CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43: FINALLY....I’M WITH MAYUMI

The gymnasium was empty, save for the echo of Renji’s sneakers brushing against the wooden floor. Training had gone late again, and Coach Mayumi had been her usual self, sharp, commanding, determined to push every ounce of sweat out of him.

Renji leaned against the wall, his shirt damp, his muscles taut and glistening. But his eyes weren’t on the court. They were on her.

Mayumi stood near the equipment racks, scribbling notes into her clipboard like she always did, pretending not to notice his gaze. Her tracksuit hugged her curves in ways that were almost unfair, her ponytail swaying as she bent forward slightly. Her figure was pure temptation disguised under layers of professionalism.

She felt him watching, of course she did. That boy’s eyes were relentless, piercing, impossible to ignore.

"Stop staring and pack up the balls," she muttered without looking at him, her voice carrying that crisp authority that always made her students fall in line.

But Renji wasn’t like the others. He smirked, peeling his shirt off in one motion before slowly walking toward her, the fabric dangling from his hand.

"You know," he said, his tone light, teasing, "you work me harder than anyone else here. Almost like you’re trying to break me."

Mayumi’s grip on the clipboard tightened. She turned just enough to meet his eyes mistake. His smirk only widened at the sight of her flustered expression.

"I push everyone the same," she shot back, but the hesitation in her voice betrayed her.

"No, you don’t," Renji countered smoothly, closing the distance. "You push me because you’re afraid. Afraid of what might happen if you don’t keep that distance."

Her heart thudded, a quick flutter in her chest. She hated how easily he could get under her skin, how his words stripped her defenses.

"You’re imagining things," she said, stepping back slightly. But he matched her pace, not letting her escape.

"Am I?" Renji’s voice dropped lower, heavier. "You feel it too, Coach. You’ve been feeling it since the first time you looked at me."

The words struck harder than they should have. Her breath caught, her pulse spiking. Memories flashed of those lingering glances, of the nights she told herself she was just tired when his face kept appearing in her thoughts.

"Renji..." she warned, but her voice lacked conviction.

He was inches from her now, his body radiating heat, his eyes holding hers captive. The gym, once vast and echoing, suddenly felt too small, too intimate.

"You can keep lying to yourself," he said softly, tilting his head just enough for his breath to brush her ear. "But sooner or later, you’ll stop running. And when you do... I’ll be right here."

Her knees wavered, her nails digging into the clipboard just to ground herself. She wanted to snap at him, to remind him of boundaries, of rules. But the truth pressed against her chest like a secret she couldn’t bury anymore.

She shoved past him suddenly, her movements sharp, desperate.

"Locker room. Now," she ordered, her voice shaking between authority and something else entirely.

Renji’s grin was slow, victorious. He didn’t argue. He followed.

And Mayumi knew she was walking straight into danger but her body refused to turn back.

The locker room door slammed behind them, echoing off the tiled walls. Mayumi’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath ragged as if she had just run laps herself. She set the clipboard down on the bench, her hands trembling.

Renji leaned against the wall casually, watching her with that infuriating calmness that made her feel like the one trapped in his game.

"This is reckless," she muttered, her voice low, as if the walls themselves might snitch on her. "If anyone finds out—"

"No one’s here," Renji interrupted smoothly, stepping forward. His bare chest glistened under the fluorescent light, muscles sharp with definition. "It’s just us."

Mayumi’s eyes betrayed her, flicking downward against her will, drinking in his body before she caught herself. She turned her head quickly, jaw tightening.

"You’re my student," she tried again, her tone stern, but the strength was slipping.

Renji closed the distance until she was pressed against the row of lockers, the cold metal biting her back. His hand planted beside her head, caging her in, his other hand brushing a strand of hair that had fallen from her ponytail.

"I’m not just your student," he whispered, his lips so close she could almost taste the heat of his breath. "I’m the one you’ve been thinking about when you’re alone. The reason your bed feels emptier than it should."

Her eyes widened, a shiver running down her spine. She wanted to deny it, to shove him away. But her body betrayed her, her thighs pressed together, her breath quickened, her lips parted as if waiting for his.

"Renji..." she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and want.

And then his mouth crashed into hers.

The clipboard clattered to the floor as Mayumi’s hands instinctively rose to his chest, meaning to push him back but instead they clutched, fingers curling into his skin, pulling him closer.

His kiss was demanding, greedy, yet intoxicating. Her knees threatened to buckle, and she gasped into his mouth when his tongue slid against hers, stealing the breath from her lungs.

She broke the kiss for just a second, her lips swollen, her face flushed.

"This... this is wrong..." she whispered, though her voice lacked any real conviction.

Renji smirked, his hand sliding down her arm before finding her waist, gripping firmly.

"Then stop me."

But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

Her silence was answer enough.

Renji’s hand slid lower, cupping the curve of her ass through her tracksuit bottoms, squeezing until she gasped again. His other hand gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his burning gaze.

"You’ve been holding back for too long," he murmured, his voice deep and commanding. "Let go, Mayumi. Let me in."

Her body trembled. She had spent years building walls, pretending strength was the same as wholeness. And here he was—this boy, this man in disguise—breaking those walls with nothing but a kiss and his ruthless persistence.

