Chapter 251 – Going to a Hotel With a Slave
“What are you doing now?”
Next day.
At my words as I glanced at Lenka in her car, she shrugged her shoulders.
“What.”
Wearing her baggy gray joker pants and a loose hoodie of the same color, Lenka was staring at me with her elated face.
Looking at her appearance, I knew at once that she was deliberately ignoring my words to wear a skirt.
This is why you shouldn’t be nice to slaves.
You know the owner’s order as Hogu because he takes care of the situation every time, right?
I said, spitting out her nose as if she didn’t like it.
“Please change and come.”
“Why.”
“You must have told me to wear a skirt?”
“There is no reason why I should listen to you.”
“So, are you going to go like this?”
“It will.”
Len Ka, who was staring at her proudly with her arms crossed, suddenly began to pull something out of her shopping bag that she had brought with her.
“What are you bringing out?”
“Sandwich. I will eat.”
I couldn’t hide my laughter as I glanced at her as she gave her stern reply as if to stop looking at her too much.
It was because there were clothes in her shopping bag.
She seemed to have brought a change of clothes because it would be embarrassing to be touched by me while wearing clothes.
I don’t know if there is a skirt or not because I haven’t looked closely, but I’m sure there will be.
If you want me to get on your nerves and touch you wildly, then you have to do what you want.
After escaping from the old-fashioned neighborhood where Lenka’s house is located, I looked ahead and opened my mouth.
“Give me a bite.”
“No.”
“You brought it to me.”
“It’s not.”
“Give it to me.”
With her head straight and her mouth open, Lenka, muttering something, meticulously peeled off her wrapping paper and reluctantly handed out her sandwich.
The sandwich was packaged to keep crumbs from falling and to make it easy to eat.
Could you have made this yourself? Or was it made by Lenka’s mother?
I take a bite of it that smells like egg salad,
“Ahh…! Oh, why are you even trying to eat your fingers!”
She smirked at her in her fright as she looked at her own fingers, which had been stained with her saliva unintentionally.
“The manager brought it to you.”
“You opened your mouth too wide and swallowed it…! I have a good appetite…!”
“But what did you just say? You want to eat it?”
“…”
“Speak beautifully again.”
“It’s true that you ate it…!”
“Again.”
“…You ate, right…”
“Why do you always make me say it two or three times?”
A voice full of discipline.
She wondered if she thought she was being blamed for that, and she tried to retaliate against Lenka, who was furious.
But when I tried to put my hand on her thigh and massage it slowly, as if I were massaging her, I was dumbfounded! And held her breath.
“Huh? Why do you have to hit me every once in a while?”
He speaks in a soft tone, but he doesn’t look at Lenka.
She just pretends to be indifferent and focused on her driving, slowly running her hand up her pants to make her feel the tickle and heat.
“My, when did I fight against you…!”
Lenka is taken aback by my suddenly sticky mood.
The sound of her saliva being swallowed came from her throat as her hand moved closer and closer to her own secret body.
Swoop.
I stopped her hand, which had been dug between her inner thighs, and I called out to Lenka, straightening her straight face a little.
“Hey.”
A low-pitched accent.
It was the tone Lenka liked.
“Sss… Bar, don’t talk nonsense…”
As expected, a blush soon turned to Lenka’s cheeks.
He didn’t like being called out to himself, but it seemed that my voice made it difficult to get angry.
Did she stop caring about touching her own thighs?
No, I was conscious. It is also very sensitive.
Seeing her relieved of the burden of her touch, I feel proud of her for some reason.
It feels like a slave who often touched her body got used to it.
“Hey.”
Calling out to Lenka again with the same accent as before, your body trembled.
It is liking My voice piercing your ears.
“Yes, be polite…! I’m a senior…!”
How is our Lenka always saying such a lame line?
It’s like the things I’ve done in the past, and it’s all NTR, things that only come out of teaching materials.
I wonder if most of the raunchy cartoons she sees are of that genre.
“Nope.”
“You’re a kendoist…! Be polite…”
“I haven’t even caught a porridge yet.”
“It has nothing to do with the bamboo sword…! It is a virtue of kendo practitioners to respect each other from the moment they receive the uniform…! The director and others have set an example for you, so you should follow…!”
“You didn’t show me. I couldn’t eat it every day, so I was impatient.”
