Chapter 405

A clean, crisp scent filled the Training Room.

I couldn't help but marvel as I looked around the spotless interior.

It wasn't particularly spacious, but it was the perfect place for solo practice or sparring.

It had everything one could need... I supposed you had to have a Training Room of this caliber to be called the rising star of kendo.

"Do you clean the bogu every day?"

I asked, looking at the display rack lined with several sets of bogu. Renka replied in a dry tone, as if I were stating the obvious.

"Obviously. Do you think I'm you?"

"What about me? I clean my bogu almost every day, too."

"Only when you're at the Kendo Club."

"My bogu is there, so of course I do it then."

"If you were serious about kendo, you would have taken it home."

"Master told me to bring it to the Kendo Club if it was too hard to manage at home."

"Shut up."

"Why are you always trying to pick weird fights, President?"

"I'm not picking a fight. I'm just stating facts."

Lust surged within me as I watched Renka jerk her head away to avoid my gaze.

I was in a deeply twisted state of mind right now.

I was seriously considering going after Renka's mother, not to mention the mothers of the other heroines.

These wicked thoughts needed to be cured as soon as possible.

So, I needed some healing through a slave's service.

Renka was unnecessarily wiping the already pristine display rack with a dry cloth, trying to brush off her awkwardness. I strode over to her and lightly tapped the long ponytail cascading down her back.

Renka flinched and snapped in annoyance.

"Stop doing weird things. You aren't a kid, so what are you doing?"

Hiyori liked it when I patted her head, but Renka clearly hated it.

Maybe it was because she didn't have an ahoge.

"Look at me."

"No."

"Look."

Renka only turned toward me after I dropped my voice to a low register.

I grabbed her wrist—since she only ever listened when I spoke forcefully—and asked a question.

"Did you lock the door when you came in?"

"Why do you ask... N-no...! I'm not doing that with you."

The flustered look on Renka's face and the panic in her voice as she realized what I was thinking were incredibly arousing.

I wanted to pounce on her right then and there.

"Not doing what?"

"...What you want to do right now...!"

"And what would that be?"

"Don't interrogate me when you already know...! Just so we're clear, I am absolutely not doing it."

One thing I had learned from seeing Renka was that despite her fierce verbal refusals, her true feelings were entirely different.

She might snap at me like this, but once the mood grew heavy, she would mentally prepare herself on her own.

And this time would be no different.

The fact that her mother was home might weigh on her a little, but as long as we didn't go all the way, it would be fine.

Kissing and some light petting wouldn't cause any issues...

Or so she was probably thinking.

I guided her wrist—her transparent inner thoughts on full display without her even speaking—down toward my crotch. Her eyes instantly went wide.

"Wh-what are you doing...!!"

She raised her voice without even trying to pull her hand away from my stiffened erection.

I smirked at the subconscious display of her inner pervert and silently guided her hand up and down.

At the same time, her throat bobbed with a heavy gulp.

She pursed her lips tightly, likely recalling how she had licked my cock at the love hotel.

Her indigo eyes, framed by sharp, cat-like contours, slowly looked up at me.

I stared down at her with half-closed eyes. As she checked my condition, the blatant tension in her pupils gradually gave way to curiosity.

It was about time for her to ask if it felt good...

"D-does it feel good...?"

Right on cue.

If I answered yes here, she would surely hurl insults at me again.

"Yes."

"Perverted bastard..."

I grinned at Renka for following the exact script I'd predicted, then shut my mouth as her hand—which I had been forcefully guiding—started stroking me of its own volition.

She gripped my shaft through my pants, squeezing tightly to apply pressure, alternately pressing and releasing her grip as she moved her hand.

She was doing quite well, showing a surprising lack of clumsiness—perhaps she had picked up a few things from watching porn.

As a bonus, her ears turned fiery red while she averted her gaze, seemingly too embarrassed to look me straight in the eye.

It was incredibly erotic and quite commendable that she kept stroking me regardless.

"...We have to... eat soon..."

Renka broke the silence after a short while of fondling me.

I rested my hand on her waist and asked, "So what? You're only going to do it for a little bit?"

"I-I should..."

"We just have to finish fast, don't we?"

"What...? F-finish...?"

"Yes."

"What about cleaning up...?"

"Doesn't the Training Room have a restroom inside? Isn't that it over there?"

"...It does, but... if... it gets on your pants... or something..."

At times like this, Renka was just like Miyuki.

Much like Renka right now, Miyuki had a bit of a tendency to overthink every little detail, pouring cold water over the mood right when things were getting good.

If you just acted without thinking so much, you could always find a way to deal with the aftermath.

In that sense, Chinami was completely different from those two.

She only ever thought about the present, completely ignoring the consequences of her actions.

Hiyori was probably similar to Chinami in that regard.

Renka and Miyuki, Chinami and Hiyori.

It was funny, yet strangely fascinating, how the people who seemed the least alike were the ones with the most in common.

"I can just take them off."

Did she dislike my carefree response? Renka pouted.

"Why do you keep talking about taking things off... Stop it."

"Stop what? You're the one moving your hand, President."

"Which is why I'm going to stop. This is a Training Room. It's no place for these filthy acts..."

