Chapter 466

After about fifteen minutes in line, the wait finally ended and we were able to enter the store.

Spotting the completely pink signboard with a smiling Momo-sama painted right in the center, I led Renka inside to browse the merchandise.

Flinch.

Whenever she made eye contact with other customers while wandering the store, Renka trembled like someone with a guilty conscience.

I tightened my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close, and casually pointed out, "Being so self-conscious only makes it more obvious."

"Y-you're the one making me self-conscious..."

"Let go...! Take your hand away...! It's hot...!"

"Then take off your cardigan."

"D-don't be ridiculous... Do you want to die...?"

Looking around and lowering her voice, Renka glanced at a Momo-sama cushion before continuing.

"But Chinami already has all of this at her place. If she didn't, she'd probably be here right now."

"Even so, I'm buying one."

"Why bother?"

"Receiving a gift feels much warmer than buying it for yourself."

"What a load of nonsense."

"Are you jealous?"

"J-jealous?! Why would I be jealous of a gift bought by someone like you? You should just be glad I don't tell Chinami to throw it out the moment she gets it...!"

"That's harsh."

"You deserve worse... Eep...!?"

A sharp, high-pitched squeal slipped from Renka's lips just as she haughtily tried to turn her head away.

Taking advantage of the moment the sulking girl began muttering to herself, I had firmly pressed down on her upper breast.

Snapping her mouth shut in panic at the sound she had just made, Renka darted her eyes around the store.

Fortunately for her, the store wasn't exactly quiet, so her little moan had been completely drowned out by the ambient noise.

Relieved, Renka furrowed her brows and glared at me.

"What are you doing...?"

"Slave training."

"Do you seriously want to die? I'm not joking, I mean it."

"Nope."

"If you don't want to die, why the hell are you spouting crap about slaves...!"

"Didn't you admit to it earlier?"

"That was a slip of the tongue."

"Are you sure it wasn't just your true feelings coming out?"

"No. And I never admitted to anything either, so don't get the wrong ide—ah...!?"

This time I gently pressed just below her collarbone, causing her entire body to jolt.

Her body seemed especially sensitive today... Did going braless really do this to a person?

Whatever the case, I was having a lot of fun so it didn't really matter, but a woman's body truly was fascinating.

No, I suppose it would be more accurate to say Renka's body.

"Please, stop making things so difficult for me...!"

At her continued scolding, I casually picked up a Momo-nim doll, examined it, and replied.

"Stop nagging me."

"N-nagging...? Are you kidding me?"

"Keep quiet. Or else I'll tie you to the door and whip you when we go to the Hotel with Master later."

"What...?"

Renka sucked in a sharp breath at the explicit, specific threat of a spanking.

A faint tremor ran through her body, as if the mere thought terrified her, but she quickly gritted her teeth.

"And you think I'd just sit still and take that...!?"

"I'll just make you sit still. There are plenty of things to tie you up with, after all."

"Hey... You... Hah... Have you actually lost your mind...? You're just joking, right...?"

"If the President just stays quiet, nothing will happen. Why do you keep making me want to do it for real?"

"...Because knowing you, even if I stay quiet, you'll probably just force it later anyway..."

That was entirely true.

Renka had to do everything I asked of her.

Why? Because of our master-and-servant relationship. That was exactly what a slave was supposed to do.

"So you're choosing to rebel now?"

"Rebel... Watch your mouth."

"Right. How does this look?"

I asked, shoving a Momo-nim doll with a massive head and a tiny body in front of her.

Renka gave the doll a cursory glance, the tension still lingering on her face.

"She already has that at her house."

"I'm not asking if she has it, I'm asking about the design. Does it look okay?"

"The design...? It looks pretty standard to me..."

"Then I'll buy this one."

"Are you just stupid? Or are you completely ignoring me? I told you she already has this one."

"I could ask you the same thing. I already told you that receiving a gift feels much warmer."

"Wow... Fine. Whatever. Do what you want. I'm going outside."

It was hilarious watching her try to pick a fight for no reason, gain absolutely nothing from it, and then attempt to flee.

Chuckling inwardly, I used my strength to stop Renka from shaking off my arm, grabbed the doll, and headed for the checkout counter.

After paying, we stepped out of the store and I scanned our surroundings.

"Are there any figure shops around here?"

"How should I know? And let me go...! Why are you so damn strong...!"

"The President is just weak. Do you really not know?"

"I don't know...!"

"I'm going to hold onto you like this until you tell me."

"...There's a small shop just around that corner."

She pointed toward the block beside the crosswalk across the street.

She sure knew a lot for someone who claimed to know nothing. It felt like watching an agent give up a safe house to the enemy to survive relentless torture.

"Have you been there?"

"Yeah..."

"Then why did you lie?"

"..."

"Do you want to be punished?"

"N-no... It's just that you tease me so much... I thought you'd do it again..."

"When have I ever teased you? I've never done that, not even once."

"If I say you did, then you did! Why do you talk so much...! If we're going, then hurry up..."

Her spirit was completely crushed. I could clearly see the sheer panic written all over her face.

I firmly grabbed the hem of her cardigan as she tried to walk ahead. Feeling the sudden resistance pulling from behind, Renka jumped in fright.

