At the first foster care home in Onukawa, a modest building bustling with kids and caretakers, the team unloaded crates of food and toiletries.

Hana greeted the organizers of the foster care while Yumi directed the distribution. The team worked as they always had, handing out bags of supplies alongside Renji.

They both joked and bantered as they worked —Renji and Hana—chatting with each other and laughing at jokes.

Akira watched from a discreet distance, leaning against the bus with arms crossed, her sunglasses hiding any expression. She never interfered but she was always vigilant.

They left the foster care with smiles and a feeling of successful donation.

The second stop was the other Onukawa foster care that was deeper in the city. This one followed a similar rhythm.

Boxes of household necessities were shared out to grateful families, the air filled with thank-yous and the chatter of children.

Hana and Renji's conversation flowed easily, shifting from lighthearted stories about the center to deeper musings on helping the community, their laughter punctuating the unloading process.

And as she had done before, Akira simply remained at her post, observing from afar, her presence a subtle shadow that didn't disrupt the flow.

Finally, they arrived at the homeless shelter downtown. It was much later in the day now, the last rays of afternoon sun had started casting long shadows on the ground.

Here, the team distributed the remaining supplies of the day. These included warm blankets, non-perishables, and hygiene kits.

Renji handed out his allocated supplies to a line of extended, hungry hands. Hana did the same with a kind smile on her face. Despite the depressiveness of such a place, she didn't let that taint the joy of her face.

Renji matched her energy, sharing smiles and quick exchanges with some of the people in need.

This was the counterbalance Renji required. The necessity he wasn't even aware of yet. For all the degenerate evil he was doing, being in the Center, helping people in need, it helped wash away the sins.

Or at least, smear them with a white paint, hiding them from the outside world.

He couldn't be evil Renji everyday, and even if it had not been for an honest at first, it was something he'd grown to enjoy doing.

For the Milf Note, a brooding vessel of Velkar's soul, this was its least favorite part.

As they continued with the donations, Renji and Hana's also continued, flowing seamlessly like their friendship. This comfortable camaraderie they had made the work feel lighter, even as the day wound down.

All the while, Akira kept her watchful distance, stationed near the entrance or by the bus, her cold demeanor unbroken but unobtrusive.

Soon enough, they were done with all three locations and the bus was completely empty of all the supplies they had brought with them.

After waving goodbye to the homeless people and the organizers of the shelter, they entered the bus to head back to the Sunshine Center.

The day's tasks were complete.

Taking his seat in the bus, Renji reflected on it all. Today had been really good. From school up until now. Even more, the donations had been really fun too. And despite his skepticism of Akira, he'd come to realize that maybe the bodyguard was nothing to worry about after all.

Thirty minutes later, the large bus lumbered back into the Sunshine Center's front space, its tires crunching over the gravel as the engine sighed to a halt.

Renji checked the time. It was 6:13.

The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, painting the scene in warm oranges and lengthening shadows that danced across the weathered brick walls.

Volunteers disembarked one by one, their faces flushed with the satisfaction of a day well spent, though exhaustion tugged at their steps.

Chatter filled the air—recaps of grateful smiles from the foster kids, the heartfelt thanks from the shelter residents—mingling with the distant sound of city traffic beyond the center grounds.

Everyone stepped off. Those who had things to pick up inside the Center did so quickly. Renji went to the restroom and after taking a leak, he spotted Miyu packing her things into her purse.

He spotted his crusty boxers stuffed into a pocket of the purse, unassuming. One would think it was an ordinary handkerchief. Renji smirked.

When she caught his gaze, he winked at her, a reminder that she should not forget what he asked of her.

Renji doubted that she would forget anyway. She was way too obsessed with getting fucked by him, the great god of pleasure.

After everyone was done gathering themselves, they clustered outside the shelter as usual. Hana stood in front of them, offering a wave and words of encouragement to the team.

"Great work today, everyone. We completed every donation without a single hiccup along the way. How wonderful is that? Let's do it again tomorrow!"

Her voice carried that effortless warmth, the kind that made even the longest days feel worthwhile.

"Hell yes!"

"Let's do it one more time, guys!"

"What a successful day!"

Renji smiled at the joy from everyone. He saw an older volunteer struggling and paused to help her with a stray box of leftover supplies before slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

He caught Hana's eye one last time, giving her a nod and a half-smile. "See you tomorrow, Mrs Hoshizawa."

She returned it with a genuine grin. "You too, Renji." Then she turned to her car.

Akira watched, still like a statue.

With a smile and then a huff of deep breath, Renji made his way toward the back of the center, weaving through the scattering group.

The path led to a quieter exit, flanked by overgrown bushes and a chain-link fence that separated the property from a narrow alley.

It was his usual shortcut home, away from the main bustle. His mind wandered idly—dinner options, maybe a quick stop at the convenience store for some instant ramen—as his sneakers scuffed against the cracked pavement.

Without warning, a strong hand clamped onto his shoulder from behind, spinning him around and shoving him hard against the rough brick wall.

The impact jarred him, his backpack slipping to the ground with a thud. Renji's eyes widened in shock, his breath catching as he stared into Akira's face.

'What the…'

She had appeared like a ghost. And fuck! She was so strong, she grabbed him with no restraint, he didn't even have the time to register what was happening.

It made sense she was a security guard.

Her sunglasses were perched atop her head now, revealing her cold purple eyes that burned with accusation.

The secluded spot was perfect for whatever it was she was trying to do. No one from the courtyard could see them here, hidden by the foliage and the building's bulk.

"What the hell are you doing?" Renji demanded with a shocked voice, trying to push back but finding her grip unyielding.

'Just how strong is she?'

Akira leaned in closer, her body pressing firmly against his to keep him pinned. The heat of her radiated through her suit, and he couldn't ignore the way her huge breasts compressed against his chest, soft yet insistent, sending an unwelcome flush through him.

Her scent—something sharp and professional, like crisp linen mixed with a hint of steel—filled his nostrils.

"Drop the nice guy act," she whispered to avoid drawing attention, though her voice was still filled with sharp venom. "It might fool Mrs. Hoshizawa, but it doesn't work on me."

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