CHAPTER 37: NIGHT DELIGHT

Renji took a cab and returned to his apartment building before the sun fully set.

The evening air outside was thick with summer humidity, the kind that clung to skin like a second layer.

When summer got this way, Renji could tell that winter was coming, and it was going to be heavy.

He paid the driver and climbed up the stairs of the apartment building, pushing through the lobby doors with a single-minded urgency.

He could feel his cock scraping on the itchy fabric of his school shorts—an unfortunate result of letting Miyu keep his boxers while he rawdogged.

He unbuttoned his shirt like it disgusted him, took it off and swung it over his shoulder. The fabric of his singlet stuck to his lean chest, outlining the faint ridges of muscle beneath as he headed down the corridor.

’What a day!’ he thought. ’The best thing about making a plan is when it plays out perfectly. So perfectly!’

A grin tore through his boyish face.

However, he couldn’t retire to bed just yet. There was one thing he was yet to do.

Renji had promised Reina a good, hard pounding when he got back from school tonight.

Even though he has released a lot of cum inside Haruka, the time he spent staring at Mrs. Hoshizawa and teasing Miyu had pumped up his balls yet again with more man milk.

He was more than ready for a sloppy sex session with Reina tonight.

Even then, despite the sex that morning, his cock throbbed painfully in his pants. He could feel a thick, veiny bulge pressing against the zipper.

’Reina’s been waiting all day, stewing in her need... I think tonight’s the night I’m going to claim her completely, body and soul.’

He took the stairs three at a time, his sneakers slamming against the concrete steps with echoing thuds that reverberated up the stairwell.

Finally, he arrived at Apartment 3B, Reina’s apartment. He stopped and took in a deep breath like the air was Viagra

Slowly, he raised his fist and pounded it against the wood with three sharp, demanding knocks that rattled the frame.

The door then slightly opened on its own in a somewhat ominous manner, like it was inviting him in.

Renji paused, his hand hanging in the air, one eyebrow raised.

From inside, he heard her voice call out. Even from his standing point, he could hear the husky tremor of need lacing her words, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Come in!" she said.

It wasn’t a casual invitation; it was a plea, breathy and eager.

Renji’s face lit up with excitement like a kid in an ice cream store, the words dripping with the promise of what awaited.

He shoved the door open with his shoulder, stepping into the dimly lit living room.

It instantly felt like he was in one of those movie scenes, where a character was about to get jumped by fucking Ghostface.

The air just had an immediate warmth and heavy tension that captured him in that moment, saturated with jasmine incense and the faint, underlying tang of Reina’s pussy.

He wasn’t going crazy. He could swear that he smelled the scent of her pussy.

It was like she’d squirted into a perfume bottle and sprayed the place.

The aroma was pleasing. Pleasing to both him and his perverted cock.

Everywhere seemed to compress into him, it all felt smaller, dizzier.

His eyes adjusted to the low light from a single lamp in the corner, and when his eyes dropped low, that was when he saw a trail of deep crimson rose petals scattered across the hardwood floor.

They weren’t just scattered carelessly, no. Reina had intentionally placed them like drops of blood on fresh snow, starting at his feet and winding a deliberate path past the cluttered coffee table.

Renji smiled. ’Hehehe. Oh what does Reina have planned for me tonight?!’

He smacked his hands together and rubbed them. He took off his shoes, dropping them by the door and headed deeper into the house.

The petals were fresh, velvety soft under his feet as he stepped on them, crushing it slightly and releasing a faint floral scent that mixed with the room’s growing musk.

’I really have to fuck her brainless today,’ he thought as he followed the trail like a predator on a scented hunt. ’She put a lot of effort into this.’

The deeper he got into her house, the more his cock twitched, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind racing with images of what Reina had planned.

The petals grew thicker as he approached the bedroom door, which was cracked open just enough to spill a golden sliver of light across the floor, illuminating the final scatter of petals like a runway to depravity.

Renji did a little dance of excitement, nerdy and stupid, but it was a way to express his excitement without looking awkward in front of Reina.

Then, when he had got it out of his system and was ready to get to fucking, he pushed the door open slowly, the hinges creaking softly.

Creaaaakkkkkk.

He peered into the bedroom.

Like a present for a loyal soldier, there she was: Reina Takashima.

She presented herself as a gift to him, an object for him to pour all of his desires on.

Reina stood in the center of the bedroom; a lewd offering to his dominance. Everywhere was mostly dark, but the flickering glow of a single bedside lamp was what gave light to her.

It poured her golden colors across her voluptuous, sexy body.

She was dressed—though barely covered—in black lingerie so tight it looked like it had been poured onto her body and left to set.

The sheer lace stretched to its absolute limits over her mommy-voluptuous figure, causing every curve to bulge out in obscene, overflowing excess.

The bra was a flimsy concoction of black mesh and satin straps, the cups far too small for her massive, milk-heavy tits, which spilled over the top and sides like dough rising from a pan.

The pale, doughy flesh that defined her sex-built body, quivered with every shallow breath she took.

The underwire dug deep red lines into her soft underboob, the lace translucent enough to show the faint blue veins tracing across her swollen areolas.

Not to forget those fat pink nipples, they didn’t let themselves be hidden.

They poked through the mesh like hard cherries begging to be sucked, already leaking tiny beads of milk that soaked the fabric and made it cling even tighter.

The garter belt cinched her thick waist with sexy wickedness, the elastic straps snapped so taut over her wide, child-bearing hips, digging into the soft rolls of her belly, causing her love handles to bulge even more.

The black thong was little more than a string, the front panel a soaked mess of lace outlining her swollen pussy lips in explicit detail, and the rest of it disappeared in between her thick jiggling thighs.

They were dimpled with cellulite, her calves straining against sheer black stockings that ended in garter clips.

Her entire body was glistening.

She might have rubbed some aphrodisiac oil all over her skin, but whatever it was, it made her glow like a golden heaven.

She had her hands raised over her head, a lewd, vulnerable pose that made her even more sexier.

Her face was flushed a deep crimson, her lips parted in a shy gasp, her eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and desperate lust as she fidgeted with a strand of her hair.

"Welcome home, Master Renji," she mumbled, her voice small and trembling. "Do you like it?"