Chapter 465

[Are you replying late on purpose?]

Renka's paranoia was acting up again.

Still, at least she was asking.

It was better than her suffering in silence all by herself.

Thinking that, I just went ahead and called her.

"What is it?"

Was it because I had heard Hiyori's sullen voice yesterday?

Hearing Renka answer in her usual tone somehow felt endearing.

"Who said I was replying late on purpose? President, you really need to fix that habit of being delusional."

"It's not a delusion; it's a reasonable suspicion."

"I was on the phone."

"Right. Fine then."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm at home."

"We're meeting today, right?"

"Why should I?"

"When I say we're meeting, we meet. Don't ask for reasons. I'll leave in an hour, so get ready."

"What... are you kidding me, you crazy bastard?"

"Do I sound like I'm kidding?"

"...You call out of nowhere and spout this nonsense. Unbelievable, really..."

"You're the one who contacted me first, President."

"Shut up!"

Taking her curse as acceptance of my order, I told Renka to go wash up, hung up, and headed to the bathroom.

Come to think of it, I was showering more than twice a day lately.

At this rate, my skin was going to get bleached.

[Do you mean you'll arrive in an hour? Or leave in an hour?]

I came back from my shower to find a message from Renka.

It seemed she wanted to clarify things—not because she was afraid of being scolded when we met if she guessed wrong, but because she was afraid of getting 'disciplined.'

[Leave.]

[You're so damn bad at explaining things. Trash.]

[Excuse me?]

[So it'll take about an hour and twenty minutes, then?]

How should I describe this blatant change of subject...

It felt like an elementary schooler playing ding-dong-ditch.

[Yes.]

[Got it.]

She would cower face-to-face, but the moment she was out of sight, she got cocky...

I would torment her properly once we met.

Fired up by the challenge, I arrived at her house about ten minutes earlier than the time she had calculated.

I killed the engine in front of the Main Gate and waited leisurely for her.

Before long, the Main Gate opened, and Renka strode out on her long legs, her chest completely covered up.

Spotting the car parked right in front of the gate, she shot me a glare, opened the door, and climbed into the passenger seat.

Then, she offered a sulky greeting.

"Hi."

Renka was wearing a cardigan that clung tight to her body when buttoned.

Even with the rain cooling things down, the fabric was a bit too thick for the middle of summer. Why would she suddenly choose an outfit like that?

The answer was immediately obvious.

Right now, she was wearing the Nipple Patches I had bought her.

Since she only had the patches on without a bra, she was afraid her breasts would visibly bounce if she just wore a t-shirt.

She hadn't forgotten our promise after all.

Truthfully, it was less of a promise and more of a passing remark, but my Renka voluntarily participating in her slave training was incredibly adorable.

Why did she keep doing things that turned me on?

Actually, her very existence turned me on.

"What are you staring at...! Lower your eyes...!?"

Renka scolded me for blatantly staring at her chest.

She was glaring fiercely, but it wasn't the least bit threatening.

"Why are you wearing a cardigan?"

"...What do you care what I wear?"

"Aren't you hot?"

"I'm not. So just drive."

"Put your seatbelt on, then."

"Yeah."

Renka jutted out her lips and pulled the seatbelt beside her, only to freeze halfway.

She was hesitating, afraid that buckling up now would perfectly highlight her chest.

Smirking at her reaction, I reached over to give her a little help.

"Ah...?"

Renka let out a short, startled gasp and shrank back like a demure lady.

It was because my hand had slipped right onto her breast.

I didn't pretend it was an accident.

I didn't just brush against it, either. I blatantly grabbed it.

"W-What are you doing, you crazy bastard...?!"

Renka's eyes instantly turned ferocious as she spewed curses, but I kept fondling her breast without a care.

Soft flesh that lacked the taut resistance of a bra.

I nodded in satisfaction and spoke.

"You kept your promise well."

"H-Hey, what promise! And let go before you speak...!"

She struggled with all her might, but she lacked the strength to even pry my hand away.

Taking my time violating her, I went a step further and slid my hand down the round neckline of her black t-shirt.

"Huh...? Hey!! You son of a bitch!!"

Renka shrieked loud enough to make the interior of the car ring.

I snorted. Feeling the slightly rough texture brushing against the center of her plump mound, a smile spread across my face.

"Did you stick on what I bought you?"

"Take your hand out!"

"Why are you so talkative today? You're being loud."

"Ah, take it out...! My shirt's going to stretch...!"

Renka grabbed my hand through the fabric from the outside.

Watching her stomp her feet with an impassive gaze, I silently worked my hand for a fair amount of time before showing mercy.

"Good job. Keep it like this all day."

"Who do you think you are?! What right do you have to order me around!"

"Your master."

"Bullshit! I'll kill you!"

