Banging the Hot MILFs of Tokyo

Yuki covered up his hoodie fully over his head and stormed out of the hospital. He stumbled upon a bench outside and had a brief sit, his legs tilted apart slightly.

Picking out his phone, he began to scroll through his messages—he hadn't had the time to respond to them due to the morning rash that left him restless and distracted.

Thirty-plus messages flooded his DM. Most of them were from Jun.

"God, what now…" he muttered, not bothering to read any. With a few taps, he selected them all and sent them to the trash.

Eight new notifications remained.

One was from the system update. Four were from the Lustbound: Realm of Desire game and the remaining three were from an unknown number.

Yuki narrowed his eyes.

He tapped the first message. It was short—too short. Just a location pin and the word: "ETA?"

Weird.

His fingers hovered over the next one. He hesitated, then instead of opening it directly, he switched over to the spyware prototype app he'd been building in secret—something he designed to scan and decrypt hidden metadata in messages.

He copied the unknown number into the interface.

"Let's see what you're hiding," he whispered, thumbing the analyze button.

The screen went into loading phase and then showed up with a series of encrypted timestamps, coordinates… and one ID: RenjiT-DRIVE-69.

Yuki blinked.

"Holy shit…" He dropped the phone into his palm and immediately tapped back to the messaging app. "I will be on my way."

It was Renji's driver.

He forgot so soon that his tutoring with Renji kicked off this week and according to the deal with Katashi Kurica, he was supposed to be picked up from school thirty minutes ago.

He shot up from the bench so fast he nearly dropped his phone. "Fuck! I totally forgot!"

Without wasting another second, he bolted from the hospital steps and started sprinting toward the school premises. Halfway down the block, he brought his phone back up, fingers flying over the screen as he called the number from the messages.

Ring... ring…

A raspy voice picked up. "Mr. Yuki?"

"Yes! Shit—I'm on my way. Tell Renji I'll be there in five—ten max! Don't leave!"

A slight pause.

"…Understood. We're parked by the rear gate. Hurry."

The call cut off. Yuki didn't even slow his pace and kept up running until he stumbled at the school entrance block. He stopped, walking with a panting breath to the black, tinted car in front of him.

If he was not mistaken, that was the newest edition of Lamborghini Revuelto SVJ parked right in front of him. The window went down plopping out Renji's face at the back seat. His legs crossed over each other and buried into the demon blast game he was playing.

"Hey, Renji,"

"Don't talk to me loser. Get in the front seat..." Renji responded just like the tyrant he is and Yuki didn't seem one but fazed about it. He went over to the left side, giving a soft knock on the door.

"Dude it is automatic, just stand properly." Again Renji retorted, obviously pissed off by Yuki's ignorance. "Hey, your first time actually entering a Lambo?"

"—" Yuki didn't respond and rolled his eyes at Renji's demeaning remark. He shook his head, obeying his words and stepped back just enough space for the sensor on the car exterior to detect his presence.

The Lamborghini Revuelto SVJ's butterfly door lifted upward and he slid into the front passenger seat, wrapping the seatbelt across his chest. He breathed in that new car smell and gave a look to the male driver on his right. "I didn't plan so much for today's lesson Renji."

"Then why the fuck are you following me to my house?"

"Um because if I bail today, my grade suffers and same goes for you."

"Fuck grades, I got a super rich mom that her wealth can feed you and your twentieth generation and still have change. You can give up your lousy education and I could still feed you."

The driver gave a light cough, subtly adjusting the rearview mirror to glance at Renji through it. "Words, please, Renji," he said with a calm. Renji didn't even look up from his game.

"Tch even you know I'm right."

The car fell silent, the kind that was very awkward. Yuki felt uncomfortable in his seat. Renji was somewhat right, who needed a certificate in this century to make millions. Even his favorite tech mentor Yusaku Maezawa, and more of the likes of Steve Jobs, Bill Gates,Travis Kalanick. So many of them.

