Chapter 472

The first thing I did after entering the room with Renka was install bondage straps on the two hooks hanging above the bedroom door.

They were long, wide latex bands, designed not only to support weight but to prevent chafing against the skin.

Renka stared blankly as I silently hung them up, before finally speaking.

"W-What are those...?"

"Bondage straps."

"Why... why are you hanging those up...?"

"To punish you."

"Punishment...? Me...?"

"Yes."

"You crazy bastard... have you lost your mind!?"

Renka shrieked, crossing her arms and glaring fiercely before continuing.

"How dare you even bring up the word punishment...! Do you have a death wish...!"

"Am I not allowed to?"

"Are you taking me for a pushover just because I've been letting you get away with everything!? Do you know how much people have been talking behind your back lately?"

People are talking about you lately. The rumors are bad...

This kind of talk was a common tactic in the highly disciplined sports world, used by seniors to put juniors in their place.

In reality, there was no talk behind my back. Everything was perfectly quiet.

"What kind of talk? And does that have anything to do with this?"

"..."

Renka clamped her mouth shut in silence, like a mute who has eaten honey.

Her attempt to threaten me was nice, but far too cliché.

"Don't make me do twice what I only need to do once. Just hold still."

"Hold still for what...! Why do I have to do that...!"

"Then you want to do something else?"

"No... you can't do anything else either...! Do you even see me as a person?"

"Of course. If I didn't see you as a person, I wouldn't even eat at the same table as you."

"Then why are you..."

"Tormenting you?"

"Yeah...!"

"Don't think of it as tormenting. Just think of it as play."

"Oh... really?"

"Right."

"Then tangerine."

"What about tangerine?"

"Don't act like you don't know."

I wondered why she suddenly brought up tangerines, but then I remembered telling her to say that word back when we worked part-time together if she ever wanted to stop our play.

I had forgotten we even set a safe word. Hearing it after so long felt refreshing.

"I said it. Now you can't do it."

It was hilarious seeing her act so smug, as if the word 'tangerine' was some invincible finishing move.

Is this what it feels like to play with a childhood friend? It felt like I was back in my younger days.

"What are you doing? That's so childish."

"What's childish? We agreed on it."

"Didn't you say you hated it back then?"

"We reached an agreement in the end, didn't we?"

In complete contrast to how she had been anxiously groaning earlier, she maintained a brazen 'so what' expression.

It was cute how she calmly lay down on the bed and fiddled with the TV remote, clearly thinking she had seized the upper hand.

"Come here."

"No."

"Come here while I'm asking nicely."

"Why should I? I said tangerine."

"That's a word we agreed to use during SM play."

"That's why I just used it."

"I think you're misunderstanding something. We're not doing that kind of play right now."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's time to train a slave, what play are you talking about? Stop acting ridiculous and come here."

"What... you're the one acting ridiculous...!"

"I'll count to five. Come here before I finish."

"Fuck off."

"5... 4..."

"You think I'm scared? Eat shit."

"3... 2..."

"..."

"1..."

"Ah, okay...! I got it...! You're so annoying, seriously..."

Our Renka never listens to me obediently.

She always had to earn a beating instead of just coming nicely.

Renka grumbled as she approached me, her gaze shifting to the bondage straps hanging on the door.

Then she shuddered, as if she had just imagined something dirty.

"If you called me over, then speak."

Perhaps finding my intense stare burdensome, Renka whipped her head away and spoke bluntly.

I pulled her T-shirt out from where it was slightly tucked into her slacks and spoke.

"Why don't you listen when I ask nicely, and only understand when I get forceful?"

"...My personality is just like this, so what do you want me to do?"

"That's exactly why you need training. President, you have no manners. You show zero respect for your master."

"What nonsense... Why would you be my master... Ah...!"

Renka's pelvis jerked backward.

I had shoved my leg between her thighs and reached for the button of her slacks.

Unbuttoning them with somewhat rough movements, I pushed Renka, whose whole body had frozen stiff, against the door where the bondage straps hung.

Then I reached for Renka's pale, exposed mons pubis, pressing down firmly while applying pressure with my leg to stimulate her vulva.

"W-Why all of a sudden... Stop it...!"

Renka pushed against my chest, her face flushing red in an instant.

The light purple polish painted on her pretty fingernails stood out.

"I'm not the President's master?"

"That's... obviously not..."

"Then why did you come without panties? Didn't you do that to please me?"

"Ah, you've been spouting nonsense this whole time...! I just..."

"Just what?"

"The pants... the... material is... soft and thin, so... wearing them makes it uncomfortable... Hnn...!"

A short puff of breath suddenly leaked from Renka's nose.

Seeing her arousal clearly spiking, I slid my hand inside her T-shirt and spoke.

"What a ridiculous excuse. Would it kill you to tell the truth just once? Why do you keep saying the opposite of what you really feel?"

"I-It's the truth..."

"What are you going to do if I refuse to believe you when you actually tell the truth?"

