Renji stood there, door ajar, staring at Reina as if she'd stepped out of one of his fevered dreams.
The sheer lace nightgown clung to her like a second skin, the fabric whispering against her generous curves like it might rip at any moment.
Renji couldn't comprehend what he was seeing, especially her face. There was no way it was the same face from earlier.
The one that had scolded and ordered him about.
Now it held a vulnerability he'd never seen before, at least from her. Her brows were arched upwards, and her pupils glistened like a stubborn puppy.
The tray in her hands steamed with the aroma of miso soup and grilled fish. He wondered when she had made it, though it still smelled fresh.
Homemade, comforting, utterly domestic.
But there was nothing domestic about the way her eyes traced him. They roamed every inch of his body, as if she were undressing him with her unruly, hungry gaze.
Renji gulped. She had been standing there for a while now.
He composed himself to speak.
"You didn't have to, Mrs Reina," he managed, his voice cracking slightly. He stepped aside instinctively, gesturing her in. "Uh, come in. Please."
She nodded, a small, tentative smile curving her lips as she crossed the threshold.
Renji stared at her ass swaying behind her, pulling the fabric of her seductive lace gown. He looked to the ceiling and prayed.
Quickly, he closed the door, sealing them in the dim confines of his apartment.
With a deep breath, he turned. His heart was still hammering against his ribs — he didn't even know when it had started.
Maybe it was around the time he realized that freaking notebook actually worked!
Thinking about it now, knowing it was the reason Mrs. Reina was in his apartment, it felt like a forbidden secret.
He watched her place the tray on his cluttered desk, not noticing the very book that had compelled her here.
The lace shifted as she moved, offering fleeting glimpses of the soft swell of her breasts, the gentle curve of her hips.
Renji tightened his fists, feeling the tip of his cock already knocking on his zipper.
Mrs. Reina was thirty-nine, a widow who'd built walls of steel around herself after her husband's passing.
She had taken over landlady after her late husband, growing stern over the years. It was likely due to the heartbreak and the demands of the job.
But now those walls seemed to crumble under the weight of whatever spell the Milf Note had woven.
Still, even though it was looking like it, what if the Note wasn't working at all?
Maybe Mrs. Reina really did want to thank him for doing her chores.
"I hope you like it," she said, straightening up and turning to face him. Her voice was softer than he'd ever heard it.
"It's nothing fancy, but... I wanted to make amends. You've been struggling, haven't you? With rent, and with your parents staying so far away. I shouldn't have been so harsh."
Renji swallowed hard, his mouth dry as sandpaper. He leaned against the desk, trying to play it cool, but his eyes betrayed him, darting over her hot ample body again and again .
"It's... it's fine, Mrs. Reina. Really. You don't have to apologize. I mean, I was late. Again."
She stepped closer, the space between them shrinking until he could smell the faint floral scent of her shampoo, mixed with the warmth of her skin.
"Do you have to call me Mrs?" she asked, gazing into his eyes. "I'm no longer married, you know? I'm a widow."
"Oh." Renji's eyes widened briefly. "I'm sorry, Mrs… Uh… Reina."
Reina gazed at him for a moment before lowering her face. "I don't know what's come over me. It's so… confusing.".
Renji narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"One minute I was reading, and the next I couldn't stop thinking about you."
His brows raised.
She turned and stepped away slightly. "I know how awful it sounds. I'm old enough to be your mother, but I just couldn't get you out of my mind, Renji."
Renji remained frozen, his eyes wide in disbelief at what she was saying.
"Now I realize just how lonely I've been, especially when you came into my house." She fidgeted with her fingers nervously. "It was the first time a man entered my home in months."
She looked at him. "Yet I treated you harshly."
Her hand lifted, hesitating for a moment before brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. The touch was light, electric, sending a jolt straight through him.
Her fingers lingered, tracing the line of his jaw with a tenderness that made his breath hitch.
Renji remained frozen, still staring at her. There was no confusion now. This was definitely the work of the Milf Note. Mrs. Reina was lusting over him!
The air grew heavy, as if their emotions poured out with each breath they took.
"All I think about is the way you worked so hard, on your knees in my bathroom, sweating for me..." Her free hand pressed against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "It stirs something in me. Something I haven't felt in years."
Then she immediately pulled away.
"I'm really sorry! I shouldn't have done that."
But Renji caught her arm mid-air, startling her as she looked up at him.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, Reina."
Instantly, he grabbed her by the cheeks and pulled her face to his.
"Mhmm!!"
Their lips locked in an eruption of lust from both parties, tongues already entwining inside their mouths.
Reina gripped his wrists as he pulled her face closer.
They kissed and kissed, tasting their mouths and licking their tongues with no self control. Renji's hands slid to her waist, gripping the lace as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality.
She gasped into his mouth, the sound muffled as the kiss deepened, their tongues meeting again in a hungry dance.
Her body was pressed tightly to his now, her full, voluptuous breasts squeezing against his chest, the heat of her radiating through the thin fabric.
Renji's hands roamed lower, cupping her ass, squeezing firmly as he backed her toward the futon.
Reina only moaned hungrily inside her mouth. But she didn't resist — far from it.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her breathing was broken into short, needy pants.
Finally, they pulled away, lips smacking as a thread of saliva connected their parted lips.
Reina looked away shyly. "Renji? Why did you do that?"
Renji gazed at her with determination. "Did you not like it?"
The landlady only blushed deeper, hiding her nervous eyes from Renji. "Don't you feel ashamed?" she asked. "Doing this with an old woman like me?"
Renji grinned. "Nah." Then he whispered in her ear. "Milfs are way better, if you ask me."