CLANNNNKKKKKK!!!

The heavy metal door of the holding cell clanged shut behind Renji.

He was in the Seihou Police Department's precinct, and for the first time in his eighteen years, he was being jailed.

An officer in a rumpled uniform—the same one who had pointed the gun at him earlier—gave the bars a casual rattle to ensure they were secure before grunting, "Stay put, kid. Don't cause any trouble, and it'll go easier."

His footsteps faded down the hall, leaving Renji alone with the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and the distant murmur of voices from the bullpen.

Renji cursed under his breath.

He slid down the concrete wall to sit on the cold metal bench, the chill seeping through his jeans and biting into his ass like icy fingers.

Resting his head back against the wall, he stared at the ceiling's peeling paint.

'This plan better work, or else…' he thought.

He couldn't believe the lengths he was putting himself through just to get laid.

Maybe it wasn't just about getting laid, he knew that. It was revenge, pure and calculated, turning the tables on the bullies by claiming their mothers, one by one.

But damn, sitting here in this shithole, it felt like a lot for one cop milf.

The cell stenched horribly, like the body odor of all the past criminals that had been jailed inside here. And cigarettes. So much cigarettes.

Renji hated the smell of cigarettes.

And the cuffs. Gosh. They were gone now, but it hadn't been fun having those round metals around his fist.

It had been his first time ever cuffed, and he was not looking forward to it ever happening again.

Also, he had wanted Miyako to be the one to do it, not the police man. In fact he had expected it as it made sense for the guy to be the one to run after the thieves.

He guessed his city was more progressive than he thought.

It wasn't that detrimental for the plan, but it would have built that initial connection.

Still, he didn't panic.

Relationships can be built anytime.

His thoughts drifted as he scanned the cell, and when he looked through the bars, he saw her.

Miyako Endo strode into the precinct's main area. Seeing her yesterday and seeing her now, there was one major difference.

Her police uniform.

It was hugging her body like it was tailored for sin.

Fuck, she was so hot.

And her body type was quite unique from the other milfs he'd claimed so far.

Miyako was so slender. It especially showed with that uniform. He could see how toned her thighs were, flexing under her dark pants with every confident step.

She had a really curvy waist that cinched in dramatically before flaring out to hips that swayed hypnotically.

Her breasts were big and plump, bursting out of her slender frame in a way that strained the buttons of her crisp blue shirt.

The vest she was wearing could barely do anything to contain the jiggle of those knockers as she moved.

When she turned to speak to another cop, he caught a good view of her ass. And damn! What an ass it was.

It was her greatest feature. Bigger, rounder and fatter; the cheeks filled her pants to the seams, bouncing slightly with authority.

Watching it, Renji felt his cock tighten instantly in his jeans.

"Hey!" Miyako's voice cut sharp through the precinct noise, directed at a cluster of officers lounging by the desks with coffee mugs. "Since he's the only one we caught, we should interview him now. Get the paperwork started for his full statement."

The men nodded, one snapping to attention. "Yes, Sergeant Endo. On it."

It seemed that Bunji and the others had gotten away.

Renji didn't really care. That wasn't a necessity in his plan.

But sure, it would've been nice if Bunji got locked up. It meant their bike deal would be buried for a long time.

However, Miyako was here, and that's what mattered.

He watched as she approached the duty desk, leaning over to murmur something, then glanced toward his cell.

Her eyes locked on him briefly, professional but with a flicker of something softer.

One officer rummaged through Renji's backpack on a side table, pulling out notebooks, amongst them was the Milf Note.

Renji's heart skipped a beat when he saw that.

But the officers didn't care to look twice at it. It was just an ordinary notebook to them.

"Backpack is clean," the officer said to Miyako.

Miyako nodded, then strode toward the cell, keys jingling on her belt, her thighs rubbing audibly with each step, ass swaying like a pendulum.

She stopped at the bars, and smiled down at him. "Hi."

Renji looked up innocently, widening his eyes like a lost puppy, slumping his shoulders. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to steal anything."

She crossed her arms under her plump breasts, pushing them up slightly. "But you did. Or at least, you were part of it."

He lowered his face. He looked so guilty and ashamed. "Not really…" he said with a soft voice.

Miyako's smile returned, softer. "I'm Sergeant Miyako Endo."

Renji shrugged, meeting her eyes. "I know who you are. You're really popular."

Miyako chuckled lightly, leaning on the bars. "Well, since you didn't actually take anything, we've posted your bail at 20,000 yen. Anyone you can call to come get you? Parents?"

Renji shook his head slowly. "No. I leave alone."

Miyako narrowed her brows. "Aunties? Uncles?"

Renji shook his head.

"What's your name?" she asked him.

Renji answered. "Renji Kenshiro. My dad and stepmom traveled a while ago and left me to take care of myself. I get a monthly allowance from them, but there's no one else."

Miyako stared at him for a while, then said; "Hold on, Renji. I'll be right back."

He watched a pendulum swaying fat, juicy ass as she headed back to the bullpen.

There, the officer ran his name through the system.

Miyako watched.

The results popped quickly and they saw that he had a completely clean record, and that his father had truly traveled to Europe for months now.

Miyako also saw that he was a Seihou High student, he had top grades and was the selected rep for the Inter-School Arts Competition.

She couldn't believe it. 'This kid. How could his father abandon him like this and cause him to mix up with the wrong crowd?'

'Was it fair to give him a criminal record over something so minor? It could destroy him?'

Some minutes later, after a lot of deliberating, Miyako approached the cell again. "Renji… the owner says you're the one who called us. Is that true?"

Renji nodded his head. "Yeah. I was only there because they wanted to teach me. But I felt guilty and didn't want anyone hurt."

Miyako sighed, sad empathy in her eyes.

This was an intelligent kid with a very bright future. He'd only fallen into bad company because of no guidance, and because he needed money to survive.

"You did a good job, Renji," she said to him. "Really."

She remembered her conversation with Haruka, the teacher, yesterday. This was one of those situations where someone's fate was in her hands and now, she had the power to decide what happens.

If anyone deserved a second chance. It was this boy.

"I'll be right back, Renji"

She went to the desk, pulled out her purse, counted 20,000 yen and paid the bail herself, signing forms.

The clerk blinked. "Sergeant?"

"For the kid. Drop charges. He'll do community service, but no record."

Then she returned to the cell and unlocked it. "You can come out now, Renji."

Renji appeared confused. "Who paid my bail?"

Miyako smiled. "I did."

Instantly, his eyes widened in surprise. "You… you paid? Thank you so much, ma'am. I don't know what to say…"

Miyako smiled warmly, handing back his backpack. "It's really fine. My conscience would have punished me if I didn't. Now come with me. I'll drive you home."

Renji stared. "Really? You don't have to."

"I want to. That way I can make sure those delinquents don't bother you."

"Thank you so much, ma'am," Renji said with a smile.

He slung his bag and followed her out the precinct doors, eyes glued to her fat ass as a smirk of victory stretched on his face.

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