The house was spotless inside. One could call it a teacher's haven.
Haruka certainly had a thing for books, especially the educational ones which helped her with ways to get better at teaching. Renji doubted that she read any of those books though, seeing the way she treated him.
The bookshelves were lined with history tomes, having designs of flowers and angel wings. The major color of the interior was also yellow, and the living room was proof.
As yellow as a sunflower, it had two sofas warm brown in a color with a coffee table at the center and a flat screen TV on the wall.
Her entire house carried a faint scent of jasmine tea. It was nice.
She kicked off her heels, her stocking-clad feet padding on the wooden floor, her curves even more pronounced in the cozy space.
Renji's eyes darted around, his nervous fidgeting kicking in as he adjusted his backpack strap, his face heating up.
"You've got a really nice place, Miss Haruka... lots of books."
Haruka didn't respond to that.
Renji wasn't exactly waiting for a response anyway so he didn't mind. He was already scanning for distractions, his mind whirring with plans to sneak away and write her name.
'I have to write her name in the Note. I know I have five hours to do it but it's safer if I get it done now.'
Haruka entered her kitchen, and Renji thought that was enough time to pull out the Note and write her name, but she was back almost immediately.
"Flattery won't get you better grades, Renji. Sit."
Seems like she was going to respond to the compliment anyway.
Renji pretended to just be taking off his backpack. Haruka pointed to the coffee table, dropping her bag with a thud, her tits jiggling as she bent down to pull out a textbook.
"We're starting with the Meiji Restoration: the cultural shifts you missed while... whatever you were doing."
Renji frowned. 'Doing whatever I was doing? She sent me on a stupid errand and planned a test that same day!'
He watched her sit across from him, her skirt riding up slightly to show her thick thighs, her glasses slipping down her nose as she opened the book.
Teacher mode was activated for her, her expression all business, her brows furrowed in concentration.
If not for the Note, there was no way Renji would get a woman like her to have sex with him.
But having sex was just a part of it. The main revenge was turning her into a MILF slave, loyal to his pleasure. He could already imagine her skipping classes just to suck his cock in the staff toilet.
Still, he couldn't get ahead of himself. He still hadn't written her name on the Note yet, and he had 4 hours and 50 minutes left to do so.
Renji sat, his knees knocking together, his awkwardness making him shift uncomfortably, his eyes flicking to her cleavage instead of the page.
'Compared to Reina, she's at least one extra alphabet bigger... Shit… focus on the plan, not the boobs.'
'Wait. Isn't the boobs the plan?'
'Nghh! Just stop thinking, Renji!'
He forced the thoughts away and nodded his head at his tutor. "O-Okay, Teach. Meiji Restoration... that's when Japan modernized, right?"
Haruka's face hardened, voice snapping like a whip. "If you'd paid attention, you'd know it's more than 'modernized.' It's the shift from feudalism to industrial power, the cultural upheaval that redefined our nation's identity."
She leaned forward, her giant boobs pressing against the table, her expression frustrated as she pointed to the text. "Read this paragraph, out loud. Show me you can at least do that."
Renji frowned in his mind. 'Of course I can fucking read!'
He leaned in, his face flushing as he stumbled over the words.
His mind was still busy, trying to come up with a plan. How long was this tutoring session going to be anyway? Even if he returned home in time to write her name, how would she get to him to have the sex?
Would he have to drive back here?
There was too much to think about, and since he was meant to be reading, it made it difficult to do either.
He looked around her house, seeing a photo on the shelf, her with a stern-looking man posing beside her. It was a wedding photo.
Renji wondered if he could use it as an excuse to move. 'If I ask about the photo, maybe she gets distracted...'
He finished reading, his voice weak. "S-So, the emperor regained power..."
Haruka sighed, her face pinching in annoyance as she rubbed her forehead. "Barely. You're not even trying, Renji. Look at me when I'm talking!"
She grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes up, her touch sending a jolt through him. Fuck! Those giant tits were right in his line of sight.
How the hell did she expect him to look at her?!
"The Meiji era was about blending Western influences with Japanese culture. Like guns, factories, but keeping our samurai spirit. Understand?"
Renji's eyes widened, his face burning red, his cock twitching at her touch, but his mind raced for an escape. "Y-Yes, Miss. But... uh, can I use the bathroom? I... I drank too much water."
His voice was meek, his expression awkward, his legs shifting as he tried to look innocent.
Haruka's expression instantly turned suspicious. "Bathroom? We're just getting started. Hold it. You're not getting out of this that easily."
"You're the one who asked for this, right? So we're going to get it over with so I can return to my life!"
She let go of him and continued. "Now, tell me about the Satsuma Rebellion. What was it, and why did it fail?"
Renji didn't even have an answer to that. What was funny was that he knew a lot about the Rebellion, but nothing else mattered in the presence of a big booby MILF.
Nothing except the big booby MILF herself.
Renji needed to write her name down and fuck this damned MILF.
Yes, this was a tutoring class, but the idea was Renji would be the one doing the tutoring. Teaching her a lesson.
But— 'She's not letting me go. I really need to write her name, but if I pull the book out now, she'll see it.'
'She can't see me write her name. It's against the rules!'
He muttered something about samurai rebelling, his voice weak, his face sweating. "Uh... they lost because of guns?"
Haruka's face twisted in exasperation. "Wrong! They failed because the Meiji government's modernization overwhelmed their traditional ways."
"Pay attention, Renji Kenshiro! Didn't you say you want to learn! Or are you too distracted by... whatever's in that backpack?"
Her eyes narrowed. "What's so important in there anyway?"
Renji frowned in fear.