Unexpectedly, they had both slept in that same position through the night.
The morning sun snuck through the blinds like a sneaky bastard, and brought light upon the place of sin: Renji's messy futon where he had fucked his MILF landlady to stupor.
Both sinners lay sprawled, their bodies—although dried—still buzzing from the night's filthy fun.
Reina stirred beside Renji, her lace nightgown all twisted and torn, her heavy tits spilling out like they were begging for another round.
She sat up slowly, her face flushed with that post-fuck glow mixed with a hint of widow's regret, her hair a wild mess from where he'd gripped it while pounding her senseless.
Reina almost gasped when she remembered what happened last night.
She remembered getting pounded, cumming four times and lying about cumming only twice. She remembered drinking cum, and she could still even taste it in her tongue!
"Renji..." she murmured, her voice soft but still carrying that landlady edge, like she was trying to reclaim her stern self after literally begging for his cock.
She smoothed down her gown, but it did nothing to hide the red marks on her thighs or the way her pussy still leaked his cum, a sticky reminder dripping down her legs.
Renji rolled awake beside her. "Oh. Mrs. Reina. You slept here."
Reina quickly jumped off the futon and onto her feet. "I can not believe I did that."
Renji propped himself up on his elbow, raising a brow at her. "What are you saying now? We fucked like animals last night and you're worried now."
At that moment, her eyes caught his cock swing up, summoned by the rule of morning wood, and she backpedaled like she'd just seen a monster.
"Put that away immediately!" she cried, her boobs jiggling as she adjusted her gown. "I... I don't know what came over me. But it felt... right. Only for that moment."
Renji frowned. "Only for that moment?"
She paused, her cheeks burning, then straightened her back like the iron-fisted landlady she was. "Anyway, don't think this changes anything. Rent's due in two weeks. You better have it, or you're out. No more excuses."
Renji didn't know what to say, he only watched her march to the door, her hips swaying with that MILF confidence.
"Got it, Mrs. Reina. Wouldn't dream of forgetting."
She shot him a look—part warning, part lingering lust—before slipping out, the door clicking shut behind her.
He flopped back on the futon, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing. 'She remembers everything: the sucking, the fucking, the way she screamed my name. But she's back to bossing me around about rent? Did the Milf Note's effects wear off already? Or is this just her playing hard to get now?'
The thought made his cock stir again, but he shook it off. No time for round two fantasies. He had to figure this shit out.
Renji dragged himself up, his body aching in the best way, and shuffled to his cluttered desk.
There it sat, the Milf Note, that plain-looking black leather book with its simple font screaming "MILF NOTE" like it was daring him.
He picked it up, heart pounding, still shocked as fuck that it had actually worked.
'I still can't believe that this stupid book actually works,' he thought. 'I guess it's not really a stupid book now. It must be the most powerful book ever so I'm really sorry for calling you stupid, dear Milf Note.'
He gazed at the book like it was going to respond and grant him pardon, but it only stared back.
'Anyway. I think I should fully read all the rules. I only read the first one and thought it was ridiculous, but now that I know it really works, I'm sure there's more to just scribbling names willy-nilly.'
'I need to know what it can really do.'
He flipped open the cover, his eyes scanning the first page. It was a slightly less thicker page, though one that was clearly not meant for writing.
It had a lighter black color with words glowing faintly in the morning light like they were alive, whispering secrets of depraved power.
The rules were laid out in bold, white script, and Renji read them with anticipation and curiosity.
[Rule 1: The full name of the woman must be written clearly].
[Rule 2: She must be aged thirty or older—no exceptions, or the magic fizzles like a limp dick].
Renji nodded, his fingers tracing the words. 'Makes sense. Can't have it working on some young chick. This is MILF territory only.'
[Rule 3: After the name, specify your connection to her—teacher, aunt, neighbor, nurse, whatever. Names are common; this pins it to the right MILF, no mix-ups with some random woman across the world].
'I remember this one,' Renji thought. That's why I wrote "Reina Takashima, my landlady." No chance of enchanting some other Reina out there.'
[Rule 4: You must have stepped foot in her home first. Cross that threshold, or the name's just ink on paper—no spell, no slutty desires bending your way].
'This must be where I stopped. And it's why I had to do those chores at her place. If I hadn't entered her apartment, writing her name would've been worthless.'
'It makes sense because mothers are the housekeepers. If I enter into one's house, then I guess that's enough permission for the Note to let me enter into her pussy.'
