Chapter 453

"Where are we going?"

Renka asked from the passenger seat.

I shot a sidelong glance at her—sitting there arrogantly with one leg crossed—and answered as we drove out of the dark neighborhood.

"Just driving around."

"Aren't we going to a love hotel?"

"No."

"...Really? Why are you acting like you have a plan when you don't?"

"When did I do that?"

"You did when we were changing clothes."

"You have quite an active imagination."

"You had a woman in here, didn't you?"

"How did you know?"

"Her scent is still here."

"You have a good nose."

"You aren't even denying it. Shameless..."

"I'm just being honest."

It wasn't incredibly late, but given the hour, more than half the shops on the outskirts of town were closed.

Heading downtown would offer more options, but I had no desire to go anywhere noisy. I quietly circled the outskirts, looking for a decent place to stop.

"Are we going to eat something?"

"You said you hadn't eaten yet."

"Yeah."

"Then we should eat."

"Aren't we just eating out because you're too lazy to cook?"

"There goes that imagination again. That's not it."

"Whatever you say."

"Isn't it a bit cheap to throw that out there and then just brush it off?"

"That's exactly what you do."

"So you copied me?"

"Pretty much."

"Alright. Should we make a quick stop up ahead?"

"Is there a restaurant?"

"Not a restaurant..."

I trailed off, and Renka's gaze followed the direction I was looking.

Dim lighting visible through translucent windows, and a brightly glowing pink sign...

Renka flinched at the sight, a shudder running through her entire body.

"W-What is that place...?"

Because the place I had pointed to was an adult toy shop.

I hadn't stopped by to test Renka's training just because her softer, affectionate side was starting to show. It had just caught my eye, so I wanted to go in.

If I had to give a specific reason, it was because I wanted to see her reaction.

"W-Why would we go to a place like this..."

I grinned at the stammering Renka and replied.

"Just to see if there's anything worth buying."

"...What exactly are you planning to buy...?"

"I haven't decided yet. I'll take a look around and buy something if anything catches my eye."

"Why...? What are you going to use it for...?"

"Who knows. I'm not sure what I'll use it for yet."

"What do you mean you don't know...! You're planning to use it on me...!"

It was hilarious how she asked when she clearly already knew the answer.

As I parked the car in a nearby public Parking Lot, Renka tightly gripped her seatbelt.

She radiated a firm resolve to never step out of the car, but to my eyes, it just looked laughable.

"Get out."

"No."

"Am I supposed to look around alone?"

"Yeah...! Do that...!"

"I'll ask you one last time. Am I really going alone?"

"..."

Renka wore a flustered expression for a brief moment before hesitantly unbuckling her seatbelt.

Normally, she would have told me to get lost, so seeing her quietly follow along meant she was actually quite anxious and impatient.

"Good job."

I patted the small of her back as if praising a puppy that had successfully finished its potty training, causing her face to instantly contort into a scowl.

"Do you want to die...? Don't talk to me like that. And move your hand."

It was cute how she said that but still stayed perfectly still.

"Shall we go?"

"Do whatever you want, you idiot. For the record, I have zero interest in whatever you decide to buy."

"Why are you talking like that? Who said I was going to use it on the President?"

"You aren't?"

"I wouldn't use it if the President didn't want it."

"You forced me before."

"I didn't force you, I asked for your consent."

"You practically threatened me and backed me into a corner."

"You're being completely unreasonable."

"It's the truth."

Renka, who had been sulking and taking issue with everything I said, fell completely silent the moment we entered the shop, as if it had all been a lie.

It seemed she was overwhelmed by the peculiar, erotic atmosphere unique to adult shops.

Even her eyes had transformed into those of a pure, innocent maiden you might find in the countryside.

"There's a lot to see."

I murmured my observation upon seeing a cosplay bunny girl outfit hanging on a tall display rack right at the entrance. Renka swallowed dryly, her eyes nervously scanning our surroundings.

"Are you looking for something?"

"W-What are you talking about... Why would I be looking for something here?"

"Because you were looking around."

"No... I was just checking if anyone else was here..."

"Anyone else? Like an employee?"

"Whether it's a customer or an employee... Ugh, why are you interrogating me...!"

"Alright. Shall we head over there?"

"Do whatever you want..."

It seemed the employees in places like this didn't approach customers unless specifically called over, likely to respect their privacy.

Thanks to that, I was able to comfortably browse the shop.

Renka, however, was a different story.

Every time she saw the items on display, her shoulders would tremble or she would wrap her arms around herself.

Especially when she spotted a black leather collar with a metal chain, she reacted fiercely, unconsciously bringing a hand to her own neck.

She must have imagined how it would be used during our play sessions...

