Now that his worry about Reina’s horniness wearing off had been diluted, Renji prepared for the first day of his revenge plan.
The weekend was over and today was Monday, which meant school.
The sun crept through Renji’s blinds and lit up his room. But Renji wasn’t there. He wasn’t even at his house.
He was in Reina’s, once the iron-fisted widow who’d nag him about rent, and now his personal mummy-caretaker.
Early that morning, she had bustled around her kitchen like a doting housewife, her massive tits jiggling under a tight sweater as she whipped up breakfast.
The smell of sizzling bacon and rice filled the air, but Renji’s cock was more interested in the way her ass swayed in those skin-tight leggings, barely containing her juicy curves.
"Renji, you need to eat proper food, not that instant ramen crap," Reina had scolded, her voice still carrying that landlady edge, but her eyes sparkled with slutty devotion as she set a steaming plate of eggs, bacon, and rice on the table.
Now, under Renji’s direct orders, she was kneeling between his legs, her hands gripping on his boxers as she gave him an early morning fellatio.
As a loyal housewife, she couldn’t allow him to go to school hungry... or pent-up.
Renji grinned, leaning back in his chair, his cock wet and sloppy from her ruthless sucking.
"Mrs. Reina, you’re spoiling me," he said, one hand tangling in her messy bun and the other holding a bacon close to his mouth. "Keep sucking me off while I eat. Gotta make sure I’m drained before class."
Reina gobbled him down obediently, her old shame was completely gone now, she was merely a woman finally satisfied and having a purpose apart from collecting rent.
Her lips stretched tight around his girth, saliva dripping down her chin as she bobbed, her throat working him like a pro.
The wet slurp mixed with the clink of Renji’s chopsticks as he shoveled rice into his mouth, groaning at the double pleasure: savory breakfast and his landlady’s greedy mouth.
A perfect mix.
"Fuck, you’re way too good at this," he grunted, his hips bucking, shoving his cock deeper until she gagged, her eyes watering but never pulling back.
Finally, his orgasm came and he held her head to make sure she— "Swallow it all, Mrs. Reina. Don’t waste a drop."
Reina gagged, a muffled "Mmmph!" escaping as she gulped every drop, her tongue lapping at his tip to clean him off. Her pussy dripped onto the floor, soaking her leggings, her own arousal spiking as she worshipped his young cock.
She pulled back with a wet pop, a string of cum and saliva dangling from her swollen lips, her face flushed with satisfaction and lustful joy.
"Thanks, Mrs. Reina," Renji said, smirking as he tucked his cock away and finished his breakfast. "Best mummy-caretaker a guy could ask for."
She stood, wiping her mouth, her thighs trembling as she tried to regain her stern facade. "J-Just... get to school," she stammered, but her eyes lingered on his crotch, hungry for more.
Renji grabbed his backpack and headed out, he hadn’t taken the Milf Note with him. He knew how risky that was, considering his bullies always liked searching his backpack.
With a grin on his face, he took the bus.
His morning had been fantastic so far, yet, his mood soured when the bus stopped and he stepped down into the premises of Seihou High.
The school was a big one. One of the biggest in the city, and sponsored by Kaito Hoshizawa’s parents, which was obviously what gave him the audacity to go around bullying whoever he wanted.
However, if Renji’s plans panned out perfectly, all of that was going to stop.
In the classroom, Renji alongside the rest of the students sat in waiting as Miss Haruka Minami, their history teacher, prepared to announce the scores of the last test.
Renji sat with a distraught look on his face. He knew he was going to flunk the test so the waiting only made him bitter.
"Test scores are in," Miss Haruka announced, her voice sharp as she slapped a stack of papers on her desk.
She called out names, handing tests back with a nod of her head or soft smile. So far, everyone had passed with good scores. But then, she got to Renji.
"Renji Kenshiro," she said, her lips curling into an irritated grimace. "Another pathetic failure. Thirty-two percent."
Renji walked to the front of the class as everyone sneered and laughed. He stood in front of Miss Haruka, waiting for her to hand over the test score.
But she obviously wasn’t done.
Folding her arms and glaring at him like he was a criminal, she spouted more angry words. "Do you even try, or are you just too stupid to get it? No work ethic, no brain:;just a lazy little boy leeching off everyone else."
The class erupted in laughter, Kaito and his goons howling loudest, slamming their desks. "What a loser!" Kaito shouted, tossing a crumpled paper at Renji’s head.
Renji’s fists clenched, his face burning with rage, but he bit it back. He wasn’t really angry that she was berating him, he was angry because she knew why he’d failed.
It was because of her! She’d sent him on an errand to get a textbook for her on the day she had taught them that particular topic.
Even worse, when he returned, she didn’t even inform him that she had a test planned for the next class, so while others prepared, Renji had been caught completely off guard.
He’d told her, begged for an extension, but she’d just scoffed and said, "Excuses don’t pass tests."
Now she was humiliating him in front of everyone.
This wasn’t the first time either. It was like she had it out for him. Miss Haruka was always nicer and warmer with the other students, but whenever it came to him, she regarded him with a sterner face and usually made him the errand boy in her classes.
"You better study hard next time unless you want to fail this class! If you do, you’ll never get into a university and you’ll end up in the streets!"
Renji glared at her for a while longer, his innocent face almost turning to something terrifying. Haruka glared back like she was daring him, but Renji eventually did nothing.
He only grabbed his test, the red "32%" mocking him, and slunk back to his seat as laughter and murmurs rang in his ears.
"Hey, Renji, don’t let her get to you."
Renji turned his head to his left. There, he saw Hitomi, the principal’s daughter, leaned over from the next desk, her short skirt riding up, her cute face all sympathetic.
"Wanna study together? I could help."
Renji gave her a completely bland, uninterested expression. "No, I’m good," he muttered, brushing her off.
She was no MILF.
Hitomi, appearing hurt, quietly sat back, head low.
Meanwhile, Renji’s eyes were glued on Miss Haruka. Her pencil skirt was so tight that he wondered how they never ripped from the strain of her thunder thighs and hips. Even her white blouse was struggling against her massive tits.
When she turned to write on the board, he watched her every curve with two emotions swirling in his gut.
Anger and lust.
’I’m so tired of her turning me into the scapegoat every time. Why the hell does she have it out for me out of all the students?’
His eyes narrowed.
’Miss Haruka... She’s definitely over 30 years old, right? With curves like that...’
Maybe he should set his sights on his bitchy teacher for now, so he could teach her a lesson of his own.