Miyako was a high-ranking police official with ties to the elite. And under his control via the Milf Note, she wouldn't want to hold back any secrets from her master.

This was a perfect chance to get some more inside information on his next target.

"Hey, Mrs. Endo," he said casually, leaning back. "You know Mrs Ayame Sada, right?"

Miyako glanced shortly at him and nodded, her expression neutral but cooperative. "Not very personally, but we're acquainted. We've crossed paths at a few charity events and political gatherings. Why do you ask?"

"Tell me what you know about her," he requested. "Even the juicy part. Especially the juicy part."

As a police chief, Renji expected that Miyako must be aware of some shady stuff involving Ayame Sada and her husband.

Miyako glanced at him again. "Why do you want to know?"

"I was just curious," Renji said. "I saw her a few days ago at school and I've been thinking."

Miyako pouted her lips thoughtfully, suspecting that Renji had something daring planned, but she told him anyway.

"Well, from what I know and heard; that woman, Ayame, is a real bitch in the boardroom."

Renji frowned. 'Must be really bad if everyone agrees with what I think of her.'

Miyako continued. "I've seen her at those high-society mixers, where she schmoozes with politicians and executives like it's a battlefield. She's got this icy demeanor, always dressed in those power suits that scream 'don't fuck with me.'"

She thought for a while. "Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this but she's involved in some gray-area dealings. Her husband, Kuiji, uses his diet position to push through trade policies that benefit Vanguard directly. We were investigating it and it was just stopped like that.

Renji didn't really care for all that stuff but Miyako went on anyway. "I've heard whispers in the force about insider trading investigations that got buried; Ayame's name popped up in a few, tied to stock dumps right before market crashes."

Renji nodded, absorbing it all. "What about her family? How does she act at home?"

"I don't really know much there because we're not that close, but…" Miyako paused, her tone dropping conspiratorially, "I do know that she's really disappointed, maybe even disgraced by her son, Iroha."

Renji's eyes widened like he'd seen the jackpot. "Are you sure?"

"From my perspective, Renji? Yes. Oh, I've witnessed it firsthand a few times. At one fundraiser last year, Ayame was bragging about Vanguard's latest merger, and someone asked about how Iroha was doing in school, if he was following in her footsteps."

"Her face tightened in this ashamed, uncomfortable manner, and she brushed it off with a fake smile, saying something like, 'He's finding his own path.' But later, I overheard her snapping at him in a side room. 'Why can't you apply yourself like the other heirs? Straight A's aren't optional in this family!'"

"The poor kid looked crushed. Another time, at a corporate family event, Iroha gave a little presentation on a school project. It was something basic about economics, I don't remember. But I do remember Ayame interrupting him mid-sentence, correcting him harshly in front of everyone: 'That's not how markets work, Iroha. If you can't grasp basic business principles, how do you expect to inherit anything?' It was brutal."

She shook her head. "She acts like he's just not up to her standards. I've heard her say he's not smart enough in school, and has no drive for business like her. She's all about legacy and power, and he comes off as... average. Lazy, even. I've seen her bully him subtly, pushing him into tutoring sessions or internships he hates, just to mold him into her image. It's like he's a disappointment she can't hide forever."

Renji's mind raced. 'Ah, Poor Iroha. It all makes sense now,' he thought with a twisted sympathy. 'So you probably bully me because you know I'm everything your mother wants you to be, huh?'

This info was gold. He could use that to his advantage, and he knew exactly her.

The car pulled up to his apartment building, the engine idling as Miyako put it in park. "Here we are," she said, turning to him with that hungry gaze again.

Renji leaned in, grabbing her by the back of the neck and pulling her into a nasty, slobbering kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth aggressively, tasting the remnants of her lipstick, saliva mixing in wet strings as he dominated the exchange, his free hand groping her breast through her blouse.

She whimpered when he pulled back, her lips swollen and shiny. "More, please, Renji..."

He grinned wickedly, reaching down and slapping her tits hard, the sound echoing in the car as they jiggled under the impact. "See you on Sunday," he said dismissively, stepping out and slamming the door behind him.

Renji unlocked his apartment door and slipped in, kicking off his shoes.

He made his way to the bedroom, only to freeze in the doorway. There was Reina, sprawled on his bed in sexy black lingerie that hugged her voluptuous curves.

His eyes registered the sexy lace panties riding high on her wide hips, a sheer bra barely containing her heavy breasts, and her long hair fanned out on the pillow.

However, she was fast asleep, her giant breasts rising and falling rhythmically.

Renji's eyes widened. 'Shit,' he thought, the realization hitting him.

He was so wrapped in dealing with the Kaori problem that he'd completely forgotten about their planned fuck session tonight. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. They could do it tomorrow; hopefully, she wouldn't be too mad about it.

Renji stripped off his clothes, letting them pool on the floor, his semi-hard cock swinging free as he climbed into bed beside her.

'Besides, why would she even dare be mad?' he thought, a possessive smirk crossing his face. 'I own her.'

He pulled the covers over them both, spooning against her warm, soft body, and drifted off into a sound sleep.

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