When Ren met Makoto.

After finding the residence Sakura-san sent his parents he was redirected by the postman (whose cock was being milked like a cows's teet by a redhead with glasses who was surprisingly pale compared to all the other women around here) to a place called Leblanc, Ren finally decided he could take a breather and maybe ask for more directions ducking into an alley. He heard something behind him and turned to ask directions from whomever was behind him but all he could do is freeze with an awkward "Uhhhhhhhh......". Halfway down, slumped against a grimy wall, was a gyaru with impossibly long, platinum-blonde hair tangled around her face. She was on her knees, vacuuming an old man’s shriveled cock with obscene, slurping enthusiasm, her huge, fake tits straining against a ripped worn out Shujin Academy blouse that barely covered her nipples. Ren froze, bile rising again. "S-sorry!" he stammered, backing up, tripping over his own feet. "Wrong alley!" He turned to flee, heart hammering against his ribs.

He hadn't made it three steps when a vice-like grip clamped onto his arm. She was shockingly strong, hauling him back, her other hand pressing one of those ridiculous, silicone-filled globes hard against his bicep. Her breath hit his ear, hot and smelling faintly of cheap cigarettes and cum. "Leblanc?" she purred, the sound vibrating through him, thick with promise. "I know the way, handsome~" Her free hand slid down, fingers brushing the bulge in his jeans, making him jerk. "C'mon, Makoto'll getcha there nice and quick... maybe even nicer after?" Her giggle was high, empty, and terrifyingly eager.

Makoto’s grip was like hot iron as she practically dragged him through the maze of Yongen-Jaya’s backstreets, her giggling punctuated by breathy promises of what she’d do once they were alone. “Almost there, big boy~” she cooed, her free hand constantly roaming – squeezing his ass, palming his crotch, pinching a nipple through his shirt with startling accuracy despite her vacant, lash-fluttering gaze. She stumbled over a loose cobblestone, her platform heels clacking loudly, but yanked him upright with unnatural strength before he could fall, her huge tits pressing against his arm like overfilled water balloons. “Oopsie! Hehe, clumsy me!” Yet, she navigated the turns with a bizarre, instinctual precision, pulling him past overflowing dumpsters and groups of transformed women engaged in lewd acts under flickering neon signs, her directions a slurry of innuendos that that somehow got them to the Leblanc faster than Ren’s own map ever could. Ren is kind of surprised because he can kinda tell she isn't very smart and is barely holding back from tearing his pants off right here.

The peeling paint of Leblanc’s entryway felt like the last scrap of sanity as Makoto shoved him inside, her giggle echoing in the sudden quiet. Sakura-san stood behind the counter, polishing a cup with slow, deliberate movements. "Sakura-san?" Ren choked out, wrenching his arm free from Makoto’s surprisingly strong grip. She immediately pressed herself against his back, her huge, silicone breasts mashing into his back. "I-I’m Ren Amamiya. I was sent… for probation?" Makoto's eyes lit upon hearing Ren's name for the first time "Ren.....".

Sakura-san blinked slowly, setting the cup down. His gaze drifted past Ren, lingering on Makoto’s exaggerated form with a detached, almost clinical curiosity. "Probation…" he murmured, the word tasting strange on his tongue. "Right.. That was today...." He gestured vaguely towards the stairs. "Room’s upstairs.." He paused, his eyes finally flicking back to Ren, but the usual sharpness that most knew him for was dulled, replaced by a weary resignation. "She can stay too, its pretty normal for around here....." he added, nodding towards Makoto, who squealed and ground herself against Ren’s ass. "Long day. Not in the mood to deal with this, behave yourselves I'll lay down the law in the morning....."

Rem opened his mouth to say something, but Makoto’s tongue was suddenly licking a hot, wet stripe up his neck.