Chapter 404 – Wicked Hearts Must Be Purged by the Service of Slaves

“Wait…! “I told you my parents would come…!”

In response to Lenka’s words, where she shook her head wildly and barely regained the freedom of her mouth, I slipped my hand inside her thigh and spoke.

“Who did it? “I’m just touching it.”

“Don’t even touch it…! “I don’t want to give my body to trash like you!”

So, I wonder what we did in the past.
I looked straight down at Lenka, who was paying attention to what she had just said, that she would have it all.

“What’s wrong with having what you want?”

“S-that’s such an immature and selfish thing to say…”

“The manager also knew that I was seeing Miyuki. “I know she has a good relationship with Master, but isn’t it a bit unbecoming to say such a thing?”

“That… That was because I was swayed by you…”

“It’s okay if you don’t get swayed.”

“It’s not as easy as it sounds… But…”

I’m glad that he’s secretly saying that he’s in love with me.

“And the reason I’m saying this is because I hope you’ll come to your senses now…”

At Lenka’s next words, I smiled bitterly.
Even though he saw me fiddling with Hiyori’s mouth, he was making a strange excuse for allowing her to come home.

“You’re funny.”

“…”

Wow…

Lenka’s thighs tightened when she heard the sound.
It was as if he was trying to stop my hand from moving around that area.

“What are you doing?”

“What are you doing? Take it out right away. If you’re going to do it, I’d rather do it somewhere else…”

“Where? Love hotel?”

“… Doing it in a place like that…”

“I just told you to come to your senses.”

“Damn…! Shut up! Kill!?”

He says this all the time, but in reality he can’t even touch me, and he’s still keeping his spirits up.
I hope this Lenka never changes.
After conveying that wish, I removed my hand from her thigh, which was tightly holding her wrist, and this time began to gently touch Lenka’s earlobe.

Knock, knock.

Lenka, who had a stoic expression on her face, like a cat showing hostility to a human invading its territory, began to gradually react to the touch of my fingers brushing under her earlobe.

“Ha, shouldn’t you…?”

At first, she glared at me with her fierce eyes as if asking me what she was doing, but

Knock, knock.

“…”

When her hand went beyond her earlobe and began to gently touch her ear and further down her neck, her eyelids fluttered as she let out a long snort of her own.
It was as if he was intoxicated by the touch and atmosphere.

“Good?”

Since you whisper in a soft voice, it’s a bonus that her whole body starts to tremble.
Her strong appearance had disappeared and she was just feeling cozy. I continued speaking as I gently brushed one of her cheeks with my thumb.

“Relax.”

“Why me…!”

Even as she said those words, Lenka’s body had already lost all strength.
Her body listens before her head.
A noble daughter whose body has been fully trained is a cliché that is extremely ugly.

Sigh.

I lowered my hand and stroked Lenka’s shoulder, her ribs, and her waist line.
Then, when her lower lip was bitten, she put her hand inside her T-shirt and touched her abdomen,

Sreuk.

Lenka tugged at the laces of her shorts and undid them.
Then she covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

I want to do it, but it seems like I also feel anxious about when my parents will come.
Seeing as I was thinking about what happened later, I was still less excited.

With that in mind, I was about to continue caressing Lenka when the faint light of car headlights seeped in from the window of her room.
Lenka, startled by this, jumped up with her upper body and pushed her away, adjusting her own t-shirt and her shorts.

“Boo, your parents are here…”

“Is it so? “It could be just a passing car.”

“The only time car lights come into my room is when my parents park their cars in the parking lot.”

Does it give a signal as to who is coming?
Isn’t this the perfect environment to do something secretly?

By the way, these days, outsiders often interfere with my life, and I wonder if God is giving me a revelation to attack even the heroines’ mothers.

“Shall I say hello?”

“… Something like that. Move.”

Lenka comes out of bed with a red face and clears her throat.

Tuk.

“Hya!?”

After hearing the gasp that came out as soon as I touched her buttocks, I stood in the full-length mirror in her room and adjusted her clothes.

“You’re doing all sorts of strange things. “On the topic of trash.”

It always feels good to hear her pounding towards me as she quickly smoothes her hair.

“Yes, I am.”

After ignoring Lenka’s swearing without her noticing it, I left her room with her, her complexion returning to its usual state.

**

“You are Matsuda-kun? “I heard a lot of stories.”

A woman shows a bright smile to me standing next to Lenka at the front door.
Her eyes were gentle, unlike Lenka’s, and her hair was short, reaching halfway down her neck, but other than that, she looked exactly like her.

Why does she target my tastes so much?
Did you have a fetish for short hair that I didn’t know about?

