The babymaking depravity ended and the morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of Renji's apartment.

After rounds and rounds of emptying his balls with Reina, he woke up feeling refreshed. His muscles were loose, his mind was clear, like all the tension had been fucked out of him.

He stepped out of the shower, steam clinging to his skin, and toweled off briskly, humming a tube into the morning air.

Slipping into his school uniform, he caught the savory aroma of breakfast wafting from the kitchenette. Reina, as the devoted housemilf she was, had risen early despite the late-night breeding session, and had made sure his breakfast was ready in time.

Renji entered the kitchen, spanking her fat ass through the shorts he wore as she giggled naughtily.

"What's for breakfast, Reina?"

She set a plate on the table: grilled fish, pickled veggies and chocolate tea—a simple but hearty spread.

"Eat up, Master," she said with a submissive smile, her eyes sparkling with that programmed adoration. "You need your strength after last night."

"You're right about that."

Renji sat down, digging into the meal, the flavors bursting on his tongue as he ate. "Damn, this hits the spot. You're such a great cook, Reina."

Reina smiled. "Thank you, Master."

He ate quickly and once finished, he stood, pulling Reina into a deep, lingering smooch to thank her.

"Mhm!" she moaned, melting against him as they kissed sloppily. "Mmaster…"

Renji broke away with a grin, giving her ass another firm spank that made it jiggle under the shorts. "Good girl. I'll see you when I get back tonight. Who knows, we could go for another session."

Reina giggled, handing him a neatly wrapped bento box for lunch. "I'll be waiting, Master. Have a good day at school." She watched him with hungry eyes as he slung his bag over his shoulder and headed out the door, locking it behind him.

The stairs creaked under his feet as he descended the apartment.

His street had a thing of looking so pretty in the morning. The air was crisp and invigorating. There were birds chirping from nearby wires, and a silence that felt like a tender noise.

He could hear the hum of traffic as he distanced from the building. He turned the corner onto the main road, his mind already shifting to classes and the Sunshine Center later, when a figure stepped out from behind a vending machine, blocking his path.

Bunji leaned against the machine with a cigarette dangling from his lips, his hair was disheveled as usual and he wore a patched up jacket. "Yo, Renny boy. Long time no see."

Renji stopped short, his happy mood instantly evaporating. That look on Bunji's face wasn't very assuring. It looked too sharp, too calculated. Something was up.

"Bunji. What the hell are you doing here?"

Bunji took a drag, exhaling smoke lazily. "What, can't a guy catch up with an old pal? Heard you've been doing alright for yourself. Heck! You didn't even tell me when you got out of jail."

Renji crossed his arms, standing his ground without flinching. He wasn't about to cower in front of this lowlife. "Why would I? Didn't you and the crew ditch me to get clapped by the cops. Left me hanging while you all scattered like roaches. Don't act like we're buddies now."

Bunji barked a laugh, flicking ash onto the pavement. "Fair point, fair point. But hey, water under the bridge, right? Besides, you don't look like you've had it that tough. You're looking pretty good. Hold on—"

He peered deeper into Renji's face. "Did you lose your virginity?"

Renji's eyes narrowed, impatience creeping in. "Cut the shit, Bunji. Why are you really here? You didn't come to my house for a chat."

Bunji's grin turned evil, his eyes glinting with opportunism. He leaned in closer, and spoke with a dropped voice.

"Alright, straight to it then. You're not going to like it Renny Boy, but that's for you to deal with."

Renji stayed focused, eyes slit.

"So some dude named Hideo cornered me outside your place yesterday. Offered me a fat stack—500 thousand yen—to rat you out. He wants to know where the bicycle from that 'accident' is, and if you're the one who orchestrated the whole fake hit on that Mrs. Hoshizawa broad."

Bunji chuckled. "You know what's funny? He promised the rider won't get in trouble; he just needs proof it was you who made up the whole thing. Apparently, that woman you hired me to fake hit is some powerful bitch—loaded, influential."

Renji's jaw tightened, anger flaring at Hideo's persistence. That nosy bastard was still digging, huh?

"And you believed him? Come on, Bunji. You're certainly going to get in trouble if you spill. You were part of it. He'll turn on you the second they get what they want."

Bunji shrugged, unfazed. "Nah, I don't think so. I caught the dude red-handed trying to break jnfo your place, so I've got dirt on him too. Leverage, y'know?"

Renji clenched his jaw. 'Fuck. Why is he telling me this.' "Did you do it? Did you rat me out?"

Bunji laughed. "Heck no. Not for 500 thousand yen."

Renji let out a short breath. "So then why—"

"But here's the deal, Renny boy. I could use that money, so if you want me go keep me quiet, cough up 2 million yen. Cash. That'll make me forget all about Hideo's offer."

Renji stared, bewildered. "Two million? Where the hell am I supposed to get that kind of money?"

He had ten million, but that wasn't money he planned to spend on blackmail.

Bunji chuckled darkly, snuffing out his cigarette under his boot. "Try that Mrs. Hoshizawa woman. She's a billionaire's wife, right? Squeeze her for it, or hell, maybe tap into whatever else you've got going."

"Bunji, 2 million yen is a bit much don't you thi—"

"Oh, and speaking of... that Hideo guy mentioned you're hanging with that cop, the former Commissioner's daughter. You've been hitching rides with her like your friends. The same cop who tried to bust us back then? What if I told the old crew you're buddies with her? They'd love to pay you a visit."

Renji's eyes widened, a chill running down his spine. How did Bunji know about Mrs Endo? Had Hideo pieced it together and told him?

Fuck. He knew what delinquents gangs would do if they found out someone who had been among them was friends with a cop.

This was a threat he couldn't ignore. "Fine," he spat, clenching his fists. "I'll get you the money. But this better square us."

Bunji's grin widened, satisfied. "Atta boy. You've got two days. Don't be late." He patted Renji's shoulder mockingly. "Fitting deadline for a snitch like you, eh?"

Renji shoved his hand away, anger boiling. "Two days? That's bullshit. Why not make it a week or something."

Bunji shook his head, already turning to leave. "Nah, two days. Tick-tock, Renny." He sauntered off, whistling tunelessly, leaving Renji fuming on the sidewalk.

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