Some hours later, the final bell of Seihou High clanged through the stale air. For the second time that school week, a grueling day had come to an end.
Students shuffled out as usual, noise, relief and excitement in the air. Renji shuffled out of the classroom, his backpack heavy with homework and textbooks he had to study.
Exams were fast approaching and he had to maintain a good score if he wanted to get into a good university. Renji's life wasn't totally about mommy milkers and thunder thighs.
Although the ratio was debatable.
Regardless of any of that, he wasn't thinking of his studies for now.
The bullying from Kaito and his crew still stung, but the memory of Miss Haruka's submissive moans and the Milf Note's power burned brighter, fueling his steps as he headed toward the park.
He was oblivious—completely unaware—that Hitomi had caught them fucking in the classroom. She had even watched, masturbated to the sight of her classmate and crush fucking her teacher.
He hadn't even noticed the glances she'd been shooting his direction throughout the classes after that.
Then and even now, his thoughts were elsewhere, laser-focused on Mrs. Hana Hoshizawa, Kaito's mom, the millionaire's wife, and his next target.
After the planning last night, today was the day he began implementing it all.
Reaching the park, he ducked under the familiar oak tree, its gnarled branches casting dappled shadows. He retrieved the Milf Note from its hidden nook, dusted leaves off its cover, and flipped it open.
A smirk crept across his lips as he reread the enchanted pages.
'One more MILF to add to my collection.'
He put the Note in his bag and headed out of the park and into the street.
With a determined nod, he flagged down a weathered yellow cab idling by the curb, the driver's bored eyes meeting his in the rearview mirror.
"Take me to Sunshine Community Center, uhm.. 142 Akenobo Street."
The man scoffed. "I know where Sunshine Center is, kid. Get in."
"Oh. Okay." Renji got in the car, butterflies in his stomach.
The cab lurched forward, weaving through the city's bustling streets, and Renji's mind churned with plans.
'Mrs. Hoshizawa is supposed to be there today. I just have to be careful not to mess up on our first meeting. A kind woman like her wouldn't be fond of troublesome people.'
It was a smart note to make, though his own anxiousness worried him that he would still end up messing everything up.
Even though he didn't believe in it, Renji crossed his fingers.
The cab rolled to a stop outside 142 Akenobo Street, and Renji paid the fare with a shaky hand, stepping out into the late afternoon sun.
Instead of strolling up the main path where volunteers and staff bustled, he veered off, slipping into the background where thick bushes and towering trees offered cover.
He didn't want to just walk into the building, not knowing what to expect. Watching from afar, until he was certain how to approach, was a safer plan.
Behind the bushes was a good place to stay hidden.
Just a few steps in, he was already regretting it. The foliage was a wild tangle. There were way too many thorny brambles snagging his jeans, and overgrown ivy brushing his arms with a ticklish itch.
If there was one thing Renji hated, it was feeling itchy.
He crouched low to avoid the brambles, his sneakers sinking into the soft earth, heart pounding as he peered through the leaves.
But then, a sudden rustle made him jump.
"Shit!" he yelped, flailing and nearly toppling over.
His body froze, staring down at what had startled him. A skinny lizard skittered across his foot, stopping once to nod its head as if to gloat, before skittering away.
His face grew red with embarrassment. "Stupid reptile!"
"Hey everyone get together! We have work to do."
Renji's eyes widened, he leaned in to get a better view of what was happening.
From his leafy vantage point, the Sunshine Community Center was clear and visible. Like in the picture in the website, it was a stunning two-story building with white walls and large, arched windows reflecting the golden sunlight.
The roof was tiled red, and a neatly trimmed garden flanked the entrance, alive with colorful flowers.
Being a center for the community, it was expected that a place like this would be busy, and so it was.
Everyone seemed involved in one activity or the other: there were staff in bright aprons hauling crates of supplies from idling buses, chattering cheerfully.
Younger adults around the ages of 20-26, most likely volunteers, helped as well. Some were young teens and others gray-haired oldies.
They all moved with purpose, unloading bags of rice and canned goods, laughing and gisting as they stacked them near the door.
A bus rumbled up, its engine coughing as it disgorged more boxes, a driver shouting, "Careful with the veggies!"
"I need some help here."
"Is that all the bags of rice?"
The air buzzed with energy, everyone smiling, their faces alight with purpose. They really felt like a community.
Renji watched. He felt a little guilty that he was infecting such a nice place with his lustful goals.
But then, something interrupted his guilt. It was the sound of a car.
Thrummmm… thrummmmm…
From the sound alone, Renji's perked ears could tell that it was a very expensive car, rolling up the drive.
He moved his gaze to see a magnificent black Rolls-Royce Phantom, like liquid obsidian, pulling to a stop.
Everyone stopped what they were doing as if royalty had just arrived.
Which was indeed true.
The driver, a stern man in a crisp suit and dark shades, stepped out, his polished shoes clicking as he opened the rear door with a respectful nod.
Out stepped Mrs. Hana Hoshizawa.
Renji leaned in more, almost falling on his face in his excitement to see. Once the car wasn't blocking her anymore, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.
She was a vision. She was tall and curvaceous, her body wrapped in a modest and elegant navy blazer and pencil skirt, the fabric hugging her full hips and accentuating her hourglass figure.
A cream blouse peeked out, its buttons straining slightly over her ample chest, hinting at the voluptuous breasts beneath.
Her hair was long and purple, falling down her shoulders like a river of grape juice, framing a face of timeless beauty. The same beautiful face he had seen on the website last night.
Though seeing it in real life, it was like meeting an angel.
How could such beautiful people exist in this world?
A gentle smile curved her tender, full lips. Her neck was adorned by a pearl necklace, and her hands, manicured and graceful waved, shook other hands, or hugged.
Renji stared.
He too wanted a hug.
If those giant breasts pressed into his chest, and those soft hands wrapped around him, he was sure he would just burst!
Those curves, the motherly vibe that was oozing out of her. Mrs Hoshizawa was a goddess. Renji could bet her tits were soft as hell under that blouse.
His cock twitched in his pants, a hungry ache building as she moved.
Staff rushed to her, their faces lighting up. "Mrs. Hoshizawa! So good to see you!" a young volunteer chirped, bowing slightly.
"The food drive's going strong thanks to you!" another added, a burly man hefting a crate.
"Your presence lightens up our day!" a woman said. "Welcome, Mrs."
Hana laughed, her voice like honey, "Thank you, everyone. Your hard work is what keeps this place alive."
Renji's thoughts spiraled. 'That laugh... so warm, so inviting. I need to feel those lips, taste that kindness turned slutty.'
He wondered if he was being too over the top with his sex drive.
Soon, Mrs. Hoshizawa headed toward the entrance, followed by the rest of the staff.
Renji strained his eyes, frustration bubbling as she disappeared into the building.
'Damn it, I need to see her again. I guess I better go in now.'
He moved to get on his feet when a sharp voice shattered the silence. "Hey!"
Renji's heart leapt into his throat, and he lost his balance, tumbling to the ground with a thud, leaves and dirt clinging to his shirt.
He looked up, dazed, to see a woman. She was clearly a staff member, staring down at him, her hands on her hips, suspicion all over her face.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?!"