Chapter 518

"Why are you getting mad...? Alright... I'm coming..."

Hiyori hung up the phone, groveling in a thoroughly subdued voice.

Looking relieved but with a hint of disappointment, she tucked her Cell Phone into her pants and spoke.

"They said no. I'm the only one who got scolded because of you, sunbae-nim...!"

"Sorry."

"You don't sound sorry at all."

"I'm genuinely sorry."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then never mind."

"When did they tell you to be home?"

"They didn't give me one, but I have to make curfew."

Hiyori's rebellious nature really held her back at times like this.

She hadn't gotten the curfew because of me, but because she was always wandering around with her friends at all hours. It suddenly felt unfair.

Smack!

"Hyaak!?"

Channeling that feeling into my fingertips, I slapped Hiyori's rear. She leaped into the air, flinching in shock.

Her scream was loud enough to make the living room ring. Miyuki flinched in surprise as well, and I clicked my tongue as I watched Hiyori frantically rub her butt.

"This is why you shouldn't have stayed out so much."

"W-what are you doing...?! What's with the sudden freak out...?"

"Because it's unfair."

"What exactly is so unfair...!"

"This and that."

"Ah, jeez... that hurts...!"

"Did it hurt?"

"You should try getting hit too, sunbae-nim!"

Did she even have the courage to hit me?

Swallowing those words, I smiled and brushed off Hiyori's complaints.

"So, when are you leaving?"

"Now! I'm leaving right now!"

"You still have plenty of time."

"I said I'm leaving!"

"Alright. I'll give you a ride."

"....."

Hiyori, who looked ready to huff and puff indefinitely, snapped her head around.

She was angry, but she clearly still wanted to ride in my car.

Chuckling at the sight, I looked back at Miyuki.

"Want to come along?"

"Me? I don't really need to..."

"Then are you staying here?"

"I guess so..."

Her eyes darted around restlessly, as if I were a stranger for slapping another girl's rear right in front of her.

I walked right up to Miyuki, boldly grabbed her waist and the curve of her hips, pulled her in, and kissed her.

"Mmph...!?"

Miyuki's eyes shot wide open in panic, while Hiyori urgently covered her face.

I could see the fingers covering her small features slowly parting. It seemed she just couldn't help her rising sexual curiosity.

I ruthlessly explored the dazed Miyuki's mouth, then used my tongue to break the string of saliva connecting our lips for Hiyori to see.

Then I sat the staggering Miyuki—who had lost all her strength—down on the mattress and gently stroked her hair.

"I'll be right back, so be a good girl and wait."

"...Huh...? What did you say...?"

"I said I'll be right back."

"Ah, okay..."

Flushed and stealing glances at Hiyori, Miyuki was displaying a different kind of innocence.

It felt immoral yet thrilling... that sort of feeling.

If I wasn't careful, I could get addicted to this.

With that thought in mind, I jerked my chin toward the door for Hiyori.

"Let's go."

"Y-yes...?"

"Do I need to say it twice for you to understand, like Miyuki?"

"No... um... my clothes..."

"I packed them up. I'm taking them, so don't worry."

"W-why are you taking my clothes, sunbae-nim...?"

"Then carry them yourself."

I shoved the Black Plastic Bag containing her sticky, stained clothes and underwear into Hiyori's hands, gently pushing her back as she huffed out heavy breaths.

"I-I'll walk on my own two feet, so don't touch me...!"

Hiyori gasped in alarm.

It was ridiculous how she squirmed and dodged my hands as if trying to avoid a bug.

"Get out, then."

"Don't kick me out!"

"You said you were leaving."

"I am leaving...!"

I had no idea what she was trying to do.

Was she asking me to hit her?

In that case, I ought to give her what she wanted.

Smack!

"Hyaaaak!!"

Struck on the upper part of her butt, Hiyori let out a scream like she had just seen a ghost.

Seeing her hop up and down in place was like watching a cartoon character.

"Ah, seriously...! Why are you hitting me, you idiot!"

Shrieking and complaining like that, she must have been pretty annoyed.

Acting like that only made me want to hit her more.

"Let's go."

"Jeez..."

"What?"

"What...! I didn't say anything!"

"Weren't you just about to curse at me?"

"No!"

Hiyori was incredibly cute as she denied it, unable to proudly admit the truth out of fear of getting hit again.

If we lived together, there wouldn't be a dull day.

"You changed your clothes."

When I pointed out her clothes in the car on the way back to her house, she got defensive.

"So what? You want them back? I don't want to. Are you telling me to walk home naked?"

She sounded exactly like Renka did when her paranoia was acting up.

Whenever she acted like this, my urge to torment her spiked. But unlike Renka, who had developed some tact from suffering under me every day, Hiyori was still oblivious.

I'd let it slide just for today.

"Calm down. I didn't mean that. I was going to ask if your parents would say anything if you went home wearing my clothes."

