Chapter 519

Returning home, I found the living room incredibly cool.

The air conditioner was on, but not at full blast. So why was it chilly enough to actually make me cold?

The culprit was the electric fan.

The one we'd safely tucked away in the storage room had been pulled out and was blowing air from right next to me, angled toward the door.

"Welcome back."

Miyuki was sitting right in front of it, basking in the breeze. I nodded at her greeting and plopped down beside her.

"Yeah. You been good?"

"I was only alone for twenty minutes. What's with that tone? You're acting like we haven't seen each other in ages."

"I miss you even if you're out of my sight for a second."

Miyuki's head whipped toward me.

"What? Was that too cheesy?"

"No. I just turned to see if you were feeding me a sweet little lie."

"I meant every word."

"Then fine."

"What's with the fan, anyway?"

"I was bored, so I took it out. Let's sleep with the fan on tonight instead of the AC."

"The house faces south. It'll get hot in no time."

"Then we'll just turn the AC back on if we wake up hot."

"I don't want to."

"Suit yourself."

As far as I could tell, the real reason Miyuki had brought the fan out was to blast the already-cool AC air straight onto her body.

If she got cold enough, she'd have the perfect excuse to snuggle into my arms.

Smiling at the thought, I wrapped an arm around her waist as she slouched forward, lightly tugging at the collar of her T-shirt.

"Nice and cool?"

"I'm freezing. Ah..."

Miyuki leaned her mouth right up to the fan blades and let out a long, loud breath.

I let out a soft chuckle at the sight and pressed my cheek against hers.

Opening my mouth wide, I made a sound right alongside her.

We looked at each other and burst into laughter, giggling over the childish stunt.

Seeing the bright smile on Miyuki's face, my first thought was sheer relief.

I had fully expected her to be sulking over my relationship with Hiyori, but she didn't show a hint of it.

I'd been a little anxious when I stepped out of the shower, but it seemed Miyuki had generously accepted my desires.

Of course, I couldn't let my guard down just yet. I needed to stay on my toes for the rest of the day.

Bump.

A faint, dull pressure settled against my shoulder.

I glanced down to see Miyuki resting her head on me and asked, "You tired?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"I just felt like doing this. Can you sit still for a bit?"

"Got it."

"Don't you dare move."

"Not at all?"

"Yeah. Not an inch."

For some reason, a chill ran down my spine.

I definitely couldn't let my guard down yet. Best to tread carefully, lest I act cocky and take the full brunt of Miyuki's wrath.

"Matsuda-kun."

Miyuki, who had been resting against me in total silence for a while, called out to me. Her voice was a pitch lower than usual.

I swallowed hard, making sure she couldn't hear the gulp, and replied, "Yeah?"

"You owe me, Matsuda-kun."

I knew she was going to bring it up, but I hadn't expected her to be this blunt about it.

When I'd come back from the threesome with Renka and Chinami, she'd at least beaten around the bush... This was terrifying.

The chill from the AC and the fan seemed to harmonize with Miyuki's voice, practically frosting the air around us.

"Yeah, I owe you."

"Big time."

"Big time."

"Good. I like that."

"Like what?"

"I like you, Matsuda-kun."

I'd been noticing it more and more lately, but Miyuki had really softened up.

In the past, she would have mumbled something vague about just being happy, so hearing her say it straight was a novel experience.

I smiled, happily accepting her confession, and pulled her tight against my chest.

I planted a long, firm kiss on the crown of her head to show her just how much I cared.

I desperately hoped she wouldn't feel neglected or hurt over any of this.

No, it was more accurate to say that I hoped I could wash away any lingering disappointment with my love.

"I really love you, too."

"I-I never said I loved you. Why are you adding a 'too'...?"

"Yeah? Do you not?"

"No... I mean, I do, but..."

"Then it's fine."

"...So annoying."

Grumbling shyly under her breath, Miyuki squeezed my waist tight enough to crush it.

That was a pretty intense show of emotion for Miyuki.

It made me happy to see her so pleased.

The rest of the night with Miyuki went exactly as I expected.

She curled up against me, gluing herself to my chest.

She was clingier than usual, almost like a little girl craving her parents' affection.

She completely ignored whether I was comfortable or not, entirely focused on satisfying her own need for closeness.

I hovered on the edge of sleep for a while before her shifting finally forced my eyes open. I rested my hand on her head, which was currently shifting around near my stomach.

"Hey."

"Huh...? You weren't asleep?"

"You woke me up. What are you doing?"

"Looking for a comfortable spot."

"You still haven't found one?"

"Nope."

Even as we talked, her body kept shifting around.

I reached down toward her rear and gave the plumpest part of her butt a solid smack.

