Renji didn't really know what to say in response to what Hana just told him.
A part of him felt a sudden responsibility, that she was giving him herself to protect.
And then there was guilt. He was supposed to protect her, but all he wanted was to bend her over and clap her milf cheeks. All he cared about.
Then there was insecurity. How the hell was he gonna protect anyone with his lanky arms and thin legs?
Hana likely meant it all as a joke but it really got him thinking.
He stood in front of her, his heart still racing from her words:
'My life is entirely in your hands.'
The weight of it thrilled and unnerved him, and when he was reminded about the Milf Note in his school bag, he felt even more unnerved.
The warm smile on Hana's face lingered, her voluptuous figure radiant in her white blouse, the fabric clinging to her massive tits, her purple hair catching the light as she tilted her head.