“You you…? Did you just call me you…!?”
“Then should I call you Inoo?”
“Oh, Matsuda! I told you to be polite…!”
“Or can I call you by your first name?”
“You madman!!”
Lenka screamed.
Even if there is a taste of teasing, there is so much of it that I have the urge to continue.
But bear with it. Right now, the place isn’t very good to enjoy the flirtatious chatter with Lenka.
Nodding her head simply, I removed her hand from Lenka’s thigh.
“All right.”
John, who came out of nowhere again.
Laughing at this, Lenka touched her own thigh where I had touched her.
It seemed like an instinctive action. It has a slightly regretful look.
I’ll touch you a lot in the cafe anyway, so don’t be too disappointed.
Swallowing her words, I drove her car, ignoring her fierce glare.
**
“…You change your clothes first.”
Lenka put her shopping bag down in the corner.
I asked, tilting her head.
“Why? The manager always changed first.”
“…”
“Are you afraid I will touch you again?”
“Well, I know…”
“Then it doesn’t matter who gets changed first, does it? It doesn’t change that the manager goes into the locker room anyway, right?”
“Shut up…! Actually, I was just going to the convenience store…”
Even though he explicitly expressed his intention to touch it, the backlash was not so strong.
It’s not an expression I’m looking forward to, but there’s not much rejection either.
It ripened wonderfully.
“Why a convenience store?”
“You don’t know…”
“Is it like this again?”
As she strode towards Lenka, saying something meaningful, as if she was about to do something, she winced and tried to pull away, widening her eyes.
“What…! What are you going to do…!”
“Good job. The manager likes to do it that way.”
A blush ran across Lenka’s cheeks.
It seems that my words were good to hear.
“Shut up…! I’ll be back anyway…”
“Is it so. Can I buy you something while you’re gone?”
“Say. I will buy it.”
“Just buy a condom. In an ultra-thin form.”
At those words, Lenka’s ferocious face instantly went blank.
“Uh, uh…? What…? Condom…?”
“Yes.”
“Ko, what are condoms for…?”
“I just suddenly wanted one.”
“Does that make sense… That…?”
“What’s not going to happen? Buy it anyway OK?”
After soothing Lenka with gentle words, I patted her on the waist and smiled.
Then, suddenly coming to her senses, she shook her head at her single sword.
“S-I don’t like it…!”
“Why?”
“Why do I have to buy your condoms…!? You personally buy that…!”
“I’m going to use it together, so what if someone buys it?”
“Go, together…? Ah…”
Renka’s new model, which burst out with her brief exclamation, staggered for an instant.
I must have been dizzy at the sudden hook.
At first glance, Lenka looks like a heroine who says everything she can’t say, but she’s very soft inside.
She is shy and has girly sensibilities.
When I brought up the story of her condoms to her, it was only natural for her to react like that.
I said, patting the back of Lenka, who was bewildered as if her spirit had been completely choked.
“It’s a joke. Don’t buy it.”
“… Is that really a joke…?”
Of course it’s a joke.
Because I have no intention of using condoms with Lenka.
“Yes.”
A succinct nod of her head made Lenka sigh with relief, and Lenka became angry.
“Why do you joke like that…!!”
“Sorry. Are you very angry?”
“It would be very rude to say such things to a person of the opposite sex who is angry and not close…!”
“Weren’t we close?”
“… Uh, of course we’ve become closer than before… But not that close…!”
Hearing Lenka’s excuses that weren’t even funny, I snorted her.
Then, before Lenka, who was pouting her lips, had no time to react, she wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled me into my arms.
“Hick…!”
Her whole body stiffens as she swallows her breath as usual.
She asked earnestly as I brought her face close enough that her lips touched hers.
“We’re not that close, so do you do things like this?”
“…”
“Can’t you take it off?”
“I want to take it out, but I can’t do it with my own strength…”
“Did you give up?”
“Just… What…”
He avoids answering by not making eye contact with her on purpose.
Saying that I can’t do it by force means that it wasn’t even in my heart.
Still can’t be honest So it feels more angkal.
I hardened my expression even more, and brought my lips to Lenka’s hesitant ear.
Afterwards, while her body shrank as she felt my breath, she brought up the main topic.
“Can I come in late tonight?”
“… What…?”
