Miyako’s car, an Audi A8, humd smoothly along the suburban streets of Seihou City, the late afternoon sun dipping lower and casting golden hues through the windshield, painting the dashboard in warm light.
She gripped the wheel with confident hands, her police uniform still impeccable despite the day’s chase.
She had her shirt tucked neatly, vest unbuttoned now for comfort, the fabric stretching taut over her plump breasts with every subtle shift.
Her full thighs pressed against the seat, the material of her pants whispering as she accelerated gently through a green light, her curvy waist twisting slightly as she glanced at traffic.
Renji sat in the passenger seat, backpack on his lap, the Milf Note safely tucked inside, his body language relaxed but eyes sharp, drinking in every detail of her profile.
Being close to a woman like her, it was difficult not to get transfixed. The way her dark hair was pulled into a practical ponytail, strands escaping to fra her sharp yet kind features, her lips full and painted a subtle red that matched her powerful position.
The car slled faintly of leather and her perfu: a clean, citrusy scent mixed with the lingering adrenaline of the arrest.
It had been a few minutes now since anyone said anything, but Miyako finally broke the comfortable silence, her voice warm and maternal as she rged into the right lane.
"So, Renji. Why don’t you tell about school? You’re the representative for that big inter-school art competition, right? That’s a huge honor. How’d you get picked?"
Renji turned his head slightly, offering a shy but genuine smile. "Yeah, it’s pretty exciting. We were told to submit our paintings a few weeks ago and I guess the teachers voted for mine. Only yesterday I was finishing up the plans with Hitomi, our Class President."
Miyako nodded approvingly, her plump breasts jiggling faintly as she hit a small bump, eyes on the road but glancing at him sidelong.
"Hitomi? Isn’t she the principal’s daughter? She’s a really smart girl from what I’ve seen.. And you’re top of your class too. The system showed you as a straight A student. That’s pretty impressive for soone handling everything alone."
She paused at a stop sign, turning to him fully for a mont, her big ass shifting in the seat. "What about other subjects? History? Math? You seem like the type who excels across the board."
Renji shrugged modestly, leaning back. "History’s my favorite. I’m not that great at math. I do okay cause it helps with proportions in sketches. Science is whatever. Mostly, I just draw to clear my head."
She laughed lightly, accelerating again, the cruiser purring. "A renaissance kid. That’s really nice to hear."
She hesitated for a mont before continuing.
"My son, Haru. Well... he’s not really the school type. He barely cares about howork and I think he’s hanging out with the wrong crowd."
She let out a deep sigh. "But... I’m trying to get him on track. He really has a legacy to uphold. I’m sure you know this but my father, Haru’s grandfather, is the forr commissioner. So there’s pressure."
There was a mix of frustration and love in her tone. "You do know my son, Haru, right?"
Renji nodded casually. "Yeah, we’re in the sa year. He’s in so of my classes."
Miyako smiled with relief, not noticing the edge. "That’s a relief to hear. At least I know he’s going to his classes. Are you two friends?"
"Not really," Renji said truthfully, voice neutral.
She glanced over, her curvy waist twisting as she signaled for a turn.
"Well..." She looked disappointed and then hopeful. "Is there any chance you two could be? I know it’s random, but soone like you—smart, talented—could have a really good influence on Haru."
Renji raised an eyebrow. "Really? I was literally just in jail."
Miyako waved it off with a grin, her plump breasts bouncing with the gesture.
"I know, silly, I know. But you were pressured, cornered by those delinquents. And you did the right thing in the end, calling us. That’s character. You’re a really good kid, Renji. It’s only a misguided mont, not a pattern."
He chuckled softly, rubbing his neck. "Thank you ma’am. I really appreciate you giving a second chance."
"A You’re welco. But call Miyako outside the uniform," she said warmly. "If only I could find your dad, I’d slap him right across the face and tell him to be a better father to his son! Leaving you like that... it’s unforgivable."
Renji laughed genuinely this ti. "You don’t have to do that—but thanks."
The conversation flowed as they drove.
She asked about his sketches and paintings, suggesting that he showed her soti, and he agreed.
She even shared stories about her life as a cop and a hilarious bust she had done a while ago.
Renji realized that Miyako was actually a very chummy person and it was only her job that brought out a stricter side of her.
Even then, she had always been gentle and soft-spoken with him since he was arrested.
To her, her job was a dilemma. She seed like soone who prided herself in doing the nice thing or the right thing, but sotis, with police work, she was forced to do the ’lawful’ thing.
As they neared his rundown apartnt block in Momo Street, she frowned. "Hold on. Renji, do you have sothing to eat when you get ho? Proper al?"
Renji hesitated, shrugging. "Uh, I live alone... so maybe so ran."
Miyako’s eyes widened in maternal horror, shaking her head. "No, no. I can’t let that happen. Not today. You won’t eat canned foods after what you’ve been through."
She made a sharp U-turn without warning, the car tires squealing slightly. "Why not co have dinner with us? At our ho. It’ll give you and Haru a chance to bond and I can do a nice thing for you. How does homade curry, rice and veggies sound?."
Renji protested mildly, hands up. "Whoa, ma’am... Mrs. Endo... you don’t have to. I appreciate the bail and ride, but—"
She cut him off with a giggle. "Oh, co on! You’re too skinny for soone with such a handso face and a big brain. You’re going to eat good food tonight and I’ll pack you so to even take back with you."
He tried to refuse again but she raised a finger. "Uh uh. No argunts, young man. It’s a police order."
Renji laughed, having no choice but to agree. "Alright then. You win."
He sat back on the passenger seat.
But in his mind, he was laughing like a mad man, feeling truly victorious.
’I was right! I was right about everything. Not a single mistake! I’m way too good at this!’
He felt the Milf Note thrumming in his backpack, even more excited than him.
A new na was joining the list.
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