Chapter 340

"I'll kill you... I'm going to kill you... Ah...!"

Renka's tone was laced with incredible venom.

Right now, she lay face down on the mat, completely pinned beneath my body.

Being taken with her legs pressed tightly together like that, she was bound to feel humiliated.

I had intended to finish our session like this, but the position was terribly uncomfortable and made thrusting difficult, so I lifted my upper body off Renka's back.

As if she had been suffocating until now, Renka let out a heavy sigh from deep in her chest and turned her head to the side.

"You son of a bitch... I'll... kill you..."

Her eyes were glistening with tears.

I didn't know if they were tears of pain or tears of humiliation...

But seeing her look like she might burst into sobs at any moment softened my resolve.

"Does it hurt? Should we change positions?"

At my incredibly gentle tone, she fell silent for a moment before answering.

"...Change it..."

I fully expected her to tell me to pull out, yet she was satisfied with just changing positions?

It was proof that Renka was secretly enjoying this too.

Still, those tears weren't just from being caught up in the moment; they were real. Even though I had resolved to be forceful, I had no intention of causing her pain, so I obediently pulled my cock out.

"Hah...!"

As the thing that had completely filled her insides slipped out, Renka's hips gave a sharp flinch.

I pulled down her uniform, which had ridden up to her waist as her lower half trembled, and said, "I'm going to lie down. Get on top."

"W-what...? Get on top...?"

"Yeah. Get on top."

"Eep...!"

When I lay back on the mat and blatantly exposed my erection, Renka let out a short gasp and covered her eyes with her hands.

Then she slightly parted her index and middle fingers to peek at it through the gap.

"W-what do you expect me to do with that...!"

"You know exactly what."

"No, I don't...!"

Playing innocent.

Dumbfounded, I patted the top of my thighs.

"Just get on."

It was a clear command.

Renka stuck out her lip in response, then reluctantly straddled my waist, hesitating with a look that suggested she was only yielding to a threat.

I could feel her spread thighs pressing down on my cock.

The soft texture of her panties pressed right against my shaft, with the added sensation of her uniform skirt smoothly brushing down the outsides of my thighs.

"I-is this enough...?"

She sat there with her hands resting naturally on my chest. Smirking at her question, I slid my hands under her draped skirt.

Then I looked straight at Renka as she fiercely demanded to know what I was doing.

"Lift your hips a little."

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

"Don't make me say it twice. Lift them."

"Ah, no...! This is that thing...!"

"What thing?"

"..."

It was cute how she mumbled, refusing to say 'cowgirl' even if it killed her.

A laugh threatened to spill out, but I held it back.

Putting on a serious face, I repeated, "Hurry up and lift them."

"A-are you threatening me...?"

"Think what you want."

"I... don't know how to do this..."

"It's fine, so just lift them. Or should I force it in?"

"...Son of a bitch."

Muttering a curse from the bottom of her heart, Renka slowly raised her hips, likely realizing that stalling would only make things worse.

The pressure on my cock eased. I slipped my hand into the gap, angling my erection upward until it brushed against her mons pubis.

"Hah..."

At that, Renka lifted her body even higher, creating just enough space for me to stand it completely straight.

Thinking that Renka was such a pervert for instinctively finding the perfect posture right before penetration, I gently guided my tip to her entrance.

"Ngh..."

At the same time, a sweet whine escaped her lips.

Even though her skirt blocked her view, she stared intently downward as if trying to see what was happening beneath. It was both funny and endearing.

"Now, come down slowly."

"I-isn't it standing up a little too straight...?"

"How do you know when you can't even see it?"

"Because it feels like it's going to hurt...!"

"It'll be fine as long as you put it in slowly."

"..."

"Are we just going to keep wasting time like this? I'll do whatever I want, then."

"A-alright...! I'll do it..."

Radiating blatant reluctance, Renka took a deep breath to relax her nerves.

Then, moving at a glacial pace, she lowered her raised body and took my cock in.

Her reaction to attempting penetration in the cowgirl position for the very first time was completely raw.

"Ngh...!"

When she swallowed just the tip, she only flinched once and seemed to handle it relatively well.

"Ah, shit...! It's too deep...!"

But when more than half the shaft entered, she scrunched up her face with all her might and cursed.

