The soft morning sounds of the city awakening filtered through the thin curtains of Renji's apartment.

Snowflakes were sprinkling, very few of them before the sun came and dried it all up.

This meant winter—Renji's favorite season—was fast approaching.

The light casted shadows Renji's face, pulling him from his sleep. He got up from bed, looked out the window and smiled at the snow.

After rolling over and landing on his feet, he brushed his teeth, washed his hair and headed to his desk, now wearing a simple t-shirt and sweats.

With a sigh of joy, he picked up the mug of steaming milk coffee that Reina had prepared with her usual meticulous care.

The milky brew jolted his senses, sharpening his mind for the day ahead while sweetening his tongue. This really was the life.

Yesterday's public holiday had been productive: hours spent with Hitomi in the art room, fleshing out his competition piece amid her increasingly obvious flirtations.

But today? School beckoned, along with whatever curveballs it threw.

But first, there was something he had to take care of.

Yesterday, after Hitomi left, he had received a notification on his laptop. An email.

Renji flipped open the device and glanced at the screen. The email notification was there, waiting for him again.

At first, he thought it had been a fake; but Miyu actually did it. He checked the sending address:

[email protected].

It actually checked out.

Renji read the letter again.

"Dear Mr. Renji Kenshiro,

We are pleased to invite you to an interview for the internship position in our Operations Division at Vanguard Global Industries. Your application has been shortlisted based on your impressive qualifications and strong recommendations. Please report to our Tokyo headquarters on Saturday, October 27, 2025, at 10:00 AM. Kindly bring a copy of your resume, identification, and any relevant portfolio materials. We look forward to discussing how your skills can contribute to our dynamic team.

Best regards,

Human Resources Department

Vanguard Global Industries"

Renji set the mug down with a satisfied thud, leaning back in his chair as a predatory grin split his face.

'Miyu. So you actually pulled it off. I should have had more faith in you.'

"Good girl," he murmured aloud, his voice low and approving, laced with that dark edge of possession.

She'd earned her reward, that much was certain. Renji wondered how it would feel having sex with a flat-chested, flat-assed woman like her. But since he was keeping his promise, he was apparently going to find out soon.

More importantly, this was a big deal. This interview was Renji's golden ticket into Ayame Sada's fortress—Vanguard Global Industries, the tech-manufacturing behemoth where billions flowed like water.

If he nailed this, he'd be one step closer to claiming the next milf in his list: the cutthroat executive herself, with her billionaire net worth and political ties.

He wondered what her secret kinks would be. But decided to allow himself to be surprised.

However, he couldn't just go into a major company like that. This was an interview so he had to prepare. He had to make sure he wasn't out of place, that he was truly a young professional, there to get an intern position.

So, the operation was simple: Brush up on corporate bullshit, polish that fake resume, and channel the eager beaver intern vibe.

He fired off a quick confirmation reply—"Looking forward to the opportunity. See you Saturday."—then closed his laptop, standing with a stretch that popped his joints.

Reina emerged from the bedroom, her voluptuous curves barely contained by a silky robe that hugged her heavy breasts and wide hips, her hair tousled from sleep.

She wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her softness against his back, her lips brushing his ear. She gave him breakfast and after he ate, he gave her a deep, possessive kiss, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass firmly, drawing a soft, needy whimper from her.

"Be good while I'm gone."

She nodded breathlessly, her eyes glazed with devotion. "Always, for you."

With that, Renji grabbed his backpack and headed out, the door locking with a click behind him.

The walk to school was invigorating, the crisp October air nipping at his cheeks as he navigated the bustling streets.

Halloween decorations were hung in different houses. Renji wasn't really a fan of Halloween, so he ignored all of it, thinking only about clapping Mrs Ayame Sada's cheeks.

This perverted thought followed him until he arrived at the gates of his school.

Seihou High was buzzing with the usual Friday energy: even though students were returning from a public holiday, they were already excited for the weekend.

Girls gossiped about Halloween plans, the costumes they would wear and the pranks they would pull, laughter and camaraderie filled the air.

Renji, one of the very few walking alone, slipped through, already having a scowl on his face as he headed to where he hid the Note.

For someone who was incredibly smart and nerdy, Renji really hated school.

The morning blurred in routine. Even though he was art-based, they were still stuck with math. He aced the question effortlessly, but he really wanted to get rid of that cursed subject.

History lecture with Haruka was as usual. Renji was sure some students were wondering why Mrs Haruka wasn't singling him out as she used to do.

She was his obedient slut now. That's why.

In literature, Kaori stood at the front, her fitted blouse and skirt accentuating her ridiculous curves, her silver eyes flicking to him with barely concealed hunger.

As she dissected a poem on fleeting desires, her voice hitched when their gazes locked, her thighs pressing together under the podium, nipples perking against the fabric.

Renji leaned back, eyefucking her shamelessly, imagining bending her over right there, and her cheeks flushed crimson as a result, a hand adjusting her glasses to hide the arousal.

The class listened to her lesson, oblivious, but Renji smirked; she'd become such a needy slut ever since.

Lunch was a quick affair in the cafeteria, wolfing down Reina's bento amid the din of trays clattering and laughter.

"You eat really fast, Renji," Hitomi said, sitting beside him.

Renji paused and looked at her. "Oh. I just… I have some things to do."

Hitomi stared at him. 'Is he going to have sex with Mrs. Haruka again?'

That wasn't what Renji's reason was. He was going to have sex with Mrs Katsura.

At the corner table were bullies: Kaito was glaring daggers, Iroha was smirking, Jiro was laughing his ass off, and Haru lifted his face slowly to catch Renji's glance.

On his way to meet Ms Katsura, the school's speakers didn't even give him a chance: "Renji Kenshiro, please report to the principal's office immediately."

Whispers erupted. "Again?" "Its probably for the art competition stuff?"

Renji let out a sigh and cut to the hallway leading to the office.

'She's way too persistent with this shit.'

The admin wing was hushed, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as he approached the oak door marked "Principal Akemi Suzuki." He knocked firmly, entering when she replied sharply.

The office was as imposing as before. Akemi sat behind her massive desk, today she wore a blazer that hugged her full breasts, skirt crossed over toned legs, and her purple eyes piercing behind glasses.

She gestured to the chair, her expression a mix of stern expectation and subtle worry. "Sit, Kenshiro. I assume you know why you're here. Update me on my daughter. I believe she spent some time with you yesterday."

Renji settled in, meeting her gaze steadily but with a hint of deference to soothe her ego. "Yes, ma'am. Hitomi and I spent most of the day together yesterday. We used the public holiday to work on the details for the art project."

"Okay. Did she leave at any time?"

"Not really," Renji replied. "We were together for most of the time so I can't really say that she left. She's... enthusiastic about winning the competition."

Akemi nodded slowly, her pen scribbling notes on a pad, but her purple eyes narrowed, probing. "And? Any signs of this boy? Did she mention that she liked anyone? Did she get calls? Texts?"

Renji narrowed his eyes. "You wanted me to go through her phone?"

Akemi looked up at him. "You were supposed to observe closely."

Renji leaned forward slightly, injecting a thoughtful pause for drama. "I did. There's nothing concrete on a specific guy, but… I could point to one person who I think it could be."

Akemi's eyes widened with enthusiasm. Finally. She had a suspect. "Well what are you waiting for?" she asked him. "Spill it. Who do you think it is?"

Renji shrugged, giving her an expressionless look as he replied, "Haru Endo."

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