He would have to move fast but the Note could definitely help in this situation.
The very thing that started all of this.
It was the one thing that could make a woman unsee the unforgivable, that could turn horror into obsession, disgust into worship.
Writing her name down would make her desire him so much that she definitely won't try to jeopardize him or anything like that.
It was desperate, but it was also his best bet.
Quickly, Renji's hands started moving before conscious thought returned.
He scrambled upright so fast his vision blacked out for a second, nearly slipping in the puddle of squirt still cooling on the floor.
He yanked his pants up with shaking fingers, zipper catching skin, didn't care, didn't feel the pain, didn't bother wiping the cum still smeared across his stomach.
"Haruka," he rasped, finally noticing her. "Do you know where Miss Katsura lives?"
She blinked up at him, dazed, cum still shining on her chin like gloss. "Huh…?"
