A man's dream was to wake up in the morning with a beautiful, sexy woman lying beside him.
Since that was hardly ever the case, he could at least hope for peace and quiet.
But neither was the story of Renji Hoshino's life.
It was Saturday morning, everyone's favorite morning. Yet, with the sunlight pushing weakly through the blinds of his cramped apartment, Renji knew he wasn't going to be fond of this particular Saturday.
His room was like any average 19 year old's. Half-neat, half-dirty.
Across his desk, manga issues he had been reading last night were littered all over, including borrowed textbooks, and pens he had "forgotten" to return.
Despite the earlier knock, he remained sprawled on his futon, groggy, unmotivated, and already dreading the day.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The knocking came again, shaking his door like a police raid. Renji already knew who it was.
"Renji!" a mature, feminine voice rang out. "I know you're in there. Rent was due two weeks ago!"
Knowing he couldn't ignore her for much longer, Renji dragged himself up, combing his messy hair back with his fingers. He opened the door a crack and peeked.
There she was. The iron-fisted landlady of this building: Reina Takashima. A thirty-nine year old widow who took her job far too seriously.
Renji had summoned the greatest ninja skills to avoid her yesterday, just so he could get a good night's sleep.
But he knew that it was inevitable that she'd come this morning, blaring her horns and bringing those voluptuous breasts, thick thighs and plump ass with her.
Why did older ladies have to be so sexy? Renji would always ask himself.
Even his landlady, who was basically a stuck-up bitch, managed to give him a hard one whenever he saw her trudging about.
What was it about milfs that enticed him so much?
Speaking of milfs, why would Mrs. Reina come to his house dressed in such clothes?
To be fair, she wasn't at all dressed provocatively, but with a body like hers, a fitted cardigan, shorts and an apron surely wasn't enough.
Renji was only a young man. Temptation lurked everywhere.
"Renji?!"
He snapped awake from his daydream and looked at her face, seeing the serious expression she had over it.
Her eyes narrowed. "You're late again. It's been three weeks now."
Renji forced a sheepish smile. "I'll have it soon, I promise," he said quickly.
"You said that last week," Reina snapped. "And you've been dodging me ever since. You think I didn't see you sneaking around last night? You're not light on your feet, you little menace."
Renji frowned. "Come on, Mrs Reina. You know my situation with my parents."
Reina folded her arms. "No, no. That won't work this time, young man. From what I hear, you've been using your rent money to buy video games and those perverted mangas you read."
Renji grew slightly frustrated, caught in another lie. But he had no money with him, especially not for rent. If his parents found out he spent all of his money on games and comics, he'd be done for good.
"I promise I'll have it in two weeks," he pleaded.
"Two weeks?!" Reina's eyes widened, like she couldn't believe the audacity of the proposal. "How much more ridiculous can you be?"
"I promise!" He lifted his hands to swear. "I'll get it to you right on time."
Reina gave him an almost pitiful look before shaking her head. "It's always promises with you, Renji. I'm not running a charity home, you know. I need that money now, or I'm evicting you and informing your parents."
Renji stared at her, frustration bubbling. She was sterner now than usual, and that told him that there was no escaping this one.
However, there was something he hadn't considered yet.
Renji narrowed his eyes at her. Reina was the perfect age, wasn't she? So…
'Should I try it?' he thought, surprised he was even considering it.
After a moment's thought, he suddenly bowed his head. "Please, Mrs Reina. I apologize for the stress I've caused you lately."
Reina froze, staring at him in surprise.
"I only honestly need two more weeks. Please. I'll make it worth your while. I'll do all the chores at your place today. All of it. In return, just don't kick me out for the next two weeks."
Reina hesitated, lips pursed, suspicion written all over her mature face. Finally, she huffed, rubbing her forehead. "Fine. Fine. You've unfortunately managed to convince me again. But listen here! If you slack even once, you're out, understand?"
Renji grinned. "Deal."
"Come to my apartment in an hour."