"Who said I need your trust...? I don't care...! Whether you believe me or not...!"

Flinch.

Renka, who had been constantly on edge, shuddered once.

It happened right after my hand touched the side of her breast, protected by her bra.

When I pulled my leg back, there was a wet stain where it had rubbed against Renka's vulva.

She must have gotten soaking wet in that short time. Perhaps Renka had been wanting me to do this more than anyone else.

When I let out a smirk at the stain proving how immensely turned on she was, Renka, who was panting heavily, flared up and gritted her teeth.

"D-Don't misunderstand... It's not like this because of you..."

"Then why did it get like that?"

"That's... because you... always do this to me..."

"So it is because of me."

"..."

"Got nothing to say, right?"

"Shut up...!"

"You don't even have a spare pair of pants, do you? How are you going to go home like this?"

"Stop being sarcastic...! You go buy some...!"

"Are you ordering your master to run errands?"

"I told you, you're not my master...! Why are you so obsessed with this weird stuff lately, spouting such bullshit...!"

"Your words are getting pretty rough."

"You're the one making them rough... Eek...!"

As I pulled her pants down to her knees, she covered her crotch with her hands.

Thinking the brief glimpse of her Y-line glistening with bodily fluids was extremely obscene, I grabbed both sides of Renka's buttocks rather roughly and pulled them apart.

"Haa...!"

At that, Renka's knees buckled instantly, and her upper body folded forward.

Seeing her grip the hem of my T-shirt tightly in that state, I figured she must have found the sensation of her most private area being spread apart incredibly unfamiliar and shameful.

I looked down at her striking an awkward yet erotic pose with her thighs clamped shut and asked.

"Should I call Master right now?"

Renka's whole body jolted, and she shook her head frantically.

"W-What? No...!!"

"Why? We agreed to it."

"It wasn't an agreement, you basically coerced me...! Anyway, absolutely not today..."

"Then when?"

"That's after you talk to Chinami first..."

"We already talked."

"I'm talking about the schedule, you ignorant bastard...! Set up a schedule! Come on! Listen to me properly!"

She was practically screaming now.

Did she know that the more she acted like this, the more my desire to conquer her surged?

I forcefully pulled off Renka's pants as she flailed her legs to avoid my hands.

Then I yanked the straps behind her back straight down, bringing them toward her feet.

Freaking out, Renka stomped her feet on the spot and made a huge fuss, acting like her feet were on fire.

"Stop! I said stop...! I'll seriously kill you...! I'm not joking...!!"

Despite Renka's screaming fits, I forcefully lifted one of her legs and hooked the strap around it.

The strap clung tightly to her inner thigh, and its upward pull raised her leg slightly to the side, drawing a loud cry from her mouth.

"Stop it!!!"

"You're being too loud."

Seeing me reply indifferently as I pulled the other strap, she must have realized she needed to change her approach.

Her voice, which had been resisting as she weakly pounded my shoulders with both fists, grew quiet.

"I-I was wrong..."

She seemed to have realized that at this rate, she'd end up hopelessly strung up against the door.

She only listens when I actually put things into action.

Thinking that, I stopped pulling the remaining strap and looked at her.

"What did you do wrong?"

"Not listening to you...!"

"And?"

"Saying harsh things to you...! I won't do it anymore, so please let me off..."

"You say that now, but if I let you go, you'll just act out again."

"No...! This time is different...!"

"I've been tricked too many times already, so I don't trust you."

"You have to trust me...!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm the President... It's what your senior is saying, so of course..."

"Don't try to pull rank like that. And didn't you just say earlier that you didn't need my trust?"

"T-That was just a joke... Of course I need your trust... Let's just cool our heads for a bit and talk this out again... Yeah?"

Look at her getting desperate now that it looks like I'm really going to do it.

She was even patting my shoulder, trying to calm me down. So opportunistic. What a fox.

"Then should we do it like this?"

"Yeah... Anything is fine... Huh...? L-Like this...?"

"Understood."

"Wait...! Hey...! Hey...!!"

Caught completely off guard by my softened tone, Renka frantically grabbed me by the hair.

But only for a moment. When I hooked my arm under her raised leg and lifted it higher, she stood on her tiptoes on her remaining foot.

Looking at her on her tiptoes with an approving gaze, I used my free hand to unbutton my pants and pull them down.

Then, just as Renka, who was looking down, widened her eyes at the sight of my towering erection, I pressed my body tight against hers and thrust my cock beneath her vulva.

Slip, slide.

Matching the movement of my cock spreading her slippery love juices all over, Renka's hands moved up to my shoulders.

It was an instinctive reaction to keep her balance.

"Ah... that..."

And then I could see a look of sheer defeat wash over Renka's face as she realized what she had just done.

Having handed me the perfect excuse, she had nothing left to say, trailing off and completely at a loss for what to do.

Smirking at her, I waited for the exact moment she gulped dryly and thrust my lower body forcefully upward.