Once he returned to his apartment, Renji immediately got to work.
He sank into the creaky chair at his cluttered desk, pushing all his manga and novels to the side and pulling out his ancient laptop.
Renji had always asked his father for a new one, but ever since that witch, Yuki Sakane, came to his life, Renji's old man spent all of his focus and money on her.
Barely had time for his own son.
Whatever. Renji shook his head, chasing away the thoughts of his evil step mother so he could concentrate on catching the big fish.
Mrs. Hana Hoshizawa.
The computer screen flickered to life, humming like an old engine in his night lit room. He tapped on Search.net and typed "Sunshine Community Center" into the search bar.
Excitement ran through his fingers as he typed the letters, his mind filled with thoughts of fucking such a premium woman.
The website loaded slowly, revealing a homepage with a grainy photo of a modest building on Akenobo Street.
It was building number 142 with a brick facade framed by a sprawling park and a row of refurbished foster homes.
Building No. 142 Akenobo Street.
Renji scribbled the address on a crumpled notepad.
As Haruka had said, Sunshine Center was a non-profit organization that aimed to help foster homes and homeless people.
It was founded three years ago by Hana Hoshizawa who convinced her wealthy husband to use his money to help the community.
So far, over 20,000 people and 55 foster homes had received life-changing aid from Sunshine Center.
Renji pursed his lips, impressed. I guess she really is a kind hearted woman.
He clicked through to the application section: a simple form demanding a resume and a 200-word intent statement.
He had thought of several ways to get into the Center. At first, he wanted to pretend to be homeless, but he thought that was a bit stupid and over the top.
So the next idea was to apply for a job.
Since it was non-profit, he wasn't going to get paid—even though, looking at the state of his life, he probably needed it—but it was a fair enough sacrifice to get close to Mrs. Hoshizawa.
His eyes narrowed as he scrolled. 'If I can get inside her operation, I'm sure we can meet one way or the other.'
A gallery page opened, and on the screen was the full cast of everyone involved in the directorship and ownership of the organization.
Above all of them was Mrs. Hana Hoshizawa, the Owner and CEO.
Unfortunately, it was a portrait so her curves didn't make any appearance. Still, her face was beautiful enough to capture Renji's attention.
Her light purple hair, her sharp features softened by a polished smile, her lovely, warm eyes and her small, full lips.
What an outstanding MILF!
Below her was a cluster of staff and volunteers, their colorful aprons a blur in the background.
Other images flashed by: kids painting at easels, crates of food stacked for foster home deliveries.
Two roles caught his eye. Since they sold art to earn money for donations, a painter position was as good as any.
It promised solitude with brushes and canvases in a back room.
There was also the role of food distributor. It involved hauling supplies to the foster homes, and sharing food to the homeless.
Renji leaned back, tapping his chin, the chair groaning.
'I don't know how the organization works but it feels like the painter job keeps me hidden, while distributing food puts me in her orbit. Close proximity works every time. I'll apply as the distributor, play the dependable guy.'
He was about to select the option when a sharp knock rattled his door.
Renji turned to the door then lifted his gaze to check the time.
8:02 PM.
The clock glowed the numbers, casting red across the room.
It was late enough for him to know that only one person could be knocking on his door by this time.
A smirk tugged at his lips.
He shuffled over, the floorboards creaking, and swung the door open to find Reina, her shy smile barely holding under the porch's weak light.
She clutched a steaming container of curry, its spicy aroma cutting through the night air. She had brought food again.
Nervous, she spoke, "You came back late today… I was lonely, had nothing to do all day."
Her gaze dropped to her feet, then flickered up, voice softer, like she was fighting with her inner ego, "If you'd given me your keys, I could've done your laundry and cleaned your room."
Renji thought that was a great idea. He was too busy now to do his own chores, and since she was offering, why not?
Apart from the Note—which he hides in the park—there wasn't really anything he kept secret in this house.
