"Well, whatever."
Renji let out a deep breath of relief, clutching his bag like a lifeline.
"It’s not like I care anyway," Haruka said, sighing. "I just want this to get over with so it’ll be better if you just listen."
She glared at him, seeing his face of pure innocence mixed with a heavy dose of mischief that she knew was hiding sowhere behind all of this.
"You know what? Listen or not, I don’t care either! It’s my job to teach but it isn’t my job to force you to listen. That wasn’t our deal."
Renji twitched his eyebrows. He wasn’t exactly interested in arguing that with her. She was right anyway; they didn’t agree to that.
He was just still relieved that she hadn’t pressed him on revealing what was in his backpack.
Then again, there were still things inside he could use as a decoy. Whether or not Haruka would believe it was another story.
Dinggggggggg!!!
A sharp ringing sound, almost like a fire detector, sang into the air.
Haruka turned her head towards the kitchen.
"Finally," she said with glee, "my tea is ready."
Renji thought that it must be jasmine tea, seeing that the scent had completely covered the suburban ho for the past two minutes. He wondered what kind of special tea maker she had that allowed her to sit back as it did the way.
Haruka was a sophisticated, simple woman.
On another more important note, this was finally the opening he needed to write her na down on the Note.
She shot Renji a suspicious glance before getting up, her skirt squeezed into her ass crack, accentuating her two massive butt cheeks.
"Keep reading," she ordered. "I’ll be back in a second and I’ll have so questions about the iji Restoration."
Renji shot her an innocent smile, like a fake promise that he was going to keep reading, but the mont her sexy figure disappeared past the kitchen door, he pulled out the Note and began to hurry.
The thing about hurrying was that it most tis left less job done than when it was done slowly and carefully.
First it was his pen. For so reason it would eject. Ball pens had that problem. But did it have to happen now of all tis.
Next was actually writing her na, he spent more ti scribbling on the air above the Note rather than actually writing on the paper. How excitent and rush left him concentrated on doing it fast before she cos back, rather than actually doing it.
And in the end, he only wrote the words; Haruka Min— when he heard her footsteps fast approaching.
To protect the Note, he gave up on the writing for now and tucked the book into his backpack.
Haruka arrived in that sa instant, standing there when he shot his face upward in her direction. Her expression was bland and suspicious.
"What was that?" she asked.
"Nothing!" Renji quickly replied. Hasteful to change the conversation, he looked down at the steaming cup of jasmine tea in her hand. "You didn’t make one for ?"
Haruka scowled. "Like I would do sothing like that. I don’t know what it is with you, this kid."
"I’m eighteen. Not exactly a kid."
Haruka scoffed as she sat. "Yet you act as one."
Renji hid his grimace. ’And you’re such an adult. Picking on a single student to make your personal victim for stress relief.’
He couldn’t wait much longer to get her on her knees, sucking his cock. Going through this lesson was a sacrifice—even though it was a chance to learn as well.
He could read whenever he wanted.
Now, he wanted to fuck.
The living room felt like a battlefield disguised as a study session, the air thick with the scent of jasmine tea and the underlying tension of suspicion.
Haruka had just asked him what he had read, and when he was unable to give a satisfying response, she went on another rampage of scolding remarks.
"Focus, for once in your life! The iji Restoration wasn’t so casual party. It was a cultural revolution. Read the paragraph again—out loud, and try not to sound like you’re half-asleep!"
Renji’s face was showing his frustration more and more, though to Haruka, it looked more like a stressed four year old trying to solve the mathematical problem; 4 4.
His ssy hair has fallen into his eyes as he hunched over the book, reciting the lines like a school play. "Uh... the... the iji governnt... adopted Western... technology to... to strengthen Japan against... foreign threats."
Haruka’s expression darkened, her cheeks flushing with frustration as she slamd her hand on the table, her giant boobs jiggling with the motion. "So? Was the Western Influence good for us or not? Did Japan beco better or worse with the influence?"
She leaned forward, her tits pressing against the table edge, her face twisting in exasperation, her glasses slipping down her nose as she fixed him with a glare. "If you want to pass, pay attention! Or is this blackmail just a joke to you?"
