He would have to move fast but the Note could definitely help in this situation.

The very thing that started all of this.

It was the one thing that could make a woman unsee the unforgivable, that could turn horror into obsession, disgust into worship.

Writing her name down would make her desire him so much that she definitely won't try to jeopardize him or anything like that.

It was desperate, but it was also his best bet.

Quickly, Renji's hands started moving before conscious thought returned.

He scrambled upright so fast his vision blacked out for a second, nearly slipping in the puddle of squirt still cooling on the floor.

He yanked his pants up with shaking fingers, zipper catching skin, didn't care, didn't feel the pain, didn't bother wiping the cum still smeared across his stomach.

"Haruka," he rasped, finally noticing her. "Do you know where Miss Katsura lives?"

She blinked up at him, dazed, cum still shining on her chin like gloss. "Huh…?"

"Miss Katsura! Her address! Do you know where it is?!"

Haruka's lips trembled. "Yes. Yes."

"Tell me!"

As soon as she did, Renji sprinted down the hallway, shoes half-laced, bag banging against his hip.

He hurried to his new hiding place and retrieved the Milf Note. It was the last bullet on earth to him.

His only savior else he perishes.

Renji burst out of the school gates, flagged a cab, threw himself into the back seat, barked the address, and spent the entire fifteen-minute ride with his forehead pressed to the cool window.

'Midori Hills Heights, Building 3, Apartment 1204.'

He stared at his palm where he had written the address. 'So Ms Kaori stays in an apartment.'

Somehow he'd expected more from a woman who acted so classily.

As the cab drove, his mind wandered. He pictured Ms Katsura coming home, stripping off her blouse, falling to her knees after the Note had completely taken hold, begging him to punish her for ever thinking of reporting him.

He wondered how she liked her sex.

Did a woman like Ms. Katsura even like sex?

The cab screeched to a halt and Renji's mind snapped back to the present. He looked out the window.

Midori Hills Heights loomed: sleek glass and steel. It was actually fancier than he expected, which made sense since once again, Ms. Katsura was really classy.

He quickly paid the cab and ran to Apartment 1204.

Arriving, he tried the door, but it was locked as he expected. He didn't even care if someone was inside, as long as he entered in, he could write her name and the sex-magic would work.

He checked for a key. There was none under the mat. None in the planter either.

Renji cursed. This wasn't a time to test things he learned online but he had no other choice. He jammed his student ID into the lock seam, shoulder-checked the door, and forced it open with a sharp crack of splintering wood.

It worked.

He stumbled into the house, and after that, an air of relief rushed through him.

He'd crossed the threshold.

Renji looked around. Ms. Katsura's house was nice. The air inside was cool, scented faintly with perfume and green tea.

Everything was immaculate: white sofa, glass coffee table, books arranged by color, a single pair of black heels lined up perfectly by the genkan, still warm from her feet.

But he wasn't here to admire her aesthetics.

Renji dropped his bag, hands shaking so badly he could barely unzip it.

He quickly pulled out the Milf Note.

He flipped to a fresh page, pen cap between his teeth, and wrote in huge, frantic strokes:

Kaori Katsura, my literature teacher.

This time though, the thrill he usually felt was not present and Renji knew why. He was afraid this time. Rather than out of conquest, he was doing this out desperation.

He didn't feel the magic because of this.

Either way—Renji collapsed into the nearest chair, chest heaving, a manic laugh bubbling up—he'd done it.

"It's done," he whispered to the empty apartment. "She's mine now. Shit! That was so close. That was so damn close!"

Indeed it was. He might have just broken into someone's house but he would deal with the rerpurcussions later. For now, all he felt was relief.

Forty-three minutes later he was at Haruka's apartment. Before leaving her back at Seihou High, he had told her to try her very best to convince Kaori or at least keep her busy in her house.

With a smile on his face, imagining a threesome with both teachers, Renji opened and walked through the front door without knocking.

The living room was like a battlefield.

Ms Katsura stood in the center, arms crossed so tight her boobs were spilling out of the small cleavage. Her face showed how annoyed she was with the whole situation.

"You have disgraced this profession," she was saying, each word a blade. "A teacher and a student? In school? How can you do that, Haruka? You are trusted by parents to uphold standards, not have sex with their students—"

"Kao, I can explain—" Haruka tried to speak.

"There is no explanation that makes this acceptable! You will resign tomorrow, and he will be expelled. This ends tonight!"

Then Kaori saw him in the doorway.

Her eyes widened, then narrowed to slits.

"What are you doing here, Renji?" she demanded, voice rising with fury. "Is this what happens? Are you two planning to continue your depraved affair in her home now? So this is what has been distracting you, Renji? Your own teacher?"

Renji looked at her silently with narrowed eyes. 'The Note is already affecting her, she's just pretending.'

He smirked and stepped forward slowly.

"If you're jealous, Miss Kaori," he said with a low and taunting, "just say so."

Kaori's brows lowered in confusion.

Renji reached out and his hands suddenly grabbed around her breasts through the cream blouse. Then he gave them a nice squeeze.

"I'm more than happy to give you my cock as well."

Kaori's eyes widened with rage and disbelief. And then—

THWAPPPP!!!!

Her open palm cracked across his cheek with a sound like a gunshot.

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