothing her.

"Okay. I won't use it."

Renka let out a massive sigh of relief and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist.

After acting so domineering up until now, my sudden shift to tenderness must have given her a deep sense of security.

Having her cling to me while she was feeling so weak and vulnerable... It felt incredibly good.

I'd have to make sure to adjust my pacing like this from time to time.

It was wonderfully healing just holding her.

Still, business was business.

Her punishment was absolutely necessary.

Firm in my resolve, I grabbed her drooping shoulders and gently pushed her back.

"Ready to get changed now?"

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

The immediate glare she shot me proved that her discipline was far from over.

I just scoffed at her rebellious attitude.

"You have ten minutes to get changed."

"Ah, I said no...! I'll do something else instead..."

When I didn't show any signs of backing down, she immediately switched tactics back to whining. It was utterly ridiculous, yet hilarious.

"No way. And you have to put the patches on, too."

"Patches...? What patches?"

"Those right there."

I pointed to the Nipple Patch she had handled earlier. She picked the package back up, inspecting it with a tilt of her head.

"What is this...? Are they stickers?"

"Something like that."

"Where am I supposed to put them? On my arm? On my chest?"

She clearly thought they were just regular decorative stickers. On her chest, huh... That honestly didn't sound too bad either.

Our Renka certainly had quite the imagination.

"Nope."

"Then where...? Ah...?"

Her bewildered eyes suddenly doubled in size.

She had finally read the words 'Cover Band' written in English on the packaging.

"T-This, don't tell me..."

Judging by how much her hands were shaking, she had figured out their exact purpose.

I flashed her a wide, toothy grin.

"Bingo."

"Hey...! You absolute psycho...! Have you completely lost your mind?!"

"What's wrong?"

"Why do I have to wear these?! I know it's a punishment, but still... this is taking it way too far! Is hiding my identity on AnyShare really such a massive crime?!"

"It's not a massive crime, but it isn't exactly a minor offense either."

"It was just a prank! I was only hiding it as a joke! I planned to mess around a bit longer and then tell you the truth!"

Hmm. Mess around a bit longer and then tell the truth?

That was an incredibly obvious lie.

If I had kept pretending I didn't know, she would have taken that secret to the grave.

"But in the end, you didn't tell me. You got caught. Frankly, I'm letting you off easy with this. My original plan was..."

"Y-Your original plan was what?! What were you going to make me do?!"

"I was going to make you do something far worse than this. Care to find out?"

"No...! I don't want to know!"

Terrified of what I might do, she frantically shook her head.

She stomped her feet and looked up at me with desperate, pleading eyes.

"D-Do I really have to wear them...? Can't you just let me off the hook?"

She was pouring on the pity act as thick as she could, but it wasn't going to work on me anymore.

I picked up the Flogger, stuffed it back into my bag, and then pointed sternly at the fishnet suit and the other items.

"Just accept your punishment before I decide to swap it for the worse one. We already agreed that once this is over, I'll never bring up Ino-chan again."

"We never agreed to that! I only said I would think about it!"

"Yet you still followed me to the Hotel. Doesn't that count as consent?"

"I-I just wanted to see what it was before deciding!"

"Right. Do you want me to dress you in it myself, then?"

"A-Are you crazy?! Absolutely not!"

"Then get changed right now."

"No! I refuse!"

She had been fairly compliant before she saw the fishnet suit. I actually thought this was going to go smoothly, but I was sorely mistaken.

Still, I suppose I should be glad she wasn't throwing a tantrum and storming out the door.

At times like these, it was important to take a step back and find a compromise.

Renka already knew she didn't have many options left anyway.

All I needed to do was offer a slightly tempting concession, and she would reluctantly give in.

"Just put the blindfold on and sit there quietly. I'll take a single look, and then we're done."

"...Done right away?"

"Yes."

"T-Then after that, can I go straight home?"

Hell no.

"Yep."

"You mean it...?"

"I swear. I won't ask to sleep with you or anything. I just want to look."

"Just look...?"

"Just look."

"H-How many seconds...?"

It was going to be a struggle just to get the thing on; asking to count by the second felt a bit ridiculous.

Suppressing the laugh that threatened to burst out at her petty bargaining, I replied.

"Five seconds?"

"..."

Did that sound like a reasonable amount of time to her?

Renka's expression visibly softened.

Fighting back another massive grin at her reaction, I asked. "That's acceptable, isn't it?"

"E-Even so, your fetishes are just way too sick...!"

"Didn't you realize that while talking to MK? She's way worse than I am."

"...Well, MK was the one who lost in the first place..."

Hearing her mutter under her breath like that made me want to pin her down right then and there.

Fighting back the rising urge, I leaned in and gently whispered my demands into her ear.

As she listened to my words, Renka's face rapidly cycled through varying shades of red.

"Ah, why the hell are you tacking on conditions...?! How am I supposed to do that!"

