"Who's that?" Haruka asked, putting on her cum-fogged glasses.

Renji furrowed his brows. "Who do you think it is? It's Hitomi."

"Your Class President?" Haruka flew a hand over her breasts. "Why is she in school on a Saturday? I thought it was going to be just us."

With a grunt, Renji got on his feet, picking up his hoodie. "She's here because we're supposed to plan for the Art Competition today. Now stop asking questions and clean all of this now, she's coming!"

Haruka's eyes widened behind her fogged glasses, her face a ruined mask of mascara rivers and semen webs, but she scrambled to her feet on wobbling legs, skirt falling haphazardly over her bruised ass.

It was difficult to move as her pussy and asshole were still gaping and throbbing, but she managed to hurriedly snatch tissues from her desk drawer in frantic handfuls.

Renji put on his hoodie, and zipped his jeans with one hand.

The fabric strained over his semi-hard cock that was still slick with her fluids.

He grabbed rolls of paper towels and tossed half to Haruka, who was already on her knees again but this time wiping the lake of squirt, spit, and cum from the tile floor in rapid swipes.

"Hurry!" he told her, picking up books, papers and the vase.

The paper towels soon turned translucent and sodden, sopping up the reeking mess that had spread wide enough to reach the base of the chalkboard.

Renji focused on the desk surface, scrubbing at the wood where cum ropes had landed in sticky webs and pussy juice had soaked through papers making ink run in blurry streaks.

Haruka stood shakily and buttoned her blouse with fumbling fingers, the fabric torn in places but mostly covering her tits that were now tucked back into her ripped bra.

She cleaned cum off her body with the paper towels and smoothed down her skirt over her thick thighs though the back was wrinkled and damp from ass sweat.

Renji sniffed the air. "It still smells so much like your pussy."

Haruka quickly grabbed air freshener from her drawer—lavender scent—and sprayed in wild bursts, the mist clouding the room to mask the thick sex reek of pussy farts, ass cream, spit, and semen.

The footsteps got louder, meaning Hitomi was getting closer.

Renji righted the desk with a grunt, pushing it back to its original spot, legs scraping grooves in the tile that he kicked a rug over to hide.

Fresh papers scattered from a stack, and he bent low to pick them up. After that, he arranged a textbook open innocently in the center.

Step. Step. Step.

It was only a few feet from the door now, Renji could tell.

Step. Step. Step.

They hurried. They hurried as much as they could.

Step. Step…

The footsteps stopped.

There was silence for a while and then a knock on the door.

Before Haruka could reply, the door creaked open.

Class Prez Hitomi Suzuki stepped in, pausing mid-stride with a book hugged to her chest, her sharp eyes widening slightly at the scene before narrowing in curiosity.

What she saw was a normal looking classroom.

At least one normal enough not to draw suspicion.

The desks were aligned, papers neat, air heavily lavender, floor mostly dry with damp spots hidden under moved furniture, the trash bag concealed.

Renji was standing by the teacher's desk and Haruka was sitting with a pointer in hand.

It seemed she was highlighting a section in the textbook on the desk.

They were both fully dressed, at least as much as Hitomi could tell.

And from what she could see, it was a scene of a teacher teaching a student.

Renji raised a brow of surprise. "Hitomi?"

She was dressed more casually—simple blouse and skirt, and her brown hair was down—but her cheeks burned a deep crimson that spread to her ears, her petite body freezing as if she'd walked in on something unspoken.

If it was anyone else who had come here, they wouldn't suspect anything. But Hitomi knew that they did sexual things to each other.

To her, they didn't know that she knew about their secret; to Renji, she didn't know that he knew that she knew.

Renji could tell that she was already wishing she had come earlier to watch.

Hitomi stammered, fidgeting with a lock of her hair, "I-I saw the door was unlocked… I was curious why it was open on a Saturday… sorry for barging in!"

Her voice high and nervous, eyes darting between them, lingering a second too long on Haruka's slightly disheveled hair and Renji's casual stance.

Renji gave her a more curious expression. "You came pretty early, Hitomi."

She blushed deeper, shifting weight, "But, s-so did you…"

Renji chuckled lightly, rubbing his neck, "Yeah, but I'm getting tutor lessons from Miss Haruka. That's why I came early. No big deal."

Hitomi nodded quickly, cheeks flaming, "Oh! Sorry again… I didn't mean to interrupt…"

"That's okay," Renji said smoothly, waving it off, "Just wait in the art room then, yeah? I'll be there soon. We can start the planning."

"Okay…" Hitomi mumbled, the air thick with awkwardness, her eyes avoiding contact as she backed out slowly, nearly tripping on the threshold.

She turned and hurried away, footsteps quick and light down the hall.

The door clicked shut.

Renji's innocent facade dropped instantly.

He let out a frustrated sigh.

"Now I'm frustrated again," he grunted.

"That was a close one," Haruka said, placing a hand on her chest.

Renji suddenly unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock still slick with residual fluids, semi-hard and glistening.

"I didn't clean my cock after because we were in a hurry. So do it yourself, whore. Clean up what's left with an intense handjob and blowjob."

Haruka grinned. "Whatever you want, Master."

While still sitting, she wrapped both hands around his shaft, stroking firmly from base to tip in twisting motions.

She stopped and spat into her open palm.

Then she continued, the slick remnants of pussy cream, ass lube, and cum mixing with her spit and foaming slightly under her grip.

She pumped harder, hands flying in a blur, squelching loud as she twisted and pulled.

Renji relaxed his shoulders, heaving a breath of satisfaction. Hand jobs were really relaxing.

Haruka leaned low, bringing her mouth closer to his cock. Her tongue lolled to lap the underside, sucking his balls into her mouth one by one with wet pops.

Then she took his shaft, cleaning the cock with her nasty suction. Her shoulders squeezed when she deepthroated, gagging lightly as her throat bulged.

"That's it. Make sure it's all cleaned up and shiny once you're done."

Haruka nodded obediently and continued.

"Remember to cash those checks tomorrow," Renji growled.

She was stroking his cock diligently now and he thrusted lightly into her fist. "Bring the money to school on Monday."

"Okay, Master…" Haruka mumbled as she stroked him with depraved intensity, her hands never slowing, one fist pumping the base while the other twisted the head, precum leaking anew to mix in the mess.

"I need 10,000 yen though," Renji said after thinking for a while. "It's for something very important so give me some money."

It was more like a suggestion, but anything Renji wanted was a demand to Haruka. One she must fulfill.

As he gripped her hair and face-fucked her, she dug into her purse on the table, pulling out a wallet and fumbling bills—15,000 yen in crisp notes—submitting them to his free hand without even breaking the blowjob.

"Don't worry," Renji said as he pocketed the cash. "When you give me the money tomorrow, I'll get you something nice!"

Then he thrust harder into her throat, her nose burying in his pubes, gagging spasms milking him until he pulled out with a schlop and sprayed his final load.

Hot cum erupted across the table in thick arcs, splattering score sheets in sticky pools, some hitting her open mouth for a last gulp.

After she cleaned him all shiny with her tongue, he tucked his cock away and zipped up.

"I enjoyed that a lot, Miss Haruka. Now that I have empty balls and post-nut clarity, I can focus on the art competition with Hitomi… and my plans to claim the other milfs."

He spanked her left breast goodbye—a sharp CRACK that rippled the flesh, milk squirting one last time.

"See you around, Teach!"

Haruka moaned stupidly, "Yes, Masterrrr…" eyes crossed in bliss.

With a smirk, Renji left the classroom, tucking the cash in his pocket.

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