How To Ruin A Love Comedy – Chapter 146

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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The next evening….

After dropping off Miyuki as usual, I drove to Renka’s house and found her waiting patiently by the gate, holding an umbrella. She was wearing a drab tracksuit. She must have chosen comfortable clothes since she had no other plans, which was slightly disappointing.

I carefully maneuvered the car to avoid splashing her with rainwater and unlocked the doors. Renka opened the passenger door, shook the water off her umbrella, and got in without a word.

“Hello, captain.”

“…”

“No greeting?”

“Just drive.”

“Hello…”

“…”

“Hello…”

“Hello! Happy now!?”

After repeated prompting, Renka finally yelled a greeting, feigning annoyance. I chuckled at her tsundere act and started the car.

We arrived at the love hotel, received our key card, and waited for the elevator. Just then, the doors opened, and a couple emerged, clearly having just finished their business.

As soon as Renka saw them, she instinctively tried to hide behind me, seemingly embarrassed. Running into another couple in a love hotel was awkward, after all.

“Are you okay?”

I asked as we stepped into the elevator. Renka snapped back to reality and moved slightly away from me.

“What…?”

“Nothing. Let’s go.”

“…Annoying…”

We went to the same room as before. Renka sighed, looking disheartened at being back here. I pointed to the small side room with the cage.

“It’s better for both of us if we get this over with quickly, right? Let’s get started. Go change in there.”

“Ugh… It’s only thirty minutes, right?”

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

Renka trudged into the side room, shoulders slumped. A moment later,

“You bastard!”

A loud curse echoed from the room. I expected as much. I’d have to be even more shameless to make her wear it.

“What? Is there something wrong?”

“Wrong…? See for yourself! Is there nothing wrong!?”

Renka stomped over and thrust the cosplay outfit at me. It was a maid outfit – a skimpy one, with a short skirt and a revealing top that exposed nearly half of her breasts.

“You said it would be a normal cosplay! Is this what you consider normal!?”

Her clenched fists demanded an answer. I sat down on the bed and replied,

“This is normal enough, isn’t it? Plenty of people cosplay as maids for Halloween. And there are maid cafes everywhere.”

“Bunny girls and nurses are the popular ones for Halloween! Not maids! And maid cafe outfits aren’t revealing! But this…”

Renka trailed off, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly. Then, she pointed at the bust area of the costume with a slender finger.

“You said it wouldn’t expose my breasts or genitals! This shows my breasts!”

“Breasts, as in… not the whole thing, but a specific point…”

“What are you even talking about…?”

Renka was about to argue, her brow furrowed, when her mouth snapped shut. She realized I was talking about her nipples. I took advantage of her silence and, looking directly at her increasingly red face, continued,

“With this type of cosplay, a little cleavage is unavoidable. It doesn’t reveal any other sensitive areas, does it?”

“Don’t give me that…! This outfit is practically designed for exposure…! I won’t accept this. It’s way too lewd. I’m not wearing it. And I’m going to beat you up.”

“Alright. I anticipated this reaction… Let’s go with the other cosplay.”

“…You brought two?”

“Yes. Just a moment.”

I stood, retrieved the other outfit and accessories from the closet, and laid them out on the bed.

“…”

Renka was speechless. She closed her eyes as if to express her utter despair. I had presented her with the magical girl costume from a popular recent anime.

It was a long dress with a voluminous skirt, a ribbon and an oval-shaped crystal on the chest, long white boots, opera gloves, and a magic wand with a gold star at the tip. It was incredibly childish, even for an anime lover like Renka.

“If you don’t like the maid outfit, you can wear this.”

“…”

“You have to say the lines too. ‘By the power of the stars, I will uphold justice…'”

“Shut up… That’s creepy…”

“This one doesn’t reveal any skin, right? It perfectly fulfills the conditions.”

“No way…! This one isn’t normal either…”

It was amusing how desperately she was trying to argue about what was “normal.”

“Lots of adults watch that anime. Even you, a self-proclaimed anime hater, recognized it immediately. I’d say it’s normal enough.”

“Wh-who’s an anime hater…? I just don’t watch it much…”

“Didn’t you say you didn’t like it last time? Whatever. Just wear it. I have a picture of the pose, but to put it simply, you lift one leg back, make a V-sign with your fingers, and wink…”

“Stop! I don’t want to hear any more…! I’m absolutely not doing it…”

She shook her head vehemently. Wearing that seemed worse than death to her. Or rather, wearing it in front of me seemed worse than death.

“It’s a promise; you have to.”

“Are you really that much into this kind of thing?”

“Yes. It’s my secret, and you’re the only one who knows.”

“…It’s obvious you chose that magical girl outfit just to force me to pick the maid outfit. You’re too manipulative.”

“It’s true.”

“Damn nerd…”

You’re a nerd too.

Was this a case of nerds attacking each other? How sad.

“Thank you for the compliment. If you really don’t like either of these, I’ll consider a bunny girl or nurse outfit for next time. A cat outfit wouldn’t be bad either.”

“There’s not going to be a next time!”

“Fine. Just wear something.”

“…This is insane…!”

Renka stamped her foot in frustration. Her exasperation was clear. After fuming for a moment, her gaze shifted from the magical girl outfit back to the maid outfit.

“I just have to wear that…?”

It seemed she was begrudgingly choosing the maid outfit. It was less humiliating than the magical girl outfit, at least. Good choice.

I smiled.

“Just wear that and two accessories.”

“Accessories…? What accessories…?”

“They were on the shelf next to the hanger. Didn’t you see them?”

