Three hours later.
Rai Hikaru scooped up Yukino Fumiyuki—still twitching from her slip-and-fall, body aching—and laid her on the sofa.
He toweled off, stepped out of the bathroom.
Dropped onto the living room sofa, lit a Kidney Treasure cigarette, cracked open a Roulette Wheel special Nutrition Line, chugged a big swig, and finally exhaled slow.
"Dawei Tianlong! Demon-slaying's a real stamina drain. At least I've patched up the essence I burned practicing."
Rai eyed Yukino beside him—freshly carried out, still quivering faintly on the sofa from her bathroom tumble—and sighed.
No denying it: snow woman or not, Yukino was leagues beyond regular humans.
Just two or three hours of "practice" with her, and it felt tougher than six or seven with Principal Ooro Rokuka.
Right there in the tub, Yukino had broken down her snow woman powers in detail.
Not just talk—she demoed live.
Pretty much as Rai figured: conjuring snow and ice from thin air, combat beast mode.
Even with his beefed-up physique and master-level skills, it'd be a straight 50/50 scrap.
Her show turned the tub into a freeze-melt frenzy.
Icy blasts mixed with scorching waves—ice-fire hell, pinning even master-stick Rai in place sometimes.
Maybe starved for a real fight, Yukino went full snow woman post-demo, lunging at him.
Good thing Rai's stats crushed mortals—edged out many subhumans—with master stick and halberd arts holding the line for a deadlock. Otherwise? Might've folded.
But he endured.
Quickly flipped to counterattack.
Yukino, the legendary snow woman? Started flagging hard.
"Yukino-chan, you okay?"
Rai patted her silky back softly.
Yukino—overpowered from power overuse, eyes rolled back—snapped to at his worried gaze. "I... yeah, I'm fine."
"Just... wanna be held by Rai-kun some more..."
Rai pulled her into his lap, eyeing her skeptically. "For real? Cool, time for some human world lessons then."
"Mm... yeah!"
A flicker of instinctive dread crossed her eyes, but Yukino nodded eagerly anyway.
Learning from Rai was pure bliss, pure happiness.
In their "battle," Rai clocked Yukino's snow woman talent as top-tier.
But pure instinct fighter—no technique, raw and clumsy. Annoyed him.
Plus, snow woman or widow, her human knowledge was laughably sparse.
Rai figured her age meant worldly wisdom.
Nope. Zero human integration—total illiterate, blank slate, clueless as hell.
In his book? Not all bad.
Hell, bonus points.
Perfect genius pupils were fun.
But handcrafting a knowledge-zero scrub into a walking encyclopedia? For his personal service? Chef's kiss.
Spotting her gaps, Rai went full tutor—dumping his full arsenal.
Yukino: snow woman cred built over a decade-plus solo grind, drowning in loneliness forever.
So even dry human trivia in his pop-up classroom? She devoured it, no complaints.
First session done, she begged for a dozen more.
Teacher-mode Rai whipped out the mental encyclopedia, touring her human home corner-by-corner, drilling knowledge points.
Subhuman newbie Yukino: human world = alien tech, first contact everywhere.
Rai led her to the living room, pointed at the sofa. "This is a sofa. Nap here, lounge and watch TV. Got it?"
Timid Yukino burrowed into his arms, nodding shyly. "Sofa... for sitting. Got it."
To the balcony, tapping the glass. "One-way mirror balcony. Outsiders can't peep in, but you see out."
"Do fun stuff here you wouldn't in public—yoga, workouts, thrilling vibes. Clear?"
Yukino nodded obediently. "Mm, one-way balcony for yoga, exercise. Got it."
Kitchen next. "Cooking zone. No funny business. Apron up—cooking gear."
Yukino tied it on. Her voluptuous curves against the apron? Criminally hot.
Rai swallowed hard, zoned out a sec.
"Rai-kun, I suck at cooking. Teach me here?"
Yukino grabbed tools, realized her fail, draped over the counter—head propped on hand, ass popped out—pleading back at him.
Rai stepped behind, gripped her hand and spatula.
"Steady up. Stir-fry's easy. I'll guide—learn slow."
"Master the rhythm: not too frantic, not sluggish. Feel it."
"Fire medium—no charring. Heat control's key."
"Gimme the spatula. Slow demo."
"First: stir-fried spicy chicken. Simple. Burn chicken in hot wok, fry till juicy—tender, flavorful."
"Add seasonings, ginger, garlic, scallions. Pro tip: white ginger for that sweet-spicy kick."
"Follow?"
Rai's rapid-fire Chinese cooking rundown nuked Yukino's newbie Neon snow woman brain.
Math-class headache, limbs twitching, eyes rolling.
But last line? She snapped to. "Y-Yeah! Crystal clear!"
No way she'd look useless on basics.
Rai nodded. "Good. Apron stays. Next dish."
"Seafood in the house?"
"Yep, bottom cabinet." Yukino nodded cute.
