CHAPTER 27: 5-MINUTE SLOPPY KISS

The next morning dawned with a soft golden light filtering through Renji.

He stirred under his rumpled sheets, rolling over, unable to remember when he had even fallen to sleep.

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he sat up, his dark hair a messy nest, his skinny frame clad in boxers that tented slightly from morning wood.

Remembering what he did last night, he stretched, his muscles aching in a satisfying way.

He was feeling confident once again, besides, yesterday hadn’t been a complete failure.

He had gotten close with Mrs. Hoshizawa. Very close in fact. She had thanked him in front of everyone. How cool was that?

Still though, he couldn’t afford any fuck ups today.

’Today, I get closer to that motherly goddess.’

Renji swung his legs over the bed, his bare feet hitting the cool hardwood, and his gaze landed on the empty tray on his nightstand: the remnants of Reina’s curry from last night, the container licked clean, a faint spicy aroma lingering.

The sight jogged his memory, and he rubbed his neck, a twinge of guilt flickering through his lust-fueled thoughts.

’Shit, Reina... I took the food last night but dismissed her. Eh, I feel kinda bad, but I was way too busy planning for today to give her a quick fuck.’

He picked up the tray and dropped it in the kitchen sink. ’Besides, I can’t spoil her. If I give in every time, she’ll start demanding it like it’s her right.’

He placed both hands on his waist. "I have to make them understand that getting my cock is a privilege, not a daily meal. I’m the master here.’

The thought made him feel slightly evil.

Deciding not to care, Renji padded to the bathroom, stripping off his boxers, the cool air raising goosebumps on his skin as he stepped under the shower.

The hot water cascaded over him, washing away the sweat and paint smudges from last night, his body relaxing as steam filled the small space.

He lathered up, his hands running over his lean muscles, his mind drifting to Hana’s fat ass and Haruka’s submissive moans.

Minutes later, he turned off the water, drying off with a towel, and headed to his closet.

There, he saw a pair of his uniform hung, freshly washed and ironed with care, the fabric crisp and clean. He could even smell the scent of lavender detergent.

With a curious frown, Renji took the uniform and pulled on the shirt, then slipped into the pants.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

He looked nice. It had been a while since he wore an ironed uniform to school.

But who has ironed it?

Renji paused, then glanced around.

It was then that he noticed the house was spotless.

The kitchen was clean when he entered it earlier, his textbooks on his mini shelf were neatly stacked, the floor was swept, even his hentai collection was arranged in a fine pile. ’

Renji had been so busy last night that he hadn’t even noticed his surroundings at all.

’Was this all Reina’s doing?’

He did give her his key yesterday like she had suggested. But it slipped his mind.

’She did all this while I was at the Center?’

Now, he felt really bad.

’Maybe I should pay her a visit... reward her a bit.’

He picked his schoolbag, swung it over his shoulder and headed to her apartment.

Moments later, Renji knocked on her door.

The door swung open, and Reina stood there in house clothes: a frilly white apron tied over a low-cut blouse that barely contained her voluptuous body.

As usual, those giant tits of hers spilled out, her hips were flaring in those tight shorts she loved to wear, and the string of the apron pressed tightly into her love handles.

Her stubborn, fake-angry face greeted him, her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up, her lips pursed in a pout, her cheeks slightly pink with feigned indignation.

Renji could tell she was faking her anger, but it was cute to see her so vexed. Like the old times.

"What do you want, Renji?" she huffed, looking away.

Renji grinned, leaning against the doorframe. "What, don’t tell me you’re trying to be mad?"

His eyes roaming her body, his cock stirring at the sight of her curves. She looked away again, her cheeks reddening deeper, her fingers fidgeting with the apron string.

"I’m not mad... you’re the one who’s full of himself because you have a sweet dick."

Her lips pressed more, she somehow managed to fold her arms again, despite them being folded before.

That very act caused her tits to pop out even more.

Fuck, Renji was already late for school.

He would have loved to go for a nice titfuck.

But he also remembered not to let her get spoiled.

He held back his urges and chuckled. "Where is your shame, Mrs. Reina. An older woman like you shouldn’t be so horny for a teen boy’s cock. Yet you’re so prideful that you demand it outright."

Reina’s eyes widened suddenly, her face flushing with guilt, her face dropping as she bit her lip, a guilty defense bubbling up.

"I... I’m not prideful... I just thought you’d want me..." she mumbled, her voice soft, her body trembling with shame, her giant tits heaving as she shifted, her hands tucked between her legs in a submissive pose.

"You’re so hot when you’re nervous, Mrs. Reina." Renji said with a smirk. "But as much as I want to, I can’t bend you over that counter and fuck you right now."

Reina looked at the counter and bit her lip. She really wished he could. Why couldn’t he? Because of school?

She despised school. It was the only thing keeping her away from 24 hours of Renji’s womb pounding sex.

That was the only thing she wanted. The only thing she could think of.

"Did you make my lunch?" Renji asked her.

"Yes." She nodded meekly, turning to grab a box of food. It was steaming bento with rice, fried chicken, and veggies. She handed it to him with excited hands, her eyes pleading. "Here... I made it special for you..."

Her voice was soft, her cheeks red with guilt.

Renji took it, then leaned in. "You’ve been a good housemilf. I saw how well you cleaned my place and did my laundry. I’m late for school but how about a good 5-minute sloppy kiss."

Reina’s eyes lit up, her cheeks reddened with hope. With eagerness, she nodded.

Kissing Renji would be enough to carry her through the day. She won’t brush her mouth or eat anything after. She’ll allow his scent to remain on her lips as she masturbated all day.

Renji pulled her close and crashed into her lips with his.

"Mhmmm!"

It was nasty, sloppy, full of spit.

Their tongues tangled almost immediately, saliva exchanging in a lewd dance. She moaned into his mouth, her giant tits pressing against his chest, her hands clutching his shirt as he sucked on her tongue, the wet smacks filling the kitchen.

Spit dribbled down their chins. A streak rolled down Reina’s neck and continued right into her cleavage.

Renji took a strong squeeze of her breasts as they kissed more.

Reina moaned, her horny breath mixing with his, her body grinding against him as the kiss turned depraved, her pussy soaking her shorts.

She was losing his mind. His kiss was so steamy. No man had ever kissed her like this.

The way he sucked on her tongue, forced his own tongue into her throat for her to deepthroat.

He bit her lower lip, pulling it gently, and then explored her mouth again with aggressive swirls.

He has turned her mouth into his domain, he had captured her as his slave. And Reina loved it, which was why she was moaning like a slut even though it was just a kiss.

After five minutes of intense, sloppy passion, their lips smacked apart, a thick thread of spit connecting them, snapping as he pulled back.

Reina panted, her face a mess of saliva and lust, her giant tits heaving.

Renji looked at her. "Gosh, Mrs. Reina. You’re so fucking hot when you get brainfucked like this."

His dick got hard. He needed to fuck.