The car Mrs Endo had today was a different one. A sleek black sedan. Renji wasn't surprised, the Endos likely had so many other cars piled in that large garage of theirs.

The vehicle glided through the quiet lit streets of the city, the engine humming softly like a contented predator after a hunt.

Miyako gripped the steering wheel with her manicured hands, the same hands that had been fingering her sopping cunt just some minutes ago.

She had a straight posture, a professional driver who knew the rules of driving because she enforced them. Regardless of how the faint scent of her arousal lingered in the confined space, she still appeared to like the serious woman she was supposed to be.

Renji sat in the passenger seat, his body relaxed against the plush leather, staring out the window at the passing blur of neon signs and streetlights that flickered like distant stars in the early night.

It was just past dusk, the sky a deep indigo fading to black, with the first hints of stars piercing through the urban haze.

The roads were mostly empty at this hour, save for the occasional taxi or late commuter, but they were likely to fill up soon with people returning from late night jobs.

His eyes admired the city night, watching the slick asphalt caused by the recent light rain that left reflective puddles that had these neon shimmers under the headlights.

Inside the car, the air conditioning whispered cool blasts, carrying a faint floral note from Miyako's perfume, mingling with the underlying musk of sweat and sex that clung to Renji's skin.

For some reason, Renji felt it all, all of this, like someone waking up from a deep sleep, or someone released from a prison

It felt like freedom.

A pure, unadulterated relief washing over him after the chaos of the day. No more looming threats, no more heart-pounding fear that everything could unravel.

Heh! Seriously though, for a second there he really thought he was done for. He had been so scared, he couldn't believe he actually tried to throw away the Milf Note.

His mind drifted back to those final minutes with Kaori, the way he'd utterly ruined her in that dingy apartment.

She'd been a quivering mess by the end, her body slick with sweat and cum, folded and fucked into submission.

Even after it seemed like it was over, he had given her an extra pounding. Using her virgin ass one more time.

After pounding her virgin ass, he'd flipped her onto her back, pinning her legs wide as he slammed into her pussy one last time, his cock throbbing as he unloaded the most painful load deep inside her.

He had to scrape the last drops of cum from his balls just to get enough to fill her again.

"Look at you, you mucky little slut," he'd growled, watching her eyes glaze over with mindless bliss, her fat tits heaving with each ragged breath.

Cum leaked from her stretched holes, mixing with her squirt on the sheets. It was a true view of a completed conquest: Kaori's once-pristine body was now a depraved canvas of bruises, bite marks, and glistening fluids.

"Promise me you'll keep your mouth shut from tomorrow on. You won't ever tell anyone about what you saw, about what we did. Unless you want to never feel this cock again."

Kaori, lost in the haze of overstimulation, had nodded frantically, her voice a broken whisper: "I... I promise, Renji. Anything... just don't stop fucking me."

Mindlessly, she'd agreed, sealing her fate as his new secret fucktoy, a new piece of his ever growing milf collection.

She was a trembling wreck when he left her.

Renji sighed silently now, the sound lost in the hum of the car.

That fear had really been real. His heart had pounded like a drum all through the ordeal, especially when the Milf Note failed to work the first time.

But now? Relief flooded him, warm and satisfying.

That mess was behind him, and he'd even scored a new milf slut in the process. He never expected to go after Ms Katsura, even though she was really sexy. If he was going to go for her, he never planned for it to be this early.

Nevertheless, it was a welcomed change of plans.

Now, with that out of the way, he could refocus on his next target: Ayame Sada.

The bitchiest mother of the three.

He recalled what he knew of her: Ayame was a true powerhouse in the corporate jungle, leading Vanguard Global Industries, one of Japan's elite conglomerates in tech and manufacturing.

Her net worth was in the billions of yen, bloated from stock options, bonuses, and board gigs. Her husband, Kuiji Sada, was a politician like Taiga Hoshizawa, a high-ranking assemblyman in the national diet, knee-deep in trade committees that funneled sweet deals back to Vanguard.

Their marriage was a power play consisting of joint fundraisers, insider infrastructure gigs, the kind of elite maneuvering Renji could barely wrap his head around.

Ayame was infamous for her ruthless negotiations, closing massive mergers over sake, lobbying for tax breaks that lined their pockets. She was the big fish, no doubt, and probably the toughest milf to claim yet.

But damn, the challenge made his cock twitch just thinking about breaking her.

With the Milf Note, no woman was unfuckable!

Miyako glanced over at him, her eyes flicking from the road to his face. She noticed the expression on his face, or maybe she noticed just his face and her full lips parted slightly.

A hint of concern, maybe even longing, showed in her expression. "You're being so quiet, Renji," she said softly, her voice laced with that mature, sultry tone that Renji was getting used to. "What are you thinking about?"

Renji turned his head slowly, meeting her gaze. "Nothing much," he replied casually, but his eyes lingered on her face.

He saw her pupils dilate, and even the disappointed hunger in her eyes was hard to hide. Miyako looked like a woman starved, her cheeks flushing faintly as she could tell he was gazing at her.

Renji's lips stretched to a playful smile. "I know you were horny for my cock back there," he said, his innocent voice sounding more like a teasing growl. "But I had to focus on Kaori. Make sure she enjoyed her first time properly."

Miyako's grip tightened on the wheel, her thighs shifting slightly as she drove. "I understand," she murmured, a breathy edge to her words. "It's important that she enjoys her first time and have you to herself. Just like I did."

Renji nodded. "See? You get it perfectly."

"But…" her cheeks reddened with nervous shame. "It's just... I like you so much, Renji. And I like your cock way too much. I could barely control myself watching you with her. It took everything not to beg for a turn."

He chuckled lowly, reaching over to pat her thigh, feeling the warmth through her skirt. "Don't worry about it. Sunday's coming up pretty soon anyway. You'll get your fill then."

She let out a soft sigh, her body adjusting in the seat, one hand briefly dipping between her legs to press against her wet pussy.

She didn't have a chance to change her panties after the fingering session she indulged in, so her panties were presently smeared.

"Mmm, I really can't wait, Renji," she whispered, her eyes half-lidded as she focused back on the road.

Renji watched her for a moment, his mind turning gears.

Come to think of it, both she and Ayame moved in wealthy circles, and since they had talked informally during the meeting with Haruka, they should know each other a bit, right?

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