Chapter 521

"This is so humiliating... you son of a bitch... you really are a bastard..."

Renka practically dragged her shoes as she clung to my outstretched hand, walking toward the bed.

The stream of curses slipping from her lips only made me feel better the more I heard them.

It was always like this, not just today. Renka's swearing had a certain power to it—one that made my heart pound, stirring my possessiveness and a deep desire to conquer her.

Because the room was styled like a prison cell, the bed's headrest had metal rings designed specifically for handcuffs.

I located the rings, barely visible in the dim lighting. Pretending to pull the grumbling Renka into a hug, I waited for her center of gravity to shift toward me. The moment it did, I spun around and pushed her back.

"Ah...!?"

Renka flopped onto the mattress. Just as she frantically tried to sit back up, I quickly straddled her and forcefully lifted her handcuffed arms above her head.

Clack!

In a flash, I secured her handcuffs to the rings on the headrest.

"W-What are you doing...! Hey! You said you'd let me go if I wore this...!"

Realizing the situation, Renka threw a fit, flailing her raised arms in anger. She looked incredibly lovely.

I grinned down at her and said, "You actually believed me? How naive."

"Y-You... you crazy bastard...! Seriously, what are you doing...?! Let me go! My wrists hurt...!"

"It won't hurt if you stay still, so stop moving."

"I'll kill you, you know...? I'll seriously kill you...? I mean it...! Ah...! What are you doing...!"

When I turned the lights up a little, she tried to cover her chest with her arms, but since I was already straddling her and pinning her limbs down, all she could do was whimper. It was cute.

At this point, Renka had to be enjoying this too.

With that thought in mind, I casually inspected the arms of the girl currently spitting every curse in the book at me.

Since the sleeves of her cosplay police uniform were short, her pale armpits were completely exposed.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that no man in the world could just ignore a sight like that.

"D-Don't get any weird ideas, okay...? Hey...! Hey...!"

Catching on to what I was about to do, Renka frantically tried to stop me... but my finger was already touching the center of her armpit.

Poke.

"Hyaaaah...!?"

I had only lightly prodded her with my index finger, but she was already reacting wildly.

Her body thrashed around, her arms flailed back and forth, and her face flushed so red it looked ready to burst...

Seeing her like this, there was no way I could stop.

"S-Stop... Matsuda...! I seriously can't take it..."

Hearing Renka's teary, pleading voice only stoked my desires instead of calming them.

Exhaling a long breath to temper my own arousal, I curled my fingers and began to tickle Renka's armpits in earnest.

"Hngh...! Hyak...! Stop...! Hiiieee...! Matsu... Hyaah...!"

She let out a chaotic symphony of moans, thrashing her entire body as little tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.

It was an incredibly entertaining sight, but I paused for a moment, worried the handcuffs might chafe and injure her wrists if she kept struggling like that.

"Haa... haa... you... son of a... haaah..."

I reached down and brushed aside the sweaty bangs clinging to the heavily panting Renka's forehead. Then, I grabbed a wad of tissues and wedged them inside her handcuffs to pad them.

"W-What are you... Hey...! Stop it now... You've done enough...!"

"What are you talking about? We're just getting started."

"Why are you torturing me like this...?! I'm going to report you...!"

"And if you report it, who's going to show up? You?"

"What are you... Ah... you crazy..."

Realizing she was dressed as a police officer, Renka glared at me as if I were utterly pathetic.

But that defiance only lasted a second. Perhaps realizing that getting on my bad side would only earn her more torment, her expression softened, and she tried to placate me.

"Hey... this is supposed to be one of those roleplays, right? The cop gets captured by the criminal... right? Let's not do all this and just get to the main event... That way, we both get to enjoy it..."

"Hmm..."

I pretended to mull it over. Sensing a glimmer of hope, Renka quickly continued her pitch.

"What about a cop who's been locked up so long she finally submits to reality...? I'll stay totally still... I'll be quiet and obedient... Wouldn't it be hot if we played it like I slowly start falling for you, the criminal...?"

The sight of her desperately pitching new roleplay scenarios just to get out of being tickled was so hilarious I nearly burst out laughing.

At the same time, it was incredibly endearing how she matched my imagination with her own.

If you had this much talent for pleasing your master, why the hell were you acting so reluctant earlier?

