Chapter 404

"Wait...! I told you my parents were coming...!"

Renka shook her head frantically, barely regaining the use of her mouth. As she spoke, I slid my hand slowly up her inner thigh and replied.

"Who said we were going all the way? I'm just touching you."

"Don't even touch me...! I don't want to give my body to Trash like you...!"

I wondered what she called everything we had already done, then.

I looked straight down at Renka, who was still fixated on my earlier declaration that I would take it all.

"What's wrong with taking what I want?"

"Th-that's so childish and selfish..."

"You knew I was seeing Miyuki, President. And you knew I had a good relationship with Master. Isn't it a bit rich for you to say that?"

"That... I just let myself get swayed by you..."

"Then just stop letting yourself be swayed."

"It's not as easy as it... sounds..."

I was pleased; it sounded like an implicit confession that she had fallen completely for me.

"And the reason I'm saying this is so you'll come to your senses, even now..."

I flashed a twisted smile at Renka's ensuing words.

She had allowed me to come to her house even after watching me play around inside Hiyori's mouth, yet here she was making weird excuses.

"Funny."

"..."

Squeeze...

Renka's thighs clamped tightly shut at my remark.

It was an obvious attempt to stop my hand from teasing her.

"What are you doing?"

"Wh-what are you doing? Take it out right now. If we're going to do this, we should go somewhere else..."

"Where? A love hotel?"

"...Even a place like that would be better..."

"Just a second ago, you were telling me to come to my senses."

"Ah, fuck...! Shut up! I'll kill you, you know!?"

She always said things like that. In reality, she wouldn't dare lay a finger on me, yet she still put up a tough front.

I hoped this side of Renka would never change.

Keeping that wish to myself, I pulled my hand free from the thighs clamping down on my wrist. This time, I began to gently stroke her earlobe.

Tap, tap.

Renka had been wearing the haughty expression of a cat showing hostility to a human invading its territory, but she gradually began to react to my fingers brushing the bottom of her earlobe.

"D-don't do that...?"

At first, she glared at me fiercely, as if demanding to know why I was doing this, but—tap, tap.

"..."

When my hand moved past her earlobe to caress the curve of her ear, and then softly massaged her neck, she let out a long breath through her nose, her eyelids fluttering.

It was as if she were intoxicated by the touch and the atmosphere.

"Does it feel good?"

When I whispered in a gentle voice, her entire body gave a sudden shudder.

All traces of her strong-willed demeanor vanished. I stroked her cheek with my thumb as she basked in the warmth, and I continued speaking.

"Relax."

"W-why should I...!"

Even as she said that, all the tension had already drained from her body.

'Her body listens before her head does, huh.'

'A noble lady whose body has been completely trained is a cliché that provides extreme arousal, after all.'

Slip.

Lowering my hand, I trailed past Renka's shoulder, over her ribs, and stroked along her waistline.

Right around the time she bit her lower lip hard, I slipped my hand under her T-shirt to caress her stomach, before—

Rustle.

I tugged the drawstring of Renka's shorts and untied it.

At that, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

She looked like she wanted to, but her desire was warring with the anxiety of not knowing when her parents would arrive.

'Seeing as she's still worrying about what might happen, she isn't aroused enough yet.'

With that thought, I was about to continue my foreplay when the faint glow of car headlights swept through the window.

Startled, Renka bolted upright, shoving me away as she hastily readjusted her T-shirt and shorts.

"M-my parents are here..."

"Are they? It could just be a passing car."

"The only time car lights shine into my room is when my parents pull into the Parking Lot."

'It gives a signal when someone arrives?'

'Isn't this the perfect environment for sneaking around, then?'

'Outside forces keep interfering with my life lately. I wonder if God is handing down a revelation for me to conquer even the heroines' mothers.'

"Should I go greet them?"

"...Do whatever. Move."

Her face bright red, Renka cleared her throat and climbed out of bed.

Tap.

"Hyaak!?"

Hearing the squeak that burst out of her the moment I lightly slapped her ass, I stood in front of the full-length mirror and straightened my clothes.

"Doing all sorts of weird things. And you're just Trash."

Her scolding was always pleasant to hear as I quickly fixed my hair.

"Yeah, sure."

Casually brushing off her cursing, I left the room alongside Renka, whose complexion had finally returned to normal.

"You must be Matsuda-kun? I've heard a lot about you."

Standing at the front door, the woman flashed a bright smile toward me where I stood next to Renka.

Her eyes were gentle, unlike Renka's, and she sported a bob cut that reached the middle of her neck. But aside from that, she looked exactly like her daughter.

'Why does she hit my exact preferences so perfectly?'

'Did I have some sort of short-hair fetish that even I didn't know about?'

