CHAPTER 31: NEXT PHASE

The bathroom door creaked open and he stepped out. His uniform was slightly disheveled, his shirt untucked from the waistband, his dark hair damp with sweat, but a newfound confidence straightened his posture.

He was about to head on to the hallway when a faint whiff of feminine perfume tickled his nostrils.

It didn’t smell like Miss Haruka’s.

Renji paused, then looked around. The corridor was pretty empty, and there was no place for someone to hide.

He shrugged. It probably belonged to one of the many other female teachers who used this bathroom.

Nothing really to worry about.

With a dismissive grunt, he headed back to class.

The remainder of the school day dragged on, lecture after lecture, letters and diagrams scrawled on the board, chatting and laughing of the students, and the occasional rustle of turning pages.

Renji also noticed that Hitomi’s stares persisted. It was like she couldn’t help herself.

Over and over, her vibrant eyes drifted to him from her desk, nervous blushes on her cheeks, and awkward fleeting smiles each time he caught her.

But Renji barely cared. Now that he had finally dried up the pent up cum in his balls, his mind was completely preoccupied with Mrs Hoshizawa and the next phase of his plan.

The final bell rang and the students erupted from their seats, their chatter filling the halls as lockers slammed shut and footsteps rumbled.

Renji hurried to the park and reclaimed the Note. He tucked it into his bag, stopped a cab and headed to the Sunshine Community Center.

He arrived at the Center soon enough, the glass doors reflecting the golden hues of the late afternoon sky.

Renji paid the driver and strode into the building with more confidence than he had yesterday.

The lobby buzzed with activity as usual: volunteers sorting canned goods, children showing up with their parents to donate old toys, and clatter of utensils in the kitchen where food was being cooked.

"Hey, Renji! Good to see you!" called out one of the male volunteers, waving a pasta-stained hand.

"Looking sharp today!" added another, chuckling as he hefted a crate of rice.

Renji nodded back, holding his backpack with one hand and with a polite smile on his gentle face.

"Thanks, guys. It’s good to be here."

His eyes scanned the room, and it didn’t take long for him to find Miyu Ishikawa, her slender frame standing with folded arms.

Their gazes locked, a cold glare passing between them. Renji’s glare was colder, sharper. It was like he was letting her know he wouldn’t let her get in his way today.

"So you showed up again, huh?" Miyu said with a scoff. "I’ll just let you know that I’m still watching you. Nothing gets past Miyu Ishikawa!"

She stomped away after. Renji watched her with an assured expression.

Then his eyes caught Hiroshi, the organizer, holding a clipboard with a perpetually harried expression.

Renji approached him.

"Hey, Mr. Hiroshi, where’s Mrs. Hoshizawa today?" he asked.

Hiroshi adjusted his glasses, flipping through his notes. "Oh, hello there, Renji. Well, Mrs. Hoshizawa is running a bit late today. But she’ll be here pretty soon. She’s always here Tuesday through Fridays."

Renji pouted in thought.

"Why don’t you head to the art room and get started? She might show up before you’re even done."

"Okay," Renji nodded, casting a glance back at Miyu, who watched him from the store room, her arms still crossed, her posture radiating distrust.

He turned and made his way to the art room, while her stare burned into his back.

The art room welcomed him with the familiar scent of paint and turpentine, the different boots cluttered with brushes and canvases.

Taro grinned as Renji entered. "Back for more, eh? Let’s see what you’ve got today!"

Renji regarded the old man with an awkward smile, then began painting.

The hours slipped by, yet Mrs. Hoshizawa was yet to arrive.

Renji started to worry that his entire plan would crumble before it even started. She had to be here today, because if she wasn’t, then what was the point of everything?

Meanwhile, his painting had finally taken shape. shape. It was a fox with a halo over its head.

Taro had painted a riverside, but it was no match for Renji’s fox. When the judging came, he won Art of the Day again, and they all cheered him on once more.

"You’re a machine, Renji!" Hiroshi had said.

Renji basked in the praise, but it was underwhelming because Mrs. Hoshizawa had not been part of it.

Just when he was starting to truly doubt she would show up, the doors swung open, and she entered the Center.

Instantly, her presence commanded the room.

She wore a tight, emerald-green gown that hugged her voluptuous figure, accentuating her wide hips and squeezing on her heavyset pair of breasts.

A lemon lace jacket was over it, adding a touch of elegance, though it did nothing to hide her milfy cleavage and the curve of those giant breasts.

Her purple hair was styled just like yesterday, flowing down her back, framing her motherly face.

Even though Renji noticed she seemed a little down when she entered, her warm brown eyes sparkled the moment she saw everyone.

"Mrs. Hoshizawa!"

They gathered her like usual, welcoming her like she was a movie star and they were paparazzi.

With a smile on her face, she greeted everyone.

Renji noticed her bodyguard was here again. Not that he expected the stone faced bastard to take a day off.

He shot the man a sidelong glare.

"Renji!"

Hearing Hana’s voice, he dismissed the glare immediately and assumed an innocent, friendly expression.

Hana’s face was lit up even brighter with a beaming smile. "It’s so good to see you!"

She approached, her hips swaying.

"Thanks, Mrs. Hoshizawa. I’m really glad to see you too."

Hana smiled warmly. "I heard you won Art of the Day again. I haven’t seen it but I’m sure it’s well deserved! Gosh, we’re really lucky to have you here, aren’t we?"

Renji’s smile widened. He couldn’t help it. His heart thumped each time she said something nice to him.

"Thanks so much, Mrs. But heh... I’m just doing my part."

"Alright everyone! Let’s start onloading into the bus. It’s distribution time!"

Hana looked at him. "You’re coming along, right?"

Renji nodded. "You bet."