As much as his mind wanted to wrestle with him over it, Renji knew it was her.
Quickly, he got up from the bed, dusted his face and combed his hair back like he was preparing to go out on stage, and then with an anxious hand, he reached for the doorknob.
The knock ca again, silent and nervous.
Renji swallowed hard and opened the door slowly, inch by inch, the hinges giving a faint creak that made his heart drum dramatically.
There, frad in the hallway’s dim sconce light like a forbidden vision, stood Miyako Endo.
Renji’s heart pounded faster when he saw what she was wearing.
Her slender, curvaceous figure was draped in a blue lace nightgown that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
The lace was delicate, almost sheer in places, a deep sapphire hue that shimred with every subtle movent she made.
It was like her second skin, clinging to her body.
Her full thighs? They were on full display, the gown’s hem ending mid-thigh, the lace patterns swirling over the smooth, toned muscles that flexed nervously as she shifted her weight from one bare foot to the other.
He saw the corners of her curvy waist, the way the lace hugged it before flaring out over hips that swayed with anxious energy.
He saw her breasts. He didn’t want to look at them or gawk, but the lace barely gave him any choice.
They were there, bulging out of her slender fra for him to see. Those beautiful large, plump tits straining against the bodice, the lace cups barely containing their weight, the deep V-neck plunging to reveal a tantalizing valley of cleavage.
Her nipples were hard and poking prominently through the thin material, dark shadows under the lace.
Even though it was late at night, she had her long, dark hair falling in loose waves over one shoulder, all the way to her thigh.
That ant she had intentionally loosened it for him.
No one went to bed with their long hair down.
Finally, he saw her face, her pretty motherly face. She looked anxious, her full lips parted in hesitation, hazel eyes wide and shimring with a mix of guilt, nervousness, and an undercurrent of the Note’s induced lust.
She hugged her arms under her breasts, pushing them up unintentionally, her fingers twisting together in shy fidgeting, her bare toes curling against the cool hallway floor.
It was damn exciting to see. Damn thrilling to know that just writing her na on a book was what was facilitating these emotions within her.
"R-Renji..." she whispered, her voice soft and trembling, barely above a breath to avoid waking the house. "Hi... I’m sorry to bother you so late. Could we... talk? Just for a minute?"
Renji blinked, feigning shock and nervousness, he gulped audibly and stepped back. "Uhm... okay? Yeah, sure... co in."
He opened the door wider, his eyes darting down the empty hall before closing it softly behind her, the click of the lock subtle but final.
Miyako slipped inside, her blue lace nightgown whispering against her skin with every step, the fabric swishing over her full thighs.
Renji’s gaze locked involuntarily on her fat ass as she walked to the bed.
Gosh! It was even more magnificent up close. Fat, round cheeks pushing the fabric out in perfect, jiggling globes, the lace stretching thin over them, hinting at the deep cleft between
They moved hypnotically, the lace riding up just enough to tease the undersides, jiggling with a soft, fleshy ripple that made his cock twitch hard in his jeans.
She sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under the weight of her fat ass and thighs.
She clutched the linen like a shield, her plump breasts heaving softly and making the lace strain.
Renji sat beside her cautiously, leaving a respectful gap at first, then scooting a bit closer, his nerdy face flushed with pretended embarrassnt. "So... what’s up? Everything okay?"
Miyako shook her head, her long hair swaying, a strand falling across her face as she looked down at her lap.
"This is all such a ss, Renji. And it’s my fault."
Renji frowned. "What do you an?"
"I invited you here," she said sadly, "to our ho, without knowing... I had no idea Haru was bullying you. I should have known and I’m so sorry. As his mother, I should’ve seen it."
Renji waved his hands quickly, playing the forgiving victim. "Hey, no. I’m fine, really. It’s no big deal. Haru and the guys... they pick on everyone. I’ve dealt with worse."
But she wouldn’t let it go, her hazel eyes lifting to et his, shimring with genuine remorse, her hands twisting the covers tighter.
"Don’t say that, Renji. It is a big deal. A huge deal. What kind of mother doesn’t know her own son is a bully? A blind stupid mother, that’s what."
"Mrs. Endo. No, you’re not stupid... or blind."
"Then what kind of cop brings a victim right into the ho of their... their victimizer? A stupid cop." She facepald. "I feel so awful, Renji. Truly. You didn’t deserve any of this. You’re a good boy."
Renji reached out tentatively, patting her arm awkwardly. "Mrs. Endo, it’s okay. I know you ant no harm and you’ve been nothing but nice to . The bail, the dinner, letting stay... That’s more than enough."
"I don’t think so." She shook her head, her full thighs pressing together under the covers, the lace nightgown riding up further. "There has to be a way I could make it up to you. Don’t you think?"
Renji’s eyes widened in surprise, his gulp real this ti as he stared at her body.
He’d already begun to undress her with his eyes. The way the lace hugged her curvy waist, her plump breasts rising and falling, the faint outline of her hard nipples.
He cleared his throat. "Like... how? You’ve done enough, seriously. More than."
Miyako shook her head again, looking down shyly, her long hair cascading like a curtain to her thigh, partially hiding her flushed face. "Nothing I’ve done today can make up for this. I feel disgraced."
She looked up at him. "If I can do anything else. Just... na it. Please." Her voice was small, anxious, her fingers fidgeting with the lace hem now peeking from under the covers.
Renji gulped again, not knowing what to say now.
That made her smile. It was soft and maternal but also sort of flirty.
She instantly reached out to ruffle his hair gently.
"You’re such a cute boy, Renji. Especially when you’re nervous like this. So cute and smart... you’re the perfect son, you know that? The kind every mother dreams of."
Her hand lingered on his cheek, thumb brushing his skin. She stared into his eyes and her cheeks suddenly turned red with nervousness... with desire.
"But it’s good you’re not my son," she said "because now I can do this."
She leaned over suddenly, her plump breasts pressing against his arm through the lace, and then...
She kissed him.
The kiss was soft at first, her full lips warm and tentative on his, then it deepened, her tongue slipping in with a shy hunger, tasting of mint toothpaste and desperation.
Renji pulled back in shocked pretense, eyes wide, breath ragged. "Mrs. Endo. W—What are you doing?"
He watched her get up and stand before him, the covers falling away.
With anxious but determined hands, she reached for the straps of her lace and slid them down her shoulders, the lace pooling at her feet in a whisper of fabric.
Renji’s eyes widened at the sight of her breathtaking nakedness.
"Please, Renji," Miyako whispered, stepping closer, her voice shy and full of desire. "Let use my body to apologize to you."
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