Renji lingered in the adjacent classroom for a while until he was sure that the mothers had all left.

Then, when the silence of the school's halls was all he could hear, he quietly opened the door.

He looked left and right, not that getting caught by any of the moms would be somehow detrimental, he just felt like being dramatic for no reason.

But, hey. Boys do that when they were excited.

After listening to the three milf targets talk, he had a pretty good inkling of how to go about everything.

For Miyako, Renji was going to think of a way to put himself in her hands. That meant committing a minor crime or something like that and she would have to decide what to do with him.

He would use this opportunity to get on her good side, get closer to her which would ultimately get him inside her house.

From then, it would be Milf Note magic time.

For Ayame, he thought of something a little bit more cruel. If any of the women deserved it, she did.

She was the only one amongst them who had met him so far, and since she knew he was the one who was chosen to represent the school, she would most likely not forget him so easily.

She'd probably mention him to Iroha, maybe even today since they had all mentioned talking to their sons.

Iroha was the key to get to Ayame, and Renji could already imagine a plan that involved jealousy.

He would increase Ayame's interest in him by making her realize that Iroha was a dunce compared to him. She would ask herself why her own child wasn't the one chosen to represent the school or wasn't the one who constantly scored the top positions in class.

A woman of her caliber would not be able to accept that she gave birth to and raised a kid who wasn't a genius like she was.

This jealousy and feeling of inferiority would make her unintentionally hateful towards her own son, and more interested in Renji.

And once this gets him into her house one way or the other, he would twist that interest into obsession, submission and demoralization.

It tingled Renji's brain just thinking about it. Turning a proud, self-centered bitch who overlooked everyone into the most submissive, master-pleasing onahole would be one of his favorite achievements.

Taking that chip on her shoulder away and replacing it with a cock in her mouth.

That was a dream.

Finally, for Jennifer, he was going to try to avoid the Hana mistake as much as possible.

She seemed like a very loveable woman, and with a beautiful face like hers, Renji's emotions would get in the way super fast.

But for now, the only route he could see to her was through Sato Farms.

Even though that seemed extremely similar to the way he approached Mrs. Hoshizawa, he planned to be a bit more distant and focused on his work of helping the Farm for a pay.

He wouldn't pay Jennifer any mind. He'll reply to her greetings blandly and go about with his job.

That lack of attention from a person would be odd for little old Jennifer. She was always used to being the center of attention, for everyone being kind to her as she was kind to others.

If Renji just acted like she wasn't there, that would undoubtedly draw her closer to him. And hopefully, her curiosity would lead her to invite him inside the house for a chat.

And this time, curiosity doesn't kill the cat.

Curiosity gets the damn pussy fucked.

Renji stepped into Haruka Minami's classroom and locked the door behind him with a soft but decisive click that echoed slightly in the quiet space.

The room felt really still now, even though he could feel the lingering warmth from the mothers' intense negotiation.

The air was thick with the faint clashing scents of their expensive perfumes and the subtle rustle of papers that had been disturbed during the tense discussion.

Renji looked around. The desk was slightly askew from when Ayame had slammed her check down in fury.

If he was perverted enough, he could have sprinted to one of the chairs and sniffed them with all his might.

Haruka looked up from behind that desk where she had been attempting to straighten the scattered folders and notes from the meeting.

Renji stared at her. Sometimes, because he mostly saw her with cum all over her face, he'd forget how pretty Haruka actually was.

Now, with her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose catching the overhead fluorescent light, she looked really cute, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

But in that same instant that their gazes met, the strict professional teacher facade that she had worn like armor during the negotiation completely shattered and dissolved away.

Replacing it was a radiant and utterly slutty smile that spread across her plump lips making them quiver with barely contained excitement.

Her chest heaved beneath the half-buttoned blouse that strained against her massive milk-heavy tits, her hands already moving of their own accord to the remaining buttons as if she could not wait another second to expose herself to him.

"Master…" she said in a voice that trembled with raw need, excitement and submission, the word coming out breathy and desperate as her fingers fumbled with the last button on her blouse.

Renji smiled at her, calmly approaching her table.

Quickly, she popped open her shirt with an excited snap that sent one of the plastic discs bouncing across the tile floor. "Did I do good? Please tell me I did good for you."

Renji did not waste time on gentle words or drawn-out praise; he continued toward her with purpose, his sneakers silent on the tile as he shrugged off his hoodie in one smooth motion.

He let it fall to the floor in a heap, revealing the lean muscles of his torso and the prominent bulge in his jeans that pulsed visibly with every heartbeat.

Renji hadn't really measured his cock before. But even he knew that it was big. He'd always known.

It was one of the saddest things about being a virgin.

Like a knight wielding the Excalibur but with no beasts to slay.

The fabric stretched tight over his rock-hard cock that had been throbbing painfully ever since the negotiation ended.

How could he control himself?

Throughout the time they were talking, all he could do was think about fucking them as he wrote about how he could fuck them.

It was fueled by the mental images of Ayame's fat corporate ass straining against her pencil skirt, Miyako's round detective boobs pushing against her blazer buttons, and Jennifer's massive farm tits and plum cheeks jiggling with every emotional plea.

Again, how could he control himself?

"Good doesn't even begin to cover it, you obedient little whore," he said in a low and rough voice that carried the weight of command and promise.

His eyes raked over her body as she knelt there on the floor in front of him, her skirt already riding up her thick thighs to expose the lace tops of her stockings and the glistening slit of her panty-less pussy.

He saw that it was already leaking a thin trail of horny juice down her inner thigh.

Haruka was always horny.

"You held the line perfectly," Renji said to her. "You made them spill every weakness, charged that arrogant bitch Ayame more for her big mouth, and now you get your reward."

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