Another thing that was different was the small dots located under her eyes and between her cheekbones.
The fact that it was faintly visible even without makeup and that it wasn’t too dark added to her charm even more.

“Hello? This is Ken Matsuda. “I should have visited you when you were there, but there were a lot of rude practices.”

Did he like me bowing down and showing a gentle attitude?
A bright smile bloomed on Lenka’s mother’s lips.

No matter how pretty the heroines’ mothers may be, it’s a cliche, but isn’t that kind of appearance and charm point a foul?
Bad thoughts keep arising in my mind.
I’m greedy, I’m greedy Maybe I can’t take it anymore.

“How rude… My name is Riko Inoo. Nice to meet you.”

Mmmm. It’s a very pretty name.
It suits my face really well and it’s awesome.

“Nice to meet you too. “But what do you mean, I heard a lot of stories?”

“Oh, that? Lenka her uncles mentioned it a lot.”

It seems that Lenka has rarely mentioned me directly.
She is sad, even though it seems like it would be because of her personality.
She doesn’t even know her owner’s love… In that sense, I think she should be whipped after the neglectful play is over.

“Your uncles said that? “Definitely not?”

As Lenka came in, looking shocked, Riko smiled brightly.

“Did you do it?”

“…Why did you cut her hair?”

“Just to cheer you up. How is it?”

“It just… Suits me.”

“It’s not unfamiliar, right?”

“Not really…”

Her existing hair must have been very long.
You decorated it so well for me, so I can’t help but give you a reward.

Come to think of it, she said that Lenka treated her with respect to her parents.
The way she speaks politely to her mother with her pouting expression is surprisingly fitting.
It’s cute too.

“But what about your father?”

To Lenka’s next question, she answered as if she felt sorry for Riko.

“I had urgent business to run, so I went back to work.”

“Is it so? “Is this a bad thing?”

“It’s nothing like that.”

The protagonist visits his girlfriend’s house, but her mother is the only one left, and her father has something to do.
Isn’t this a common plot development in the early days of married woman NTR dramas and harem dramas?
Is God really trying to lead me this way?

When the mother is preparing food for the protagonist or resting, the protagonist does something lewd with her girlfriend, and the mother happens to witness the scene…

After the protagonist passed away, she lay down to sleep, but couldn’t help but be disappointed when she saw her husband’s insignificant items…
Then, when he couldn’t bear it anymore, the main character tempted him saying he couldn’t bear it anymore, so he pretended to be reluctant and spread his legs…

This trend is the basic framework of the genre of stealing a married woman, and there are more than ten other scenes that come to mind.
I feel like I can make this a reality.

“Did you park your car well? “He had good sense.”

Rico compliments me as she takes off her shoes and passes me by.
She came to her senses and I scratched her head sheepishly, thinking that even her scent was very nice.

“Thank you.”

“Lenka said she was going to eat, but she’s really hungry, right? “I’ll prepare it for you in a moment.”

It would really suit Riko next to her Midori.
As the two sexually aroused people have a sexual discussion only for adults, a picture is drawn that causes shame and curiosity in Momoka, Chinami’s mother, who is innocently drinking tea.

“Thank you. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“No. “I’m resting.”

Riko said this in her warm tone and headed towards her kitchen, teasing her long legs covered in her jeans.
As I was looking at her back, Lenka criticized me in a very quiet voice.

“You’re acting nice. “You’re not that kind of person.”

“Then should I pretend to be bad?”

“…”

When she heard it, it was funny how she kept her mouth shut, wondering if she was right.
To educate the slave beyond the topic, I secretly reached behind Lenka’s back and grabbed her buttocks.

“Huh!?”

At the same time, Lenka’s shrill scream erupts.
Riko, who heard the sound, was startled and stuck her head out of her kitchen.

“What’s happen?”

“Oh, no… I was trying to go to the living room and I tripped on the threshold…”

I felt like bursting out laughing when I saw Lenka pretending to be in pain, clutching one of her feet after noticing her own mistake, but I held back.

“Have you ever tripped on the living room threshold?”

“… I pounded it today.”

“Okay? “Be careful… I guess Matsuda-kun came and was very embarrassed?”

“Who, who is embarrassed…! “I’ve never done that…!”

“Okay. While you prepare dinner, please at least show Matsuda the house. Aren’t we in the same kendo club? “Have you seen the training room?”

“For a guy like this, a place like that is luxury… No… Yes, I will.”

Lenka tried to react indifferently, but then grabbed my wrist and tried to go out.
As I was drawn to her and saw that she had a lot to say, I gave Riko a friendly smile.

“I will come right away if you call me.”