CHAPTER 41: A RARE HAPPY MORNING

After a good night’s sleep, morning came with a symphony.

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of Renji’s bedroom, stirring him awake with a deep, satisfied groan.

His lean body was tangled in the sheets, his muscles still sore although pleasantly from the marathon breeding session he had last night with Reina.

These days were rare, but he woke up with a big smile on his face. He felt super energized, a surge of vitality coursing through him like he’d downed a triple espresso.

Who knew a random, magical book could change his life for the better?

Heh!

’Last night was perfect,’ he thought. ’I can say for certain now that Reina’s mine: body and soul.’

He looked around his room then pouted in thought. ’Today is Thursday. Heck, that means it’s the last day this week to get Mrs. Hoshizawa to spill where she lives.’

’I got this. So far, everything’s falling into place.’

He wondered if he should dilute his excessive joy. Bad things always happen in times like this.

But he couldn’t deny himself the happiness. He’d lived a boring, self-loathing life up until the Milf Note.

He deserved to be happy.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he slipped out of bed, his morning room poking through his night pants.

He padded naked to the bathroom, the tiles cool against his feet, and turned on the shower.

He hummed to a kpop that he heard from passing, the hot water cascading over his toned chest, washing away the dried fluids from last night.

Steam filled the small space, fogging the mirror as he lathered up, his hands sliding over his veiny cock, giving it a casual stroke that made him chuckle.

’My plan to get Miyu out of the way worked like a charm. That nosy bitch is probably at home right now, fingering herself to thoughts of me, ashamed and desperate.’

He shook his head like a satisfied villain. ’Eh. She won’t dare interfere today. Hell, she might even help me get closer to Hana.’

The thought made him laugh outright, water splashing as he rinsed off.

’All that’s left is that annoying guard, Hideo. But his time’s running out too. Very soon, he’ll be out of my way as well. And I’ll have sexy Mrs. Hoshizawa all to myself.’

That was the cue for a villain laugh, but he just chuckled, shaking his head as he finished quickly, toweling off with a rough vigor.

As he stepped out of the bathroom, a delicious aroma wafted through the apartment.

Renji paused. He was good at smelling things and knew right away that it was eggs being scrambled.

He could also smell sizzling bacon, fresh toast buttering, and the rich scent of coffee brewing.

His stomach growled. ’Since when did the neighbors’ cooking smell so good? And why does it feel like it’s coming from the ki—’

He paused when he got to the kitchen, his eyes wide, his cock twitching instantly at the sight.

Reina stood at the stove, her back to him.

She was wearing nothing but a frilly pink apron that tied around her thick waist, the strings straining against her wide hips.

The apron’s front barely covered her massive tits, the fabric stretched taut over her bulging mounds, he could see her fat side boobs even from his standing point.

On her plump, jiggling ass were the red handprints from last night fading to pink bruises. As she stirred the eggs, her thick thighs rubbed together and her ass shifted like wobbly planets.

"Reina?" Renji called. "W—What are you doing here?"

Reina turned at the sound of his voice, a bright smile lighting her flushed face, her eyes sparkling with adoration.

"Good morning, Master! I hurried over because I knew you needed a good breakfast before school today—lots of protein to keep you strong."

She winked playfully, flipping the bacon with a sizzle, her tits jiggling wildly under the apron. "As your housemilf, it’s my job to make sure you eat well."

Renji’s smile widened, a mix of affection and dominance as he stepped behind her.

Then he spanked her on her fat ass, making the flesh ripple and her yelp in surprise, a red mark blooming instantly.

"Good job, Reina. Smells amazing, and you... mhm... you look even better."

She giggled, pressing back against him, her ass grinding against his hardening cock through his pants.

He sat at the small kitchen table, the plate piled high with fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, buttered toast, and a side of fresh fruit.

Reina knelt beside him without a word, her hands undoing his zipper, freeing his thick cock as he forked into the eggs.

"Let me take care of you while you eat, Master," she murmured, her voice husky, her tongue darting out to lick the precum from his tip before swallowing him deep.

"Wouldn’t say no to that," Renji said with a groan.

He enjoyed his meal as her throat worked around his shaft with wet, slurping sounds.

Renji groaned, his free hand tangling in her hair as she bobbed, spit dripping down his balls, her massive tits pressing against his thigh under the apron.

"Fuck, Reina. You’re such a good housemilf," he muttered, chewing toast as she sucked greedily.

Moments later, he came down her throat and she swallowed every drop with a satisfied hum, licking him clean before standing with a wink.

"Thanks for the meal, Master."

"And thank you for the meal as well," Renji replied.

He headed to the bedroom to dress fully, Reina following with a bounce in her step, her boobs and ass jiggling behind the skimpy apron.

As he dressed, she packed his schoolbag with maternal care.

Notebooks neatly stacked, pencils sharpened, a lunchbox with onigiri and tamagoyaki tucked in.

"Can’t forget your books," she said cheerfully, reaching for the unique leather-bound book that she assumed was a diary.

Curiosity flickering in her eyes, Reina’s fingers brushed the cover.

’Books?’ Renji thought, looking in her direction. He instantly saw what she was holding and his heart skipped.

With panic surging through him, he hurried over, snatching the book from her hands with a sharper grip than intended.

"Don’t touch that!" His voice came out mean, edged with fear, his eyes wide. "I can’t pack my books by myself."

He knew what it meant if Reina had opened it and saw her name. Everything would be over.

Reina flinched, her face falling, her hands clasping together apologetically. "I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. I was just trying to help you get ready."

Realizing he had overreacted, Renji softened immediately, exhaling to calm himself.

"No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just... I don’t like people touching my books... or pens."

He tucked the Note into his bag himself. "I guess I’m a stationery freak. Hehehe."

He scratched the back of his neck. ’Shit. That was too close. I have to be more careful next time. I can’t let anyone near the Note, especially not her.’

Reina smiled, a feeling of gratification soothing her after he apologized. "It’s okay. I’ll make sure the apartment is cleaned up and dinner is ready by the time you get back."

Renji beamed her a smile. "You’re the best."

With his bag packed, he kissed her deeply, spanking her ass one last time before heading out.

The drive to school was brisk, the morning air crisp, students chattering on the streets.

As usual, he detoured to the small park near Seihou High, kneeling behind the dense bushes to hide the Milf Note in its secure spot.

’Safe.’

After that, he entered the school gates, the usual atmosphere enveloping him: the buzz of lockers slamming, friends laughing in clusters, the scent of chalk and teenage sweat, announcements crackling over the intercom about club meetings.

In class, he slid into his desk, the room filling with the scrape of chairs and muffled gossip.

Hitomi waved from her seat when he took his beside her, her petite hand fluttering, her cheeks pink.

"Hey, Renji," she said, "Good morning."

Her voice was bright but tinged with that lingering awkwardness she always had towards him.

He stared at her for a while and then waved back unenthusiastically, a half-hearted flick of his hand. "Yeah, morning."

She looked down at her looker, smiling childishly, cheeks even redder.

Suddenly, the class door slammed open, and a woman strode in.

The very moment everyone realized who it was, they instantly fell into silence, like a guillotine had fallen.

Whispers died, chairs stopped scraping, hearts pounded in terror.

’Its Principal Suzuki’

’Fuck! The principal is in our class? We’re definitely done for!’

’What could she want?’