Renji’s face turned red. "I’m trying! You’re just pressing on a little too much."
"Pressing on you? Are you saying you can’t handle pressure?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Don’t you know th—!"
The snapping ended when Renji reached for the textbook and "accidentally" knocked her cup of jasmine tea over, the hot liquid spilling across the table toward Haruka’s lap.
"Ahhhh!!" Haruka yelped, jumping up with a codic squeal, her stern face contorting into shock as the tea soaked her skirt, her giant tits bouncing wildly.
"Oh shit—sorry! Miss, the tea!"
"You clumsy idiot! Look what you’ve done!" She grabbed a napkin, dabbing at her skirt, her cheeks burning red with irritation, her expression a mix of fury and disbelief as she bent over slightly, her ass sticking out.
"Stay put! I’ll get a towel from the kitchen. Don’t touch anything!"
She stord off, her hips swaying angrily, her face twisted in annoyance, muttering under her breath, "All this because I let him see my vibrator. I’m so stupid..."
Renji’s eyes lit up. This was it. The chance at last.
She would definitely take longer to clean herself up.
Quickly, he pulled out the Milf Note, flipping it open with fumbling fingers, his heart racing. This ti he did well not to let his anxiousness take over.
’Haruka Minami, my history teacher.’
He scrawled the na quickly, his pen scratching the page, his face flushed with excitent and fear.
’Done! Now the charm should kick in...’
He stuffed the book back just as Haruka returned, a new skirt covering those milfy thighs and a towel in hand. Her face was still set in a scowl, her glasses glinting as she tossed the towel at him.
"Clean it up, Kenshiro," she ordered as she sat back down, her giant tits settling with a jiggle. "And try not to destroy my house next ti. Now, where were we? The Satsuma Rebellion is next. Let’s begin before you cause another accident."
Renji wiped the table, his nervous face trying to hide his anticipation. ’Is it working yet? Co on...’
They studied the Rebellion together. Ti trickled by. Renji couldn’t notice it yet but Haruka’s expression had softened slightly. Her voice even sounded less sharp.
"The iji forces used railroads and telegraph for coordination. It’s about innovation crushing tradition." She paused, her face twisting in confusion, her cheeks pink as she adjusted her glasses, her eyes lingering on Renji’s face a second too long.
When he gave a good response to what she asked, she actually comnded him for the first ti.
"You... uhm... You’re... not as hopeless as I thought. Keep going." Her suspicion lingered, but her posture shifted, her thighs rubbing together subtly, her giant boobs heaving with a deeper breath.
Soon, she began to feel hot. She tried fanning herself with her palm but that didn’t work.
"It feels a little hot, don’t you think?" she said, rejecting her jasmine tea.
Renji narrowed his eyes at her. "No, Miss Haruka. I feel fine."
But Haruka was steaming, her hairs had risen, her body tingled, her tits were all perked up, nipples too.
Renji’s mind raced, his nervous fidgeting stopping as he noticed the changes. He even saw her eyes dart to his lips randomly.
’It’s working! The charm’s kicking in!’ He pushed further, his voice gaining a bit of courage. "So... the emperor’s power grew, right?" His eyes dropped to her tits, his cock twitching.
Haruka laughed lightly, her stern deanor crumbling, her face flushing deeper, her lips curling into a reluctant smile. "Yes, exactly. You’re catching on, Renji."
She leaned closer, her giant tits brushing the table, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, her expression a mix of surprise and desire. "You’re full of surprises today..."
Her thighs squeezed together, her suspicion lting into a codic denial, her cheeks red as she fanned herself. "It really really is hot in here."
Renji’s eyes widened, his nerdy courage surging as he saw the lust in her eyes, her stern face now soft and wanting. ’Fuck, the Note’s magic is strong!’
"Maybe you should get rid of so of your clothes," he suggested. "You’ll certainly be cooler, don’t you think?"
Haruka tilted her head. "But... that’ll be unprofessional."
Renji shrugged. "I don’t mind. It’s not like I haven’t seen them before."
Her suspicion returned for a mont. "Renji, what... what are you saying?— Aaahhh!"
Rather than a reply, Renji had responded by grabbing her massive, perky bazoonkas!
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