CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41: NEW MILF UNLOCKED(#3: MAYUMI)....PART 2

Recap: Bond Complete: Reina – School Nurse]

Emotional Link Strength: ★★★★☆

Unlock Achieved – Nurse’s Salvation (Healing-based intimacy amplification).

And

System: "Lust Sync with Rika complete. 100%. Emotional Bond upgraded. Passive unlocked: Teacher’s Devotion."

Also

Hidden Quest Updated: Three Paths to One Desire]

Progress: 3/3 (three out of three)

Renji had successfully completed all tasks before getting Mayumi, his task with rika, reina, and the one that involved all three of them.

Now back to the main story!

System Notification: Emotional Sync – Detected Residual Trauma Signal]

Target: "Coach" Mayumi Arata (Unclaimed)

Status: Guarded. Layers of suppression present. Unlock potential high.

Guess what? You have a new milf yet to be unlocked

He then decided to push into the final lap, deciding to add flair.

As he came around the bend nearest to Mayumi, he surged forward, breaking into a faster sprint. His shoes pounded the track, chest rising, arms pumping, every motion sharp and efficient. The students around him gaped, some even forgetting their drills just to watch.

He crossed the tenth lap finish with a flourish, slowing to a jog, then walking with deliberate calm, rolling his shoulders as though he’d barely exerted himself.

Whispers exploded across the courtyard.

"That’s insane..."

He’s crazy

Is renji really...Human?

Yo! How is he doing this shit?

"Ten laps and he’s not even gasping for air!"

"Did you see his speed at the end?"

Mayumi’s sharp whistle cut them off, silence falling instantly. She didn’t praise, didn’t acknowledge, but her eyes flicked to Renji one last time before snapping back to the rest of the group.

Renji wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, grinning.

You can blow your whistle all you want,

Coach. I just proved I can keep up with you.

He grabbed his water bottle, drinking slowly, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat. His gaze never left her.

The more he watched, the clearer it became.

Coach Mayumi wasn’t just strict because she liked discipline. There was something deeper. Every barked command carried a sharpness that felt personal. Every drill she demanded seemed less about the students and more about herself.

It was as though she was fighting her own battle through them.

Renji recognized it because he’d lived it. Soldiers who lost something often trained others with desperation. A way of keeping their ghosts alive.

As she blew her whistle again, shouting for the next round of warm-ups, Renji’s system pulsed faintly.

[System Notification: Emotional Sync – Detected Residual Trauma Signal]

Target: "Coach" Mayumi Arata (Unclaimed)

Status: Guarded. Layers of suppression present. Unlock potential high.

Renji chuckled low in his throat, eyes narrowing with sharp interest.

So the system’s finally sniffing her out, huh? Good. That means my instincts were right.

He tilted his head as she turned away, watching the line of her back, the way her muscles moved beneath the tracksuit, the faint shadow in her eyes.

You’re strong, Coach. But strong doesn’t mean unbreakable.

"Alright, enough gawking."

The voice jolted him from his thoughts. It was one of his classmates, smirking nervously.

"You seriously trying to flirt with Coach Mayumi? You’ll get yourself killed."

Renji shrugged, grin easy.

"Better men than me have tried, huh?"

The boy blinked, then laughed despite himself.

"You’re crazy."

"Maybe." Renji sipped his water, eyes flicking back to Mayumi as she barked at a pair of boys dragging their feet. "Or maybe I’m just the only one not scared to play the game."

The boy shook his head, muttering something about suicidal bravery, before jogging off to join his group.

Renji leaned back against the tree again, relaxed, unbothered. He’d planted a seed today, whether Mayumi wanted to admit it or not.

He’d shown her he wasn’t ordinary. He’d given her reason to notice him.

Now came the waiting game.

And Renji, unlike most teenage boys, was a master of patience.

As drills carried on and Mayumi’s whistle echoed across the courtyard, Renji’s smirk only deepened.

Because every sharp blast of that whistle sounded less like authority, and more like a challenge.

And Renji hell yeah never walked away from a challenge.

The final whistle of the day blew, sharp and commanding.

"Cool down! Five minutes, stretch properly or you’ll regret it tomorrow!"

