He hadn't forgotten yesterday's realization. After catching the scent of Hitomi's perfume and matching it with the one from the bathroom door.

Hitomi, the class president, was a peeping Tom and apparently, a pervert.

It was kinda funny to imagine. She'd always seemed innocent so this appeared out of the ordinary for her.

Renji didn't really mind the audience, but today was going to be different than the other days? So he couldn't have her knowing his business with Miss Haruka.

He continued to act oblivious, walking towards the bathroom with both hands in his pockets. Hitomi, also, continued to follow.

But just as he turned the corner into another hallway, he pressed himself against the wall and waited.

Hitomi turned, and Renji suddenly appeared in front of her, stepping out casually.

"What's up, Hitomi?"

"Eh—!"

She froze, eyes wide in shock, her petite frame jolting like she'd been caught stealing.

Her face instantly flushed crimson, her eyes darting, cheeks burning. She parted her lips to say something but only a silent gasp came out, her body rigid with panic.

Renji gave her all the time she needed. He simply stood, slightly leaned over, eyes studying her like a bored owl.

The hallway corner felt charged with tension and Hitomi's mind raced in innocent, nervous fear.

'Has he caught me? Does he know I've been watching, peeping through doors, touching myself to him and Miss Haruka? Oh god, what if he tells everyone, or Mom?'

Her sharp eyes widened, her petite body trembling slightly, cheeks burning even redder, spreading to her ears.

"N-Nothing!" she stammered finally, her voice high and shaky, forcing a smile that didn't reach her panicked eyes. "I… I saw you passing and wanted to let you know the time we'll be in school tomorrow—Saturday—to start planning the early stages of the competition."

Renji's eyes narrowed knowingly. He knew that was bull but he played along. "Okay… what time?"

Hitomi swallowed hard, fidgeting with her ponytail. "U-Um… twelve in the afternoon? In the art room. We can… sketch ideas, research…"

"Gotcha," Renji said simply, his voice casual but his gaze piercing.

She fell shut.

They locked eyes for an awkward moment, the air thick. Hitomi's nervous fear clashed with her lingering crush, and Renji's knowing amusement.

Hitomi's lips parted, "So I'll uhm… I'll see you around!"

She spun awkwardly on her heel, hurrying away with stiff steps, her skirt swishing, nearly tripping over her own feet as she fled around the corner.

"Cute," Renji thought as he watched her go. "She is pretty weirder than I thought she was. Like… Why hasn't she told anyone about Miss Haruka and I? Does she like watching us have sex that much?"

He leaned on the wall. "I wonder how long she's been watching us for. Hmm, Hitomi. Are you really that much of a pervert?'

His eyes traced her retreating form: Hitomi was a really sexy girl for a teenager. She was petite but curved in all the right places, her uniform hugging her slim waist and perky ass, legs toned from track club, her sharp face cute when flushed.

She was a smart ass too, always neck-and-neck with him for first and second in class rankings. And that's all he'd ever seen her as. As a competitor.

Even more, she was just as young as him. Perhaps younger if measured in innocence rather than numbers.

So it was difficult for him to see her as anything more.

Renji only wanted MILFs. Mature, voluptuous, broken by life and his cock.

Someone like her mother, Principal Suzuki, that stern, sexy beast.

He watched her vanish down the hall, and then turned pushed into the staff bathroom, locking the door with a click.

The sterile space was already thick with musk and there were moaning sounds filling the place.

Miss Haruka was spread out on a sink like a desperate whore, her thick legs splayed wide, skirt hiked to her waist, panties discarded.

Anal beads gleamed in her stretched asshole, the string dangling between her plump cheeks, while the vibrator buzzed furiously in her sloppy pussy, her juices pouring in rivulets down her thighs, soaking the floor.

Her massive tits heaved under her half-unbuttoned blouse, nipples hard and leaking, face twisted in horny agony as she plunged the toy deeper.

"I've been waiting for you, Master Renji," she moaned breathlessly, her voice slutty and needy. "I couldn't handle it anymore… I had to use the vibrator."