"Hey, what are you doing...!"

"Why are you getting mad?"

"Because you're going to ruin my clothes...!"

Her clothes getting ruined wasn't the real issue.

She was just being sensitive because she'd be in a difficult situation if her buttons popped open... There she went, lying again.

"Are you sure it's because of your clothes? Not because of your chest?"

"S-shut up...! Keep your voice down...!"

"Did you just curse at me?"

"..."

"What did I say I'd do if you cursed at me one more time?"

"It's because you were saying such ridiculous things... It just slipped out..."

Renka trailed off, her gaze dropping to her own ankles.

She had obviously remembered my warning about locking her in shackles.

Stifling the urge to burst out laughing at the hilarious sight, I spoke.

"I'll let it slide, just this once."

"..."

"Understand?"

"What are you even saying..."

"Answer properly. Before I drag you straight to the car."

"A-alright..."

"And."

"And what...!"

"What are you supposed to say when someone lets your mistake slide?"

"Ah... I'm seriously starting to get annoyed right now. So just stop it."

Renka's voice was completely steeped in exhaustion.

But I wasn't fooled. It was just another one of Renka's pitiful little tricks—pretending to be exhausted and genuinely angry in an attempt to smooth things over.

"So that's how you want to play it?"

At my soft snort, Renka's shoulders twitched, and she slowly turned her head to the side.

Then she muttered, "Th-thank you."

Hmm. That utterly humiliated tone of hers was incredibly arousing.

"Thank you for what?"

"For letting it slide..."

Seeing her squeeze her eyes shut in absolute shame made me want to drag her into the shabby motel right in front of us.

"Let's be more careful from now on."

"..."

"Ignoring me again."

"A-alright... I get it...!"

Those rebellious remarks were probably the very last shreds of her pride, so I decided to let it go without pressing her any further.

Right now she was only acting obedient to avoid humiliation, but the day would eventually come when she would act obedient simply because she accepted it.

Until then, Renka's training had to continue.

"Here, your candy for today."

"I'm not eating it."

Renka refused, crossing her arms and turning her head away.

She was playing hard to get, even though her eyes had been glued to my hand the moment I opened the center console.

Wearing a stern expression in response to her pitiful yet utterly adorable behavior, I spoke.

"Eat it."

"..."

Did she realize that if she kept refusing, I would subject her to all sorts of things in the name of her 'training'?

Letting out a deep sigh, Renka slightly parted her lips.

'This isn't my own will.'

'I'm only being forced to eat it. So don't look so smug.'

That pouty face of hers, seemingly screaming those exact thoughts, was enough to drive a man crazy.

I briefly watched Renka slowly roll the candy around inside her mouth, then jerked my chin toward her Main Gate.

"Head on inside."

"Yeah."

"Next time..."

"I'm never wearing these patches again, so don't even get your hopes up."

"What are you talking about? I was just going to say that we should meet up with Master next time."

"...Why with Chinami?"

She was asking even though she already knew the answer.

Did she seriously want to hear me confirm a threesome out loud?

Or was she genuinely wondering if we were just going to hang out normally?

Judging by the look on her face, the former was far more likely.

"Do you really need to ask why?"

"No... It's just that I need to know what we'll be doing... so I can prepare accordingly..."

"Prepare for what?"

"My o-outfit, I mean...! Like whether or not I should wear something casual...! Why are you getting weird ideas!"

"I was only asking a simple question. Aren't you the one reacting weirdly, President?"

"Dammit... Whatever. I'm leaving."

"Hold on a second."

"Ah, what now...!"

"What did you say a moment ago?"

"What do you mean? About what?"

"That you were never wearing those patches again?"

"I'm not...! Do you have any idea how nerve-wracking this is?"

"I do."

"And you still treated me that harshly even though you knew!? Aren't you taking things way too far!!?"

A sudden wave of grievance seemed to wash over her, causing her to raise her voice.

The Nipple Patch was nothing more than an excuse. It felt like her outburst was actually just hurt feelings over me being far more coercive than usual today.

Seeing her like that inevitably made me feel soft.

Sometimes I really had to admit that Renka knew exactly when to play on my sympathies.

Leaning forward, I pulled her into a tight hug as she vented her grievances, the candy still tucked into one of her cheeks.

Suddenly, a soft clack rang out right next to my ear.

Our embrace had pressed her candy-bulged cheek against my neck, prompting her to hurriedly roll the hard candy to the other side.

She must really enjoy being hugged despite feeling so wronged, seeing as she went out of her way to adjust like that.

Thinking that, I gently patted Renka's back for a long while to soothe her. Once her angry, huffing breaths finally began to settle down, I slowly pulled back.

Gently stroking her cheek—still bulging with candy and set in a sullen pout—I spoke.

"You should get some proper rest at home today."

"...Yeah."

It was adorable how quickly she became docile the moment I tossed her a tiny carrot after using nothing but the whip.

"Head inside."

"I'm going."

"Don't talk back."

"I'll go."

"Good."

I gave Renka's thigh one last smooth stroke. Her face flushed bright red as she lifted one leg at the touch, and I gave her a small wave as she stepped out of the car.

Next time, I'd have to tell her to not only wear the Nipple Patches again, but to come out without any panties on, too.