Lunchtime at Seihou High was always a chaotic mess.
The cafeteria buzzed with the noise of trays clanging and kids shouting, and the air always had this stench of youthful sweat mixed with fried rice and overcooked veggies.
Renji sat alone at his usual corner table, not caring about the noise around him as he munched down the food his MILF toy, Reina, had made for him.
It was delicious, but his angry thoughts couldn't let him enjoy it. He was way too focused on the plan: getting into Haruka Minami's house so he could write her name in the Milf Note.
Each time his thoughts wandered to something else, his mind would flash an image of Miss Haruka humiliating him, and his anger would turn fresh all over again.
"Hey, failure! Still recovering from Miss Haruka's epic burn? Bet it hurts knowing you're the class idiot."
Renji didn't bother lifting his gaze to know who it was.
Kaito Hoshizawa, leading the pack with Jiro, Iroha, and Haru trailing like loyal dogs.
The rich bully plopped down opposite Renji, his face twisted in mock pity, leaning in close enough that Renji could smell his breath.
"Miss Haruka nailed you a good one there, huh?! Dummy!"
Renji narrowed his eyes. 'Who still even says 'dummy'?'
"I'm sure all you were thinking about was having sex with her, huh?" Kaito teased. "She's like those milfs you read about in your cartoon book! Hahahaha!"
"Too bad this is reality, and Miss Haruka will never find a disgusting poor leech like you fuckable!"
Iroha and Haru laughed out loud. It was clearly forced because Renji knew that Kaito's insults weren't that funny.
Hitomi, who had been sitting with them alongside her friends, spoke up. "Guys, that's not funny..."
But they ignored her, the bullying rolling on like a wave.
Renji glanced at her and she gave him a soft smile.
He ignored it again, looking away.
He didn't particularly want her help, or anyone's help for that matter. Revenge was preferable.
When their moms end up moaning his name while they cried, he'll need enough justification for doing it. So it was fine that they bullied him.
He considered it a good enough sacrifice for the price of whoring out their mothers.
The warning bell rang, letting everyone know that recess would be over in 20 minutes. Kaito and his goons dispatched so they could find something more fun today before the main bell.
Renji stood, brushing off the stray food bits. He had to use the time to attempt his plan before Miss Haruka left for her usual twenty-minute break.
He headed to the staff room, the hallways a blur of lockers and chattering kids, his footsteps echo ing with purpose.
Miss Haruka was alone, packing her bag, her expression bored, her giant tits straining against her blouse, her skirt hugging her hips like it was painted on.
Renji put on his meek act, head bowed, voice soft and trembling. For this to work, he needed to appear truly remorseful.
"Excuse me, Miss Haruka."
Haruka turned to look at who it was. She frowned at the sight of him. "What do you want, Renji?"
He licked his lips. "I just…. I wanted to apologize to you. I really am sorry for my bad grades. I'm not good enough, and I know I've let you and the class down. Please forgive me."
Haruka looked up, her glasses glinting as she adjusted them. At first, she wasn't sure if he meant it, but his face looked apologetic enough.
"Apology accepted, Renji," she said, even though her face still clearly held contempt.
"But sorry doesn't change the fact you're a lazy, tiresome student. You think a few words fix your complete lack of work ethic? Get your act together or get out."
Her expression was heartless, her brows furrowed, a slight flush of annoyance on her cheeks as she crossed her arms, pushing her tits up.
Renji's heart raced, but he kept his meek facade, his eyes wide with fake desperation, his voice pleading. "Miss, maybe... you could tutor me? Home lessons? I really need help with the parts I missed so I can catch up. I want to do better."
First she was silent, then, in an abrupt second, Haruka's face contorted with mockery, and she let out a brutal bark of laughter that echoed in the room.
It was a painful sound. The only good that came out of it was that her giant tits heaved with the motion.
"Tutoring? Home lessons? What an atrocious, ridiculous suggestion! You think I'm your personal slave? I get paid to teach, not babysit future failures like you."
That stung.
"Study by yourself, you pathetic brat, or fail—it's your problem." Her expression was vicious, her cheeks flushed with irritation as she waved him off like a fly.
Renji couldn't believe it. How could a woman as cruel as this even be a teacher?
His anger boiled inside, his face flushing red, his fists clenching behind his back as he fought to keep the meek mask on.
'This bitch... I hoped there was a heart of a teacher somewhere in her, and she would see me trying and agree to help. Even if she refused, she could've at least been decent. But she's heartless, mocking me like this. Even though it's all her fault that I failed!'
He took a breath to calm himself down.
'Fine, you'll learn your lesson soon.'
"Get out of my sight, Renji. You're wasting my time." Haruka demanded.
But Renji couldn't just leave. He had to think of something, a way to get her! His anger couldn't just allow him to walk away.
It was the first time he had ever felt this angry and he wasn't just going to let it go. He had to prove to himself that he had the heart to execute revenge!
If not, how would he know he could go through with his main plan?
Just then, like water in a scorching desert, his eyes caught something in her open purse on the desk.
It was behind books and some cash. It was pink in color, lengthy and shaped like a…
Renji's eyes widened.
It was a sex toy. A standard vibrator.
A perverted thrill surged through him at that moment, his face lighting up with a hidden grin. 'So Miss Haruka has been a secret pervert all along.'
He thought quickly of a way to use this to his advantage. "Miss Haruka, look! There's a spider on the wall behind you!"
Haruka spun, gasping, her face paling with fear, her giant tits jiggling as she turned.
Quickly, Renji lunged, snatching the vibrator and shoving it into his pocket in a flash. When she turned back, frowning, her brows furrowed in annoyance, he played innocent.
"False alarm, Miss. Sorry."
She rolled her eyes, completely irritated by him. "Out. Now."
Renji obeyed and scurried out of the room with a pounding heart and a happy grin.