Her resistance shattered. She pulled him down by the neck, kissing him hard, desperate, her tongue tangling with his as her body pressed tight against his.

Renji growled into her mouth, lifting her effortlessly until her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the bench and sat her down, his hands roaming shamelessly up her toned thighs.

The locker room was no longer silent. Their breathing filled it, hot and ragged, punctuated by the sound of clothes shifting, zippers lowering.

For the first time in years, Mayumi wasn’t Coach Mayumi. She wasn’t the strict PE teacher, the abandoned woman who was left behind by the man who promised forever. She was just a womanaching, starving and Renji was the one feeding her hunger.

Renji’s hands gripped Mayumi’s thighs, spreading them open as he pressed between her legs. The thin fabric of her tracksuit bottoms couldn’t hide the heat radiating from her core, and she shuddered when his hand cupped her pussy through the cloth.

"Alreadywet?" he teased, his smirk infuriating and arousing at the same time.

Mayumi bit her lip, her face flushed crimson. "Shut up..."

But the moan that slipped out when his fingers pressed harder against her betrayed her.

Renji chuckled, low and rough. "So the legendary Coach Mayumi isn’t as untouchable as she pretends."

His hand slid inside the waistband, fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. She gasped, hips jerking forward without her permission.

"Renji!" she started, but her protest melted into a sharp cry when his fingers found her slit, stroking lightly over her soaked folds.

"Fuck... you’re dripping," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he teased her, circling her clit with maddening slowness. Every touch unraveled her further, every stroke made it harder to remember why this was supposed to be wrong.

She tilted her head back, her ponytail brushing against the lockers, her lips parting as he rubbed her faster.

"Don’t stop... oh god, don’t stop..."

Renji obeyed, slipping a finger inside her, then another, pumping steadily while his thumb pressed against her swollen clit. Her body jerked on the bench, her thighs clamping around his hand, but he was relentless, his gaze fixed on her writhing form.

"Look at you," he growled. "The tough coach, begging for more like a needy slut."

Her face burned with shame and arousal, and she moaned louder, her walls tightening around his fingers.

"Renji, I— I’m gonna—"

Her words cut off in a cry as her body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her. Her back arched off the bench, her nails scratching his skin as her pussy clenched desperately around his fingers.

Renji pulled out slowly, his hand glistening. He licked his fingers without hesitation, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You taste even better than I imagined."

Mayumi’s chest heaved, her mind foggy with pleasure. She wanted to scold him, push him away, regain her composure. But when his hands gripped her waistband and tugged her pants down, all she did was lift her hips to help him.

Her panties followed, discarded onto the floor, leaving her bare and trembling under his gaze.

Renji undid his belt and freed his cock, thick and throbbing. Mayumi’s breath hitched when she saw it, her thighs instinctively pressing together.

"You’ll tear me apart..." she whispered, half in fear, half in lust.

Renji smirked. "You’ll take it. Every goddamn inch."

He spread her legs again and guided his cock to her soaked entrance. She gasped when the head pushed against her folds, stretching her slowly. Her fingers gripped the edge of the bench, knuckles white.

"Relax," Renji murmured. "Let me in."

Her body obeyed before her mind could argue. The thick length slid deeper, inch by inch, until she felt deliciously full, stretched in ways she hadn’t been in years.

"Fuck!" she cried, throwing her head back as he bottomed out, his cock buried completely inside her.

Renji groaned, gripping her hips tightly. "Tight... fuck, you’re squeezing me so hard."

He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing in the locker room. Mayumi’s cry mixed with his groan, filling the air with raw lust.

Again and again, he thrust into her, each stroke harder, deeper. The bench creaked beneath them, her breasts bouncing under her tank top with every movement.

"Say it," Renji growled between thrusts. "Say you want me."

Her pride resisted, but the pleasure was too much. Her walls clenched tighter around him, her body betraying her again.

"I... I want you," she gasped, her voice breaking. "I want your cock, Renji!"

His grin was feral. "Good girl."

He shifted, pulling her legs up onto his shoulders, driving into her deeper. The new angle made her scream, her nails raking down his back.

"Renji! Oh god!!!! Harder!"

He obliged, his thrusts savage, each one hitting her deepest spot. The wet sounds of their fucking echoed, her juices dripping down onto the bench.

Her body tensed again, her orgasm building impossibly fast.

"Renji, I’m— I’m cumming again!"

"Cum for me," he commanded, pounding her relentlessly.

Her scream tore from her throat as her pussy clenched violently around him, her whole body trembling as waves of ecstasy crashed through her.

Renji groaned, his thrusts becoming rougher, more urgent.

"I’m close..." he growled, pulling out just in time to spray his hot cum across her stomach and breasts. Thick ropes of white painted her flushed skin, dripping down her toned abs.

Mayumi lay there, panting, her body shaking, covered in sweat and his seed. She had never felt so dirty, so exposed and so utterly alive.

Renji leaned down, kissing her swollen lips gently this time.

"You’re mine now," he whispered against her mouth.

Mayumi closed her eyes, her hand weakly clutching his arm!!!!