CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 44: PERFECT!

The locker room smelled of sweat, sex, and something Mayumi hadn’t felt in years.....satisfaction. Her chest rose and fell as she lay sprawled on the bench, sweat-damp ponytail clinging to her neck, skin still sticky with Renji’s cum. Every part of her ached deliciously, her thighs trembling from the way he had used her.

Renji didn’t look tired at all. He sat on the edge of the bench, shirtless now, lazily wiping his cock with a towel before stuffing it back into his pants. That cock. She shuddered just remembering the way it had stretched her, the way it had forced her body to yield.

"You’re staring," he teased, smirking as he caught her gaze.

"I am not," she snapped, turning her face away too quickly. The blush betraying her wasn’t lost on him.

Renji leaned in, brushing a thumb across the corner of her lips where a thin smear of his cum had dried. "Cute. You’re pretending like I didn’t just fuck the soul out of you a minute ago."

Her heart skipped. The blunt words hit too close, and shame tangled with the afterglow. She swung her legs down and stood abruptly, tugging her pants up with trembling fingers.

"This..." she muttered, her voice low, "shouldn’t have happened."

Renji tilted his head, amused. "Funny, you weren’t saying that when you were screaming my name."

Her cheeks burned hotter. "I lost control. That’s all."

"Exactly," he said smoothly, standing now and towering over her. "You let go. And it felt good, didn’t it?"

She bit her lip hard, her silence giving away what her pride refused to admit.

Renji stepped closer, backing her against the lockers again. His hand slid along her side, not forceful this time, just a slow caress that made her shiver. "You’ve been holding yourself together for too long, Mayumi. That’s why you broke. That’s why you needed me."

Her throat tightened. He wasn’t wrong. Years of loneliness, of burying her pain under strict discipline and workouts, of pretending her husband’s betrayal hadn’t scarred her—it all came crashing down the second Renji touched her.

"I’m not... your toy," she whispered, her voice trembling even though she wanted it to sound firm.

Renji smirked. "No. You’re mine."

The certainty in his tone sent a jolt through her. It should’ve made her angry, but instead her knees weakened, her core pulsed, and her body remembered how it felt to be claimed by him.

"Renji..." she started, her voice barely audible.

He leaned close, lips brushing her ear. "Don’t fight it, Coach. You want this. You want me."

She hated that she couldn’t deny it. Not when her body still ached for more.

But her pride rallied. She pushed lightly at his chest, though not enough to move him. "This was a mistake. If anyone finds out—"

"No one will," Renji cut her off, calm and assured. "This stays between us."

She looked into his eyes, trying to find arrogance, but what she saw instead was control. He wasn’t reckless, he knew exactly what he was doing.

And worse, he had her wrapped around his finger.

Mayumi turned away quickly, grabbing her whistle from the bench as if clinging to authority. "Practice starts in ten minutes. Get out."

Renji chuckled, slipping his shirt back on. "Fine. But don’t forget, Coach—when you’re lying in bed tonight, thinking about how empty you feel... you’ll know who you need."

Her body betrayed her again, a sharp pulse of heat between her thighs. She clenched her jaw, forcing her voice steady. "Go."

Renji left with that same infuriating smirk, his confidence filling the room even after he was gone.

Mayumi sagged against the lockers, her whistle slipping from her trembling fingers.

"Fuck..." she whispered, pressing a hand to her lips.

She had sworn to never let another man in after her husband left. Sworn to never show weakness.

And yet one cocky, dangerous student had broken through all her defenses in a single night.

Meanwhile, Renji walked down the hallway toward the main building, still basking in the rush of dominance. His system interface flickered to life, glowing faintly before his eyes.

[Lust Sync Complete: Mayumi Hayashida]

New Passive Unlocked: Endurance Boost (Minor)

System Note: The stronger the MILF’s physicality, the greater the benefit upon sync.]

Renji smirked, flexing his fingers as a subtle energy hummed through his muscles. Endurance boost. With Mayumi’s athletic body, that meant he could last even longer, fuck even harder.

"Perfect," he muttered, imagining the look on Rika’s and Reina’s faces when he eventually unleashed this new stamina on them.

