Chapter 522

"Hah... Hah..."

Renka's chest heaved as she panted for breath.

Her police uniform was already soaked with sweat.

My sweat hadn't yet soaked into her slick skirt; I could see it forming round beads that rolled back and forth.

Stopping all movement to force down the surging urge to ejaculate, I covered Renka's exhausted lips with my own.

"Mmph..."

Renka obediently accepted my tongue, extending her own to intertwine with mine.

Such a good attitude. That's more like a slave.

Enjoying the kiss with fond approval, I stroked Renka's hair as she gazed with hazy eyes at the thread of saliva connecting our lips.

Then, I prepared to move my lower body again.

"W-Wait a second... Matsuda..."

Renka called out to me in a weak voice.

"What."

When I looked down at her, silently asking what she wanted, she unconsciously stuck out her tongue to lick the saliva from her lips, then weakly pointed to her handcuffed wrists.

"My wrists... hurt..."

"Do they hurt a lot?"

"Yeah... They hurt a lot..."

Her answer was dripping with cutesy charm.

She had suddenly become extremely obedient. Though she looked drained from the grueling sex, it was all an act.

If I fell for it and took off the cuffs, she'd curse me out as if she'd never acted cute in her life.

She might even try to hit me outright.

"Say, 'It hurts, sir.'"

"..."

"If you don't, I won't take them off."

"U-Um... It hurts, sir..."

To think she would so readily use the polite speech she hated so much... This was unexpected.

Could it be that she was actually hurting?

Right as that thought crossed my mind, she added, "It hurts a lot... Mas..."

Renka froze right before uttering the unnecessary title.

At the same time, the fierce sound of her grinding teeth reached my ears.

She must have been terribly embarrassed about almost calling me 'master' of her own accord.

Seeing through her scheming, I smirked and said, "Why are you acting? It's not even working."

"I'm not...! N-No, I'm not...!"

"Don't give me that when you're grinding your teeth. Even a kid wouldn't fall for that."

"...Y-You fucking bastard...! I'm going to kill you no matter what...!"

Isn't it a bit too early to reveal your true colors?

Our Renka needs to work on her acting.

I'd almost fallen for it earlier. With a bit more polish, she might actually trick me.

"Use polite speech! Stop talking casually to me! Say you're sorry! This is your last warning...!!"

Though I felt a bit sorry for Renka as she squeezed out her remaining strength to yell at me, it only turned me on more.

Shrugging off her thrashing, I drove my pelvis forward, sinking my cock—which had only been in up to the head—all the way deep inside her.

Squelch...!

"Ahk...!"

Once, twice, three times, and then a fourth...

My cock hadn't gone soft even after ejaculating, and I ruthlessly pumped in and out of Renka without a single moment's rest.

Having endured four rounds of me coming inside her, Renka's body was completely limp.

She had resisted intermittently through the second round, but from the third onward, she merely panted and accepted her fate.

Even so, her tongue remained as sharp as ever.

"My wrists sting... see if they're cut..."

As I caught my breath to recover some stamina, her request reached me. I cast a casual glance at the headrest and nodded.

"They aren't."

"How do you know when you didn't even look...!"

"I know because I looked."

"You didn't look...! You just pretended to look...!"

"I looked, so shut up."

"Asshole..."

"Yeah, yeah."

"I'm not joking, it really stings... I'll be good if you untie me... Ah...!"

Renka let out a sudden, pained moan as one of her eyes screwed shut.

It happened right after she shifted her wrist.

It didn't look like much, but it seemed to genuinely hurt.

Since her cry was instinctive rather than an act, I decided to untie her hands.

Click.

I deliberately used the key to unlock the cuffs. Renka let out a sigh of relief, stroking her slightly reddened wrists as she poured her resentment out on me.

"You're going way too far..."

Placing the key on the table, I lay down next to her, pulled her into my arms, and apologized.

"I'm sorry."

"A-Again... switching to polite speech the moment you're at a disadvantage..."

"It's better than not doing it at all."

"..."

"Let's rest a bit before going again."

"O-Okay..."

She nodded, smoothing down her skirt, which had rolled up to her stomach.

Wiping her semen-stained hands on the blanket to quickly clean herself up, she wriggled in my embrace.

It didn't look like she was trying to find a comfortable spot the way Miyuki would.

She was definitely plotting something; I decided to play along.

"I-I need to go to the bathroom, can you move your arm...?"

Closing her eyes and relaxing her body, Renka asked me that, seizing the opportunity.

I agreed, and she cautiously lifted my arm over my head near the headrest.

Then, slipping out of bed with a rustle, she snatched something up incredibly fast.

What happened next was so pathetic that a laugh naturally slipped from my lips.

Click.

Quickly snapping a handcuff around my wrist, she pulled with all her might and hooked the other cuff onto the ring of the headrest.