Renka glanced at the shelf. She paused, as if deep in thought.

“D-don’t tell me…”

She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, realizing what was there.

“Yes. Those.”

“You crazy bastard…! Just wearing the maid outfit is enough!”

“No, it’s not. Cosplays have themes. The theme this time is a captured slave… so you have to wear those too.”

“You insane bastard! Die!”

“Nah, I have a long life ahead of me. So, magical girl or maid?”

I asked, smirking. Renka’s fists clenched, trembling as if she wanted to punch me. I understood how she felt. It must be frustrating to choose between two awful options. But she had to endure it. This was part of her training as a slave.

“Ugh… you have the worst taste…”

Renka sighed in exasperation. After agonizing for what seemed like an eternity, she finally said,

“How about this? I admit it’s partly my fault for not checking the props, so if you wear them as well, I’ll reduce the time to twenty minutes.”

She considered my offer. Then, seeing an opportunity, she countered,

“Fifteen minutes.”

Only a five-minute difference. I could have accepted, but I wouldn’t. I wanted to instill in her the mindset that I was the one in control, the one who decided when to be merciful or to negotiate.

“Twenty minutes. Or we can reschedule.”

Renka bit her lip at the mention of rescheduling. She wanted to get this over with today, didn’t she? The more we argued, the more frustrated she became. So she should be satisfied with 20 minutes. I had already reduced it by 10 minutes.

“…Twenty minutes as soon as I come out?”

As expected, Renka seemed to be giving in. I showed her the stopwatch on my phone.

“…”

With a look of utter disgust, she accepted my terms.

“Fine. I’ll wear the maid outfit. And no more arguing.”

“Of course. I’ll start the timer as soon as you come out.”

“Okay… I’m going to change now…?”

“Yes. I’ll be waiting.”

Renka trudged towards the side room, shooting me several glares along the way. After she slammed the door shut, I quickly tidied the bed.

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A considerable amount of time passed before Renka finally emerged. My eyes widened at the sight of her. She was wearing the maid outfit… over her bare skin. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

‘Well, well…?’

Even though the maid outfit was revealing, I had planned on letting her wear underwear. It would have given her some semblance of modesty and would have been more arousing for me. I was prepared to overlook it if she wore the outfit over her underwear, but this… I hadn’t anticipated this.

Had she reached a point where she was enjoying this? Or was she trying to avoid any further arguments by going all in?

As I was thinking this, Renka gestured at the stopwatch with her chin, her voice thick with embarrassment.

“S-start the timer…”

I snapped out of my thoughts, started the stopwatch, placed my phone on the table I had moved earlier, and looked back at Renka. She was clutching one wrist with her other hand, arms crossed defensively. Did she realize this pose only accentuated her cleavage?

Could it be that she isn’t wearing panties either?

No, no way.

“You look beautiful.”

Renka flinched at my sincere compliment and gritted her teeth.

“…Shut up…”

“As you wish.”

I went to the side room and retrieved the accessories: a leather collar and handcuffs. Renka glared at me.

“Pervert…”

“I’m getting used to you calling me that now. Want to sit on the bed? I’ll put these on you.”

“I-I can do it myself…”

“It’ll be hard to do alone. Just sit on the bed.”

Perhaps resigned to obeying me for the next 20 minutes, Renka sighed and sat on the bed, knees bent and legs spread slightly. She probably sat like that to avoid exposing herself if she sat normally… but it only made her look more alluring.

She was a natural seductress. That’s why I was so drawn to her.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

“W-will it hurt…?”

“No. Just in case I accidentally pinch your skin.”

“…”

“Put your hands together… That’s it. Good girl.”

“Don’t treat me like a dog… Just put them on…”

“There. The handcuffs are on. Are they too tight? Uncomfortable?”

“They’re fine… Why are you suddenly being all nice…!”

Couldn’t she feel a shred of gratitude towards her master for trying to make her comfortable? So ungrateful. I’d have to punish her with my cock later.

“Ugh… how did my life come to this…”

Renka grumbled, fiddling with her handcuffed wrists. I smiled gently at her, and she flinched, looking down.

“Should I put the collar on now?”

“…Do what you want… I don’t have a choice anyway…”

That’s the spirit. I hoped she would maintain this attitude.

I nodded in satisfaction, slipped my hand behind Renka’s neck, gently lifted her hair, and fastened the collar.

“Hmph…”

She inhaled sharply, and the scent of blueberries filled the air, tickling my nose. Was this the first time our faces were this close? My heart was pounding. I hoped she felt the same.

After securing the collar around her delicate neck, I gently tugged on the red leash and straightened up. Renka’s gaze followed my movement, and our eyes met. Her expression had softened. A faint blush dusted her cheeks; she seemed embarrassed by our close proximity.

The combination of her lingering defiance, her slightly pouting lips, her tilted head, and the slipping strap of her maid outfit… was perfect. Especially her flustered expression, that blend of embarrassment and resistance, was incredibly arousing.

She seemed uncomfortable under my intense gaze, turning her head slightly and muttering a complaint.

“Wh-what are you staring at… Why are you pulling on the leash… So annoying… Gasp!”

She suddenly tensed, holding her breath as my hand reached for her shoulder. Before she could misunderstand, I quickly adjusted the strap of her maid outfit, pulling it back into place. Then, I crouched down in front of her.

“That almost slipped off. No thank you?”

“…”

“Alright. So feisty…”

I grinned at her sulky expression, let the leash dangle, and sat on the sofa I had placed in front of the bed. Then, I continued to stare at Renka, who sat motionless on the bed.

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