"You want a spanking?"

"Out of nowhere...? Are you threatening me because I woke you up?"

"No, I'm not. Do you want one or not?"

"Like you did to Asahina?"

"I can smack you like that if you want."

"No... I don't want to get hit right now."

That definitely sounded like she wanted one later.

She must have gotten a little turned on watching Hiyori take those smacks.

I wasn't sure when it would happen, but when the time came, I fully intended to spank her to my heart's content.

The next day, after dropping Miyuki off at her place, I naturally headed straight for Renka's house.

I arrived about ten minutes before noon and shot her a text to come out. It wasn't long before a sullen-faced Renka opened the Main Gate and marched over to my car.

Clack.

She pulled the door open and met my eyes, but didn't even offer a greeting.

I let out a mocking snort. She bristled instantly, her teeth grinding together loud enough for me to hear.

"What, got a problem?"

"Jeez... I told you not to speak to me so informally, didn't I?"

"I said, have you got a problem?"

"I do! Of course I do, you piece of Trash!"

"Oh, yeah?"

I flashed her a wicked, lopsided smirk.

Renka flinched at the sight and swallowed hard.

"Wh-what...?"

Despite the anxiety swimming in her eyes, she tried to stand her ground.

But it was short-lived. The moment she realized I was craning my neck past the headrest to check the backseat—and that my eyes were drifting toward the trunk—she frantically buckled her seatbelt and changed the subject.

"L-let's just go."

Like a properly conditioned slave, she knew exactly what I was glancing at.

Repetitive learning really works wonders.

"Did you think about it?"

"Think about what? Ah... that...? No."

"Are you crazy?"

"E-even if I refused, you'd just tell me I didn't have a choice anyway...!"

"I told you I'd be understanding if the President didn't want to."

"That's a lie...! You're so full of it...!"

"Believe what you want. I'll take that to mean the President accepts, then."

"S-see?! You're forcing me...!"

"Shut up."

"Hey... why do I have to shut up...?! Why do you get to say whatever you want?!"

She started off muttering, only to explode into a scream at the very end...

Having unleashed this escalating gradient of anger, Renka sat there huffing through her nose.

Finding her huffing and puffing utterly adorable, I gave her a bright smile and offered an apology.

"I'm sorry. Go on, say whatever's on your mind."

"You always act like you're giving me an opening, but the second I start talking, you completely ignore me...! How dumb do you think I am?!"

I'd been completely read.

Was it time to change up my repertoire? A slave analyzing her master... Back in the day, she would have been flogged for that.

"Then what do you want me to do? Never speak to you at all?"

"I want you to respect me...! I'm a year older than you, your senior in the Kendo Club, and your President...!"

Ah... Renka looked incredibly adorable as she poured her heart out.

Why did I never get tired of looking at her?

Sure, all the girls were like that, but it felt especially true with Renka.

Just when I thought about treating her nicely, watching her throw a tantrum would send my dopamine levels spiking.

Her reactions were just so fun and exciting that I couldn't help but torment her even more.

It was practically addictive.

"The President says the exact same things."

"Shut up! Respect me! When I talk, you stay quiet and listen! Keep your mouth shut until I give you permission to speak!"

"That's asking a bit much..."

"And that is exactly why you're Trash...!"

"Want a kiss?"

"When you're dealing with your sunbae-nim... W-what...?"

Renka, who had been roaring at me a second ago, went wide-eyed.

She stared at me like I had just sprouted a second head. When I leaned in close, she frantically shook her head from side to side before sputtering, "Can't you see I'm in the middle of talking...? Don't come any closer...! If you come any closer, I'll... Mmph...?!"

The moment our lips actually met, she squeezed her eyes shut and went completely limp.

I grabbed her shoulders to steady her as she slumped helplessly. Savoring the faint scent of blueberries wafting off her, I unhesitatingly pushed my tongue forward.

"Mmmph...!"

Renka's body gave a sudden jerk, and her lips parted instinctively.

She readily accepted my tongue as it brushed past her lower lip and slipped inside. It almost felt like she'd been throwing a tantrum on purpose, just waiting for me to do this.

Rustle, rustle.

Her legs were pressed tightly together, shifting and rubbing against each other restlessly.

It was obvious proof that she was getting incredibly turned on.

I explored Renka's mouth to my heart's content as I slipped my hand between her legs, right over her white slacks.

She began to tremble as I stroked her thighs with a lustful, heavy touch.

Smack!

"Hic!"

I gave her thigh a sharp smack right in the middle, making her let out a startled hiccup.

I fully intended to drive us to the Hotel while filling her head with nothing but pink-tinted lust.

It was clear that the end of my journey was fast approaching.

But even so, a slave's education must never end.