Rai crouched, rummaging while lecturing. "Scallop cheese shrimp noodles."
"Easy: prime fresh scallops first."
"Add pepper to draw out shrimp noodle juices, cheese-fry the works. Stamina? Stew then fry."
"White sauce achieved? Stew to finish—plate up."
"Got it?"
Yukino locked in hard, brain frying, breath hitching—but nodded fierce. "Mm! Thanks, Rai-kun! I... mastered it!"
Her dedication? Rare win for Rai.
Snow subhuman, but study ethic A+.
Overkill focus fried her pig brain.
Midway, snow powers leaked—freezing spots accidental.
Ice melted to floods: sofa, balcony, kitchen. Cleanup nightmare.
While Rai griped—
Yukino hurt too.
Thought her snow woman thirst hoarded endless curiosity, enough to monopolize teacher Rai.
Nope. Capacity capped.
Or underestimated his teaching grind.
Rai blazed through her questions.
Now? Brain empty, digesting the "cheese" dumped in body and mind.
As Yukino wilted—
Bang bang bang! Door pounded.
Furious yell rode the knocks. "Yukino Fumiyuki! Steal the teacher, fine—open up!"
"You! I was cool sharing Rai-kun awhile, but hours?!"
"Four, five? Sky's black!!!"
"One yank and hog for hours—you widow got no shame?! Gimme my Rai-kun back!"
Apartment insulation iffy. This floor: just Yukino and Natsuka left, empty units right across stairs.
Rai's loud lessons? No outsiders heard.
But next-door Natsuka? Every word crystal.
Academic masochist like her? Pure torment.
Hence the door-smash, raid for prime teacher recovery.
"Miss Yukino, you're tapped—I'll soothe her, tutor Natsuka next."
Rai told the sofa-slumped Yukino—study-fried, finger-lazy, twitching with rolled eyes.
"Mm... o-okay!"
Yukino sighed helpless.
Watched Rai open up, Natsuka joy-pounce into his arms.
Jealousy soured her gut.
Natsuka started first, sure.
But she loved Rai, addicted to lessons!
"Sigh! Too weak!"
"Gotta level up—beg more lessons, cooking from Rai-kun!"
Yukino vowed silently.
Meanwhile, Rai hauled Natsuka home for her session.
But her scrub aptitude lagged Yukino's—soon whined overload.
Yukino claimed cheese digested, demanded more.
Rai ping-ponged.
Neon banned cram schools—night runs only, stealth mode.
Alternate: hour snow subhuman snow woman, hour succu-like Natsuka.
Breaks? Gamified learning—roleplay interludes.
With Yukino: human lost in blizzard, snow woman saves, cozy till wedding eve—spots her true form, tries dump.
Pissed snow woman ties him, tortures to death cruel-style.
With Natsuka: human plunges abyss hell, meets pure succubus in peril—nest-homed.
But succu plots murder, squeezes human knowledge dry or kill—countered, human slays.
Rai slaved crafting these edutainment games atop core curriculum. Headache city.
He tried hard.
Thus shuttling till dawn cracked.
Finally snapped.
Dragged both—anti-joint-lesson protests be damned—to one room!
Blackboard out, dual lecture.
Power of numbers: solo Natsuka or Yukino? Capacity limited, Rai frustrated.
Duo? Matched him.
Synced perfect—one sparks all.
Under Rai's crush, rivals allied, anti-teacher front.
Fought back even.
Their teamwork, rapid gains? Rai poured it all, taught to fish.
They repaid floods for drops—grind nonstop.
Minimal slacking, even together.
Rai drilled till total collapse.
Exhausted himself, crashed with them.
...
...
Next day.
Sun high.
Blazing rays pierced curtains, bathing Rai and bedmates Yukino, Natsuka.
Rai rose, dressed, to half-lidded Yukino. "Yukino-chan, walk you home? More lessons if you want."
Last night for joint study: Yukino to Natsuka's bed.
Yukino shook weakly. "Nah... lemme lie here, Rai-kun."
"Yesterday's lessons... wrecked me..."
To Natsuka, same peepers. "You?"
Natsuka shook frantic. "No no! No more for now—your classes kill, I can't!"
Rai sighed. "Fine. School for me—fake a sick day for you. Study at home, no slacking."
Natsuka glared, pouty. "Blame teacher's style..."
"Eh! Not like that—too good! Won't slack!"
Meant to gripe, but Rai's belt-pause froze her—slide-kneel surrender.
Rai chuckled, bounced.
Whipped up breakfast, solo-split, headed out.
...
...
Overslept from late cram.
Rai cabbed—late anyway.
Rearview: bags under eyes.
"Lesson grind fallout." Wry grin.
"Gotta push physique harder. Holds now, but schedule it."
Flashback: dual-tutoring.
One-on-one? Breeze, full control.
Even tandem? Edge of ease, but pressure crept.
