His logic for this was simple.

The same sensitivity that helped people like Miyako read others also made them vulnerable to tailored emotional triggers.

A manipulator who understood their values, fears, or attachments could weaponize that insight.

Renji already had ideas.

He filled his jotter rapidly with more insight:

Ayame — pure pride, threats as opening salvo, views son as extension of her empire.

Miyako — internal conflict, law enforcement principles clashing with family legacy, father as looming pressure.

Jennifer — emotional core, farm and husband as twin vulnerabilities, guilt-driven pleading.

My personal ranking of most fuckable: Jennifer ⁠→ Ayame ⁠→ Miyako.

(Miyako and Ayame could be interchangeable. Fuck. Why are milfs so damn hot?! Fuck the list, I wanna fuck all of them right now!)

Back in the class, after hearing all they had to say, Haruka remained unmoved, her kindness was hidden and all that had taken over was the desire to follow her master's commands.

"I truly empathize with the pressures you're all describing: family dynamics, expectations, external crises. But empathy cannot override policy. Allowing this to slide teaches them that wealth or connections erase accountability.

"Other students follow rules; why should yours be exempt? The essays are documented, timestamps, submission logs, plagiarism software highlights. The failure stands."

Now Ayame got really angry. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, skirt riding higher.

"Policy? This is one prerequisite. Can you stop with the false morality? My husband gives this school millions for personal benefits so just offer a makeup assignment with supervised rewriting or something like that."

Haruka shook her head. "I won't do that."

Ayame fumed. "Are you trying to be coy, you lousy teacher? What is it then, huh? Would a generous donation to the history department for new resources be necessary? 500 thousand yen. Problem solved."

Haruka raised her brows. "Are you trying to bribe me?"

Ayame gave her a once-over. "Don't tell me you're too proud to collect money from the powerful Sada family."

Haruka shook her head. "I didn't say that."

Jennifer chimed in desperately, her voice cracking further, hands gesturing pleadingly, tits jiggling with the motion. "Then please let me pay you too, I beg of you. I can make it one million. Please, take it."

Haruka's eyes widened. "Are you really that desperate?"

"We'll do anything to make this go away," said Jennifer.

Miyako sat forward, her expression clearly showing that she was struggling with the decision she was about to make.

"If you agree on the one million, I'll be willing to pay that amount as well."

Renji's eyes widened. A cop offering a bribe? Hah! What do you know?!

"Haru needs this exam to prove himself to Grandpa," Miyako continued. "He's been in therapy for the anger issues; failing now pushes him over the edge. I hate bribing, but family first and consequences can come later, privately."

Renji noted:

'Ayame escalating bribes like auction bids, no emotional attachment; Jennifer attaching personal sacrifice; Miyako rationalizing moral compromise.'

Haruka shook her head gently. "I don't know if I can agree to this, ma'ams. Money doesn't erase plagiarism. It reinforces the wrong lesson."

Ayame's voice rose, demanding sharper. "Two million then. Take it or I launch a formal complaint. I'll say you're defaming my son, I'll fabricate evidence if I want to, I don't care. Iroha's record must stay spotless."

Jennifer looked at her.

Miyako too. Haruka as well.

Ayame grimaced. "What!"

Jennifer shrugged cutely. "Don't you think that's a bit much?"

Ayame scoffed. "Didn't you just hear me say I don't care."

Renji almost laughed. She's so full of herself that she doesn't realize she just suggested falsifying evidence in front of a cop.

The bribery continued in the class, with the offer now at three million.

Ayame pushed hers to six million with a threat to involve lawyers, Jennifer offered four and Miyako remained at three.

Haruka refused each time, her kindness fraying into strict repetition: "Integrity isn't for sale."

Jennifer finally broke the impasse, guilt etching her beautiful Western features as she pulled out her checkbook with trembling hands. "Ten million then! Please, just accept this and don't ask any more questions. I'm begging you, take it. It's wrong, I know, but my son's future is important… please."

Miyako, cop principles crumbling under legacy weight, nodded. "Ten million. Agreed. Haru's worth the compromise."

Ayame smirked triumphantly. "Finally sensible. Just take the money so this can be over with."

She took out a check to write.

Haruka's gaze locked on Ayame like a vice. "For you, Mrs. Sada? How about an extra one million."

Ayame paused and her face suddenly twisted in outrage. "What? Why do I have to pay more than them?"

"Do you want your son to pass or not?" Haruka asked strictly, like her kindness had suddenly evaporated.

Jennifer whispered urgently, "Ayame, pay it so we don't drag this any further. Please."

Ayame glared at all of them for a moment, then hissed. She scribbled the check with furious strokes, writing down the price of eleven million yen and slamming it down. "There. Reverse the scores. Now."

Haruka exhaled dramatically, feigning inner turmoil. "This… violates every principle I hold as an educator. Fairness, honesty, growth through failure… but for the students' potential futures…"

She collected the checks, folding them with deliberate care. "Scores reversed. They pass the prerequisite and they'll sit for the exam. But please, speak to your sons so this kind of thing doesn't happen again."

Jennifer smiled, her voice choked with relief. "Thank you… for helping us."

Miyako rose with a casual snap. "Haru will hear the full lecture from me, no need to worry about that."

Ayame stood like she didn't care, handbag hanging on her inside elbow. "This could have been handled over the phone. I can't waste my time with these trivialities. I have a company to run."

She strode out, heels echoing her lingering fury.

The other moms said their goodbyes and followed.

Soon, only Haruka was in the classroom, smiling proudly.

'Master will be happy.'

In the adjacent room, Renji leaned back in his chair, his jotter full of all his observations and a quick note of his plan.

This Milf Study had given him all the information he was looking for, and now, he had come to a decision for which milf to go after first.

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