"Oh my. You go to my son’s school!"
Renji looked up at her. He had almost forgotten that he was still wearing his school uniform.
In honesty, he had even forgotten he was a student. All details about his life had disappeared from his mory once in the presence of this S-Rank Milf.
The revelation hung between them though, Hana’s purple hair catching the light as she tilted her head, awaiting his response.
Renji swallowed hard, his throat dry, his mind briefly flashing to Kaito’s smug face.
"Oh, yes," he finally said, nodding. "I’m actually in the sa class with him."
His voice wavered a bit. Thinking about Kaito now, he rembered that he was actually doing this to get revenge, not just to clap so elite milf cheeks.
Then again, it was the ultimate win/win scenario.
Hana’s smile widened, her lips curving with genuine warmth. "That’s wonderful! I’ve not t many of Kaito’s friends except when they’re playing in our pool."
She squinted her eyes at him thoughtfully. "I’ve not t you either. Tell , are you friends?" Her tone was light and innocent, but her eyes searched his, probing gently.
Renji hesitated, his fingers tightening around the paintbrush, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple.
’Friends? With that asshole? Not a chance... but I can’t say that.’
He offered a half-hearted shrug. "I guess we are kinda... we, uh, get along sotis." The lie tasted bitter, but her approving nod eased his tension.
Hana clearly wished for more. In her mind, she hoped the niceness of this boy, Renji, would rub off on her rather rough-going son.
"I hope my Kaito is nice to you," she said, her voice dripping with motherly concern as she leaned forward to examine his sunrise painting.
As she did that, her skirt stretched taut over her fat, round ass.
The fabric hugged every curve, bending over just enough to give Renji a clear view. It was so big. So big and round, perfectly shaped at the corners, with love handles that he could already imagine himself holding onto as he pounded into her.
He wondered what kind of god-tier fabric was used to sew that skirt. How didn’t it tear under the weight of all that strain? That voluptuous strain!!!
His johnson began to stir in his pants as blood rushed south.
’That ass is just begging to be grabbed,’ he thought, his breath hitching, his hardness growing as she pointed to the mountain peak.
"Look at these details," Hana mused. "The light on the snow is exquisite."
She stood straight and clapped once, causing her breasts to sway slightly under her blouse, those pearl buttons with the strength of Spiderman against a train, straining to hold her massive boobs in.
It was yet another innocent move from her that sent a jolt through him.
Mrs. Hoshizawa must have had no idea how seductive she was. Her husband might be too busy to tend to her feminine needs, and everyone around her was too respectful to tell her she had a body built for fucking.
Renji was fine enough with being the first to let her know.
Very soon.
First, he had to get into her house.
"I’m really impressed by you," Hana continued, her tone warm. "A boy your age, interested in things like this; helping the community. Most boys are glued to video gas and manga these days. You’re a special boy, Renji."
Renji chuckled nervously, his face flushing as he scratched the back of his neck.
At this point, he felt like a fraud.
He loved videogas and mangas. What kind of fucking weirdo didn’t?
But he also loved big booty milfs. Hence why he was here.
"Those are really kind words, Mrs. Hoshizawa... Not sure if I deserve them, but thanks."
Hana smiled. "Of course you do."
Renji smiled back. Weakly. Her praise, paired with those accidental teases, made his head spin, his perverted thoughts warring with his mission.
She lowered her hand, taking another look at his canvas. "I’m looking forward to the finalization of this art. It could fetch a good amount at the gallery auction. And I’ll be counting on it to win today’s ’Art of the Day’."
Renji didn’t know what that was, but it sounded good enough for him to count on it too.
Her hand rested briefly on his shoulder. His eyes widened a bit when he felt the tenderness of it, even through his uniform. The touch sent a shiver down his spine.
With one last motherly smile and a nod, Hana turned, moving on to the next painter.
Renji stared at her as she walked on, transfixed, his mouth watering at the view.
He’d almost even forgotten that this was about revenge. He just wanted to fuck her so bad.
Minutes later, Renji dabbed the last stroke on his sunrise. It was perfect enough to satisfy his artistic mind.
It ca out better than he imagined too. The golden rays were accurate and illuminating, the mountain’s peak shimred with highlights and well placed shadows.
Maybe he hadn’t lost his mojo at all.
It was ti for the "Art of the Day" judging, and the gallery buzzed with excitent as older volunteers and organizers gathered.
The room filled with laughter and debate. They were the judges, all deciding on which painting would be declared the winner. The "Art of the Day."
Hiroshi, the volunteer supervisor, held up a lopsided still life of fruit, chuckling, "Looks like the apples are drunk!"
One of the other male volunteers shook his head. "Don’t make fun of the paintings, Hiroshi. Such an old geezer."
A wiry woman who worked in the kitchen unit pointed at a different painting, "Why not this one. Wealthy people love abstract sses, right? This one is chaos with aning!"
No one seed to agree with her.
Another volunteer, a balding man, waved a canvas of a droopy flower, "This one’s got soul, see. There are tears in every petal!"
The crowd roared with amusent, pointing at a child’s scribble soone had snuck in.
"A future Picasso, or a toddler’s tantrum?"
Renji watched, finding himself amused. These people were clearly so familiar with each other that it allowed them to share fun tis and find amusent even in their mission.
Amid the codic chaos, eyes kept drifting to his own painting: the sunrise, its vibrant colors and thoughtful composition stealing the show.
Finally, Hiroshi clapped his hands, silencing the chatter. "Alright, folks. Let’s be serious now. It’s consensus ti."
After a short ti to decide amongst the judges, a decision was made.
Renji shifted his gaze to Hana, who gave him a loving and assuring smile. She knew he would win.
"Renji’s sunrise wins ’Art of the Day’!" Hiroshi declared.
A cheer erupted, volunteers clapping as Taro, the bearded painter, slapped Renji’s back. "Knew you had it, kid!"
Hana smiles brightened even more, her eyes staying on Renji with affection, her smile radiating pride for his talent and heart.
He couldn’t help but smile back at her.
An older volunteer pinned a shiny clip-on dal to his blazer, announcing, "As usual, this piece will be the main sale at Saturday’s auction sale!"
The room buzzed with praise, other painters offering handshakes and grins. Renji felt really appreciated for the first ti in his life.
He liked this Sunshine Center. He didn’t expect it, but he really liked it.
Maybe he could stay for a while longer. Even after claiming Mrs. Hoshizawa.
Soon, the excitent settled, and Hiroshi announced that it was: "Ti for distribution!"
The painters began packing their brushes and canvases, the room thinning out as they shuffled toward the exit.
Hana approached Renji, her hips moving warmly, her perfu following her presence like a flowery aura.
"It really was a pleasure to et you today, Renji," she said, her voice soft and motherly. "Goodbye for now. Hope you co again tomorrow."
Renji shook his head quickly. "No, I’m staying," he quickly said.
Her manicured brows raised. "Mhm?"
"I also applied for distribution," he explained. "So I’m going along with you guys to distribute."
Her eyes widened, a surprised, "Really?" escaping her lips.
If Renji wasn’t delusional, he would have said that she looked extrely happy to hear that.
Hiroshi chid in, nodding vigorously. "Yes, the boy applied for two positions! He’s a whirlwind of enthusiasm to help. Such a kind heart!"
Hana looked from the old man back to Renju. She tilted her head, her smile warming further. "That is true. He really has a kind heart."
Renji’s cheeks burned.
anwhile, from a corner, Miyu, the woman from earlier, dropped the back of tomatoes she was carrying and watched.
Her eyes narrowed at Renji, full of suspicion.
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