CHAPTER 49: GUILT-TRIPPED

Renji didn’t really know what to say in response to what Hana just told him.

A part of him felt a sudden responsibility, that she was giving him herself to protect.

And then there was guilt. He was supposed to protect her, but all he wanted was to bend her over and clap her milf cheeks. All he cared about.

Then there was insecurity. How the hell was he gonna protect anyone with his lanky arms and thin legs?

Hana likely meant it all as a joke but it really got him thinking.

He stood in front of her, his heart still racing from her words:

’My life is entirely in your hands.’

The weight of it thrilled and unnerved him, and when he was reminded about the Milf Note in his school bag, he felt even more unnerved.

The warm smile on Hana’s face lingered, her voluptuous figure radiant in her white blouse, the fabric clinging to her massive tits, her purple hair catching the light as she tilted her head.

"Hehe," Renji chuckled, scratching the back of his head nervously. "I mean... if that’s what you want. Not sure how good of a job I can do."

"Well, Renji. You saved my life before so you’re obviously not going to be terrible at it," Hana smiled.

Renji looked at her, not sure if she was being serious or not. "Yeah, hah. I guess so."

"Besudes, Miyu said the nicest things about you today," Hana added, her voice bright but tinged with surprise, her hands clasping together.

"Huh?" Renji appeared surprised. "She did?"

"Yes. She told me to put all my trust in you. She said you’re reliable, kind, that you took your time with arranging the products in her house and she’s really grateful. She also said you’re a real asset to the center."

"Wow," Renji stared, his gaze innocent and oblivious. "I can’t believe she said that."

But a grin spread in his mind.

’Hahaha. Of course she did.’

The memory of Miyu’s punishment, her kneeling before him, begging for his cock, flashed in his vision.

Outwardly, he played coy. "Are you sure she wasn’t being sarcastic?"

Hana laughed softly, her tits jiggling under the blouse. "Yes! I know it’s surprising, especially because I think she’s been so... antsy the past two days. I noticed that she was always interrupting us on the bus, hovering like a hawk."

"It’s strange to see her with nothing but praise. She said you’re exactly who I need to keep me safe."

Her eyes sparkled with trust, oblivious to the manipulation.

Renji hoped it wasn’t ’strange’ enough for her to suspect anything.

Speaking of the devil, Miyu passed by, carrying a crate of rice bags, her steps faltering the moment she spotted him.

She froze, her slender frame tensing, her face flushing with nervous anxiety.

Renji’s brows creased slightly. What was this he was seeing?

Miyu somehow looked different.

It was difficult for guys to point out these things but it felt like she was almost glowing despite her simple clothing.

She wore the usual drab volunteer apron tied over a fitted yellow blouse that hugged her small breasts, the fabric accentuating her perky nipples.

Her slacks were tailored, showing off her toned legs. And her hair was packed with a little more style this time. Two strands fell over both sides of her face.

Hana waved warmly. "Miyu! Hello!"

Miyu forced a smile, waving back with a stiff hand, her voice respectful but shaky. "G-Good afternoon, Mrs. Hoshizawa... Renji."

Her eyes flicked to him, a quick, submissive glance loaded with shame and lingering lust, before she hurried off, her apron swaying.

Hana tilted her head, curious. "There’s something different about her today. She barely dresses up but it looks like she took time with her makeup, mhm? And she’s so... chummy, not her usual antsy self."

Renji shrugged casually. "Maybe something happened last night. Changed her vibe."

Hana’s smile widened, oblivious. "Then it must be a good thing! She’s practically glowing."

Renji smiled, turning to catch Miyu wandering into the cooking area.

That was when Hana’s eye caught the redness on Renji’s cheek; the raw scratch from his fall when dropped down by Kaito.

"Renji, your face," she said. "What happened?" Her voice softened with motherly concern, her hand hovering near his cheek.

He touched it, wincing as he realized the wound was visible.

’Shit. Kaito’s bullshit.’

Guilt stabbed him as he remembered why he’d hurried here in the first place.

"Oh, uh... nothing. Just tripped and fell on the way here," he lied, forcing a grin.

Feeling the weight of her gaze, he straightened abruptly. "Gotta get to the art room. Painting’s calling. I’ll catch you later, Mrs. Hoshizawa!"

He bolted before she could press, leaving her startled, her face falling into a sad frown, her eyes downcast as she clutched her skirt.

In the art room, Renji threw himself into painting, and at the end of it, won the Art of the Day again, something that was a formality now.

He helped pack supplies into the bus—cans clinking, rice bags thudding—his muscles aching but his mind sharp.

He ran into Miyu while hauling a crate, their shoulders colliding.

She gasped, dropping a bag, her face flaming red. "I-I’m so sorry, Renji!" she stammered, so nervous that she almost bowed.

"Don’t bow in public!" Renji looked around to make sure no one had seen, before yanking her to a quiet corner behind a stack of boxes.

Here no one was around.

Renji pressed her into the wall, his face close to hers.

"So... how was last night, Miyu? Masturbating to my boxers, sniffing them like a desperate slut?"

His voice was low, cruel, his grin wicked.

Miyu’s face burned crimson, her eyes wide with shame, but her thighs pressed together, her expression betraying hypnotic lust for his scent.

Renji leaned closer. "I bet you’ve got my boxers right now, don’t you? You were using them to finger yourself in the bathroom, huffing them like a perv."

She nodded meekly, tears pricking. "I can’t... I can’t take it anymore. Just please, Renji. I promise to be good... I’ll never get in your way, never disrespect you... please..."

Her hand reached for his cock, trembling with need.

Renji slapped it away, stepping back. "Don’t make me yell and call you a rapist, Miyu! Your husband will leave you if he finds out you’re sex offender who harasses a teenage boy, peeking at him and grabbing his cock."

Miyu shook her head. "Please. Please. Don’t tell. Please. Anything. Let me do anything. I can’t continue... like this."

Renji smirked. "You’re pathetic, Mrs. Ishikawa. I’ll never fuck a pathetic slut such as you."

He backed away, leaving her pressed to the wall, her body quaking lewdly, her pussy throbbing as she begged with teary eyes.

"Please..."

On the bus, Renji slid into the seat beside Hana again, their smiles mirroring as the engine rumbled to life, heading to donation centers.

Throughout the ride, they had many conversations, and one of them was about Hana and her husband.

"My husband and I fought yesterday," she told him. "As usual, it was about the center, the bus, everything. He thinks I’m too invested, that it’s pulling me away..."

Renji tried to give her as much attention and words of solace as he could, but overtime, guilt just kept building up.

He’d only wanted to just ravage Hana and use her just to get back at Kaito, not caring that she was going through a lot. After his sex with Reina last night, Renji felt way too powerful, felt like all these women were below him.

That was why he’d punished Haruka harder in the bathroom, vibrator and anal plug pushing her to breaking.

But it was the Note’s power corrupting him, getting into his head. Yeah, these milfs were really hot, and all he wanted to do was fuck him.

But he shouldn’t lose all his humanity just because of some bullies.

He stared at Hana’s sad beauty, her kind hazel brown eyes. She’s a really nice woman who doesn’t deserve all life is throwing at her.

Maybe, he shouldn’t let his anger get the best of him.

They chatted as their journey went on, talking about topics, her laughing at some of his funny stories.

After a while, Hana’s gaze rested on his scratch on Renji’s cheek.

Her lips downturned, sad and guilty. Finally, she asked, voice low, "Renji... that wound on your face. Was it my son, Kaito, who caused it?"