Mayumi’s voice carried across the field, low and strict, yet with the kind of authority that brooked no argument. Even the laziest students didn’t dare test her when she gave an order.

The group dispersed into stretches, groans, and halfhearted chatter.

Renji, however, lingered near the back, casually leaning against the fence as he rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms. He wasn’t hiding, he wanted to be seen. But he wasn’t pushing either. He let her make the first move.

And she did.

"Renji."

His name snapped out like the crack of a whip. Heads turned, a ripple of curiosity passing through the group. The strict coach rarely addressed students by name unless it was to scold them.

Renji pushed off the fence, lips curving.

"Yes, Coach?"

Her eyes pinned him. "Stay after class. You and I need to talk."

There was no room for argument, but Renji’s smirk deepened anyway.

"As you command."

Snickers rippled from the boys nearby, but they died quickly when Mayumi’s glare sliced through them.

"Don’t keep me waiting," she added, before blowing the whistle again to dismiss the class.

The students scrambled out, some throwing sympathetic looks toward Renji, others whispering behind their hands. Being called out by Coach Mayumi was a fate most wouldn’t wish on their worst enemy.

But Renji?

He stayed calm, watching her like a predator watching another predator.

When the last student was gone and the field emptied, Mayumi crossed her arms, her stance firm, her expression unreadable. The late afternoon sun painted her in a soft orange glow, outlining the curves of her figure even beneath the practical tracksuit.

Renji strolled up, unhurried.

"You wanted me, Coach?"

Her brow twitched. "Don’t play games."

He chuckled. "Everything’s a game. You just have to know the rules."

Mayumi exhaled sharply through her nose, stepping closer until there were only a few feet between them. From this distance, Renji could see the faint lines of exhaustion near her eyes, the way her jaw clenched a fraction too tightly. She wasn’t just strict, she was worn down by something.

"You think you’re clever," she said, voice low, steady. "But I don’t tolerate arrogance. You push, I’ll push back harder. You challenge me, I’ll break you."

Renji tilted his head, studying her. His smile never wavered.

"Break me, huh? That almost sounds like a promise."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Watch your mouth."

But beneath the steel of her tone, he caught it, the faintest flicker. A hesitation she probably thought she’d buried.

Renji leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.

"You know what I see when I look at you, Coach?"

She didn’t answer, her silence sharp enough to cut.

"I see someone who trains harder than anyone else. Who pushes every kid here like their life depends on it. Not because you care about fitness. But because if you stop, if you let go for even a second—you’ll have to think about what you lost."

Her body stiffened. Just a fraction. But it was there.

Renji’s smirk softened into something more dangerous, less playful, more knowing.

"I don’t know who left you behind, or what hole you’re trying to fill with all this discipline. But I’ve seen that look before, Coach. In soldiers. In survivors. People who’d rather bleed themselves dry than admit they’re hurting."

For a heartbeat, silence stretched between them. The sound of cicadas buzzed faintly in the background, the school grounds eerily quiet now that practice was over.

Then Mayumi’s jaw clenched, and she stepped back half a pace. Her eyes, sharp as steel, masked everything again.

"You talk too much."

Renji chuckled.

"And you feel too much."

Her glare could have killed a lesser man, but he only smiled wider, like he’d just won a round in a game only he knew the rules to.

Finally, she blew her whistle once, sharp and final.

"Get out of here, Renji. You’ve done enough for today."

He gave her a mock salute. "Yes, ma’am."

But as he turned to leave, he didn’t miss the way her hand lingered near the whistle at her chest, gripping it just a little too tightly. He didn’t miss the way her eyes followed him, not with anger anymore, but with something far more dangerous.

Curiosity.

And underneath that—fear.

As he walked across the empty field, his system pulsed faintly again.

[System Notification: Emotional Sync – Level 1 established with "Coach" Mayumi Arata.]

Progress: 5%

Barrier strength: High. Subject resistance expected.

Renji grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Five percent, huh? Not bad for day one.

The game had begun.

And unlike the other students who feared her whistle, Renji had heard something else in it today.

Not just command. Not just discipline.

But loneliness, echoing through every sharp note.

And he planned to answer it.