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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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This was unnerving.
The outfit, the pose, but especially Matsuda’s smile… it was all unnerving.
‘He’s… he’s seriously into this, isn’t he…?’
He enjoyed tying someone’s arms up, putting a collar on them, and treating them like a dog? Even if this was a kink of his, wasn’t this a bit much?
And why was she so readily playing along with this cosplay? The moment she saw the maid outfit, she had been furious and ready to pummel Matsuda to a pulp, but… after a brief exchange, here she was, sitting quietly in the outfit.
And that gaze, scrutinizing her body… it felt perverted, embarrassing, and yet… strangely satisfying. Why?
‘What am I even thinking…?’
Was she actually enjoying his gaze? That was absurd.
When would these 20 minutes be over? Time seemed to be crawling.
He was incredibly handsome when he smiled… so refreshing…
Wasn’t it unfair that he had such a pleasant outward appearance when his insides were so twisted?
As she was thinking this,
*tug*
She felt a slight pull on her collar and frowned.
“Hey…! What are you doing…!”
“Oh, sorry. I wanted a closer look.”
“Do you want me to punch you or something? Stop it…”
Matsuda pulled his chair closer. If he couldn’t bring her closer, he would go to her. He truly was a man driven by his desires.
Renka chuckled and fidgeted with the strap of her maid outfit.
“You bought this with the straps intentionally loose, didn’t you…?”
“What?”
“The straps… they keep slipping…”
“I didn’t know they would be like this. And if I had planned it, I wouldn’t have fixed your strap when it slipped earlier. There was nothing about the straps in the online reviews…”
“Really…? I guess I’ll believe you.”
“Yes. But… never mind. It’s nothing.”
“What is it? Don’t be vague and tell me straight. Don’t annoy me.”
“Well… I thought this size would fit perfectly, but maybe I should have bought one size smaller.”
“So you’re saying you bought a bigger size on purpose! That’s clearly intentional…”
Renka was about to yell at him… until she noticed Matsuda’s gaze fixed on her chest and flinched. She was about to scold him for staring when she paused. His eyes seemed to be scrutinizing something.
‘Why is he looking at me like that…? That pervert…’
She wondered if he was trying to find some flaw, and then it hit her.
“Hey!! Are you thinking that my breasts are small, and that’s why the straps are slipping!?”
“What are you talking about? I never said anything like that.”
Renka snapped back to reality at Matsuda’s bewildered expression. She had just yelled at him out of the blue… why? She had just shot herself in the foot. She was pathetic.
“Besides, they’re not that small. You’re just being self-conscious.”
Matsuda’s teasing voice made Renka flush with embarrassment.
“Shut up…!”
“Your face is so red.”
“Shut up! I said shut up!”
“Alright. I’ll just look.”
Renka was annoyed by Matsuda’s persistent teasing, but she bit her lip and fidgeted with the bedsheet.
‘This is ridiculous…’
She was embarrassed that she had brought up her breasts. Sure, Matsuda had provoked her, and she had fallen for it, but she normally never talked about these things… The strange atmosphere in the room, coupled with the feeling that Matsuda was looking down on her chest, had made her lash out.
This was mortifying.
“H-how much time has… gasp!”
Renka, who had been silent for a while, looked up to ask about the time and flinched. Matsuda’s face was much closer now. Looking at his clean-cut, handsome features, she thought he was quite attractive… despite his twisted personality.
“…Stop staring…”
“You want me to close my eyes too? That’s a bit much…”
“I asked how much time has passed…”
“You told me to shut up.”
“You can tell me that much…”
“Five minutes have passed.”
Matsuda even showed her the stopwatch. Renka felt a wave of dizziness as she confirmed his words. It felt like 15 minutes had passed, but it had only been five. How was she supposed to endure another 15 minutes?
“Sigh…”
“What? Feeling hopeless?”
“No… just uncomfortable…”
“What’s uncomfortable? The handcuffs?”
“The handcuffs, and… the collar is making my neck stiff…”
“Really? Hold on.”
Matsuda scratched his head and, without warning, reached behind Renka’s neck. His large hand enveloped her nape. Renka flinched and tried to push his arm away, but
*press… press…*
He began to massage her neck with just the right amount of pressure, and she quieted down. It wasn’t that the massage felt good; it was that her arms were restrained, and she knew Matsuda would find fault with her if she continued to struggle.
Renka tried to convince herself that it was a good thing that she was the one indulging Matsuda’s twisted desires. The thought of him inflicting this on someone else was horrifying.
‘Wait, why am I even thinking this?’
This was the mindset of a submissive slave. Had she finally lost it? Why was she giving in? She needed to snap out of it.
“Captain.”
Matsuda’s voice, close to her ear, called out. His deep, pleasant voice made Renka open her eyes.
“What…”
“Just checking in.”
“…Crazy bastard.”
“Aren’t you being a bit too mean these days?”
