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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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“Chinami… are you in here?”
“Yes, of course. Is something the matter?”
“No… just checking on you.”
“You said the same thing 15 minutes ago.”
“Sorry. I’ll be going now.”
After the pointless exchange, Renka closed the storage room door. Ever since that incident, up until today, Friday, she’d been constantly checking on Chinami and me whenever we went somewhere else. It was ridiculous, like she was a stalker. If she was so worried, she should just take Chinami with her to do manager duties.
“Renka’s been very worried this week. Yesterday, and the day before…”
Chinami muttered to herself, shaking her head in puzzlement. I moved closer to her and chimed in.
“I know, right? Why is she acting like that?”
“I think I know, but…”
Chinami trailed off, glancing at me before quickly looking away as our eyes met. She pretended to wipe her bogu and continued,
“The bogu is in great condition today… Hmm hmm… I think the club members took good care of it.”
“Maybe it’s because we cleaned it so well yesterday?”
“…Of course, that probably had some influence. By the way, isn’t the weather lovely today?”
It was cute how she abruptly changed the subject to the weather.
“It is. But Master,”
“Yes?”
“Why do you keep wiping the same spot?”
“When did I? I’ve been wiping it evenly. It seems you do really need to see an ophthalmologist, Matsuda-kouhai.”
Chinami was playing innocent as usual. I decided to let it go before she got upset.
“Club activities are almost over, so I’ll go finish up.”
“Yes, thank you for your hard work.”
I left the storage room and picked up a box filled with empty plastic bottles and cans. The sudden warm weather and the light sparring session had resulted in a lot of water being consumed. I suddenly wondered which of these bottles Renka had drunk from.
“Hey…!”
I was sorting the recycling outside the clubroom when I heard a slightly hesitant voice behind me. I turned to see Renka walking towards me, arms crossed. I gave her an indifferent look and replied,
“What?”
She glanced around to see if anyone was nearby before asking,
“Are you really going to call me tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“What time?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet.”
“Then send me the exact time later today.”
“Are you ordering me around?”
“…That’s not what I meant.”
Renka’s tone became slightly more polite. As the day approached, she seemed determined not to provoke me, probably to avoid anything too extreme. I could see right through her.
“Just wait and see.”
“Can you at least tell me when it’ll be over?”
“Why?”
“Just… so I can prepare myself mentally…”
I dumped the remaining plastic bottles into the recycling bin, folded the empty box, and tossed it into the paper bin. Then, I dusted off my hands and looked down at Renka.
“I’ll decide after seeing your attitude tomorrow.”
“What does that mean? If I’m obedient, you’ll let me go early?”
She was even saying things like that directly now… She’d come a long way. I nodded in satisfaction.
“Probably.”
“I’d appreciate a definite answer… Stop playing word games…”
“If you’re obedient, I’ll let you go early. Happy?”
Renka’s face brightened slightly.
“Fine. I’ll be going.”
She wasn’t cautious enough. She should have asked until when I would let her go. And how could she promise to be obedient without knowing what I would ask of her? It would be her fault if she backtracked later.
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“Hello, Matsuda-kun. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Midori greeted me with a bright smile. I bowed my head slightly and replied,
“Hello, Midori-san. How have you been?”
“I’ve been well. Come in, it’s cold out.”
“Thank you.”
I took off my shoes and stepped inside. A savory aroma filled the air, making my nose twitch. Was it sukiyaki today? It smelled like it.
After greeting Wataru, I went to wash my hands. When I returned to the kitchen, a feast was already laid out on the table. The main dish was sukiyaki, as expected, and it was surrounded by sushi, tempura, and all sorts of other delicacies. Looking at the spread, a thought suddenly crossed my mind. I imagined waking up and seeing Miyuki and Midori in the kitchen, preparing a meal for me. Not here, but in my house, both of them wearing aprons…
It was a pleasant image. Arousing, even.
“Hello, Kana.”
I sat down at the table and waved to Kana, whom I hadn’t seen in a while. She had been staring at me, and she replied,
“Hi.”
Her wide eyes suggested she was recalling the incident where I pretended not to notice while touching her waist. Smiling mischievously, I said,
“How have you been? Still imitating Miyuki’s voice?”
“Nah. No one’s falling for it anymore, so why would I?”
She was surprisingly calm. Typical Kana. She was the type of character who could spice things up if she were at my place.
‘Hey, any chance you’d be interested in cooking with your mom and sister?’
I swallowed those words and picked up my chopsticks after Wataru, seated at the head of the table, told us to begin.
And so, the meal began.
As I ate and chatted with Midori and Wataru, I glanced at Miyuki, who was eating daintily. When Kana gave her a mischievous grin, I knew something was coming.
“Not talking about Matsuda-kun today?”
