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 Renji slung his backpack off his shoulder, placing it on a table. He reached to unzip the bag but paused, turning to give Bunji a quiet stare that lasted for a while.
 Now it was his turn to prove a point.
 Bunji narrowed his twitchy eyes. "What?"
 "If I give you this money," Renji said, "what assurances do I get that you’re not going to try anything else?"
 Bunji smirked. "What the hell are you talking about now? Are you trying to buy time cause you don’t really have the money?"
 "Of course I have the money."
 "Then give it to me."
 Renji narrowed his eyes. "Assurances, Bunji."
 The delinquent looked at Renji with that smirk still on his face. Then he scoffed, backing up. "Alright then. We’ll shake on it. A street thug never goes back on his word. Besides, you can just report me to that police friend of yours for shoplifting but you haven’t."
 Bunji grinned hideously. "I don’t want to do anything that will make you go and do that."
 Renji thought about it for an hour and then shrugged. "Fine. But you better keep your word."
 ’Or else, you’re going to wake up one morning to me fucking your sister’s throat!’
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 </div> He didn’t say that other part out loud, he only unzipped his backpack, pulling out the wrapped bundle and handing it to Bunji.
 "Two million, as promised. Count it if you want, but this means we’re even now. No spilling to Hideo, no ratting about the bike or anything else. Deal’s done."
 Bunji snatched it up, rifling through the bills with greedy fingers, his anger fading into a sly grin as he verified the amount.
 "Ho ho ho! Renji! You’re really close paddies with that Hoshizawa women, eh? For her to give you this much in a day? What did you tell her?"
 Renji eyed him with irritation. "Doesn’t matter. Did you hear what I said? We’re done now."
 "Yeah... alright, fine. We’re square. Hideo can go fuck himself cause my lips are sealed. But don’t pull this house-call shit again, got me?"
 "Crystal," Renji said, turning for the door without another word.
 He paused in the hallway, turning back to see Mei eating some cereal and scrolling through her phone. Her breasts were so heavy she was resting them on the table.
 She looked up at him. "Are you leaving already, Renji?"
 He nodded. "Yeah."
 "Oh well. Goodbye, hope you come around again."
 ’That depends on what your brother does next,’ Renji thought then gave her a wave. "Thanks for the meal."
 She beamed. "You’re welcome."
 He opened the door and left, hearing Bunji aggressively locking it from the inside.
 Renji sighed. Hopefully this meant that loose end was fixed.
 Outside, the evening chill nipped at his skin as he walked away, the weight lifted from his bag but not entirely from his mind.
 He thought about Mei a little more. Even if Bunji didn’t do anything, Renji suspected he could still try something with her. She was just so lively and hot, like a ray of sunshine with big tits.
 Seriously, she was definitely a potential Milf Target, whether or not the delinquent stepped out of line again. Renji smirked to himself; in this game, every connection was a weapon waiting to be wielded.
 He went home and spent the night as he usually did with Reina. Morning came, lazy and bright, sunlight filtering through the thin curtains of his modest apartment.
 Today was Thursday and yet there was no school.
 It was a public holiday. This meant no school bells, no crowded hallways, no bullying or homeworks, just the rare luxury of unstructured time.
 Renji lounged on the worn futon in the living room, propped up against a pile of mismatched pillows, his fingers scrolling through a fun manhwa on his phone.
 The story was a wild isekai romp; a protagonist reincarnated as a overpowered slime in a fantasy world, slinging spells and building an empire with hilarious sidekicks.
𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 He chuckled under his breath at a particularly absurd panel. It was so fun he rolled over on his bed and began to swing his legs.
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 </div> "This guy’s got it made. Imagine being a slime and living better than the rest of us," he muttered to himself, enjoying the pictures and texts.
 It had been a while since he’d eat back and enjoyed a good manhwa.
 From the kitchenette, the sizzle of eggs and the aroma of fresh miso soup wafted over, mingling with the faint scent of Reina’s perfume.
 His housemilf—voluptuous, devoted, and ever the perfect caretaker—moved graciously this Thursday, her curves accentuated by a simple sundress that hugged her full breasts and hips.
 She hummed a soft tune as she plated breakfast: fluffy tamagoyaki rolled omelet, steamed rice dotted with furikake, a side of grilled mackerel glistening with soy glaze, and a bowl of miso brimming with tofu and wakame.