Terrified of taking any more in, she hunched her upper body all the way forward, freezing in place and gripping my dress shirt as if she meant to tear it apart.

Renka's side hair gently tickled my cheek.

Fully savoring that soft sensation, I gave her rear a reassuring pat.

Did that give her some newfound courage?

Taking a deep breath, Renka pushed her hips all the way down.

"Ahnn...!"

It slid in with a slick sound, her insides enveloping my entire cock in a tight, squeezing grip.

Finding that almost scorching warmth to be incredibly erotic, I waited until penetration was complete, then wrapped my arms around Renka's slender waist and smoothly sat up.

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

Unused to facing me head-on like this, Renka was thoroughly flustered.

Then she scowled and glared at me, seemingly feeling a sharp jolt of pain from below.

I let out a soft chuckle at her novel reaction and patted her back in a steady rhythm.

Once she seemed to have calmed down, I asked her in a quiet voice, "Do you like me?"

It was a question I asked occasionally, right around the time she might have forgotten about it.

Every time, Renka would play hard to get before half-heartedly admitting that she did.

But now, staring at me from right under my nose, Renka seemed to process the question with a completely different set of emotions.

"..."

Wearing a deeply bashful expression, she turned her head slightly to avoid my gaze.

"No?"

When I asked again in a disappointed, slightly hurt tone, Renka rolled only her eyes to look at me and replied, "I like you..."

Her voice was barely a whisper.

Instead of her usual tough tone, it was pure, like a girl facing her first love...

And it was such a pleasant voice to hear.

Immensely satisfied by her answer, I pursed my lips and leaned forward slightly.

Realizing what I wanted, the area beneath Renka's eyes flushed so intensely red it looked ready to burst.

This was where I needed to take a step back.

Having made that judgment, I closed my eyes.

It was to ensure I didn't watch what Renka was doing.

A short while later, a soft 'Mmn...' reached my ears from right in front of me.

That was followed by a brief, moist, and soft sensation against my lips before it vanished.

When I opened my eyes again, Renka was covering her eyes with her arm.

She must have been utterly embarrassed. To think she had initiated a light kiss on my lips herself.

She had kissed me on the cheek at a cafe once, and she'd been embarrassed then too, but this was on a completely different level.

Expressing affection on her own in this kind of atmosphere probably felt entirely different to her.

"W-what are you looking at... Move your face..."

Renka always grumbled like this and bickered with me.

Because of that, our intimacy always carried a slightly feisty spark...

But ever since I heard her sincere confession, that atmosphere had changed.

Even though her rebellious "what are you looking at" just now added a bit of that old spark, the air itself was so youthful and sweet that it didn't feel fiery at all.

Rather, it was suffused only with the purity of a first time straight out of a romantic comedy.

The deep flush on Renka's cheeks only heightened that mood.

So she could make that kind of expression, too.

Between the attitude she showed right before confessing and now, I was glad to see this different side of Renka today.

Staring straight into her face, which looked ready to explode with a single poke, I offered a sincere smile and said, "President."

"Ah, what...!"

"Thank you."

Had she not expected gratitude instead of a simple compliment like 'good job'?

Renka, who had been acting adorably annoyed, pursed her lips inward.

Turning her head away slightly just like before was a bonus.

Did she even realize she had wrapped her arms around my neck?

She probably had no idea.

When I let out a low chuckle at that, she seemed incredibly embarrassed and muttered softly, "W-why are you suddenly thanking me out of nowhere... So annoying..."

Seeing this new side of Renka today made me want to shower her with my love even more.

In that sense, I needed to leave a mark on her. So that Renka could feel my feelings as well.

Having made up my mind, I moved my arms, which were holding her waist, back and forth.

At that, Renka instinctively gave a large roll of her hips and let out a moan.

"Haaah...!"

It was a high-pitched cry, as if she could vividly feel the hard sensation inside her.

She wasn't in pain. It was proof that she was loose enough inside.

I started by moving slowly to gauge her reaction, and when the arms wrapped around my neck tightened with strength, I gradually increased the pace.

I was going to go all the way in this position. And today, I was absolutely going to finish inside her.

I would plant my seed deep inside her, giving her everything without leaving a single drop behind.