Listening to Renka's curses right from the morning was energizing.

I started the car and ignored her screeching as we headed downtown.

Compared to the other heroines, she was smaller, but she was still well above average. Without a bra to hold her in place, Renka's chest bounced slightly with every move she made.

No matter how tightly she pulled the cardigan around herself, it was obvious, so instead of walking properly, she was dragging her feet, moving at a snail's pace.

Furthermore, because she was trying to walk quietly so as not to be a nuisance to others, her speed was even slower than a slug's.

"Hurry up."

At my words, as I walked ahead after parking the car in the Parking Lot, Renka's eyes burned fiercely and she ground her teeth.

"You could just walk slower...!"

She kept her voice low in case someone heard, and watching her tremble with anger provided incredible visual satisfaction.

"For a slave, you sure demand a lot."

"What...? What did you just say...!"

"I said you're a slave."

"Me?"

"Yeah. You."

"Dropping honorifics... Wow...! You're real funny, aren't you...?"

She turned her head to the side and sighed in disbelief.

Chuckling inwardly, I arrogantly beckoned with my finger, adding to her humiliation.

"Son of a bitch..."

It was a cute little pout from Renka, who managed to catch up to me somehow.

Looking down at her face, which was dyed beet red from embarrassment, I spoke.

"Change up your insults or something. They don't hurt at all."

"Shut up...! Where are we going anyway...?"

"I heard there's a Momo-sama Goods Shop here, so I figured we'd go take a look."

"Momo-sama Goods Shop? Ah... the one that opened today?"

"Yeah. You know it?"

"Chinami told me about it... But why are we going there? Chinami isn't even here."

"I want to see if there's anything I can buy as a gift for Master."

At those words, flames flared up in Renka's eyes.

"You're seriously a terrible guy, aren't you...? You only give me weird things...!"

"Are you upset?"

"Not upset... I just think you're total trash for valuing people differently...!"

"When did I ever value people differently?"

"You're doing it right now...!"

"That's not it; I'm just matching your personalities. The President gets treated like the President, and Master gets treated like Master."

"So you're saying you treat me poorly because I have a bad personality!?"

Putting all other reasons aside, I did it because treating her roughly made her exude boundless cuteness.

And since she always gave such grand reactions, it felt incredibly satisfying to tease her.

"Think whatever you want."

"You cra—"

"Curse at me one more time, and I'll shackle your ankles right here and now."

"W-What...? You brought them...?"

"They're still in the car."

"Are you being serious...?"

"Curse again if you want to find out."

Renka's entire body trembled.

Imagining herself going through something like that in a public place must have been incredibly humiliating for her.

"Earlier you told me to change up my insults... I guess you just didn't want to hear them?"

She tried to strike back with a sarcastic retort, but it was pathetic.

"I just hate hearing the same insult. I can listen to different ones all day."

"What other insults are there!"

"You'll have to figure that out yourself. Do I have to teach you how to curse, too?"

"You said you're the master...! If you're the master, you should tell the sla— Hmph!"

Renka clamped her hands over her mouth mid-sentence.

It seemed she had just realized her blunder—getting overly excited and blurting out a remark that lowered her own status.

If you're the master, shouldn't you teach your slave what to do...

It seemed she was going to snap at me with something like that. She clearly had the mindset of a slave deeply ingrained in her.

How commendable.

"D-Don't grin at me like that...! I didn't mean it...!"

"I know."

Nodding with an indulgent expression as if dealing with a child, I threw my arm over the huffing Renka's shoulders.

At that, Renka tightly gripped the thumb and pinky of my hand—which had slipped down past her shoulder toward her chest—with both of her fists.

It was a move to stop me from touching her breasts.

The fact that she just blocked me like this without telling me to let go was both amusing and adorable.

As she was pulled along by my pace in that state, I glanced down at her, and she scrunched her eyebrows.

"What...!"

"Let's get along. Stop frowning."

"You're the one making me frown...! Do you have some terminal disease where you die if you don't torment me for a single day?"

"How is this tormenting you? I'm just showing affection because I like the President."

"Don't make me laugh. Would someone like that tell me to come out wearing only these?"

"The Nipple Patches?"

"Yeah...! Those...!"

"I never told you to wear them. You put them on voluntarily, President."

"You spouted... no, you said it with the nuance that I should wear them...!"

Renka was so cute as she hastily dialed back her language, remembering what I'd said earlier about putting her in shackles if she cursed one more time.

"When did I?"

"You did it last time, so don't pretend you don't know...!"

I loved how a hint of whining bled through her annoyance-filled voice...

I would have to humiliate Renka today by trying out all sorts of things on her.

Gently scratching Renka's chin with my free hand like an owner praising his puppy, I strolled through the still-quiet downtown streets with her as she wildly flailed and threw a fit.