Was the tickling really that unbearable? Or was it just the sheer humiliation of being handcuffed to a bed?

Whatever the reason, her response was simply excellent. She was so adorable I just wanted to wrap her in a tight hug.

"Should we try that?"

"Yeah...! Let's do that...! But first, unfasten these..."

"No."

"Huh...?"

"I said no."

"..."

My face and tone were dripping with mischievousness.

The moment Renka saw that, the look in her eyes completely shifted.

Realizing I had never planned on accepting her offer to begin with, a furious roar erupted from her lips.

"You absolute piece of shit...! Untie me right now if you want to live! I'm not just talking this time! I will genuinely murder you!"

The instant negotiation failed, she smoothly transitioned right back to death threats.

She'd be incredible at playing both good cop and bad cop. Maybe I should tell her to become a real police officer when she grows up?

No, that's too dangerous. My precious slave should just stick to this kind of roleplay instead.

Who knows? Maybe as she gets more used to these games, she'll even start naturally spitting out lines that fit her roles.

Holding onto that hopeful assumption, I firmly squeezed Renka's breasts as she continued to spit vicious curses at me.

"And then I'll... h-hyah...!"

Surprised by the sudden, rough grope, she instantly lost her words. Feeling her soft flesh yield against my hand, I used my free hand to unbutton my pants and pull down my zipper.

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

"Can't you tell?"

"I never agreed to this...!"

"Oh, is this part of the roleplay? Forcing yourself on a helpless cop?"

"R-Roleplay, my ass...! I'm not doing it...! Don't you dare put it in...! The second you try to put it in... Ah...!"

Renka gasped sharply as her eyes landed on my thoroughly engorged length, thick veins bulging along its surface.

She quickly turned her head away, but her eyes kept darting back to sneak glances at it, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks.

It seemed she had noticed I was far more aroused than usual.

"..."

She pressed her lips tightly shut, letting out heavy puffs of air through her nose. Shifting my weight slightly further down her body, I—

"Hih...!?"

Listening to the cute little gasp that escaped Renka's lips as she felt the hot tip drag down the center of her chest, over her stomach, and past her navel, I grabbed the hem of the latex skirt clinging tightly to her hips and pulled it up.

"N-No...! Don't...!"

Renka always tried to hide her embarrassment by refusing me like this.

This time was no different. The moment I put it in, she'd feel so good she'd completely forget she had ever told me to stop.

At least, that was what I was thinking—right until my hand brushed against the pantyhose covering her crotch, causing me to freeze.

'Huh?'

The sheer amount of slickness leaking from between her legs was astounding.

The crotch of her pantyhose wasn't just damp—it was completely drenched and sticky to the touch, and the wet patch was visibly expanding by the second.

It was physical proof that she, just like me, was infinitely more turned on than usual.

"Aren't you the real pervert here?"

I provoked her with a drippingly sarcastic tone. Renka stuck her lips out in a pout, immediately scrambling for an excuse.

"T-This is your fault..."

"You're a bit too wet for this to just be my fault."

"I'm not...!"

"Not what?"

"It's because you were bullying me... that's why..."

"Being bullied made you this wet? If that's not a pervert, what is?"

"D-Don't talk to me like that...! Show some manners...! Respect me...!"

Resorting to demanding respect just because she had nothing left to say.

My Renka really had zero honesty in her. Of course, this stubbornness was just another one of her charms.

Riiiip!

I tore a hole straight through her pantyhose—which, without exaggerating much, were drenched all the way to her thighs—just wide enough to bare her slick slit. Renka jerked her hips and spoke.

"I-If we're going to do this, let's at least wash up first..."

"Didn't you shower before you left?"

"I did, but I've been outside since then..."

"Then that's good enough."

"No, it's not...! I feel gross...!"

"Shut up. For a little bitch, you sure talk a lot."

"W-What...!? What did you just call me...?! You're doing this on purpose again, aren't you...?!"

She should be grateful my heart was too soft to call her a filthy sow.

Swallowing those words, I simply pulled aside the lacy fabric of her panties, completely ignoring her screaming threats to kill me, and pushed inside her.

Shhhk!

Her impossibly soft, wet flesh eagerly swallowed me whole, clamping down tightly around my shaft.