"Oh boy, Yuki is rethinking his life decision."

"Renji! Please don't be rude to Yuki." Turning slightly toward Yuki, the driver gave a small nod, his voice far more polite. "On behalf of him, I'd sincerely apologize."

"My name is Kaito Nakamura. I'll be your driver for the duration of your tutoring period. If you need anything—routes, timing adjustments, or communication—just let me know."

"It's all good. I wouldn't be lying if I said Renji is a butthole. I'm used to his taunts, nothing new. " Yuki breathed in air, relaxing back on his chair. "You don't have to apologize on his behalf for being a dickhead."

Renji didn't flinch at the insult. In fact, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips—his fingers still dancing over the screen of Demon Blast, launching fireballs like nothing had just been said.

"Glad we're all self-aware," Renji muttered dryly.

Kaito, to his credit, didn't engage further. He simply tapped the screen embedded in the dashboard, syncing the GPS to Renji's residence. He started the engine and switched it over to manual driving and taking off the car from the sidewalk to the road.

The silence that followed wasn't as awkward this time. Yuki leaned his elbow against the window, gazing out at the blur of buildings and students still loitering around the school gates.

He had almost forgotten how different their worlds were. Renji was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the luxury he couldn't empty even if he decided to give it out to the poor in millions while for him...

He barely had his head above water, with juggling the debts his father crowned him with after his death to part-time jobs. "You know," Yuki broke the silence unknowingly not convinced why life would make one richer than the other and still watch the pauper suffer while the rich lavish. "Unlike you, some of us don't have a luxury parachute if we fall."

"Boohoo!" Renji responded with a flat tone, half concentrated on beating the mega beast in the game. He didn't let go until the loud buzzing of Leveled up: Level complete echoed in the car. He brought down his noise cancelling headphones to lay on his neck. "You were saying?"

"Forget about it. You can't relate."

He went dumb, fixing his eyes on his phone. He couldn't count anything he had as an assist at this age of being twenty one. Yuki lowered his head into his phone, switching the app to his bank account. The ¥1,860,338 JPY blinking at him.

If riches came, what would he actually do with them? Subconsciously, he had the lustbound opened and thanking his stars his phone was on mute hence no porny theme song.

Yuki blinked down at the screen of Lustbound: Realm of Desire, trying not to let Renji notice. Normally, he wouldn't even open the game in public—not because he was ashamed, but because of the weird glances people shot when the opening animation blared out with its lewd themes.

He swiped past the usual home interface—his "Desire Score," his current quest in the seduction dungeon, and that annoying Succubus NPC winking at him from the corner of the screen. He noticed how his piggy bank layout was filled with cash and subconsciously, his eyes went down below the piggy bank on the screen.

INVEST & EXPAND

"I swear I didn't know they had this option all the while. Huh…" He squinted in disbelief, scrolling through the tabs, eyebrows knitting in intrigue. "This is… legit?"

It was weirdly sophisticated for a game rooted in fantasies and desire—almost like a simulator tucked inside a roleplay world to have a place to invest in real estates and cars.

He clicked on the analysis button and was taken to another layout with every yen he had spent from the game, the debits and credit alerts from both the game and his bank account.

Curiosity further took him to swipe down to the last option of crypto currency trading. There were charts, rent estimates, and even stock-like projections for each property.

"What the hell…" he muttered under his breath.

The game had its own internal economy—real-time linked to his actual currency and synced with the fluctuating values of fictional coins: LUST, SIN, and EVE. And somehow, his recent gameplay choices had earned him small chunks of LUST tokens, which were now appreciating in value.

His eyes widened.

12,700.94 in LUST

8.2% in the last 48 hours.

He scrolled further. There was a 'Convert to Yen' button below it—grayed out but still clickable if he passed the KYC phase.

"Why would a game like this need Know Your Customer authentication?"