She turned on her heel and marched away. Renji shut the door softly, then leaned against it, heart pounding.
That was a close one. Mrs. Reina certainly looked like she was really going to throw him out today.
He stood straight and walked back to his room. Thankfully, he'd thought of a solution fast.
Doing her chores.
But this was merely a guise for the real truth. The real truth lay on his cluttered desk among other books.
It was a plain-looking notebook.
Aside from its simple white pages, it had a neat leather cover with brown and red design. Inscribed on it was a text in simple font.
MILF NOTE
Renji stepped closer, staring at it as if it might bite.
He'd found it just yesterday on the walk back from campus, lying on the pavement like someone had dropped it.
Any sane person would have found the bland notebook utterly boring, but Renji, a stationery nerd, picked it up and read the first page.
"The woman whose name is written in this Note, aged thirty or older, shall become irresistibly attracted to the writer. Her desires will be bent toward him, beyond reason."
Renji had laughed at first.
Clearly it had to be some kind of joke. Some gooner must have written it as a parody of the popular anime or whatever,
But… he hadn't thrown it away either. He had a bad habit of stealing notebooks and pens, hoarding them like trophies.
This one, though, it was one of the few that was actually calling him to take it, because for some reason, it now belonged to him.
Renji never believed that it could work, not even now. But he couldn't resist his desires for his landlady, and the only way to silence her bossy attitude was to make her unreasonably desire him—and finally have sex with her.
But he knew the number one rule, writing a name on the book only works if he'd stepped into the house of his target.
That was the true motive behind his seemingly harmless offer.
Renji put on some casual clothes.
It felt stupid to even try, but what if the Milf Note actually worked?
The idea lingered as he trudged up to Reina's apartment an hour later. She was already waiting, arms folded, eyes sharp.
"You're late," she said flatly.
"You said an hour."
"And you arrived two minutes later," she snapped, rolling her eyes. "Oh, whatever. Come inside and get to it."
Renji hesitated for a moment, which was stupid because the Note was obviously fake. But he ultimately stepped inside, capturing the sweet smell of soy and roses that filled the home.
If the Milf Note was real, he had just met the requirement.
He could just run back home and write Reina's name on the notebook. But if it was all fake, then he would be sent packing immediately.
And so began his punishment. Washing dishes until his hands pruned. Sweeping and mopping while she inspected every corner. Scrubbing her bathroom tiles on his knees as her stern gaze bore down on him.
He gritted his teeth through it, sweating, aching, doing everything perfectly because her eyes never left him.
Hours later, exhausted, Renji staggered back to his apartment. He was famished, but ignored his hunger and threw himself into the chair at his desk, hand trembling as he opened the notebook.
He was about to write her name when he paused. 'What am I even doing? I don't really think this could work, right?'
He stared at his reflection in his mirror as if it might answer him. With a sigh, he began to scribble her name.
Even if he didn't believe it, he wasn't going to let those hours of hard labor be for nothing.
"Reina Takashima…" he whispered, pen hovering."My Landlady…" he added.
After that, he dropped the pen and stared at the name. .
Silence.
He didn't even know what for, but he waited a while longer and there was still silence.
Renji exhaled, almost laughing. "Figures. Just another fake—"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Renji froze. He glanced at his clock and saw that it was 6:50pm.
Who could be knocking this late? He never had visitors by this time
He rose and opened the door.
To his eyes-popping surprise, Reina stood there—no apron this time. Instead, she wore a sheer lace nightgown that barely covered her beautiful heavy bosoms, her hair loose, cheeks flushed red.
In her hands was a tray of steaming food.
"I realized," she said softly, almost shyly, "I was rude earlier. You worked so hard for me today… and I didn't even offer you a meal. I'm sorry, Renji-kun."
Her eyes lingered on him in a way they never had before. It was like they were hungry, searching.
Renji couldn't believe it. He glanced back at the notebook on his desk, and the impossible truth slammed into him.
The Milf Note… works.