"Hey, it's only for a few seconds. You just have to endure the embarrassment for exactly five seconds. Is that really so bad?"

"...Haa... You're seriously driving me crazy..."

Muttering to herself with her eyes fixed on the floor, she suddenly whipped her head back toward me.

"It's really only for five seconds, right...? I'm ending it exactly five seconds after I hear the door open..."

"I promise."

"And starting today, you never bring up Ino-chan again. You're going to delete that inbox right in front of me, too."

"Look who's tacking on conditions now. We never agreed on deleting the messages."

"You're the one who started adding conditions! Why can't I do the same?!"

Watching her launch into another fit of hysterics, I decided it was best to just nod and agree for now.

"Alright, alright. Don't get so worked up."

"Y-You promised, okay?"

"I promised."

Realizing that further resistance was futile, Renka's shoulders slumped. She looked exactly like a worn-out employee forced to bow to a boss's tyrannical demands.

"Fine... Get out..."

"I'll be back in ten minutes."

"How the hell am I supposed to put this on in ten minutes?! Come back in twenty...!"

"Understood. And you'll make the expression I asked for, right?"

"W-Why does my expression matter when I'll be wearing a blindfold anyway..."

"Answer the question."

"Ugh, damn it...! I said yes, so get the hell out!"

I planted a sudden, surprise kiss on her cheek. Using the brief moment she stood frozen in a daze, I slipped out of the room and shut the door behind me.

Not even a few seconds later—

"Aaaaaaaagh!"

Renka's furious scream pierced through the door.

That scream was immediately followed by a barrage of heavy thuds. It sounded like she was furiously pummeling a pillow while roaring at the top of her lungs.

Had I stressed her out a bit too much? I suddenly felt a pang of guilt, but I figured I could just soothe all that frustration away with my cock later.

I leaned against the wall, checking the time on my Cell Phone as I waited for her twenty minutes to pass.

Thanks to the steady stream of complaints she muttered to herself on the other side of the door, the wait didn't feel tedious at all.

"I don't even know why I'm doing this... So annoying... Son of a bitch..."

She hurled her curses loud enough for me to easily hear, clearly intending for me to listen.

"Ah, ouch...! Damn it...!! Why is this thing so damn tight...?!"

It sounded like the fishnet had snagged on her toenail while she was trying to pull it on, but despite her pained groans, she was still following my instructions.

"Ugh, damn it! This tail... Haa..."

She kept grunting and whimpering, seemingly struggling to attach the tail accessory to the fishnet near her lower back. Every time I heard her strain, I had to actively suppress the urge to barge right in.

About fifteen minutes later—

Click.

Renka's grumbling finally died down, replaced by the sharp snap of the light switch and the soft rustle of fabric.

Knowing she was finally ready for me, I reached for the handle, only to pause and stand perfectly still for a moment.

I figured I should give her a moment to compose herself.

I waited for another minute, thinking about how similar this felt to the time she had dressed up in that bunny girl outfit. When the room fell completely silent, I finally pushed down my pounding anticipation and opened the door.

Clack.

I reached in, flicked the light switch, and felt my eyes go wide the moment they landed on Renka.

She had followed my instructions to the absolute letter.

She was kneeling on the bed, offering up the Flogger with both hands in a picture of polite submission.

It was exactly the pose I had whispered to her earlier.

She was wearing the outfit and the accessories perfectly. Her mouth was even parted slightly, the tip of her tongue just barely sticking out... She had actually followed through on every single humiliating demand I had made.

It seemed she had decided that if she had to do this, she might as well execute it flawlessly so I couldn't find a single excuse to keep going.

The slightly undersized fishnet suit pressed tightly against her chest, making her breasts look even fuller than usual—a deeply satisfying bonus.

It couldn't have been easy to slip into, but she had managed it beautifully.

If I had to score her, I'd give her a perfect one hundred points. Nothing less would do.

"Five, four, three..."

Cold sweat beaded on her forehead as she slowly counted down the seconds, looking more gorgeous than anyone else in the world.

Even in those fleeting few seconds, her face rapidly flushed a deep, bright red. Watching her steep in that overwhelming shame was enough to drive me completely crazy.

My lust exploding all at once, I instantly killed the lights and lunged straight at her.

"Two... Eek?!"

She let out a bizarre squeak as my heavy frame crashed into her, and frantically tore off her blindfold.

Seeing me straddling her and tossing my shirt across the room, she screamed.

"W-What are you doing?! You promised! You said I could go home!"

Even Chinami wouldn't have been gullible enough to believe that.

Out of all the girls I knew, Renka had to be the most innocent of them all.

Amused by the thought, I pinned her firmly to the mattress and stared straight down into her eyes.

"Sorry."

"What...! Hey!!! I'll kill you!"

Tossing out my brief, empty apology, I buried my lips right into her pristine white collarbone as she thrashed against me.