“You’re the one making me mean… Oh, right… Hey.”
“Yes?”
“Are you going to participate in the winter tournament?”
“Winter tournament? Kendo?”
“Yeah. The team competition. Five members…”
“Really?”
Matsuda’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a sly smile. He looked like he was plotting something. Renka, filled with both anxiety and curiosity, asked,
“What…? Why are you making that face?”
“Nothing… well… I wasn’t really planning on participating…”
“But?”
“What will you do for me if I participate?”
There it was. She knew there had to be a catch.
“Do for you? I was just asking for your own good, thinking you might be getting into kendo. But this is how you respond?”
“Learning from Master is enough for me. And I’ll participate if Master asks me to, so don’t worry.”
“So you’re not even going to consider what I say? You’ll only listen to Chinami?”
“You only asked if I was going to participate.”
“That’s true, but…”
“You seem disappointed.”
“Wh-what are you talking about…! I’m not disappointed…! And get your face away from me…! What are you doing…!”
“I’m giving you a massage. Be a good girl and stay still.”
He spoke to her like she was a child. Renka was about to argue but decided against it. Getting angry would only play into Matsuda’s hands. It was better to endure it until the time was up. As she was trying to compose herself,
“Feeling better now? That’s all for the massage.”
Matsuda removed his hand from her neck and sat back in his chair. Renka scoffed.
“Whatever…”
“But, Captain….”
“What.”
“Don’t you want to do this again sometime?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. This is a one-time thing.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.”
Did he think she would be swayed by that? What was so enjoyable about being treated like a toy? Seeing him sitting there so comfortably made her blood boil. She was mentally and physically exhausted, and he didn’t even offer her a drink… He was so inconsiderate. Do this again? Absolutely not.
Renka cursed Matsuda under her breath, turning her head slightly and watching him out of the corner of her eye as she waited for the time to pass.
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The maid outfit lay discarded on the bed. I glanced at Renka, who had just changed back into her clothes, and casually remarked,
“Why did you throw it on the bed like that?”
“This thing was so cheap you might as well throw it away.”
“Cheap? I paid a lot for that.”
“You’ve seen how bad those straps were, and you say you paid a lot? I’m sorry, but you got ripped off.”
“After what you said past your small strap incident, I don’t think the straps being how they were was such a bad thing after all.”
I subtly brought up the topic of her breasts, and Renka gritted her teeth.
“Shut up and let’s get out of here. I’m going to go crazy if I stay here a second longer.”
She was suggesting we leave together? Renka… she had come a long way, considering how annoyed she was acting earlier, but secretly enjoying it. She shouldn’t feel so insecure about her breasts. They were smaller than Miyuki’s or Chinami’s, but compared to the average person, they were a decent size, and I liked that I could cup them in my hand.
I nodded, picked up the maid outfit Renka had discarded, and draped it over my arm. As we were about to leave,
“Hey…! Wait… give that to me.”
Renka strode over and held out her hand.
“What?”
“The maid outfit… give it to me.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you doing anything weird with it.”
“Weird?”
“J-just give it to me…! I’ll hand-wash it.”
I was puzzled by her sudden request, but then I noticed the embarrassment on her face and realized what she meant. She was worried I would use it for… something inappropriate.
Shouldn’t she realize by now that she was one being lewd here, not me? Of course, I had been rather forward with my desires lately, so her reaction was understandable, but… it was still amusing.
I couldn’t refuse her after she had gone through the trouble of imagining such a scenario, could I?
I smiled knowingly, and Renka, unnerved by my sudden grin, held the maid outfit out to me.
“Gah!”
She snatched it back, as if it had burned her, and stuffed it into her bag. Then, she pointed at me accusingly.
“I-I knew it! You pervert! You’re trash!”
Why did she look so adorable when she was yelling at me in frustration? It only made me want to push her down and have my way with her right then and there.
I burst out laughing, then abruptly stopped, my expression turning serious. Renka flinched and took a step back. I called out to her,
“Captain.”
“W-what…!”
“I’m suddenly feeling very fond of you.”
Renka’s jaw dropped. She clearly hadn’t expected to hear that. She had a big mouth. I looked forward to that coming in handy later.
I patted her shoulder as she stood there speechless.
“Let’s go. I’ll take you home.”
“…Wait… what did you just say…?”
“I meant I like you as a fellow kendo club member, and as a club manager, so don’t misunderstand. Your tendency to jump to strange conclusions is a problem.”
“Wh-what misunderstanding! I wasn’t thinking anything like that…!”
Renka was back to being angry. I shrugged and brushed past her, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. I gestured for her to follow.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you coming?”
“I’m coming…! I’m coming, alright…!”
She hurried after me, finally snapping out of it. I wanted to continue teasing her, but I decided to restrain myself. I would have plenty of opportunities later.
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Thanks Neko!
Thanks for the chappie neko!