After school, the bell rang like a freedom chime. It was the favorite sound for the students; the declaration that they were free from the chains of forceful education, at least for the day.
In their excitement to return home or head to places where they could play or hang out, the kids spilled out of the halls like ants from a hill.
Hitomi, the principal’s daughter, had turned to Renji when the bells rang. She wanted to say something to him, to get his attention. He was, by the way, her crush.
It wasn’t just unusual to anyone who might hear it, but it was unusual to her too.
Out of all the students and boys who made advances at her, trying to get her attention, fawning over her as the Student President and principal’s daughter she was, it was a nerdy lone boy who never got a haircut that she found herself crushing on.
Hitomi was a very outspoken girl, even though reserved at most times. Both sides shone their lights at times.
It was just ironic to her that she always retreated to her reserved nature when it came to Renji, especially because it was her outspoken nature that the situation required.
Renji never seemed interested in her at all. If she was ever going to get him to talk to her, she would have to talk to him first.
Unfortunately for Hitomi, Renji swung higher, older. Her tender age of eighteen was just too young for the mommyfucker.
Before she could say anything to him, he was already sneaking away from the classroom.
He forced his way through the crowds, his backpack slung over his shoulder, his nerdy face sweating as he successfully escaped school without running into Kaito and his goons.
Not even turning back once, Renji continued down the street. He was headed to the old park behind the school.
It was his personal hiding spot for the Milf Note. At least for the day.
A forgotten spot under a gnarled oak tree, where the roots formed a natural cavity hidden by bushes and fallen leaves.
It might seem as a risky place to hide a very powerful notebook, but no one ever went there. That part of the park was abandoned, overgrown with weeds, and rumored to be haunted by old ghosts or some bullshit.
None of that was true of course. It was just a really uninviting place in a park supposed to be for children and fun.
Renji had discovered it years ago, digging a small hole under the roots to hide his stolen pens and manga, making sure it was sealed with a flat stone that blended into the ground.
’No one finds this spot,’ he thought, glancing around to ensure no one was watching, his heart pounding as he knelt, brushing away leaves and lifting the stone.
The Milf Note lay there, safe in a plastic bag, its black leather gleaming faintly. He tucked it into his backpack, a perverted grin creeping on his face.
’And now, for my next victim. Hopefully, she shows up.’ He stood straight and looked around, making sure once more that he wasn’t being watched.
’I don’t think I have it in me to blackmail her again. That was rough.’
He headed to the old park bench nearby, the meeting spot he’d chosen. Even though it was old, it was a nice looking bench, near the center of the park where people could sit and watch their kids or pets play.
Haruka arrived minutes later, her stern face set in a scowl, her giant tits bouncing with each angry step, her skirt swishing around her thick thighs.
Renji forced back a smile when he saw her coming. It wasn’t a horny smile, it was one of relief.
He was grateful she came so he wouldn’t have to threaten her over again.
He wasn’t a heartless avenger yet, but he was getting there.
Maybe.
Let’s see how this goes.
"Renji, you mischievous brat!" Haruka snapped instantly on her arrival. Her voice was sharp as always and her eyes were narrowed behind her glasses, cheeks slightly flushed from the walk.
The thing was; all her anger was no longer annoying to Renji. Now, it kind of turned him on.
He felt stupid.
But there was no one to judge him but himself. So he had no reason to care. This busty teacher turned him on whenever she was angry, so he was going to fuck her to stupor because of it, and add her to his MILF roster.
Renji’s world. Renji’s rules.
"This better not be some trick," Haruka continued. "Why did you choose the park to meet? You think I’m stupid? You want people to see us?"
Renji’s face flushed, his nerdy nervousness kicking in. He shot his hands forward and waved them in panic. "No... No. It’s actually the opposite. The park is quiet at this time, see? I just wanted privacy, Miss Haruka."
Haruka was silent for a while as she grudgingly looked around. "You really want me to believe that you considered my privacy before choosing this place?"
Renji shrugged. "Believe it or not, Miss Haruka. I don’t hate you as much as you hate me. Despite how you’ve treated me, I just want you to teach me."
The sexy teacher froze, all her sexy plumpness almost stiffening to ice as she stared at him. Guilt painted her features.
Renji continued. "We can take a taxi from here to your house. What do you say?"
Even though he was slightly more assured in himself, his voice cracked when he asked the question and his nervousness took over again.
His hands sunk into his pockets, fidgeting while his eyes peeked at her hot body, her curves screaming MILF perfection, his cock twitching at the thought of her soon being his.
Haruka crossed her arms, pushing her tits up, her expression suspicious, her lips pursed. "You’re acting weird, Renji Kenshiro. This isn’t just about grades, is it? What’s your real game?"
She waited for a while and when he didn’t say anything, she gave up. Her glasses slipped slightly as she leaned in, causing those balloon boobies to spill downward.
"Fine, taxi it is. But one wrong move, and you’re done."
Renji smiled. "Thanks, Teach."
They flagged a taxi, sliding into the back seat, Haruka’s thigh brushing Renji’s, her face set in stern annoyance, her giant boobs jiggling with the bumps.
Renji was inwardly throughout the drive. He couldn’t help but take several peeks at her hot body, those mad curves begging to be grabbed, her stern face hiding the slut he’d unleash.
’Soon, Miss Haruka, you’ll be moaning my name.’
For now, he sat nervously, his nerdy courage building for the moment he’d write her name.
When they arrived at her house, Haruka spoke kindly to the taxi man, paid and waved goodbye. It was odd for him whenever he saw her acting that way, but he realized that that was how she normally acted.
Haruka was genuinely a warm, kind, and cheerful teacher. She only had a frustrated side to herself which she let off using two ways:
Masturbation and berating Renji Kenshiro.
Renji ignored the possibility of a connection between those two stress-relieving avenues for Miss Haruka, and focused on her house.
From the outside, it was yellow. Bright yellow. Like sunlight. It was also neat, suburban, with a fenced yard, the kind of home that screamed ’proper teacher’ on the outside.
Haruka unlocked the door, her face tight with irritation. She hesitated for a moment like she couldn’t believe she was agreeing to this.
But it was best to get it over with quickly.
"Get in, Renji. Let’s get this over with."
Renji crossed the threshold. He entered her house, grinning, because he knew the next thing he was entering was her wet, MILF pussy.