Chapter 473

Between our awkward position and the stifling heat of a room with no air conditioning, Renka's T-shirt was drenched in sweat.

The same went for me. We devoured each other, smearing sweat and fluids all over the door.

Arousal fluid welled up where our bodies connected, spilling from Renka as she climaxed.

It dripped down in thick threads to wet the floor, and just as her legs began to tremble uncontrollably,

"Haa... haa..."

Rough breaths spilled from her lips.

Taking me while standing on tiptoe on one leg took a much heavier toll on her than our usual sex.

"Hook your leg."

I patted Renka's ass as I said it. She let out a coy "Hmph..." before hooking one leg around my calf and relaxing her weight against me.

I meant for her to hook it around my waist, not down there. Unbelievable.

"Don't go completely limp. Support some of your own weight."

"Th-that's up to me...!"

"We're doing this together. You shouldn't be so selfish."

"You're the one who wanted to do this, so deal with it...!"

"Big words for a slave."

"What...? Don't talk to me like that...!"

"Be glad I didn't curse."

"You son of a—Hngh...!?"

Her curse broke off into a sweet moan.

I thrust somewhat forcefully into her tense core, cutting off her sharp words, and spoke.

"Stand straight."

"...How am I supposed to stand straight with one leg hooked around you...!"

"Do it like before."

"No...! And stop talking down to me...!"

"If you don't stand up, I'm going to play rough."

"What are you gonna do...!"

"I'll string you up on the door and torture you."

"T-torture...?"

"If you don't believe me, stay exactly like that."

"..."

Renka, who had been leaning her entire weight on me, flinched and planted her foot back on the floor just like before.

It was funny how hurriedly she steadied herself—still panting—out of genuine fear that I might actually string her up.

Continuing to thrust in and out, I smoothed back her sweat-drenched hair and offered a gentle smile.

"It was a joke."

"A joke...? Huut...! Are you sure...?"

"Of course."

"I'm exhausted..."

"So what."

"L-look at you... It wasn't a joke...! You were trying to bait me... Ah...! Don't thrust so hard...! It's really exhausting...! My legs are going numb...! Let me down..."

"Ask politely."

"Ah, I said I'm exhausted...!! I'm exhausted!!!"

Why did seeing her thrash her head and scream turn me on even more?

It felt like Renka was fueling my desire to conquer her.

Squelch—!

"Aaaah...!!"

As I thrust roughly, Renka threw her head back and screamed.

I grabbed one of her breasts and spoke in a low voice.

"Ask politely."

"N-no...!"

"Can't be helped, then."

"Don't talk down to me...! Stop it...! Hah...!"

Panting as she stubbornly stood her ground, Renka's toes curled up tight, scraping against the floor.

It seemed a momentary surge of immense pleasure had just hit her.

At the same time, clear fluid trickled slowly down the insides of her violently trembling legs.

Confirming the evidence that Renka had just lightly climaxed, I flashed a wicked smile.

"I guess you like this sort of thing."

"....N-no, I don't...!!"

Seeing Renka deny it so fiercely with tear-filled eyes brought my own climax rushing to the surface.

I had been thrusting into her this whole time, sure, but for it to surge up so suddenly, without warning, just from her voice—it hardly made sense.

Frowning slightly, I pulled out of her, leaving Renka flustered by my expression.

Then, I quickly removed the band hooked around her leg and pushed her shoulders down.

"Ah...? Wh-what are you doing...? Ah, no...! I'm not going to use my mouth..."

She was misunderstanding. She must have taken it as an order to service me with her mouth.

"Hurry up."

"I said I don't want to...?"

Even while complaining, Renka slowly lowered her body.

From my chest to my abdomen, and from my abdomen to my crotch.

Just as her gaze landed on my hard, standing member and her wandering hands swept over my calves to touch the backs of my thighs, the signal came.

"Huh...?"

Bracing herself for a blowjob she thought was inevitable, her eyes went wide as she caught sight of the murky white fluid suddenly welling up at the tip.

"Hey...! Wai—"

She hurriedly pinched my thighs, but my semen was already erupting.

"Ah!"

Renka trembled heavily and squeezed her eyes shut as a thick streak splashed against her cheek. From there, semen sprayed around her tightly shut mouth, over the bridge of her nose, and all the way across her forehead.

I didn't know if she just didn't have the time to dodge or if she never intended to, but seeing her take my seed to the face with a deeply scrunched expression was incredibly endearing.

"Mmph!! Mmp!"

While she expressed her protests through nasal whines and tapped the backs of my thighs, I poured out everything I had built up onto the kneeling Renka. Then, I let out a long, low sigh to indicate I was done.

