Kaori looked at him, knowing that he was indirectly pleading with her not to report any of this to the principal. But something so grave? How could she overlook it?

"I don't know, Renji," she sighed. "I don't know. When faced with difficult decisions we must always do the right thing."

Renji lowered his face sadly.

He couldn't wait any longer. There was no changing Kaori's mind on this. He needed the Note. The Note would end this.

Renji lifted his cup and drained the bitter green tea in three long gulps—he hated the stuff, it tasted like lawn clippings—but he needed the moment. "Uhm, Teach… may I trouble you for another cup?"

She looked at him with a raised brow. "You're the first kid I've seen who likes green tea this much. But since we're waiting for the cops to show up…"

She rose. "Of course. Let me just refill the pot."

The second she turned her back, Renji's hand was in his bag.

He pulled out the Milf Note and flipped open to the fresh page, heart hammering so loud he was sure she could hear it.

As he clicked the base of his ballpen, he felt it again, that thrill.

A smile spread through his face. 'There you are.'

With frantic speed, he wrote her name:

'Kaori Katsura, my literature teacher.'

He snapped the notebook shut and slid it away just as the kettle began to hiss again.

Kaori returned with the tray, steam curling around her face, and set a fresh cup in front of him.

Renji stared at her, trying to decipher whether it had worked or not. It worked, didn't it? Why is she being so unreactive?

He watched as she lifted her cup, took a delicate sip, then noticed he hadn't touched his.

"You're not drinking," she said, brow creasing with genuine concern. "Was it too bitter? I can add sugar, or remake it entirely if you'd prefer something sweeter."

Renji's eyes sparked.

There it was.

The need to please him, the tiny, almost invisible shift in her tone. That was the first telltale sign that the magic was taking its effect.

But he had to be sure. Asking someone to completely redo a beverage was a little bit of an overstep, but under the magic of the Note, any MILF would willingly do it for Renji.

He smiled weakly and nodded his head. "Actually… could you remake it with a little sugar this time? I'd like that."

"Of course," she answered instantly, already rising. "Two spoons?"

"Three," he said, voice dropping half an octave.

She smiled at him, and he also noticed her blush. Can you believe it?! Ms Katsura actually blushing?

With his heart pounding he watched her ass sway as she headed back to the kitchen.

Renji's mind raced as he sat there.

'Did it work? It has to have worked. The consent rule is satisfied, the name is written, no new restrictions appeared.'

'She's already acting differently. It has to have worked this time.'

But there was only one way to find out.

He had to take the same risk he had taken moments before.

Quietly, Renji got up from his seat and headed into the kitchen.

Kaori stood at the counter, back to him, spooning sugar into a fresh cup, hips swaying unconsciously to a song she was mumbling.

She didn't know when Renji stepped up behind her and from her back, both his hands grabbed her heavy breasts without warning, squeezing hard through silk and lace.

"Ahh!" Kaori let out a gasp, arching her spine as both her hands flew up in shock.

"Renji—!"

But this time, she didn't force herself out or hit him, she only pressed herself into him, while mumbling as though she didn't want any of it.

Renji fondled her breasts.

"Why are you being so difficult, Ms. Kaori?" he murmured against her ear, thumbs circling her nipples until they stiffened into hard peaks beneath the fabric. "Do you know the kind of trouble you put me through today?"

She moaned, low and helpless. "W-what are you doing? How could you do this again even after I warmed you? Get your… nghh!... get your hands… off me."

"I really don't think I will," Renji whispered in her ear.

His cock, already half-hard from the moment she'd said yes to sugar, pressed insistently against the cleft of her ass through their clothes.

"Not after everything you put me through today. Jeez, you slapped me so hard it still hurts. Don't you realize that's abuse? And you've been claiming the moral high ground since."

Kaori squirmed, moaning as he squeezed on her plump, soft breasts. "It's… because you touched me inappropriately… Ngh! Like you're doing… mhmm… now. I didn't mean to hit you."

"No," Renji gave them a harder, tighter squeeze, pulling them from base to nipple. "It's because you're just a jealous, stuck-up bitch teacher who secretly wants to be fucked senseless by the school's model student," he growled, grinding slowly against her. "Admit it."

"That's not… ahh… that's not true," she whimpered, but her body betrayed her, hips pushing back against his erection, seeking more friction.

He pinched her nipples hard, rolled them between his fingers. "Then why are your nipples like fucking bullets right now, sensei?"

Another broken moan spilled from her lips, her head falling back against his shoulder, exposing the pale column of her throat.

He slipped two fingers into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. "Just admit it. You're a perverted whore teacher who pretends to be above everyone but secretly wants to be used like a cheap slut. Say it."

Her tongue curled around his fingers instinctively, sucking, tasting him, even as tears of confusion gathered in her eyes.

Inside her mind it was chaos: 'This is wrong, I'm his teacher, I have to stop this, I have to report him… but why? What is going with me? Why does his hands feel so good? And what is that thing he's grinding on my butt. Oh no, this is not good. I can't think, I need—need—'

He thrust his hips forward, letting her feel every inch of his cock through the layers of fabric.

"You used to be one of my favorite teachers, Ms Kaori, but after today, you'll just be one of my favorite sluts."

He spanked her stubborn breasts.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget you ever wanted to report anyone. You'll be an even bigger whore for my dick than Haruka ever was. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Teach?"

She shook her head, unable to speak because she was trembling all over. Her thighs were pressed together, soaked panties clinging to her pussy, mouth open around his fingers, eyes fluttering.

Kaori tried to fight back. This was wrong and she knew it. But it felt too good to refuse, she was on the verge of surrender…

Knock knock knock.

Three sharp raps on the door ruined the moment.

Renji froze.

Kaori's face flushed crimson, eyes wide with panic and unspent lust. "That's the police," she whispered, voice shaking. "They're here about the break-in."

Renji's heart slammed against his ribs, but he forced himself to be calm. He let go of her huge breasts and turned to the door.

"It's okay. We'll answer together. I'll handle it."

She nodded numbly, smoothing her skirt with trembling hands, and together they walked to the door.

Kaori opened it.

A tall, stunning woman in a crisp police uniform stood there—dark blue jacket hugging full, heavy breasts, belt cinched tight around a tiny waist, hips flaring dramatically. Long black hair in a high ponytail, sharp intelligent eyes, full lips painted subtle red.

"Hello, Miss Katsura. This is the Seihou Police here for a break-in report."

Kaori adjusted herself nervously. "Hello. Thank you for coming."

The police woman's eyes moved to the person standing beside Kaori, and she froze, surprise in her features.

"Renji?"

Renji was also staring at her.

"Mrs. Endo…?"

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