Her transparent and adorable reaction brought a natural smile to my face.

More than any other items, Renka showed the strongest reactions to bondage gear like handcuffs, shackles, and gags.

It was probably because the things we did together leaned in that direction.

"Did you find something interesting?"

I approached Renka, who was staring at a leather spanking strap, and asked her that. She jumped in surprise, stared at me, and frantically shook her head.

"No...? Not at all...?"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure...!"

She was definitely intrigued, that much was certain.

If she hadn't been, she would have tried to leave this place immediately.

I felt a sudden sense of pride, seeing that her training had clearly taken root.

"A-Are you going to buy anything?"

I shrugged at her cautious question and shifted my gaze to the metal chain collar she had been looking at earlier.

"I kind of want to buy that one..."

"That one...? The collar...?"

"Yeah."

"Right...? Why buy something you can't even use...? Are you just going to keep it around to look at? Like a figure?"

"I think the President knows the answer better than anyone."

"What are you... You've been saying weird things all night...? Do you really think I'd wear that...?"

"I never said that. Not even once."

"...Then fine. Buy it if you want. It's not like you'll be able to use it anyway."

Her constant beating around the bush was both amusing and delightful.

There was no need to pick apart her words and correct her.

After all, she was fully aware that the items I purchased would end up being used on her.

"Shall I?"

"Do whatever."

"Understood."

Along with the collar, I also picked up a gag completely peppered with tiny breathing holes.

When I added a pair of shackles equipped with what looked like five-kilogram metal balls, Renka, who had been constantly trembling behind me, asked apprehensively.

"Why are you buying those...?"

"For display."

I threw her own words right back at her. Stunned into silence, she pressed her lips together tightly.

I flashed her a mocking smile and headed for the counter, letting the barrage of curses coming from behind me go in one ear and out the other.

Next to the counter was a basic set of Nipple Patches.

An ambiguous item that somehow seemed both fitting and out of place for this kind of shop.

It felt like they were placed there to make female customers think, 'Might not be a bad idea to stock up on these, right?'

I deliberately picked up the Nipple Patches as well, making sure Renka saw. Watching her body give a slight twitch at the sight, I pulled my card from my pocket.

Afterward, I left the shop without a word and popped open the trunk of the car.

"Hey..."

Renka called out to me, sounding extremely timid.

I replied while loading the items into the corner of the trunk.

"Yeah."

"You really aren't going to use those on me, right...?"

It sounded exactly like she was begging me to use them. Was there something wrong with my ears?

"Why do you keep asking the same question?"

"No... I'm j-just curious... And why did you buy the Nipple Patches? The ones you bought are for women, not unisex..."

"Oh, these? They're a gift for the President."

When I handed over the Nipple Patches I had set aside, Renka took a half-step back.

I chuckled at her instinctive reaction and pressed the patches into her hand.

"W-Why are you giving these to me..."

"A gift."

"Do I really need them...? These...?"

"Yeah."

"..."

Judging by her reaction, Renka had definitely picked up on my true intentions.

She would probably show up to our next meeting braless, wearing only the patches. My anticipation surged just imagining her looking around nervously with a bashful expression.

Should we have our date outside when she does?

No one else would know she was wearing them, but I kind of wanted to see her shrink back and squirm in humiliation all on her own.

"You're hungry, right?"

"...Not really."

"Let's go eat anyway. You need to eat well so you can endure it."

"E-Endure...? Endure what? Why would I need to endure anything...?"

"Good question. I wonder why I said that?"

I gave a nonchalant reply and got into the car. Renka hurriedly scrambled into the passenger seat after me.

Then, she began to relentlessly interrogate me about what I'd just said.

"Tell me the truth...! Don't think you can just gloss over it like that...!"

Her voice was frantic. She clearly thought I was going to use the items I'd bought today.

I couldn't help but reward her, especially when she was acting this adorable today.

With that thought, I opened the center console, pulled out a piece of candy, and tore open the wrapper.

Just then, Renka narrowed her eyes, inspected the candy in my hand, and furrowed her brow.

"What is that?"

"It's candy."

"No... It's a different flavor."

Just as she said, it wasn't the Blueberry Candy I usually gave her. It was lemon-flavored.

It seemed I had accidentally grabbed a different candy that was sitting next to it.

"You're right."

"Are you completely out of your mind...!? I'm not eating that...!"

It seemed her training with the Blueberry Candy had been completed flawlessly.

To think she would huff in anger and become this much of a picky eater.

She probably assumed it was a candy I kept for another woman... How entertaining. Truly entertaining.

I hadn't even been with Renka for a full hour, so why was I in such a fantastic mood?

It was all because she was just so utterly lovable.

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