But his mind lingered on Mayumi, too. The way her walls clenched, the way her pride cracked, the way her body screamed for him even as her mouth denied it.

She would fight him, he knew. But that only made the victory sweeter.

And he had no intention of letting her go.

That night, Mayumi sat alone in her apartment, lights dim, a single beer can sweating on the coffee table. The faint hum of the fridge was the only sound in the room.

She hadn’t even bothered to change out of her tracksuit. The smell of sweat and faint musk still clung to her skin, tormenting her.

Her phone buzzed with a notification. A parent message, something about practice schedules. She ignored it. Instead, her eyes kept drifting to her bedroom door.

She hadn’t touched herself in months, not since her husband’s departure. Masturbation felt shameful, like admitting she was weak. She had sworn to bury her needs with discipline, training, routine.

But tonight... her body was betraying her.

Her thighs rubbed together as she sat curled on the couch. Her pussy still throbbed, sensitive, remembering the way Renji had filled her, broken her, made her cum so hard her vision blurred.

She cursed under her breath and cracked open the beer, chugging half to dull the thoughts.

It didn’t work.

The more she tried to forget, the clearer it became—the sound of his voice, the way his hands pinned her, the raw force of his cock splitting her open until she surrendered.

She slammed the can down, trembling. "Dammit, Mayumi... get a grip."

But her hand slid lower anyway. First to her thigh. Then, almost without permission, into her tracksuit bottoms.

Her fingers brushed her slick folds and she moaned before she could stop herself. The sound shocked her. She bit her knuckle to stifle it, but her hips rolled instinctively.

"Fuck... Renji..."

She hated herself for saying his name. Hated that he had gotten inside her head this deep.

But her body didn’t care. Her pussy was soaked, throbbing, hungry. And once she gave in, she couldn’t stop. Her fingers plunged inside, sloppy and desperate, while her other hand clawed the couch cushion.

She pictured him above her again, that smirk, that cock. Her walls clenched at the memory, her orgasm rushing fast and brutal.

She came hard, shaking, biting back sobs as her body convulsed.

When it was over, she collapsed against the couch, panting. Tears stung her eyes.

What the hell was happening to her?

And funny enough, At the same time, across town, Renji stretched out on his bed. The glow of the system interface still lingered in his mind, but he was more interested in the two women sitting nearby.

Rika sat at his desk, papers stacked in front of her, glasses slipping down her nose as she pretended to grade assignments. Pretended, because her thighs were pressed together so tightly it was obvious she was distracted.

Reina lounged on his bed beside him, scrolling her phone with a nurse’s calm, though the faint flush on her cheeks betrayed her.

Both of them kept sneaking glances at him.

Renji smirked. They had noticed.

The way he carried himself tonight, the sharpness in his voice, the raw aura of dominance radiating from him, it wasn’t the same as before.

The system boost from Mayumi’s sync hadn’t just given him stamina. It had sharpened him. His presence filled the room heavier, magnetic, intoxicating.

Reina finally put her phone down. "You’re... different today."

Rika looked up too, blinking, her cheeks warming as she adjusted her glasses. "Yes. What happened?"

Renji stretched lazily, letting his shirt ride up to expose his toned stomach. "What, you don’t like it?"

Reina bit her lip, flustered. "That’s not what I meant..."

Rika tried to compose herself, but her voice wavered. "It’s just... your energy feels stronger. Like..."

She trailed off, unable to put it into words.

Renji grinned, leaning back against the headboard. "Stronger, huh? Maybe I’m just getting started."

He let the words hang, teasing them, letting their minds wander. He could feel the tension tightening between them, the curiosity mixing with arousal.

Both women had already surrendered their bodies to him, but tonight, he could see it.....the shift. They weren’t just craving him anymore. They were beginning to depend on him.

And he was going to use that.

Back to Mayumi...She sat alone in her dark apartment, trembling from another orgasm she swore she wouldn’t have.

And across the bed, Renji smirked as Rika and Reina unconsciously leaned closer, drawn into his gravity.

The balance was shifting.

Renji wasn’t just collecting women anymore.

He was binding them to him.