He wanted to ask himself how he could have forgotten, but he knew exactly how.

In between studying the milfs on Saturday, planning the Arts Competition with Hitomi, getting arrested on Sunday and spending last night fucking Mrs. Endo to stupor, it was no surprise that he would forget his homework.

It was a weird feeling, like his entire life had been shredded completely, like something had gone wrong internally in the software that made Renji who he was.

Forgetting homework? That was completely unlike him.

He wondered what he should do. He could hurry and write an essay in the few minutes it took everyone to submit, but it wouldn't be very good, and he wouldn't go very far either.

Renji felt his throat itch. The Milf Note might have been making his life great, but now, he could see that it was stripping away who he was.

Slowly.

The classroom was already rustling with the sound of notebooks sliding out, pens clicking, the soft thud of paper stacks being straightened.

Now, Renji's stomach had dropped straight through the floor.

Miss Katsura stood at the front, arms folded in front of her.

Today she wore a white blouse stretched to breaking point over her pair of ridiculous JJ-cup tits. The buttons were gaping.

Her black lace bra and miles of pale cleavage were spilling into view as she stood there, watching everyone submit.

The fabric clung to her flat stomach before disappearing into a tight charcoal pencil skirt that gripped her tiny waist.

The skirt stopped mid-thigh, and she had sheer black stockings with perfect back seams running down her long, toned legs into sharp heels.

As Renji knew, she was a really hot woman. The exotic type of hot because she wasn't the typical milf.

With her cold, emotionless eyes, she almost looked emo.

One by one, students stood. The shuffle of chairs sounded like a funeral march as they submitted their homeworks.

Renji was the only one who stayed glued to his seat, palms sweating, heart hammering against his ribs.

When they finished the submission, Miss Katsura counted the stack on the table.

Thirty-one.

Thirty-two.

Thirty-three…

She stopped.

Her eyes locked onto Renji.

"Renji," she said quietly, but the entire room heard it. "You're the only name that isn't here. You haven't submitted?"

Everyone turned around to look at Renji. In their minds, they assumed it was an error of sorts that would be worked out soon enough, but then Renji stood up.

"I… forgot to do the homework, Ms Katsura," he answered with a disgraced voice.

The class gasped in unison.

Did they just hear that right?

The perpetual 99-percentile golden boy, the class nerd, the one student who had literally never forgotten homework in three years, had just pulled the impossible.

Renji Kenshiro didn't do his homework!

Ms Katsura was the most surprised of all of them, but she didn't really show it. She simply stared at him for five full seconds, long enough for the air to feel like it was running out, then spoke in that same measured tone.

"I see. I'm… disappointed. But since this is your first offense, I won't issue formal punishment."

A few students scowled at how unfair that was.

Renji exhaled in his mind.

"However," Miss Katsura continued.

He snapped his head back up.

She stepped closer until her busty shadow fell across his desk, "I've noticed you haven't been yourself lately. Your quiz scores dipped last Wednesday. You've been almost late twice. And now this."

She tilted her head. "There seem to be a lot of things distracting you, Renji."

Renji's pulse thundered in his ears.

Was it that obvious? Did the smell of Miyako's perfume still cling to his collar? Could she see the faint hickey Haru's mom had left under his jaw?

Miss Katsura's expression never changed, but her next words were steel.

"You will spend recess in my homeroom writing the essay from scratch. In front of me. Understood?"

What?! Recess?!!

That was the one guaranteed thirty-five minutes he and Miss Haruka had to fuck like mad animals in school.

He was supposed to bend her over the sink, hike up that tight pencil skirt, and pump every drop of stress, rage, and cum into her while she moaned like the stress-venting whore she was.

But more importantly, today was the day she was bringing the thick envelope of the bribe money he told her to withdraw from the checks the bullies' mothers gave her.

Now it was all gone because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants long enough to write five fucking paragraphs.

With all of that, Renji swallowed and bowed his head tentatively, knowing he had no other choice. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Alright now, each of you will present your essay to the class. Starting from the Class President. Come on here, Hitomi."

Renji took his seat and lessons went on as usual until the bell for recess rang.

Everyone filed out. Renji knew not to waste Ms Katsura's time so he went straight to her classroom to do as she had ordered.

The room was silent except for the scratch of Renji's pen and the soft tick of the wall clock.

Miss Katsura sat at her desk, legs crossed, grading papers with mechanical precision. Every time Renji shifted in his seat she glanced up, cold and unreadable.

It was like she had so many things to say but preferred to stay silent.

Five minutes in, he tried to get out of the predicament so he could see Miss Haruka and fuck.

"Miss Katsura, may I use the restroom?"

"No," she answered without looking up. "Finish first."

Ten minutes later he tried again, voice smaller. "I'm really not feeling well…"

"You may leave when the essay is complete and satisfactory."

Renji could have hurried. He could have written whatever, submitted and headed to the toilet. But a bad score would affect his overall score.

He couldn't allow that.

So, regardless of Haruka and her milf ass and pussy, he wrote the essay until his wrist cramped.

Desire and societal constraint.

That wasn't so hard.

He was done minutes before the bell rang, and he carried the paper up to her desk like an offering.

Ms Katsura took it, scanned it once, then looked up at him.

"Listen, Renji. You might think I'm being too tough on you, but you're my model student, Renji-kun," she said quietly.

"Top scores, perfect attendance, polite, diligent, everything most of these children aren't, despite your family issues."

Her eyes narrowed. "Don't let whatever is distracting you ruin that. If something is wrong, if you need help, I know a therapist that can help you. You only have to ask."

Renji forced a difficult smile. "Thank you, Teach. But I promise, everything is fine."

She studied him for another long second, then nodded. "Okay then. You're dismissed."

He bowed and fled.

It was too late. Everyone had already returned to classes so all he had left was to wait till school was over.

Fuck. Renji cursed over and over as he took his seat.

Classes blurred by in a haze of pent-up horniness and fury.

Every time he shifted in his seat he felt his cock throb against his thigh, heavy and aching.

He kept replaying the moment Miss Haruka was supposed to be on her knees in that bathroom stall, skirt around her waist, mouth open, begging him to use her throat to relieve stress.

Now he had nothing but blue balls and a character dilemma.

When the final bell rang he was out of his seat before it finished echoing.

He had to get to Miss Haruka's class before she left.

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