CHAPTER 26: DEALING WITH OBSTRUCTIONS (2)

Renji made a face.

He held back his instinctive anger with all the strength he could to stop himself from punching the guard right there on the face.

Mainly because he knew it was going to hurt him even more. Punching an ugly face of rock like that would definitely hurt.

So, he took a deep breath and struck one of his most innocent faces.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that," he said. "I got carried away talking to Mrs. Hoshizawa. She’s quite fun to talk to despite being an adult."

He shot Hana a smile after saying that.

She blushed.

"Renji! What a nice compliment. Who knew you had a way with words."

Renji smiled back. "Thankfully I’m sticking around to surprise you more."

Hana’s smile widened to a grin.

Renji, proud of his innocent charm, turned around and gave the security a glare before continuing on.

He picked up a carton of sardines and shared them with the outstretched hands of the homeless.

After a time, they finished with the homeless, returned to the bus and headed to the daycare.

Since everyone maintained the same seats that they had on their way to the homeless, Renji was sitting once again with the delusional Miyu.

She went on again about how she had noticed him talking to Mrs. Hoshizawa behind her back because she was busy, and she promised him she wouldn’t let him out of her sight this time.

Renji didn’t have a reply for her this time. He had decided a while ago that she was completely out of her mind. ’Delulu Miyu’ he had named her in his mind.

However, Delulu Miyu had lived up to what she promised.

Through the distribution in the daycare, she pestered him constantly. Everywhere he was she was there too.

He had a couple chances, when Hana was finally free from her shadow, the bodyguard. But then there she was, a more annoying shadow that wasn’t even supposed to be there in the first place.

If it wasn’t to sample an oblivious baby in front of Hana, telling her how cute the baby was, then it was to point out that a particular baby’s potty was full, like it was Hana’s job to clean the damn potty.

Soon, the evening came, the sun started to retire and the distribution ended.

With an angry face that he didn’t even bother to hide, Renji got aboard the bus.

Miyu sat beside him, grinning, proud of herself.

"Did you think I wouldn’t stop you. Haha! I told you. Whatever your scummy plan is, I’ll be there to stop you and protect Mrs. Hoshizawa."

"That’s what best friends do."

Renji pretended not to hear her.

The bus rumbled back, its seats creaking under tired bodies.

Soon, they returned to the center. Once everyone came down, gathered their things and locked the gates of the building, they stood outside, their togetherness vibrant after a successful day.

Hana stood before them, that stupid guard standing by her side, hands crossed behind him.

She waved to the volunteers with a radiant smile. "Thank you all for a wonderful day today, we were able to visit all the locations. Hopefully we can recreate it again tomorrow."

Then her eyes found Renji, who looked a little weary, holding onto the handle of his backpack.

"Especially you, Renji," she called.

Renji’s eyes lit up.

"Thank you so much for your wonderful help! Your painting was beautiful and you also assisted with distribution!" she said, her voice motherly, her hand lingering in a wave.

Miyu scoffed. "He’s a trickster," she muttered under her breath, enough for only her to hear.

"Goodbye everyone!" Hana declared. She climbed into her black Rolls-Royce Phantom, the guard sliding in beside her.

Then as everyone waved, praising their kind and lovely president, Mrs. Hoshizawa, the engine purred and the vehicle glided away.

Renji had wanted to yell the question to her, to ask her where she lived, simply because he couldn’t stand to let this chance slip away from him.

He has grown a habit of being obsessively opportunistic.

Still, he knew that would only make things awkward. He didn’t want that. Making sure Hana didn’t feel awkward with his ass very important.

As the car vanished around a corner, his anger grew, his teeth grinding.

He knew that he did everything in his power to get her address.

It was only because of one person. No, two people that he was failed today.

That thickheaded, stone faced guard and that clingy annoyance, that stain in a white shirt, Miyu Ishikawa.

Watching the woman board a taxi home, Renji decided to accept defeat for today. Tomorrow, he had would return with abplan fully set.

Later that night, under the faint glow of streetlights in Momo Street, textbooks sprawled open on a desk in an apartment that was neater than its usual.

Renji hunched over in front of his laptop, a file in hand that he had stolen from the center, his eyes plastered on the screen with concentration.

The kind of concentration someone had when plotting a revenge.

His uniform jacket lay discarded on the floor, his sweat-stained shirt clinging to his skinny frame, his dark hair a sweaty mess from hours of focus.

The weight of his day—Hana’s near-reveal, Miyu’s meddling, and his thwarted plans—pressed on him, but tonight, his mind was a fortress, barricaded against distraction as he made his plans for tomorrow.

A sharp knock rattled his door, pulling him from his trance.

Renji groaned, checking the time. He knew who it was.

He shuffled over to the door. Peering through the peephole, he spotted Reina, standing in the dim hallway.

She was wearing a skirt this time. It was hiked up slightly, revealing her blump thighs, her nightblouse was unbuttoned just enough to hint at her ample breasts.

He opened the door.

Reina was holding a tray of food. Rice and Chicken soup.

Her head was covered with a hanky, but her eyes held that usual horny hungdt, that glint of lust.

"Renji, baby, I brought dinner... and me," she purred, her voice a sultry tease, presenting the tray as her tits bouncdd.

Renji’s shoulders tensed. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this. "Reina, not tonight. I’m swamped right now. I have to study for a big text tomorrow. We’ll talk when I get back from school, okay?"

Reina’s face fell, her pout deepening, a mix of sadness and unspent desire clouding her eyes. "But Renji... this is usually... our time," she whined, her free hand sliding down her thigh, fingers tracing the edge of her skirt as she leaned against the doorframe.

She pressed closer, her breath hitching as she murmured, "Maybe just a quickie, or a blowjob."

Renji stared at her. He didn’t want to say no, in fact, he almost couldn’t. But he couldn’t get Mrs. Hoshizawa off his mind.

He had been so close today, and because of Miyu and the guard, he had failed. He could not let it happen tomorrow.

"I’m sorry, Mrs. Reina. We can’t tonight."

He knew it they started, a blowjob will simply not be enough.

"But..." Reina was about to complain.

"I said not tonight!" Renji scolded her.

Her eyes suddenly dropped, sad like a puppy being punished.

"Don’t get too spoiled, Mrs. Reina. Or else I won’t fuck you for a week."

Her eyes suddenly widened. "A whole week? No, please. Anything but that."

Renji gaped at her, then let out a sigh. "Good. Now just..." he took the tray of food. "...go back to your apartment, tomorrow, when I get back, we’ll fuck for as many rounds as you want. Okay?"

A stubborn whimper escsped her, but she said okay.

Renji closed the door.

But instead of returning to her apartment, Reina remained there, frustrated.

"How dare he get so pompous. Because he has such a big, hard, thick, tasty cock."

Her ego continued to clash with her lustful desire for her teenage tenant.

It was beyond frustrating.

"Why can’t he just forget about school for tonight and give me his cock."

Her hand slipped under her skirt, a soft moan escaping as she touched herself, her body trembling against the wood.

"Renji, yes! Your cock! It’s the only thing I want. Just give me your cock."

She fingered herself, trying her best to imitate the way Renji thrusted into her, as she sniffed on his door, seeking his proximity to invigorate her longing.

With a final shudder, she came, a quiet gasp breaking the silence, her body slumping against the door, a faint wet spot darkening her skirt.

"Your young... tasty... cock."