The morning sun filtered through the classroom blinds, casting golden stripes across the room like prison bars.
Which was fitting, considering Ren Kurozawa's current situation.
Detention.
Again.
But this time… voluntary.
Ren sat at his desk, tapping a pencil rhythmically against his notebook. Not out of boredom—no, he was trying not to squirm. Not because of punishment, but because of the woman currently scribbling notes at the front of the room.
Mrs. Sayaka Tanaka.
Elegant in a crisp white blouse and black pencil skirt, glasses perched perfectly on her nose, and that look—the one that said I know everything you're thinking, and I dare you to say it out loud.
Ren cleared his throat. "You, uh… called me in for detention?"
Sayaka looked up slowly, one brow raised. "I didn't call. I assigned."
Right. Assigned.
She stood, her heels clicking softly as she walked toward his desk.
Ren felt his heart rate spike.
Not for any steamy reason this time—though damn, that blouse was straining in all the right places—but because things had been… weird lately.
Yumi was still stewing from the yoga class. Megumi had started texting him actual chapters of a romance novel with suspiciously familiar characters. And the MILF System? It hadn't shut up since Tuesday.
Today, though, he needed a break. A breather. A little normalcy.
Tanaka didn't make that easy.
She set a fresh assignment packet down in front of him. "Page five. Essay rewrite."
Ren blinked. "Wait, you didn't like my last one?"
"Oh, it was fascinating," she said, circling behind him. "But it lacked… personal insight."
He heard the faint click of her nails against the desk as she leaned in close.
"I want you to write about desire, Ren. Not just theory. Experience."
His spine straightened. "You mean… romantic desire?"
"Among other things." Her voice lowered. "Obsession. Temptation. Emotional intimacy. Physical frustration."
Ren gulped. "You know I'm still technically a student, right?"
She smirked. "Technically. But you're not a boy, are you?"
He met her gaze, trying to stay cool. "I wasn't in my last life either."
That made her pause.
Her smile softened—barely.
"Still dreaming like an old man, I see."
He shrugged. "Old habits die hard."
She turned and walked back to her desk, hips swaying just enough to make the air feel warmer.
But this time, she sat down and opened her laptop. No teasing. No surprises. Just… class.
For the next hour, it was surprisingly normal.
She corrected papers. He scribbled down notes. Occasionally, she asked him to explain a passage or rephrase a sentence.
And the more they worked, the more… peaceful it felt.
Just a student and teacher, sharing space. Quiet tension, but not the sexual kind—well, not overtly.
For once, the MILF System wasn't pinging lust stats or spamming dirty dialogue boxes.
[SYSTEM STATUS: Passive Sync – Active]
Emotional Bond Stabilizing greatly
Sayaka Tanaka Affection: 72 | Lust: 54 | Dominance: 66%
Current Mood: Calm, Professional, Guarded, Curious
After he turned in the revised essay, Sayaka set it aside and gave him a rare nod of approval.
"This is better."
Ren smiled. "Thanks. You're not going to… punish me for the old one?"
"Not today." Her eyes twinkled. "You've earned a break."
He blinked. "That's new."
"You think I enjoy being your villain?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm not Yumi, Ren. I don't need to control you to be close to you."
That… hit harder than expected.
He sat back, studying her.
"You're not like the others," he said quietly.
"I never was."
There was a silence between them—deep, charged, but not sexual.
Intimate, yes. But respectful.
For once, Ren realized just how complicated Sayaka really was. Behind the teasing and control, she was a woman holding herself together in a world that underestimated her.
And maybe… she saw something in him that others didn't.
She cleared her throat. "Dismissed, Mr. Kurozawa. Unless you'd like to grade some junior essays."
He grinned. "Only if I get a red pen."
"Out."
Later, at lunch…
Ren walked past the courtyard when someone called out to him.
"Kurozawa!"
He turned—and barely caught the water bottle tossed at him.
It was Sayaka. Now in her gym uniform, long legs exposed, hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She was coaching PE today.
"Hydrate," she said, already jogging back toward a group of students. "And stay out of trouble."
Ren blinked, smirked… and sipped.
[SYSTEM UPDATE]
New Bond Stage with Sayaka Unlocked: "Mutual Respect"
Side Quest Unlocked: "Staff Room Secrets"
Sayaka will now occasionally request Ren's help outside class hours. Emotional and physical rewards may vary.
Lust Level: Low and Temporarily Stabilized
Affection Growth: Increased via meaningful dialogue and thoughtful actions
School was over quickly and Ren was back home…
Ren crashed onto the couch.
No groping. No yoga MILFs. No bedroom brawls.
Just a bottle of water… and a smile.
He finally exhaled.
Yumi was out shopping. Megumi hadn't peeped from her porch. And for once, the house felt… calm.
He stared up at the ceiling, arms behind his head.
"God," he muttered. "That almost felt like a real school day."
His phone buzzed.
Sayaka Tanaka: [Thanks for today. I needed normal, too.]
He stared at the message.
Smiled.
Typed back: [Me too.]
To be continued…