"You're saying that after enjoying yourself to the fullest in the Club Room you consider so sacred?"

"Sh-shut up... I'm stopping, okay...?"

"Keep going."

"No... we have to eat...!"

"We barely just got in here, so why do you keep bringing up food?"

"What's with your tone...? Are you annoyed? What are you going to do if you're annoyed?"

Renka demanded, huffing at me.

I snatched her wrist just as I had done earlier and unceremoniously shoved her slender fingers—which had been touching me through the fabric a moment ago—straight into my pants.

"Hiiik...!!"

A cute moan spilled from Renka's lips as she inadvertently grasped my bare flesh.

She tried with all her might to pull her hand out, but lacking the strength, she only ended up wiggling her fingers around inside my pants. The friction stimulated my cock, making it even harder.

"Wh-what are you doing, you crazy bastard...! Seriously..."

She must have finally decided she couldn't overpower me and tried to persuade me with words instead, but there was no way that was going to work.

Knowing this perfectly well, Renka cast a quick glance at me as I pressed my body closer to hers in silence. Letting out a deep sigh, she gave up on resisting.

"...What do you want me to do...?"

Now she was acting a bit more like a slave.

She still hadn't fully discarded her identity as a noblewoman, but keeping that intact made things far more arousing.

Balance is the key to everything, after all.

"You already know."

At my hushed words, Renka gulped heavily and began to move her hand.

She wasn't moving particularly fast, but the friction of bare skin sliding against bare skin was incredibly intense.

Because our bodies were pressed flush against each other, Renka had to twist her hand downward. Her fingertips constantly brushed against the sack beneath the shaft, creating a teasing, ticklish sensation.

Pleasure surged up in an instant.

A hot sigh involuntarily slipped from my lips. Catching on to my state, Renka cautiously asked.

"Does it feel good...?"

"I like you, too."

"Ugh...! Wh-what bullshit is that...! When did I ever say I liked you...!"

Even the way she grew completely flustered by my sudden, implicit confession was adorable.

The situation kind of felt like... I was the immature heir to a dukedom, and Renka, a proud noble lady, had been forced into my service as a personal maid.

Maybe that was taking the fantasy a bit too far, but setting the scene always increased the immersion and amplified the pleasure.

Letting my imagination run wild, I stared deeply into Renka's eyes and asked.

"So you don't?"

"I don't. So don't get the wrong idea."

"I understand."

"...So annoying."

She always had to have the last word and throw out a biting remark—it seemed she'd rather die than drop that habit.

If it helped protect her self-esteem, I had no intention of forbidding it.

I could always pay her back with my actions, after all.

Stroke, stroke.

Having read the clear pleasure plainly written on my face and body, her hand movements gradually grew bolder.

Rather than just stroking, she curled her fingers to playfully scrape her nails against the shaft. "Eek...!"

She accidentally touched the clear, sticky pre-cum that was slowly oozing out. Startled, she ended up smearing it onto her thumb and began using it as a lubricant, spreading it evenly across my cock.

Through this process of trial and error, Renka was quickly learning how to create a mutually satisfying result.

"..."

A little while later, Renka had stopped her grumbling entirely, focusing purely on servicing me.

She even wore a look that suggested she was enjoying the learning experience.

Thinking about how incredibly adorable that expression was, I forcefully suppressed the pleasure bubbling up to the crown of my head and spoke.

"I'm going to come."

Renka, whose entire face and body had flushed red from stroking my cock, flinched violently.

"Huh...?"

"I said, I'm going to come."

"Now...? W-wait a minute... A tissue..."

She urgently whipped her head around, searching for a tissue.

I found it highly amusing that her hand was still instinctively stroking me. Slowly, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear.

"Ah...! Hey...!"

Then, I cast a meaningful glance down at my groin for the startled Renka.

I didn't say a word, but Renka clearly understood.

She understood exactly what my actions meant.

"Wh-what should I..."

Despite her panicked reaction, Renka's hand firmly wrapped around the glans.

I didn't know if it was an instinctive reaction or something she had picked up from watching videos, but that grip alone was enough for me to cleanly finish.

Having made my judgment, I completely released the pent-up tension in my groin that had been building this entire time.

The urge to ejaculate was unleashed all at once. Renka's eyes widened as far as they could go.

"Ah...!"

She seemed incredibly panicked by the sensation of scalding hot fluid bursting from my deeply seated cock and flooding the inside of her grip.

Yet, she instinctively cupped her other free hand directly beneath my cock to catch the mess. I thought it was the most magnificent display I had ever seen from her.

The thick, milky fluid forced its way out through the tight gaps between Renka's clenched fingers. Yielding to gravity, it dripped heavily and began pooling in the palm of her other hand.

And the way Renka's entire body froze completely stiff as she stared blankly at the sight...

It was such a wildly erotic scene that I could feel the fading waves of my orgasm suddenly roaring back to life with fresh pleasure.

It would look completely ridiculous when we had to go wash up afterward, but who cared?

I hadn't even factored that into my plans in the first place.

With that thought in mind, I stared directly into Renka's wildly trembling eyes and proceeded to completely cover her hands with my seed.