There was one other difference: a tiny beauty mark situated between her eye and her cheekbone.

That faint, unassuming mark, visible even without makeup, only elevated her charm.

"Hello. I'm Matsuda Ken. I should have come to see you earlier; I apologize for the intrusion."

Did she like the polite attitude I displayed with my deep bow?

A radiant smile blossomed on Renka's mother's lips.

'I know it's a cliché for heroines' mothers to be beautiful, but aren't those looks and charm a bit like cheating?'

Wicked thoughts kept surfacing in my mind.

'I'm getting greedy. I'm really getting greedy. I might not be able to hold back much longer.'

"It's no intrusion at all... I'm Inoo Riko. Nice to meet you."

'Mhm. A very pretty name.'

'It suits her face so perfectly that it turns me on.'

"It's a pleasure to meet you too. But what do you mean you've heard a lot about me?"

"Ah, that? Renka's uncles mentioned you a lot."

'So Renka hasn't mentioned me directly much, huh.'

'I figured as much given her personality, but it's still a bit disappointing.'

'Failing to recognize her master's love... I guess I'll have to bring out the whip once this period of neglect play is over.'

"My uncles said that? I bet that's totally false!"

As a horrified Renka started arguing, Riko flashed a beaming smile.

"They did, though?"

"...Why did you cut your hair?"

"Just for a change of pace. How does it look?"

"It's just... it suits you."

"It doesn't look too strange?"

"Not really..."

'I guess her hair used to be much longer.'

'Seeing as she dressed up so nicely just for me, I couldn't possibly deny her a reward.'

'Come to think of it, Renka had mentioned she used formal speech with her parents.'

'The sight of her speaking respectfully to her mother with a sullen expression is surprisingly fitting.'

'And pretty cute, too.'

"But what about Dad?"

At Renka's question, Riko replied with a hint of regret.

"Something urgent came up, so he had to head back to the office."

"Really? Is it something bad?"

"Not at all."

'The protagonist visits his girlfriend's house, but only the mother remains while the father gets called away for work.'

'Isn't this the standard opening for a married-woman NTR or harem story?'

'Is God really trying to guide me down this path?'

'While the mother cooks a meal or rests, the protagonist does lewd things with the girlfriend, and the mother accidentally catches them in the act...'

'After the protagonist leaves, she lies down to sleep but can't hide her disappointment upon seeing her husband's lackluster equipment...'

'And then, when she can't hold back anymore, the protagonist seduces her, saying he can't take it either, and she opens her legs while pretending to be reluctant...'

'This kind of flow is the basic framework of the stealing-a-married-woman genre, and there are more than ten other variations popping into my head right now.'

'I feel like I could actually make this a reality.'

"You parked really well. You've got good sense."

Riko complimented me as she took off her shoes and walked past.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I scratched my head sheepishly and grinned, noting that even her scent was incredibly nice.

"Thank you."

"Renka said you'd be staying for dinner. You must be hungry, right? I'll whip something up quickly."

'It seems like Riko and Midori would be a perfect match if put next to each other.'

'I can already picture it: the two of them, having turned thoroughly lewd, engaging in an adults-only debate and instilling both embarrassment and curiosity in Chinami's mother, Momoka, who would just be innocently sipping her tea.'

"Thank you. Is there anything I can help with?"

"No, it's fine. Just relax."

Speaking in a warm tone, Riko headed for the kitchen, her long, jeans-clad legs carrying her away.

As I stared at her retreating back, Renka hurled a hushed insult at me.

"Acting all nice. You're not that kind of person at all."

"Should I act bad, then?"

"..."

'It was funny how she just clamped her mouth shut, as if realizing I had a point.'

To discipline a slave who was stepping out of line, I covertly reached behind Renka and gave her ass a hard squeeze.

"Hyaak!?"

A startled, breathless shriek burst out of Renka.

Hearing the noise, Riko jumped in surprise and poked her head out of the kitchen.

"What's going on?"

"N-nothing... I just... stubbed my toe on the threshold trying to go to the living room..."

'Seeing Renka grab one foot and feign pain after realizing her blunder nearly made me burst out laughing, but I held it in.'

"Have you ever stubbed your toe on the living room threshold before?"

"...I did today."

"Really? You should be more careful... You must be pretty flustered because Matsuda-kun is here, huh?"

"Wh-who's flustered...! I'm not...!"

"Alright, alright. Why don't you give Matsuda-kun a tour of the house while I get the food ready? You're in the same Kendo Club, right? Have you shown him the Training Room?"

"A place like that is a luxury for a guy like this... No... Yes, I will."

Renka tried to feign indifference before grabbing my wrist to drag me out.

Being pulled along by her, as she clearly had a lot to say, I shot Riko an affable, good-natured smile.

"I'll come right back when you call."