As someone whose mind was almost always filled with lust, Ren easily caught the depraved glances of several male customers towards Miku and Nino.
Despite his possessive nature, he was not a reckless person. There was no way he would gouge out the eyes of every man who dared to glance at his women. That would be excessive and unnecessary.
On the contrary, for Ren, it proved that his taste in women was very high. As long as those men only fantasized in their minds without taking real action, Ren felt too lazy to deal with it. Let them drool from afar.
"..."
Ren did not linger at the café. With Nino constantly watching him, it would be impossible for him to do anything to Miku.
As he was about to leave, and while Nino had her back to them to take another customer's order, Miku quickly slipped a small piece of paper into Ren's hand.
Gripping it, Ren gave a small smile that only the two of them understood, then left the café calmly.
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Moments after Ren left.
"Nino. I'm going to take out the trash."
Counting money at the register, Nino only glanced at Miku briefly.
"Okay. There aren't many customers now; I can handle it myself."
In Japan, taking out the trash is not a simple matter. Garbage must be sorted according to its type—burnable, non-burnable, bottles, cans, and so on—a process that is troublesome and time-consuming. So, Nino was not at all suspicious when Miku did not immediately return.
"Mm."
Nervously, Miku went to the back kitchen and retrieved a few bags of garbage that she had sorted and prepared beforehand.
She then walked towards the back door of the café. As soon as the door opened, Ren's figure leaning against the small alley wall was immediately visible, as if he had been waiting.
Quickly, Miku closed the door behind her and locked it from the outside. She tossed the trash bags she was carrying into the corner, then, like a magnet, she ran and threw herself into Ren's arms.
"Ren, I missed you!"
Her face beaming with happiness, Miku tried to get as close to him as possible.
"Me too, Miku-san."
In contrast to Miku's sincere words, Ren's answer was hypocritical. With so many women surrounding him, it was impossible for him to genuinely miss Miku in the true sense.
Unfortunately, Miku, who was blinded by her feelings, was completely unaware of this harsh reality.
As the saying goes, love lowers a person's IQ, and right now, Miku was the living proof of it. She was lost in the illusion of her love for Ren.
"Hm?"
While in Ren's embrace, Miku's sensitive nose caught something that made her heart clench.
(Ren smells of another woman. Has he just been close to a woman?)
Women often have a keen instinct for the presence of other women on their men. Without this sensitivity, perhaps not many housewives would succeed in finding evidence of their husbands' affairs.
At this moment, Miku clearly smelled a subtle but definite woman's perfume on Ren's clothes.
A feeling of jealousy filled her heart. However, besides puffing out her cheeks slightly as a sign of displeasure, she did not take any further action such as confronting Ren or demanding a satisfactory explanation.
After all, Miku had known from the start that Ren was involved with many women. That fact was not a secret, and she had accepted it as part of being with him. Instead, she wanted to reassert her own presence.
"Kiss me."
Breaking free from his embrace, Miku looked at him with a meaningful gaze before closing her eyes, offering her lips.
She wanted to leave her own mark on this man, who was a few years younger than her, overriding the scent of the other woman that might still linger.
"Of course."
How could Ren refuse a kiss?
Initially, the kiss was soft and affectionate. However, within seconds, the atmosphere changed.
The romantic kiss quickly turned into a wild, lustful kiss. Ren shamelessly inserted his tongue into Miku's mouth, exploring every corner with full mastery.
Surprised and simultaneously burning with passion, Miku tried to reciprocate. Their tongues locked and intertwined.
Meanwhile, Ren's hands were not idle. With skillful movements, he lifted her skirt, revealing her underwear. His large hand then squeezed and massaged Miku's plump butt through the fabric of her panties, pressing and pulling it lustfully.
"Mmmph!"
Miku groaned into the kiss, her voice muffled by Ren's mouth. Her face was flushed crimson with shame and burning passion.
Despite feeling extremely embarrassed—imagine if someone saw them in this back alley—she did not resist at all or try to stop Ren.
Miku was completely submissive, allowing Ren to do whatever he wanted to her. In her mind, this was her way of reclaiming the man, even if only for a moment.
Seeing Miku not resisting or showing any sign of refusal, even slightly, Ren's boldness intensified. His right hand, which had previously squeezed her butt from the outside, now began to creep inside her panties. His fingers directly touched the soft, warm skin on her buttocks, then smoothly moved forward, touching and stroking her most sensitive area through the thin fabric of her underwear.
Meanwhile, his left hand was not to be outdone. Skillfully, it snuck between the buttons of Miku's apron and blouse, finding its way to cup her full left breast. Ren massaged and squeezed it with intense desire.
Miku's body immediately trembled violently. A long sigh wanted to escape her mouth, but all sounds were suppressed by Ren's kiss which still sealed her lips.
She could only emit small, muffled moans, while her hands gripped Ren's arms, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. Her tightly closed eyes showed a mixed grimace of pleasure and shame.
"..."
Although his body was clearly aroused and his lust was raging, Ren still retained a shred of consciousness. His mind reminded him that they were still in the back alley of the café, and Nino could appear at any moment. He could not go any further than this, no matter how much he wanted to.
Finally, with a heavy heart, Ren broke the kiss.
Both of them were gasping for breath, inhaling the fresh air that had been previously stolen. With a face that was still burning red and ragged breathing, Miku quickly tidied up her messy clothes.
She pulled her skirt back down and straightened her blouse and apron, trying to look neat again like when she first stepped out.
"I have to go now. Nino might get suspicious if you take too long." Ren's voice was still hoarse from the lust that hadn't been fully vented.
Miku nodded, trying to calm her breathing and her still fast heartbeat. "Y-Yes. You're right. Be careful on your way, Ren."
Ren gave a final smile that made Miku's heart flutter, before turning and walking away from the alley.
Miku leaned against the cold wall for a few moments, her eyes closed, trying to calm herself down and mask any signs of agitation on her face. After feeling calm enough, she finally opened the back door and returned inside the café, trying to act as if nothing had happened.
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"Not good."
Ren felt discomfort in his pants. The passion ignited by Miku was still burning within him, having not found an outlet.
"Because of Miku, I'm so aroused. I need to take it out on someone immediately."
As he continued walking on the sidewalk, his mind quickly sifted through the available options. He needed a woman he could go to right now.
"Masha, Alya, and the others must still be in school. So the remaining options are Akemi and Yotsuba. Both are housewives, so they should be home at this time. Yotsuba is currently on maternity leave and is temporarily not teaching at Shuchi'in Academy."
"So, Akemi or Yotsuba?"
His decision did not take long. A thought emerged, connecting the events of the day.
"Since I've had fun with Ichika and Miku today, it wouldn't be complete to miss Yotsuba."
There was a kind of symbolic completeness in satisfying three of the five Nakano sisters on the same day.
With a clear destination now, Ren raised his hand, stopping a passing taxi.
After giving the address of the Uesugi family home—where Yotsuba lived with her husband—he leaned back in the passenger seat, allowing the images of what he would do to the pregnant Yotsuba to fill his mind and further heat his blood.
The journey to the next lustful indulgence had begun.