Renji's eyes darkened with scolding dominance. "You whore. Why do you always leave your pussy spread open like this? Anyone could enter here and see a teacher fingering her sloppy cunt."

He stepped closer, yanking the vibrator out with a wet schlop, her hole gaping and squirting. "I told you not to start without me. Disobedient slut."

Haruka whimpered, legs shaking. "I'm sorry, Master… please…"

"No apologizing," Renji growled, unzipping his pants, his thick cock springing free. "Only one way to deal with a disobedient slut."

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"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ooohhh owww!!! Yesss! Yes!! Aaooeeeww!!!"

Haruka's ass shuddered and trembled as Renji, with his hands gripping her wide hips, anal pounded her so hard it made her entire body become a vibrator of its own.

His cock slammed balls-deep into her tight asshole with ruthless force. The beads had been yanked out earlier, her rosebud stretched and winking, now clenching around his veiny shaft like a vice.

Each thrust rippled her plump ass cheeks, the flesh clapping thunderously against his thighs, her thick body jiggling wildly.

Her massive tits bounced free from her blouse, swinging like pendulums, slapping the mirror with wet smacks, as sweat tickled her fat, stupid nipples.

Horny juices poured everywhere. From her empty pussy squirting in arcs onto the floor, mixing with sweat and spit, the bathroom reeking of depraved sex, the sink creaking under her weight.

"Ahhh! Yes, Master! Keep going! Keep pounding my ass!"

Haruka moaned like a bitch in heat, her tongue lolling, mascara running in black tears. Her pussy farted with each withdrawal, juices gushing as Renji's balls slapped her clit, the vibrator now pressed against her swollen nub by his command, buzzing mercilessly.

In between the moans, Renji leaned in, voice commanding amid the sloppy squelches. "Fucking hell! Your premium ass is so good that I almost forgot what I wanted to tell you!"

He pounded harder, forcing his cock deeper into her mushy ass cave. "You have demands to carry out, slut! Are you listening?"

"Yes! Yes, master! I'm all ears! Please tell me what you want your whore to do."

"You're scoring the History exam application tests we wrote a few weeks back, right?!"

"Yes! Yes, I am!" she wailed, pushing back, her ass rippling harder, tits bouncing into the mirror, cracking it slightly.

"Good! Now I want you to fail Jiro, Iroha, and Haru," Renji ordered, thrusting deeper, his cock bulging her belly. "All of them."

That test was a very important test. Failing it meant that the student is not fit to write the exam and would be forced to take extra classes and a few more school months than others.

"Fail them? But—ahhh!—that could cause issues with parents—" Haruka gasped, her pussy squirting a fountain, soaking his legs.

"That's exactly what I want," Renji snarled, spanking her ass red, the vibrator grinding her clit.

"Their parents will demand to speak to you so invite them to school tomorrow! Saturday. We both know they cheated so they deserve to fail anyway so you're doing the right thing. Tell them you failed the boys for copying—since they all cheat off each other."

"But—ughhhh!" Haruka moaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head. "I could get in so much trouble!"

"I don't care, bitch!" he spanked her. "It's your job to obey. Stand up to those wealthy bullies and fail them for copying. Disobedience means no more cock!"

"No! No!" Haruka begged, tears dripping down her cock-obsessed eyes. "Don't deprive me of your student-Master cock. Anything but that! I'll do just as you've said, please! Just don't stop fucking me!"

Renji spanked her once more, thrusting deep. "Good slut. And make sure all the mothers show up!"

Haruka moaned like a broken bitch, her tongue out, drool dripping. "What… what are you up to—oh god, fuck my ass harder!"

"An obedient whore doesn't ask questions," Renji roared, pounding harder, the sink shaking, fluids everywhere. "She just listens and gets fucked. So get fucked hard!"

He thrusted so hard that her boobs bounced upwards and slapped her on her face.

"Yes, Masterrrrrrrrr!"

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