'So stupidly logical.'
[Rule 5: Once you've entered her home, you've got five hours to write her name, or the magic wears off like morning wood after a cold shower. Miss the window, and she's back to normal, no irresistible attraction].
'I think five hours is enough time.'
[Rule 6: No woman can see her own name in the book. If she does, the spell shatters—poof, gone—and it flips to pure hate. She'll loathe you like you're the scum who killed her cat].
[Rule 7: A woman's name can be written only once. After that, the initial magic kickstarts it, but the affection builds on its own—tilted in your favor, sure, but you must put in the work for the long haul. No rewriting for a quick fix].
'So it's not even mind control,' Renji mused, rubbing his chin. 'It jumpstarts the lust, but after that, it's up to me to keep her hooked.'
'Like with Reina. From the looks of it, she was still interested in my cock, she still wants me, but I have to nurture it, or it could fade naturally. Kinda fair, in a twisted way.'
'And I have to think of a safe place to hide this book so that I don't run the risk of any MILF seeing their names.'
That thought made him wonder for a moment.
Did he have plans to add the names of more MILFs into the list?
He set the book down, his mind exploding with the implications.
His cock hardened just thinking about it, visions of curvy, mature women flashing through his head—neighbors with thick asses, professors with heaving tits, all bending to his will.
And then, one face popped up that made his blood boil and his grin turn wicked: Mrs. Hoshizawa, the mother of that asshole bully, Kaito Hoshizawa.
Kaito—that rich prick from class, always strutting around like he owned the school, his family loaded from some shady business.
Renji's fists clenched as the memories hit him like a gut punch. He was used to it, but this particular one had hurt him in an unforgivable kind of way.
The school hallway was crowded, kids laughing and chatting, but Renji kept his head down, clutching his backpack like a shield.
Kaito and his goons cornered him by the lockers, Kaito's sneer twisting his face. "Hey, loser! Still living in that shithole apartment? Bet your parents ditched you 'cause you're such a pathetic nerd."
Renji looked around as the crowd gathered. "Ha ha," he faked a laugh. "Real original, Kaito. Like I haven't heard that before."
Kaito grimaced. He always got angry whenever Renji spoke back.
And so, as the crowd snickered, he snatched Renji's bag, pushing him to the floor and dumping out his manga and stolen pens.
"Look at this crap! Look at what he reads! Mommy hentai!!"
Everyone suddenly erupted into laughter as Kaito tore pages off Renji's favorite hentai comic and flung them into the air, images of sexy, busty milfs filling the school corridor.
"What's the problem, Renji?! Did mommy not give you any love when you were young? What kind of perverted creep goes for older women and not younger girls?"
He laughed and stomped on the manga, ripping more pages, while his buddies held Renji back when he tried to stop him.
Tears stung Renji's eyes, but he bit them back, humiliation burning hotter than any punch.
"One day, you'll regret this," Renji muttered, when he was left on the ground, gathering his torn pages.
"Dream on, trash."
The bell rang, and the crowd dispersed, leaving Renji alone, picking up his ruined stuff, vowing silent revenge.
It was as he was returning from school that same day, that he had found the Milf Note on the ground. The day before yesterday.
Back in his apartment, Renji's eyes narrowed, the flashback fueling a dark fire in his gut.
'It's like fate dropped it there.' He thought.
And then, a grin tore through his face as a twisted idea rang in his mind.
'What if this isn't just for my MILF fantasies? What if it's for revenge?'
'I could fuck their moms. I could claim those hot, mature bitches right under their noses. Make Kaito's mom, Mrs. Hoshizawa, beg for my cock, moan my name while her son seethes. Turn the tables, make them pay by turning their mothers into my personal sluts!'
The thought excited him like nothing else, a rush of depraved power surging through him.
He grabbed the Milf Note, staring at it with excitement.
'Kaito's mom... she's gotta be in her late 30s, curvy as hell from what I've seen at parent meetings. Even though she's married to an influential politician, all I need is to get into her house.'
His grin turned even more perverse.
'Even Jiro, Iroha, and Haru. All of Kaito's stupid goons. If I write their mothers' names in this book, they'll basically become my fuck pets!'
'I'll have my revenge served hot and creamy.' Renji laughed, a filthy, triumphant sound that didn't at all match his innocent face.
He was already plotting his next move.
This Milf Note wasn't just a dream come true. It was his ultimate weapon.