"Hyaah...!"

At the exact same time, her entire body bucked wildly. The metal rings and handcuffs rattled loudly against the headrest.

The sheer sound of it was impossibly hot. Gripping her waist firmly with both hands, I drove my hips forward.

Squelch!

"Ahnn...! S-Stop... Hyaah...!"

Reaching down to touch her folds as she let out a high-pitched moan with every thrust, I felt just how impossibly wet she was.

Even though I was buried deep inside her, slick, translucent fluids continued to seep out from around where our bodies met. She was clearly feeling every ounce of the pleasure.

At this rate, even if I completely stopped moving, I bet Renka would start grinding against me on her own.

Feeling her slickness dripping all the way down to my own groin, I abruptly halted my hips.

"Does it feel good?"

I looked down at Renka, who was panting heavily with a look that asked why I had stopped. I asked her the question, and before she even had a chance to answer, I slammed my hips forward again.

Squelch!

"Hyah...!"

"I asked if it feels good."

"...Ngh...! Nn...!"

Renka clamped her eyes shut, desperately biting back the moans threatening to spill from her lips as she stubbornly refused to give in to my obvious provocation.

Leaning all the way down, I pressed my chest flat against hers. I brought my lips right up to her ear as she stubbornly refused to yield, and continued.

"I asked if you liked it."

"..."

"Not enjoying it? Should we stop and take a break?"

Then, making a show of actually pulling out, I started to slowly withdraw. Instantly, Renka slid one of her arms under my armpit and grabbed onto my back.

"...Ah..."

A tiny gasp, barely louder than a mosquito, tickled my ear.

The answer was already obvious, but I needed to hear her say it clearly.

"What was that?"

"I-I said it feels good..."

"I can't hear you."

"I said it feels good...! I like it! I like it, so keep going, you bastard!"

Ah, yes. This was easily one of the best parts of having sex with her.

While her sudden honesty was adorable, there was still one minor issue.

Namely, the fact that she had just screamed at the top of her lungs with my ear mere inches from her mouth.

Was she trying to make her master go deaf?

For a crime like that, I had no choice but to give her a slightly harsher punishment.

Slide.

Making up my mind, I lifted my upper body back up.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, I rolled my hips back and forth, only sliding halfway in before pulling almost completely out again.

"Nnn...!"

As she whimpered in desperate pleasure, I pressed my thumb down hard directly against her sensitive nub.

"Hyaaaah...!"

Her reaction was instantaneous and explosive.

Judging by the way her hips violently bucked upward, her brain completely short-circuited under the sudden spike of overwhelming pleasure.

The moment I started rubbing my thumb back and forth over her peak, her soaking wet folds parted and seemed to swallow my finger whole.

"Hyaaah...!?"

Her breath hitched violently. Her entire lower half trembled, and a sudden rush of fluids—far thinner and more abundant than just her slickness—started pouring from where our bodies met.

"Ah, ahhh..."

With a completely mind-broken moan, a transparent tide gushed out, thoroughly soaking the sheets beneath her.

I had perfectly hit her sweet spot, pushing her straight into a climax.

Judging by how she couldn't even form a coherent word, she had completely lost her mind to the orgasm.

I pressed down even harder on the sweet spot hidden within her slick folds as her body twitched in the rawest state of bliss.

"Hyaaahn...!?"

Just as Renka's hips twitched, trying to buck upward to escape the overstimulation, I grabbed her by the waist and buried myself inside her as deep as I possibly could, right to the hilt.

"Ahn...!"

My violent thrust pinned her hips flat against the mattress, my length completely buried inside her, forcing her legs to fly straight up into the air in shock.

Her whole body shivered violently. Renka's physical reactions were incredibly sensitive today.

Was it the cosplay? Or was it because of how aggressively I was treating her, dominating her as if she were my captive property?

If I had to guess, it was probably a mix of both.

"Haa... haa... haah..."

I looked down at Renka, who was panting so hard her tongue was slightly poking out. Letting out a hot, ragged breath of my own, I didn't even wait for the aftershocks of her orgasm to fade before I pulled my hips back and slammed into her again with everything I had.

Smack!

"Hiiiek...!"

If Renka kept reacting like this, I felt like I could keep going forever.