Kana teased Miyuki with a playful tone. Miyuki’s shoulders visibly tensed, and she frowned.
“Wh-what are you talking about…! When did I ever talk about Matsuda-kun…”
“Why are you so flustered? You always brag about what you did with Matsuda-kun.”
“Brag?! Don’t be ridiculous…! Just eat…!”
Miyuki grabbed a piece of egg sushi irritably and shoved it into her mouth. It was the kind of sushi you’d normally chomp on, but she was trying to maintain a ladylike composure, conscious of my presence. It was amusing.
Judging by the situation, it seemed that Midori, Kana, and even Wataru were aware of the relationship between Miyuki and me. Only Miyuki was oblivious. Or perhaps she knew but was too embarrassed to acknowledge it.
After Kana’s little teasing episode, I took the fruit Midori had prepared and headed to Miyuki’s room. Her room was the same as always, filled with the strong scent of plums and neatly organized. Even though I’d been here several times, it always felt new.
And irritating. Tetsuya’s presence still lingered. It was like a dog had taken a crap in a perfectly clean room.
I placed the bowl of fruit on Miyuki’s desk. When she urged me to start studying, I pointed at the ceiling.
“Let’s take those down.”
Miyuki looked up at the glow-in-the-dark stickers on the ceiling and tilted her head.
“Why?”
“It feels like Miura is watching you.”
“…”
Miyuki was speechless for a moment before covering her mouth and giggling. She seemed to think I was jealous.
“Does that even make sense…? Are you saying there’s a camera in there or something?”
“Anyway, let’s take them down. I’ll do it.”
“Why are you so insistent…? It’s been there for over ten years, so I’ve grown attached to them… Besides, if we take them off, the wallpaper might rip.”
“I’ll be careful. And we’ll replace it with something better.”
“With what?”
“We can choose something together later.”
“Hmm… I’ll think about it.”
I stepped closer to Miyuki, who was giving me a lukewarm response.
“Why are you acting like this already…? Let’s study first…”
Did she think I was going to make a move on her? Why would she say that? ‘Let’s study first…’ made it sound like it would be okay afterwards.
“I’ll consider it.”
“…Why are you so obsessed with this…? Is it that important…?”
“Yes. It’s important.”
“Fine, fine… I’ll consider it… So sit down already…”
Giving in, Miyuki patted the empty chair. Maybe I should just re-wallpaper the entire ceiling instead of just removing the stickers.
I sat down obediently.
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The next morning…
I woke up early, briefly spoke with Miyuki, who said she was going out, and drove to the love hotel.
I bought some snacks at a nearby convenience store, entered the hotel, and went to the room I had booked for a few days. The first thing that caught my eye was a pair of handcuffs on the living room shelf. Next to them were a vibrator, a ball gag, and a flogger. There was even a full-body harness and a spreader bar…
It was well-equipped, but Renka would probably be overwhelmed if she saw all of this stuff. I wanted a soft room… Was this the standard in this world? It was eye-opening.
I entered the prison-themed bedroom and looked around in admiration. Then, I noticed something on the floor next to the large queen-sized bed and smiled knowingly. They had prepared everything perfectly. I was very satisfied.
I sat down on the plush bed, picked up my phone, and called Renka.
-Hello.
Unlike last time, she answered quickly. Her slightly breathless voice suggested she had been exercising.
“Where are you?”
-Outside.
“I’ll send you the location. Come here right now.”
-Right now…? I’m in the middle of exercising…?
She was diligent, exercising at 7:30 in the morning.
“So?”
-…I’ll come after I’m done.
“No. Come now. The location is the same as last time, but I’ll send it again just in case.”
-That… hotel again…?
“Yes. Fifth floor.”
-It’s a different floor than last time.
She remembered the room number from last time? Renka… she was more interested in me than I thought.
“That’s right. How long will it take you?”
-…Are you serious about me coming now?
“Yes.”
-…About 20 minutes…
She sounded resigned. Just hearing her voice was making me hard. Right, she had to be obedient to be let go early.
“Alright. I’ll wait for you at the entrance.”
-Okay…
I hung up. I was about to go wait for Renka in the lobby when I noticed a blindfold on the shelf and my eyes lit up. Perfect.
I took the blindfold, sat down on the lobby sofa, and passed the time on my phone.
*whirr*
The automatic doors slid open, and Renka entered, wearing a windbreaker. I stood up.
“You’re here?”
“…”
Renka glanced around the lobby and nodded curtly. She seemed nervous, given the location. I chuckled and, at her urging to hurry up and avoid being seen, I joined her in the elevator.
When we reached the room, I turned to Renka and offered her the blindfold.
“Put this on.”
“…This is a blindfold, isn’t it…?”
“Yes.”
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Ohh kinky 😏