It was a resounding slap. The kind that resettled the brain, causing a reboot of the brain's function.

The kind that made one realize that they were doing something wrong.

It was the same for Renji. The sting exploded across his cheek like a firecracker going off inside his skin, sending a shockwave through his jaw that made his teeth rattle and his vision blur for a split second.

He staggered back a step, one hand flying up to clutch the burning flesh, fingers pressing into the hot, throbbing mark aftermath of the impact.

His ears rang with a high-pitched whine, the sound drowning out Haruka's gasp from behind Kaori.

Suddenly, the air in the room thickened and everything became so hot and suffocating as Renji stared at Kaori's face.

He saw her cold dark eyes blazing with a fury that could cut through diamond. Then it hit him.

In that moment, as the pain sharpened his focus, he realized the grim, unbelievable truth staring back at him from her angry gaze.

It didn't work.

Somehow, someway, the Milf Note had failed.

Renji couldn't see the magic in her eyes. He couldn't see the lust, the desire, the obsessive need that had broken every other woman before her.

It wasn't in her eyes. What the hell?!

All he saw was the raw, unfiltered disgust and anger she had, her lips were pressed into a slender line, her high cheekbones flushed with righteous indignation, her long black hair still perfectly in place as if even violence couldn't dislodge her composure.

Renji's mind fractured into panic, a thousand thoughts colliding at once: 'Why? Why the fuck didn't it work? I wrote her name, didn't I?! I entered her house, everything was right… So what the hell is going on here?!'

His heart hammered so hard it felt like it would crack his ribs. All that he could think of was what life would be as a school dropout, would he have to join Bunji's gang for real this time?

That couldn't happen. No! He had built his life in a way that guaranteed him a great future. He couldn't allow Ms Katsura to destroy it.

But what else could he do? He used the Note and it didn't work. How else could he get out of this situation?

Why wasn't the damn Note working?

'Has the magic gone? Is it only for a few women? Did I waste the slots on worthless names like Miyu?'

Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his temple in a cold line. Fuck, fuck, fuck—

"Why would you dare touch me like that?!" Kaori's voice cut through his hazy thoughts. For the first time, she was genuinely showing an emotion: Anger.

She glared at him, but after a second, she began to calm down though she still looked fairly pissed.

"I am sorry for hitting you, Renji. That was unprofessional, and I lost my temper. But you should never dare touch me again or try what you just did. Why would you think I would ever engage in such acts with my students? I am not anything like Haruka, who has brought utter disgrace to this profession."

Haruka, a victim of a stray bullet, stood silent in the background, watching everything with her hands covering her mouth.

Renji remained there, hand still on his cheek, eyes quivering with a mix of shock and dawning fear, staring at her like she'd just ripped the rug out from under his entire world.

Kaori's gaze shifted between them, her tilt of the head making her long black hair sway slightly. "You two are lucky the principal left home early today, or I'd be in her office right now. But I will go home now, and we will discuss this tomorrow with Principal Suzuki. This cannot stand in Seihou High."

Renji didn't say anything. He couldn't.

It was like his voice had been stolen. Stolen by her hand when she slapped him harder than his parents ever had.

He could only watch her as she turned and left, her fat breasts bouncing slightly under her blouse with the motion, her ass swaying in her pencil skirt.

Each step she took was a nail in his coffin. Finally, the door opened and closed. The soft click felt like the end of everything.

Ms Katsura was gone.

And so was Renji's future and dreams.

He pictured Kaori's perfect, untouchable face twisted in disgust, pictured tomorrow's meeting with the principal, pictured handcuffs, pictured his mother crying on the local news.

He pictured everything he had built over the last three months collapsing into ash.

Renji just stood there, his hand eventually dropped from his burning cheek, his eyes quivering as the reality sank in like a stone in his stomach.

His mind replayed everything. He entered her house as was required and he wrote her name so why didn't it work?

Wait. Did he spell her name wrong?

Haruka's voice called to him, "Renji-kun… are you okay?" but he didn't hear, he quickly took off his bag and placed it on the counter. He unzipped it and pulled out the brown notebook.

Frantically, he turned to the page where he had written her name.

K a o r i K a t s u r a

It was correct, he had spelt it correctly. He even added the descriptor to pinpoint it to her. 'My literature teacher.'

He'd only had one literature teacher named Kaori Katsura so there couldn't have been any error there.

Renji started getting frustrated. Why did this have to happen when he desperately needed the Milf Note the most? Why??!!

He turned to the rules page to read them over in case he had mixed something. But it looked normal, until…

As if it had been waiting for him, a new rule appeared under the last.

[Rule 8: Forceful entry into a woman's house does not count. You can not sneak in or force her to invite you into the house. You must enter the woman's house through willing consent either from the primary or secondary means.]

Renji's eyes widened.

At first his temperature was calm, but suddenly, anger pumped through him like fire and his face reddened.

'Why didn't they show me this rule in time? What the hell? So I did all of that for nothing?!!!'

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