Renka tried to open her eyes, wiping the semen away from one of them with her hand.

"Keep your eyes closed. I'll wipe it for you."

"....I'll kill you..."

It was cute how she spat out her resentment without even being able to open her mouth properly.

Bursting into a chuckle, I listened to her grinding her teeth as I fetched some wet wipes and carefully cleaned her face.

"Done."

"..."

At that, Renka half-opened her eyes.

Patting her face here and there with the back of her hand to check if she was clean, she grabbed my pelvis, stood up, looked around, and headed into the bathroom.

Was she planning to wash up right away?

The door clicked locked—which probably meant I absolutely shouldn't come in.

It was a shame, but it couldn't be helped. Shrugging, I opened the bedroom door and whipped off my own sweat-drenched T-shirt.

By the time I leisurely finished my shower and stepped out, Renka was already sitting at the vanity, drying her hair.

Glaring fiercely at me through the mirror as I opened the refrigerator door in my robe to grab some water, she set down the hairdryer and turned around.

"Hey."

"What."

"Sit down."

"Where am I supposed to sit?"

"Ah, I mean sit on the bed...! Is that so hard to understand!?"

"You're pretty slow to catch on yourself, President."

"So is this supposed to be revenge or what!? Sit down, you Trash pervert!"

"Aren't you the pervert here, President?"

"Sit! I said sit! Sit!!"

"I got it, so calm down."

"Huu..."

I sat opposite Renka, who was taking deep breaths to quell her anger. She glared at me with fiery eyes and asked,

"Am I just a toy for you to satisfy your desires?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Because it's true...! Right after you finished... you shot on my face without a word and then made me go wash up on my own... It pisses me off..."

She was trying hard to hide how upset she was, but it bled through her tone and expression.

Patting her already dried face with a towel for no reason, she seemed to grow awkward under my intense stare and continued.

"Forget it... I was just venting, so don't mind me."

Grumbling with such a blunt attitude—how could I not hug her?

I approached the pouting Renka, gently wrapped my arms around her head, and pulled her against my chest.

"I never told you to wash up on your own, and I didn't plan on ending it there... Weren't you the one who ran to the bathroom and locked the door first, President?"

"Shut up."

"And why would I think of you as a toy, President? I like you so much."

"...Always all talk..."

"Then what should I do to make you believe me?"

"I don't. You threatened to whip me... and even string me up on the door. How can I believe you?"

"That's just an expression of affection. You know that perfectly well, President."

"Don't be ridiculous...! How many times have I told you I'm a tangerine..."

"What kind of master goes easy on their slave?"

"There are plenty of kind masters out there...! Not that you're my master by any means..."

She was saying something similar to when we visited that sex shop together a while ago.

Our Renka, without a single uncute trait... Now that she was so riled up, I was incredibly curious how she'd react to a threesome with Chinami.

"And how do you know there are a lot of masters like that? Did you happen to browse some site where people with those tastes hang out?"

"N-no...!"

Renka's body trembled noticeably.

Which meant I had hit the nail right on the head.

Finding it incredibly amusing that Renka was willingly walking down the path of a pervert, I gently massaged the fine, dark navy hairs on her pale nape and pulled her to the bed.

Then, wrapping her in a proper hug again, I spoke.

"I was right."

"I said no, why can't you believe me...!"

"You don't believe me either, President."

"That's because you have zero credibility..."

"And you do, President?"

"Of course I do...!"

"Based on what?"

"Ask anyone else...! Ask them how... Never mind, just get lost. You're frustrating."

"What if I don't want to get lost?"

"Then don't..."

Despite her sullen tone, Renka's hands were already resting on my arms.

Proof that she was enjoying the embrace.

Chuckling at her actions—which completely contradicted her words—I fell back onto the bed, pulling her down with me as she irritably told me to wipe the grin off my face.

Then, I lifted her hips from where she was awkwardly straddling me, helping her settle into a more comfortable position on top.

"Your clothes are all wet, what are you going to do?"

"I washed them. I can dry them with the hairdryer later."

"Selfishly washing only your own."

"You're the stupid one. Typical Trash. Not even preparing something for this."

"Didn't I tell you to stop cursing? I'll string you up on the door."

"I say this kind of stuff all the time...!"

"This won't do."

When I lightly nudged Renka and made to get up, she let out a frightened "Hic!" and frantically shoved her arms under my armpits, hugging my torso tight.

Suppressing the urge to burst out laughing at the sight of her clinging to me like a cicada on a tree, I gently patted the small of her back and searched for the remote control.

It had been a while; I should spend the night with Renka tonight.