Chapter 372

"Here. Today's candy."

I pulled a Blueberry Candy from the glove compartment.

Renka scowled the moment she saw it.

"I don't want it."

"Why not?"

"I cut my tongue eating the one you gave me yesterday during club activities."

She cut her tongue?

Didn't that mean she hadn't just crunched it down, but had taken her time sucking on it until the edges grew sharp?

How delightful.

"Is that my fault?"

"Of course it is. I didn't even want to eat it, but you forced me to, so I got hurt..."

She knew perfectly well she was being unreasonable, yet she still put on that brazen pout. Why was she so adorable?

"Is that so? I'll inspect them before I give them to you from now on."

"In-inspect... What do you mean by that...? You don't mean you're going to put it in your mouth to check it..."

"What are you talking about? I just meant unwrapping it and checking the outside."

"Shut up! Just shut up!"

A curse suddenly burst from Renka's lips.

She was clearly mortified that she had taken an innocent remark in such a lewd direction.

Picturing her kicking her blankets in embarrassment once she got home, I pressed the candy into her fuming hand.

"Why do you keep giving me these...? It's so annoying..."

"How can you call it annoying when it's a tradition dating back to the cafe? Aren't you used to it by now?"

Renka rustled the wrapper open and popped the candy into her mouth.

Then she spoke.

"Shut up... Stop talking like you're house-training a puppy."

"Your imagination is running wild."

"Where are we going now...?"

"There."

"..."

Renka squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them.

She had instinctively realized we were heading to a love hotel.

"Did you make a reservation...?"

"Of course."

"Hah... You sex-crazed bastard."

"Why? Don't you want to?"

"It's not that...! It's just... I'm worried you prepared some weird item again...! Like I warned you, if you try to put that thing in, you're dead. I'm serious."

"What if I give it a shot anyway?"

"You're dead... Do I look like I'm joking?"

"All right. Don't get mad."

Renka let out a sharp huff through her nose and glared at me.

She was trying to show her resolve... but she only looked cute.

Driving past roads lit by the setting sun, I arrived at the Parking Lot of Raffia Hotel. I got out of the car and headed into the lobby with Renka.

After retrieving our key from the kiosk—a machine so familiar it almost felt welcoming—we took the elevator up and entered our reserved room.

"...This place is surprisingly normal."

That was Renka's impression after she took off her shoes and looked around.

I could see the tense expression that had gripped her face begin to soften.

"Didn't I book a normal room last time, too?"

"Did you...? I don't remember..."

"Should I switch it to an unusual room?"

"Wh-who said I wanted you to switch it? No way!"

"What a shame. Are you going to wash up first?"

Renka flinched slightly at the question.

"Huh...? Ah... I will, but..."

Usually, when you sleep with someone frequently, the special feelings surrounding the act tend to fade.

Yet Renka still held onto the girlish sensibility she had shown during her first time.

Of course, the same went for Miyuki, who practically lived with me, but even with quite a few encounters under our belts, she wasn't quite like Renka—who still found showering together intensely embarrassing...

...and who had rarely ever met my eyes during penetration throughout all the times we had slept together.

She seemed accustomed to it by now, but I loved how she still radiated sheer bashfulness.

"But?"

"F-first, maybe we should rest..."

"Without washing up?"

"Who said I wasn't going to wash up...? I just want to sit and rest for a bit... We should drink that complimentary matcha over there, too..."

"Since when do you drink that stuff?"

"Damn it...! I'll wash up, so just go sit in the corner or something!"

It seemed she didn't want me to see her undressing.

She could just undress inside the bathroom... Was even that uncomfortable for her?

It was just like her—even the one time we showered together, she had insisted on keeping her underwear on.

"I'll be sitting on the sofa, so go ahead and wash up."

Speaking matter-of-factly, I gave Renka's lower back a light pat.

Every time my hand touched her, her body trembled with faint flinches.

Even so, seeing her scrutinize the area around the bed as if searching for something almost made me burst out laughing.

The toy was in the nightstand drawer... Should I tell her?

"Sitting down without washing? You're as filthy as your personality..."

It was amusing how she clung to her pride no matter what, tossing a cynical remark my way before she left.

"It's not like I said I was going to lie on the bed. I just said I'd sit on the sofa. Stop making things up."

"...Fuck off."

How should I teach a lesson to a girl who cursed at me and marched straight into the bathroom?

The answer was already clear.

When I stepped out of the bathroom after showering, Renka—bundled up tight in a bathrobe and covered in a thick duvet—glared at me.

"What are you looking at?"

"Why are you bundled up in that blanket? Is the air conditioner too cold?"

"Can't you tell just by looking?"

"Being contrary again, I see."

"So what? Put some clothes on."

"I'm wearing a robe, aren't I? You've been talking nonsense this whole time—just admit you want to pick a fight."

"Shut your mouth."

Snapping at me with a sullen expression, Renka turned her body toward the far side of the bed.

Seizing the opportunity, I quickly moved to the nightstand and pulled the drawer open.

As I retrieved the toy we would be using today, the light chime of a bell rang out across the room—jingle!

