Throughout the bus ride, a scowl had been plastered on Renji's face. When he arrived, he stormed through the school gates, his face buried in the same scowl, shoulders hunched as he weaved through the morning crowd of chattering students.

Students shuffled out of the way, some yelled at him, demanding why he had shouldered through them. But Renji didn't care to respond.

He simply kept his head low, seething. His mind was a whirlwind of fury. All he could think about was Hideo, that persistent prick, still sniffing around like a dog with a bone.

What exactly was he up to anyway? Was it best to stop him quickly before he did something dangerous like find the Note? Renji grunted quietly. He hated being outplayed like that, forced to abide by someone else's rules.

Maybe that was something he'd cultivated from the power the Note gave him.

The problem was Hideo wasn't a woman, so the Milf Note was useless on him directly, but surely there were women close to him: a wife, a sister, a mother he could ensnare, bend to his will, and use to crush the bastard from the inside.

What about Bunji? That delinquent thief, the same lowlife he'd paid to stage the bike accident, now turning on him for a quick buck.

Renji's fists clenched in his pockets.

Bunji had a sister, didn't he? Some hot older chick slumming it in their rundown neighborhood.

But he was going to give Bunji a chance. Rather than over dramatize things, he'd cough up the 2 million from his 10 million stash to shut him up.

However, if Bunji tried anything slick after that, he'd have no choice but to act.

These people kept getting in his way, piling up like obstacles in a bad game, and it was getting infuriating.

Renji just wanted to fuck MILFs in peace.

Lost in his rage, he nearly barreled straight into Hitomi, who was adjusting her school bag on her shoulder.

"Whoa. Sorry!" he blurted, catching himself just in time, his hand shooting out to steady her arm.

Hitomi blinked, then smiled brightly, her eyes lighting up. "It's okay, Renji! You look... intense this morning. Everything alright?"

He forced a nod, shoving down the anger under her pretty gaze. "Yeah, just... stuff on my mind. Hey, we still on for the art room later? Updates on the competition?"

"Absolutely," she replied, her voice enthusiastic. "I'm excited to see what you cooked up for the competition!"

Renji smiled. That warm feeling came again, but he ignored it and they parted ways.

Renji headed to his locker, scanning the halls. The usual suspects—the bully squad of Kaito, Haru, Iroha, and Jiro—lurked by the vending machines, but surprisingly, they kept their distance today again.

Kaito shot him a venomous glare, his jaw tight, while the others muttered among themselves, casting sidelong looks but making no moves.

No shoves, no taunts, no attempts to corner him. Renji was yet to figure out what it was that was causing this.

The school day unfolded smoothly again. This used to be a rare breather amid his chaos, but two days in a row was pretty stunning.

Economics class dragged with equations he solved half-heartedly, at history, Haruka taught with her teacher mode activated, the slutty side of her hidden and preserved for Renji.

Literature class was more fun because that was the first time Renji and Kaori were meeting after their fuck session in her apartment.

Kaori, stood at the front of the room in her fitted blouse and pencil skirt, her curves on subtle display as she lectured on classic Japanese poetry.

But her eyes kept drifting to Renji, locking with his in heated, unspoken promises. He leaned back in his desk, staring her down with a predatory gaze, imagining stripping her right there.

Because of the way he looked at her, she continuously faltered mid-sentences, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she adjusted herself every time.

"Ahem... as Basho wrote in his haiku, the... the fleeting nature of life is captured in..." Her voice hitched, her free hand gripping the podium tighter, nipples hardening visibly against her blouse.

It was like her senses were so heightened that just looking at her caught her all riled up.

Renji's eyes roamed her body shamelessly, eyefucking her with every glance. He pictured those full lips around his cock, her ass bent over the desk.

Kaori tried to continue with the class, but she met his stare again and again, biting her lip subtly, her breathing shallow.

In the end however, the class droned on, even though the air between them crackled with lust. Kaori ended the lesson with homework.

"Class, discuss... discuss the themes in pairs," she managed, turning away to hide her arousal, but Renji knew that she was soaked just from being in the same room.

The bell rang, students filed out for lunch, but Renji lingered in the homeroom, locking the door behind the last one.

Rather than Haruka, he wanted to have Kaori for lunch today.

The literature teacher was already on her knees before him, her hands trembling as she unzipped his pants, freeing his hardening cock.

She stroked it slowly at first, her palm gliding over the veiny length, eyes glazed with desperation.

"Look at you," Renji teased. "Stroking so willingly. A few days ago you were disgusted by such acts."

Kaori blushed. "It's not my fault that I want this so badly," she moaned sluttily, her voice a husky whisper, lips inches from the tip.

"Then whose fault is it? Stop shifting blame and accept that you're a full blown cock slut, Miss Katsura."

He immediately pushed in, thrusting his cock into her mouth.

Kaori let out a mumbled "Mhmmm!" as he filled her mouth completely, sliding into her throat.

"Just suck it like I taught you," he instructed her.

She obeyed, taking him with nasty slurps, her tongue swirling around the head like a whirlwind, saliva already dribbling down his shaft.

Bobbing her head, she gobbled him greedily, deepthroating with wet glurks, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard.

"Mmmph. Sho good," she mumbled around his girth, her free hand fondling his sack while the other twisted at the base.

"You're getting so much better at sucking cock, Ms Katsura," Renji said, hand on her head.

SCHLICK SCHLICK GLURK.

She hummed vibrations through him, eyes watering as she pushed deeper, gagging herself on purpose for that extra nasty thrill, drool cascading onto her blouse and staining the fabric over her heaving tits.

Renji groaned, threading his fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm as pleasure built. "That's it, you cock-hungry teacher slut. Ruin your career and become a cocksucker. Suck it like you mean it."

As though his words were fuel, she sucked faster. Her head and lips moved like a machine, taking him in, out, in, out. Again and again.

SLURP SLURP SLURP!!

"Ngh!" A growl escaped Renji. He edged closer, hips bucking slightly, the pressure coiling tight in his balls.

Just as the peak hit, his body tensed and cum surging up his cock tube. "Fuck, here it comes, Ms Katsura. Drink it up!"

As cum splashed out into her mouth, a sudden crackle echoed from the intercom speaker on the wall.

"Attention: Renji Kenshiro, please report to the principal's office immediately."

Renji froze mid-groan, his cock twitching in Kaori's mouth as she paused, wide-eyed, both of them staring up at the speaker in stunned silence.

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