Hearing her make that offer while holding a plate of food she had cooked for him sent tingles through his body.
Reina was such a good housemilf.
He rubbed his tired eyes, muttering, "I didn't mean to come back late, it was just a tough day."
He took the food with a grunt and thanked her.
"Come in." As she stepped inside, he took the time to look at her.
Reina was wearing a sheer black negligee that clung to her horny body like a second skin.
The fabric stretched tight over her full breasts, nipples dark and erect, pressing against the thin material, while the hem rode high, revealing her thick thighs and a teasing glimpse of her unshaved pussy, glistening with anticipation.
Her curves swayed as she moved, the scent of her arousal mingling with the curry.
Renji's cock woke up.
'Mrs. Reina! What is wrong with you and looking sexy all the time!'
Without a word, he grabbed her roughly by the hips, pulling her against his chest as she moaned, her body melting into his grip.
"Haaahh! Renji!" she exclaimed.
"You reek of desperation and horniness, Mrs. Reina." he whispered into her ear. "Since you're here for a good fuck, let me cut to the chase and give it to you."
Her response was a sluttish moan, deep and throaty, her hips grinding into him, her eyes glazing with need.
He shoved her against his small kitchen counter, the edge digging into her hips as he yanked the negligee up, the fabric tearing with a sharp rip, exposing her quivering flesh.
"Mmhmm…" she mumbled a moan. "You're not wasting… any time."
Renji groaned. "Why should I?"
His hands roamed, squeezing her plump ass, leaving red fingerprints, then spun her around, bending her over the counter.
Dishes clattered to the floor, shattering as he freed his cock—thick, veined, and pulsing—even after the marathon with cock-obsessed Haruka.
Without wasting time, he slammed into her dripping pussy, the wet slap resounding like a gunshot, her juices coating his shaft as he buried himself deep.
"Ooooooohhhh!!"
Reina moaned loud, pleasure filling her over. Renji was certain the neighbors had heard it.
"Yes… fuck me, Renji!" she cried as he started pounding into her, her tits bouncing wildly under the torn negligee, the counter groaning under their weight.
'Is this what my life is going to be now?' Renji thought as he thrusted into Reina. 'I've been a virgin for so long and now I'm fucking sexy milfs in less than three hours after each other.'
'That book changed my life!!!'
He pounded her relentlessly, his hips crashing against her ass, the rhythmic smack of skin on skin filling the room.
Reina's pussy clenched tight, a vice around him, juices streaming down her thighs to pool on the linoleum, the air thick with the musky scent of sex.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he yanked her head back, the sting making her gasp, and spanked her ass hard, the crack sharp as red welts bloomed across her pale skin.
"Harder… please. I was waiting all day for this! I need it!" she cried, her voice breaking with lust, her nails scraping the counter's edge.
Renji obliged, thrusting with brutal force, his cock stretching her wide, the milf pounding turning savage.
Her tits slapped against the counter, the negligee's remnants fluttering, as she clawed at the surface, her moans escalating to screams.
They fucked for an hour, leaving the kitchen and fucking on the futon—the initial stadium of their first pounding performance.
At that point, Reina had already cummed twice, and another orgasm just ripped through her, her squirt spraying across the bed in a messy arc.
Renji didn't stop. He drove deeper, his balls slapping her clit with wet smacks, the room reeking of sweat, cum, and her horny musk.
His grip tightened, pulling her hair until her back arched painfully, and he spanked her again, the sound a thunderclap.
"Take it, my personal housemilf!" he growled, his thrusts peaking.
She screamed, her body convulsing, another orgasm crashing over her as her pussy gushed, soaking them both.
And that was the time he finally came, flooding her with thick, hot cum, the overflow leaking down her legs in sticky rivulets, dripping onto the futon.
Reina collapsed, panting, her body trembling. "I… love you, Renji," she muttered before dozing off to deep sleep.
Renji paused, staring at her. Those were words that he didn't expect.
'She… loves me?'