Startled by the sound, Renka whipped her head around and stared at the item in my hand.

"What is that...?"

I had expected her to search the room and find it while I was in the shower, but this was a surprise.

Had she been too overwhelmed with thoughts of what might happen today to even look? Probably.

"A headband."

"Y-you want me to wear that...?"

Renka's voice trembled with outrage.

The item I had pulled out was none other than a cat-ear headband fitted with bells.

I still had the collar left, and her reaction was already this intense.

She had worn the full-body fishnet without much fuss last time... She was really letting me down today.

"Yes."

"Are you kidding me...?! That's... you're basically telling me to cosplay as a cat...! And what's with those bells?"

"They're just accessories. Isn't this pretty mild?"

"Mild, my ass...! I..."

Renka started to say something, then hesitated.

She seemed to have remembered. The memory of wearing a bell collar in the past had just flashed through her mind.

"Haa... I'm going crazy, seriously..."

Though she sighed in resignation, her expression was far less sour than her tone suggested.

She had probably expected a plug to come out, so she was likely relieved that it was something else instead.

She must have thought I had given up on it after her fierce objections... I wondered what she would say if she knew it was sitting safely right inside this drawer.

Taking the water-soluble oil from the drawer as well, I lay down beside Renka, who was patting the bedsheets erratically to express her agitation.

Moving closer to her trembling shoulders, I peeled back the duvet she was clutching, just down to her chest.

"W-wait a second...! Let me rest for just a bit..."

Flashing a grin at Renka, who had been constantly asking to rest, I brought the headband toward her head.

"Don't...! Don't put that on me...!"

If she really wanted to stop me, she could have at least swung her arms to push me away.

Who would believe she actually hated it when she just lay there saying those words?

I slipped the headband onto Renka's head as she began to shiver all over, as if she were standing naked on a snowy mountain.

"Ah..."

As Renka let out a sigh of inevitable surrender, the bells chimed with a delicate tinkle in rhythm with her trembling body.

Her sharp, fierce eyes paired with the pointed ears sitting atop her head...

She looked just like an adorable cat. I was thoroughly convinced that picking one to match her hair color had been a masterstroke.

"I keep hearing the bells..."

"You look pretty."

"Wh-what are you saying...?! Don't try to flatter me out of nowhere...! It's so transparent...!"

"I'm saying it because you really do look pretty. I love it so much. Thank you."

"..."

Renka covered her mouth by pressing the back of her hand against her philtrum.

She had been genuinely flustered by the sincere compliment.

'Aren't you the transparent one here, not me?'

Swallowing those words, I dimmed the room lights as low as possible, opened the oil cap, and let a few drops trickle between the lapels of Renka's bathrobe.

"Ah...!"

Perhaps the sensation of the thin, slippery liquid touching her skin and sliding down her cleavage to wet her chest felt strange to her?

Renka squirmed vigorously, reacting quite intensely.

Jingle!

At the same time, the bell atop her head rang out.

Finding the loud chime intensely erotic, I wordlessly untied the belt wrapped around Renka's waist.

"..."

Her mouth, which had done nothing but complain all day, was clamped firmly shut.

Her gaze was averted to the side, seemingly too embarrassed to look at me.

She had instinctively sensed that things were about to get sticky and sensual.

Pressing close beside Renka, who had suddenly turned docile, I parted the bathrobe just enough to reveal the center of her body.

Then, pulling away the hand covering her mouth, I gently pressed my lips against hers while spreading the oil that had trickled down from her chest to her abdomen.

"Mmph..."

A soft nasal moan escaped Renka as she accepted my tongue invading her mouth.

At the same time, the chiming of the bells from her headband seemed to harmonize with her sultry whimpers.

Watching the tight creases around Renka's squeezed-shut eyes slowly soften, I swept my tongue across the tips of her even teeth while letting my hands wander.

My hands moved slowly along the curves of her breasts, spreading the oil across her tense waist.

With every touch, Renka's breathing grew heavier, and short, rapid breaths escaped her nose to tickle my face.

Her reaction was incredible.

It had been a while since we last did this, and because I had stoked her desire by touching her all over back in the movie theater, she was getting aroused at a remarkable speed.

'At this rate, we can get started soon.'

With that thought, I gently caressed Renka's hips, waist, and mons pubis in turn with my oil-coated hands.

Feeling the heat radiating from her flushed face warming my own skin, I slid my arm downward.

"Ngh...!"

Jingle!

As my fingers slipped past her slick mons pubis and reached her intimacy, Renka's body jolted.

Breaking the kiss and pulling back, I planted a gentle peck on her saliva-slicked lips and asked,

"Are you all right?"

"Haaah... I'm... uh... fine..."

Renka nodded slowly, only for her eyes to widen slightly.

"Huh...?"

It happened right after she felt my hand sliding lower beneath her intimacy.

As I began kissing her shoulder, she half-closed her eyes again, getting lost in the sensation, before—

"Hey... wait, right now... Hyaaah?!"

The moment my hand brushed against her perineum, she let out an ear-splitting shriek that echoed right through the room.