CHAPTER 48: RENJI ALL ALONG

Later that night, under the faint glow of streetlights in Momo Street, textbooks sprawled open on a desk in an apartment that was neater than its usual.

Renji hunched over in front of his laptop, a file in hand that he had stolen from the center, his eyes plastered on the screen with concentration.

The kind of concentration someone had when plotting a revenge.

And his plot was executed to perfection.

Renji wasn’t the most clever person in the world, he didn’t delude himself enough to think he was. He didn’t even think he was cleverer than most people.

But he was clever enough.

Besides, cunning wasn’t the only thing one needed to come up with a plan. Drive was also important.

The desire. A strong push of an emotion harnessed into energy that sends someone to act.

For many it was hate, love, lust, hunger...

In Renji’s case, it was anger.

He couldn’t stand another day of Miyu’s annoying interference and nonsensical suspicions that only mildly bordered on a tinge of realism.

He also couldn’t stand the smugness behind that stone, sunglasses-covered face of Hideo, Hana’s bodyguard. That chip he had on his shoulder; feeling high and mighty because he protected the hottest woman in the city.

Not only were they coming in his way, but they were being too damn infuriating about it. Miyu especially.

And so, that night, while rejecting Reina’s company and causing her to masturbate on his door, he devised a plan to get rid of both of them.

Two birds. A single angry stone.

The idea came to him once they all came down from the bus. Renji could see a branding on the vehicle that said ’A Property of Hoshizawa Tech and Ventures.’

He knew then that the vehicle wasn’t fully owned by the Sunshine Center, either it was donated or it was still an asset belonging to Taiga Hoshizawa who could use it whenever he pleased.

Renji thought of ways he could use this information.

Nothing came to mind.

Moments later, as he was packing up to head home, Miyu walked past him again, murmuring just loud enough for him to hear that she would stop him as well tomorrow.

Renji watched her smirk as she headed out, anger building in him.

At first, he thought about using the Milf Note on her and punishing her with an extremely hard core fucking that would leave her breathless and paralyzed for days.

But he hated her so much that he couldn’t genuinely imagine himself fucking her.

Nothing against skinny milfs, but Miyu had him appalled and infuriated. Fucking her was the last thing he wanted.

So the other idea?

Well, it was one that felt so wicked that he could come up with it and still have the guts to go on with it only when he was as angry as he was.

The only thing worse than using the Milf Note on a woman to fuck her, was using the Milf Note on a woman and not fucking her.

But hey? Wasn’t against the rules, was it?

It felt so sinister in that moment he thought of it, that a smile even tore through his face, despite his extreme anger.

To write her name in the Note, fill her up with lustful desires for him, yet never fulfill them.

Rather he would shame her for it, make her feel like a pervert scum, an immoral woman who had an almost taboo attraction to a boy almost two decades younger than her.

It was vile. It was awful. It was PERFECT!

However, as the rules say, to do any of that, he had to get into her house first. Renji thought of ways he could do this. He didn’t even know where she lived.

But, ah!

A light bulb blinked beside his young, scheming face.

Hiroshi, the organizer, had asked where he lived when he was registering for the volunteer role, so he most likely had the location of all the rest of the volunteers too.

Renji lingered by, and when the old man went to use the bathroom, he hurried to his desk, hid below the counter and checked the files.

In the back of his mind, he’d hoped he would find Mrs. Hoshizawa’s own there as well.

But what was just being greedy. And wishful.

He found Miyu’s and took a picture of it so he wouldn’t forget, slipping out just before Hiroshi returned.

Then they gathered outside for Hana’s thank you message as she did everyday.

"Thank you all for a wonderful day today, we were able to visit all the locations. Hopefully we can recreate it again tomorrow."

"Especially you, Renji."

"Thank you so much for your wonderful help! Your painting was beautiful and you also assisted with distribution!"

"Goodbye everyone!"

She climbed into her black Rolls-Royce Phantom, the guard sliding in beside her.

The guard.

Renji had not forgotten about him.

Later that night, in front of his laptop, his plan started to come together.

First he verified that indeed, the bus like others with the same blue color and branding, belonged to Mr. Hoshizawa’s company.

Then he searched the agency where Hideo was hired from, and found a Steele Protectors Agency.

He faked a call, pretending to be Taiga Hoshizawa’s assistant.

"Mr. Hoshizawa needs to confirm Hideo’s emergency contact for payroll. Can you read it back?"

The receptionist, assuming legitimacy, was happy to give Hideo’s number.

Then Renji got one of his old SIM cards and put it into the free slot in his phone.

He made the plan to fake a message to Hideo, pretending to be Mr. Hoshizawa’s representative with as much formality and urgency as possible, to get them to abandon the donation, just when they were in the location closest to Miyu’s home.

He knew they would have to store the products in a volunteer’s home and return the bus to Mr. Hoshizawa.

But that was not all there was.

Renji also had to sow the seeds.

The fox with a halo? It was a painting that he knew only someone as hysterical and dramatic as Miyu would see the hidden message behind it.

And it would push her over the edge.

Just enough that he could convince her to report him to Hideo, Hana’s security guard.

And when Hideo’s attention was elsewhere rather than the woman he was supposed to protect, Renji would then dial a number.

That was the sign.

A street racer who he knew around his neighborhood, then barrages down the road like he was going to hit Mrs. Hoshizawa.

But Tomio was pretty good, he knew when to glide and Hana was never in any real danger.

However, the spectacle was enough to make Renji look like a hero and Hideo look like an incompetent guard.

Slowly Hideo started to lose Hana’s trust, and as Renji gained it, it made him angrier.

Matters only got worse with what happened at the Hoshizawa Mansion.

Now, with his mission at Miyu’s home successful, she was now a shameless slut with an uncontrollable lust for a kid she hated, masturbating to his boxer’s stench while her husband slept beside her.

And Hideo was an unstable, erratic weirdo, who felt so possessive over Mrs. Hoshizawa that he lied about the bus, causing Hana’s donation to end prematurely and Mr. Hoshizawa to be disgraced in front of his investors.

Two enemies defeated.

Well, even though Hideo lost his job, he still had one thing. The truth.

He was right about it all.

It was Renji all along.