 "Master, breakfast is ready," she called, her voice warm and submissive, carrying the tray over with a sway in her step that never failed to catch his eye.
 Renji set his phone aside, sitting up with a grin. "Looks killer, Reina. You’re spoiling me rotten."
 He took the tray, digging in immediately. Reina’s food was always wonderful and today was no different.
 The omelet melted on his tongue, savory and sweet, the fish was flaky and perfectly seasoned and the orange juice was fresh and nutritious. Perfect.
 She knelt beside him on the floor, her hands folded in her lap, watching him eat with that adoring gaze. "Anything for you. After last night... you deserve to relax."
 Her cheeks flushed at the memory of their latest breeding session, but she kept it light, pouring him another cup orange juice when he drank down his first.
 They chatted idly as he ate: her sharing a funny story one of the early times she started working as the landlady, him recounting a silly manhwa plot twist that had him laughing mid-bite.
 Being with Reina everyday was a comfort that Renji had started to enjoy. Maybe a little bit too much.
 She was one of the favorite things about his life. With her, it was easy, comfortable; a slice of domestic bliss in his otherwise scheming life.
 He had told her what he planned to do today and together they had set it up by his bedroom door.
 It was his canvas setup. It was visible from his futon, displayed in a way someone could sit and see exactly what he was doing.
 It consistent of a sturdy easel with a blank stretched canvas, paints and brushes neatly arrayed on a side table.
 Renji hadn’t started painting anything yet, be easy waiting for Hitomi’s arrival.
 He’d promised not to start without her, and for once, he was content to wait, besides, time was already going by with a good manhwa in his hands to read.
 Some time later however, a knock echoed through the apartment. It was around mid-morning, and there was a tentative sound to it, although it also sounded very eager.
 Renji wiped his mouth, setting the tray aside. "That’s definitely her. Reina, mind grabbing the door?"
 Reina rose smoothly, her dress swishing, and opened it to reveal Hitomi standing on the threshold, a backpack slung over one shoulder and a shy smile on her face.
 She was dressed casually, but with clear intention—effort to impress without overdoing it.
 A fitted graphic tee with a subtle anime reference hugged her slender frame, paired with high-waisted jeans that accentuated her long legs, and cute sneakers that looked brand new.
 Her hair was down in loose waves, a light touch of makeup enhancing her bright eyes, and she clutched a small gift bag, perhaps snacks or art supplies.
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 </div> It was an outfit chosen to say "I’m trying to be cute for you and I don’t want you to notice but I want you to notice that I’m cute not that I intentionally did to be cute..."
 Somehow, Renji knew that was the exact thought in her head when she selected the outfit.
 As she entered, she walked awkwardly, glancing around the humble apartment. Coming from an upscale neighborhood with her mother, this was certainly a step down.
 Renji’s apartment: The gritty, real, a world away from the polished lobbies and manicured lawns she was used to.
 Still, her happiness shone through. Being invited to Renji’s home was certainly the right direction to being his girlfriend.
 "Hitomi!"
 Somehow, Renji knew that was the exact thought in her head when she selected the outfit.
 As she entered, she walked awkwardly, glancing around the humble apartment. Coming from an upscale neighborhood with her mother, this was certainly a step down.
 Renji’s apartment: The gritty, real, a world away from the polished lobbies and manicured lawns she was used to.
 Still, her happiness shone through. Being invited to Renji’s home was certainly the right direction to being his girlfriend.
 "Hitomi!"
 Being invited to Renji’s home was certainly the right direction to being his girlfriend.</div>
 

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Chapter 144: Still Trying

Chapter 144: Still Trying Renji slung his backpack off his shoulder, placing it on a table. He reached to unzip the bag but paused, turning to give Bunji a quiet stare that lasted for a while. Now it was his turn to prove a point. Bunji narrowed his twitchy eyes. "What?" "If I give you this money," Renji said, "what assurances do I get that you’re not going to try anything else?" Bunji smirked. "What the hell are you talking about now? Are you trying to buy time cause you don’t really have the...

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