"I just need to go inside quickly. They don't even come out to greet me anyway."

"Yeah? Are you sad they don't come out to greet you?"

"Whatever. I'm not. Why do I feel like I'm being interrogated?"

"That's all it is—just a feeling."

"Right."

"Why the cold tone?"

"Because you slapped my butt, sunbae-nim...! It still stings!"

"Really?"

"Yes...!"

"Then let's check."

"W-what are you going to check...? No, no...! Why are you stopping the car...?"

The car pulled over onto the shoulder, hazard lights flashing.

Hiyori stared out the window for no reason, pressing her body tightly against the passenger door and gripping her seatbelt.

She even wore an expression that said she instinctively knew something was about to happen.

Amused by how quickly she had gone from acting cocky to cowering, I smiled faintly and slipped my hand beneath the slightly raised curve of her rear.

"Eek...!"

Then I gave her butt a gentle squeeze, making her whole body tremble violently just like it did when I finished inside her.

"W-what are you doing...?"

"I said I was checking. It doesn't seem like it hurts."

"....It does hurt, though...?"

"Does it? You look perfectly fine."

"I'm pretending to be fine on purpose...! I'm holding it in...! And stop touching me...!"

"You tell me to stop, but why is your body staying so still?"

"That's... um... because I'm scared...! Ah, it hurts...!"

She pretended to be in pain with a face that showed absolutely zero agony.

I spent a moment feeling up the rear of the increasingly red-faced Hiyori—whose reactions completely contradicted her words—before pulling my hand away just as a cold sweat started to form on her lower back.

"Shall we go now?"

"I-if this is all you were going to do, why even touch me..."

"Did you want me to do it right here, then?"

"No...! I didn't say that...!"

"I can finish quickly."

"I said I don't want to!!"

I could feel her strong resolve: grabbing her butt was fine, but penetration was absolutely out of the question.

Was it because she wouldn't know what to say if she happened to run into her parents at home?

Whatever the reason, it was a shame.

"Got it."

Swallowing my disappointment, I drove until we arrived at Hiyori's house. Just as she was about to step out with a half-hearted goodbye, I called her name.

"Hiyori."

"....What is it."

"Next time, I'd like it if the three of us slept together."

"....."

"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you not like the idea?"

"I-it's not that I don't like it... I just didn't realize you were asking me..."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Then next time, we sleep together?"

"W-well, I wouldn't mind..."

She answered shyly while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Judging by the situation, the next time she came to my house, she would probably secure permission to sleep over on her own.

"Go inside."

"Yep... I'm going..."

"Alright."

After sending Hiyori off like that, I headed back home. Suddenly, I felt like seeing Renka.

Reflecting on Hiyori's reactions today had brought her to mind.

Not that I could see her right now. I'd have to settle for a phone call and see her tomorrow.

With that thought, I dialed Renka's number. After a few rings, her voice came through.

"What."

Mm-hmm. The same blunt tone as always.

Just talking to Renka made my desire to educate her surge. Maybe I should just tell her to come out later tonight.

"Hey."

"....What did you say...? Are you speaking informally to me right now..."

"Where are you."

"Where am I...? Are you crazy...? Hey, Matsuda. You must think I'm going easy on you, acting so comfortable right now... Have you finally lost your mind?"

Why was she suddenly trying to act so tough?

Her tone sounded like a terrified slave making a desperate last stand. She could at least try to hide it... How cute.

"Don't change the subject. I asked where you are."

"Home... wait, no, do you have a death wish? Are you messing with me?"

"Got it. Clear your schedule for tomorrow."

"Hey!!! Are you kidding me right now!!"

"And have an answer ready for what I asked you before."

"What are you talking about...! You promised to give me plenty of time for that!"

"Don't talk back. Give me your answer when we meet tomorrow. I'll be there at noon, so be ready by then."

"A-are you completely out of your mind, you crazy bastard...? Did you eat something weird today...??"

It felt like Renka's sheer disbelief was radiating all the way into the car.

Strangely enough, I'd recently developed this compulsion to make Renka angry before seeing her.

Because it turns me on more when we meet? That's part of it, but the biggest reason is probably that her reactions are just so good.

That was why she was always my top priority to contact whenever I was bored.

I loved it when she panicked, when she hurled insults at me.

Maybe the real masochist wasn't Renka, but me.

"Got it?"

"Got what! If you don't apologize right this instant, I'm going to kill you when we meet!"

She was still going to meet me, then. I was glad.

"I'm hanging up."

"H-hang up? What do you mean hang..."

Click.

I pressed the end call button on the steering wheel, and the inside of the car fell instantly silent.

A notification chime from the navigation system announced a new message from Renka, but I didn't check it.

Why? Because it was obviously going to be a long string of profanities, and taking my eyes off the road to read it could cause a terrible accident.

Safety first when driving. That was only natural.