Renji was running out of words in his head to describe it, but Mrs. Sato was an extremely voluptuous mummy of a woman.

Her body was fit and undeniably forged from farm work, but it overflowed with exaggerated curves that turned heads.

Her most enthralling feature though, was her face.

Mrs. Sato was a very beautiful woman with flawless, western fair skin glowing under the corridor lights.

She had full lips painted soft pink, blue eyes sparkling with warm intensity, and a soft oval shaped face with an angular jaw, and a subtle blush that made her appear youthful.

That rare blonde hair of hers cascading in loose waves down her back, making her stand out everywhere she went.

Her body was a masterpiece of thickness: extremely thick fat thighs that rubbed together with each step, straining her expensive casual jeans—designer denim in a light wash.

Not to talk of her enormous breasts, easily L-cups, bouncing heavily in a low-cut cashmere sweater that hugged her torso, the neckline plunging to reveal endless cleavage, nipples faintly outlined through the soft fabric.

As she walked, her hips swayed with natural sensuality, and she had this soft, tender look on her face. A friendly one.

Renji thought that if he ran up to her then and hugged her, she would smile rather than push her away.

When they walked past him, Renji slipped deeper into the shadows, but couldn't miss out on catching a glimpse of their dump trucks.

Jennifer's was round and big, jiggling hypnotically with every movement, the jeans creasing deep in the back, threatening to split at the seams.

Miyako's looked like pure glutes, a fat ass built from time spent in gyms and workouts. But a fat ass all the same, wobbling in cop skirts.

His cock hardened.

"I just can't believe that our sons all copied each other. And the teacher says it isn't the first time?" Miyako said to Jennifer, her voice low and clipped.

Jennifer lowered her head, disappointed. "I know. I'm really worried. Especially for my husband, he's been through a lot lately. If he hears this, it could be the last straw."

Miyako shook her head. "I just don't know how else to explain to Haru that his grandfather's money can't solve everything."

Jennifer smiled weakly. "The unfortunate thing about that is that it is almost not true, is it? And I think they know that."

Her blue eyes flashed with maternal love, ass swaying as she sighed. "What choice do we have? We can not let them fail this test or else no universities for them."

"Yes, that's true, Mrs. Sato. Come, this must be the classroom."

Renji watched as they opened the door to Haruka's classroom and entered.

He shook his head. 'So these bullies had such hot moms! I'd almost forgotten.'

Now all he wanted was to fuck them crazy.

He could already imagine a foursome with all three of them, bodies entangled, moans echoing, as he completed his revenge in a sea of MILF flesh.

That'd be so damn awesome.

He heard Haruka's voice from inside the classroom: "Mrs. Endo, Mrs. Sato—welcome! Please, come in and sit. We have much to discuss about your sons' applications."

His eyes widened. Time to go.

Quickly, he slipped into the adjacent classroom.

Once inside, he pulled a chair close to the wall, directly under the air vent cracked open just enough for sound to funnel through crystal clear.

He took off his bag and took out a jotter and a pen, then he settled on the chair, ready to know what kind of milfs he was about to claim.

In Haruka's classroom, the atmosphere was electric with tension.

Haruka sat behind her desk with impeccable posture, hands folded atop the three incriminating folders, her glasses reflecting the overhead classroom bulbs.

With the way she carried herself, one wouldn't know that this woman had just been slobbering on a boy's cock some minutes ago.

As she organized the papers and explained when she had given the tests and the average score of the entire class, her voice had that blend of kindness and strictness that a teacher was supposed to have.

More importantly though, she had the tone because Renji had specifically told her not to budge easily and try as best as she could to frustrate the mothers.

They had formed a semicircle in front of Haruka.

Ironically, this semicircle showed the varying degrees of agitation: Mrs. Ayame Sada was in the center, with her aura of authority and proud power.

She had her legs crossed high enough to flash the lace tops of her stockings, and her hands were folded which only caused her massive K-cup tits to pop out of her cleavage.

Mrs. Miyako Endo was sitting to the left, her finger tapping a rhythmic warning against her thigh, her large round boobs pressing insistently against the buttons of her blazer.

Finally, Mrs. Jennifer Sato to the right, leaning forward with desperate earnestness, her thick farm-honed arms folded beneath her enormous L-cup tits that rested heavily on the desk edge.

She looked the most anxious of all the women, though the chair she sat on was the most terrified one as her fat, plum ass seemed like they would chatter it into pieces anytime soon..

With a smile, Haruka opened the discussion calmly, sliding her copies of the test scores forward one by one.

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice. The matter is straightforward but serious. Your sons—Jiro Sato, Iroha Sada, and Haru Endo—submitted application essays for the History exam prerequisite that were ninety-eight percent identical. Not similar—identical.

"That means same phrasing, same structure, even the same minor typos in the bibliography. Now, they do not need to be reminded of our school policy on plagiarism. Once it has been caught, it is an instant failure of the test or exam. This means that your sons cannot sit for the final exams."

Ayame scoffed, rolling her eyes with disgust. "Miss Minami, can you stop it with the theatrics? My son Iroha maintains a near-perfect GPA across all subjects. This so-called 'plagiarism' was nothing more than efficient collaboration.

"I see Jiro, Haru and even Kaito in my house, studying together. Maybe they all had similar ideas. Or are you saying that study groups are no longer encouraged? Is that what your school stands for now?"

Haruka tried to speak but she caught her off again.

"Reverse the failure immediately. I have a board meeting in an hour, and I do not intend to leave here without resolution. If necessary, I'll involve the principal, the school board, even the education ministry. Vanguard Global Industries does not produce failures, and neither do I."

Renji raised a brow, then began to jot his thoughts.

'Mrs. Ayame Sada — Basically a bitch.'

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