"What are you doing right now?"

When I let out a dry, dumbfounded laugh and rattled my cuffed arm, Renka gave a triumphant snort.

"I'm going to wash up, leave, and come back in an hour... If you haven't reflected on your actions by then, you can stay like this by yourself until checkout. Haa... I'm exhausted... This is all your fault... Damn it... Anyway, aren't you curious what the cleaning lady or the Hotel staff will think when they see you? If you don't want to be humiliated..."

Click.

"Huh...?"

Renka, who had been trying to humiliate me, let her mouth drop wide open.

Because the moment I pressed the tiny button right next to the keyhole, the cuffs unlocked on their own.

As I effortlessly freed my arm and grinned, Renka stared blankly before her face flushed deep red.

"Y-You...!"

Clenching her fists and trembling all over, she looked thoroughly humiliated.

Stalking up to her, I asked mockingly, "What did you just say to me?"

"..."

"The cleaning lady? The Hotel staff?"

"D-Don't come near me...! Stay away...!! Eek...!"

Trying to back away, Renka was yanked down by me, collapsing flat onto the bed.

As she quickly tried to scramble up, I spread my legs, pressed down hard on either side of her tightly clamped knees, and repeated, "I asked what you said."

"...I-I'm sorry..."

"You're sorry?"

"Yeah...! I won't do it again...!"

"You shouldn't have done it in the first place."

"I said I wouldn't do it again...! Let me off...!"

Seeing Renka pleading for mercy with moist eyes, I felt like letting her off just this once.

However, because of the very real stunt she'd just pulled, I couldn't.

If she had just pretended to leave and then come right back to unlock me, I would have generously overlooked it.

But I saw real intent in her actions. She genuinely tried to screw me over.

Under those circumstances, I had no choice but to punish her, did I?

Letting it slide wouldn't be good for her education, either.

Did she sense my intentions?

Clutching fiercely at my hips, Renka frantically rubbed her face against my stomach.

Then she looked up at me with tear-filled eyes.

"I-I like you..."

Hmm. Hearing that after so long made my heart flutter a bit, but since it was obviously a confession just to get out of trouble, it only made me want to tack on an extra penalty for insolence.

"Not buying it."

"...I'll give you a kiss...!"

Now that's a bit tempting.

I hadn't expected her to offer something like that at all; she must be terrified of my punishment.

"Go ahead, then."

When I freed her legs, her gaze darted toward the room where she had changed clothes.

Judging by how she was measuring the distance, she seemed to be calculating whether she could run in there and barricade herself.

It seemed she still hadn't given up; should I just punish her now?

As I looked down at her with that thought, she mumbled, "I-I'll do it..."

Muttering in a deeply embarrassed tone, she slowly sat up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and puckered her lips.

Then, with soft smacking sounds, she pressed kisses to my lips, cheeks, and neck.

She'd given up on running, huh. Well, completely exhausted as she was, she wouldn't have had the energy anyway.

Even though she was only doing it to avoid punishment, I could feel genuine sincerity from her.

Since it had come to this, I would just have to ravish her for the rest of the day.

Otherwise, I didn't think I'd be satisfied.

After soaking up her affectionate display for a long while, I pushed against her shoulders just as she looked up at me to ask if that was enough.

Push.

"Ah...!"

Startled, Renka's brow furrowed.

"What are you doing...! I took my punishment...! If you didn't like it, you should have said so...! Then I would have..."

Didn't like it? Not at all.

On the contrary, it felt amazing.

It wasn't her fault things ended up this way.

If I had to place blame, it was on her for being overwhelmingly adorable.

Instead of acting just a little cute, she made my heart race wildly, escalating the situation.

On top of that, she even pulled the adorable stunt of handcuffing her master—how could I possibly hold back?

"Why do you keep doing things that won't be forgiven?"

"...S-Sorry. I won't do it again..."

"Didn't you just tell me a moment ago that you wouldn't do it again?"

"I'll let you talk casually to me for today...! Okay...?"

What country's negotiation tactic was this?

If she tried to make deals like that, she'd have gone extinct hundreds of times over.

"No."

"If we do more, I might actually die...!"

"Earlier you said you were going to kill me, now you're the one dying?"

"I might die from exhaustion...! I'm really..."

Swish...

When I stroked the outside of her sweat-drenched stockings with a lewd touch, Renka's mouth clamped shut.

As my hands moved up to her slippery skirt and damp waist, my lower body began to respond again.

"Hut...!"

Renka flinched as I gently smoothed the hair at her temples.

Roughly tidying her disheveled hair, I shoved her back onto the bed and pressed my cock—which had gone completely hard again—right against her.

"N-No way...! Get that away...!"

Why did she look so bewitching as she waved her hands frantically to refuse?

She's always doing things that turn me on, so how could I possibly stop?

This is something you brought upon yourself.