Yukino's widow celibacy or snow cred overload? Knowledge thirst insane, all-day study fiend.
Snow gifts pressured even him.
Don't sleep on Natsuka—anime girl stock, near-succu growth monster.
Aptitude strong; Yukino start lead, future unknown.
"Stage now? Yukino edges, max pressure."
"Ice-snow conjure, melt to endless floods."
"Good my base tanks—else..."
Rai shook head at her talent.
His superhuman cheese reserves saved him.
Normie bod, full-dump style? Drained dry regardless.
"My gains solid, but hers rocket. One night overtook Natsuka. Yeah—physique up or booze-and-babes wreck me."
"Hunt netorare chumps, farm points."
"Hope school's crawling today."
School for Rai = netorare beatdowns, point farms.
World infested, but campus densest easy-pick.
Why else bother attending?
"Check Pure Love Points!"
Forgot last night's haul amid grind.
"Takahashi scraps? Dozens—chump change."
"Yeah, zero-win zero-threat—even sans me, Yukino owns."
"But that ring... yesterday he bailed unknown—would've ended him."
Rai shook head.
"Now Natsuka, Yukino Pure Love marked—props buffed heavy. No sweat."
"Takahashi twitches plan? I ping, instant delete."
"Bigger win: Yukino confession 1000 points!"
Guessed snow youkai premium.
Norm waifu Natsuka? Hundreds max.
Jackpot either way.
System open for adds and spins—changes hit.
[Ding! Assisted two heroines netorare-free, 2000+ Pure Love Points cumulative—system minor upgrade!]
[Ding! Daily five-stat add points up: 1→2!]
[Ding! Host's pure love vibes upgraded Pure Love Halo!]
[New passive: Coin Burst!]
[Coin Burst: Netorare strikes drop random stat points. Pick up for self-adds.]
"Huh? System levels? Small buff, still dope."
"1-to-2 doubles daily base."
"But redeem 10/day = 100 Points steady burn."
"Budget tight—no, farm more chumps."
No hesitation: 100 Points for 10 adds. Two each to body, power, speed, reflex, essence.
Instant rush—yesterday's drag? Gone, tiger mode.
"Now, halo passive."
"Coin Burst?"
"Weird name, practical gold. Chump drops speed my grind."
Nod satisfied, four Roulette spins.
[Ding! Kidney Treasure Nutrition Line x9!]
[Kidney Treasure Nutrition Line: Post-nut chug, refuel essence, kill fatigue!]
[Ding! Master Cooking!]
[Ding! Master Painting!]
[Ding!...]
Stopped at four—saved 500+ for redeems/props.
No new toys, no combats.
All lifestyle: cooking, painting, driving.
Meh.
Guaranteed shift cigs→Nutrition Line? Health kick maybe. Post-game chugs solid.
Cab hit school gate post-tardy lock.
Rai wall-vaulted pro.
Landed—surprise.
JK beauty nearby, gawking his effortless flip.
Eyes wide, hand clamped on mouth.
Rai ignored, but passing—her blurted awe.
"You're insane! That wall... you just vaulted it."
Black long-straight girl, first-chat nerves: stutter city, skirt-twiddling.
Rai skipped at first, but her vibe piqued.
Casual: "Yeah. Late wall-climb too?"
She jolted at his reply, step-back.
"Not... no, can't jump that."
"Transfer, just processed—late."
Rai nodded flat. "Oh."
Bounced—second period imminent.
Girl cute, sure—rare pure youth type, killer looks, prime-schoolgirl pure-cute style.
Class letter-magnet.
But Rai: Mira-mom and twin-daughter face-bombed immune.
Fresh off stacked Yukino/Natsuka bed romp—no stir.
Beauty-proof.
Plus plain bod—not Yukino demon-tier curves.
Yawn.
Rai strolled off nonchalant.
Watched him ghost sans chat? Girl tugged black lock, lip-bite, muttered.
"Guess this look's off for me?"
"Back to glasses, braids, old me?"
Face twisted.
"Also... that guy... hot af..."
Meanwhile.
Rai classroom-bound.
Sat—second bell rang.
No first-period heat—school lax vs. past life.
Good—strict = no rampant chumps.
Their damage dwarfed skips.
Rai glanced up: stacked homeroom teacher Tsukishima Hibiki strode in.
Not her usual ice-start lecture. Clapped, beckoned door girl.
"Class, meet our new transfer. Joining us."
"Greet everyone, get acquainted."
Buzz erupted.
"Waah! Transfer cutie!"
"Pure adorable! My type!"
"Black long-straight pure stunner—heart eyes!"
Rai peeked: wall girl.
Fate? Meh.
Chump-hunt mode only.
Podium girl intro.
"Hi, Yoshida Saki."
"Hobbies: reading, shop... uh, shopping."
"Pleasure from here on!"
Head high, confident poise—night-day from Rai-wall timid.
Rai, dozing prep? Head snapped up at her voice.
No way!
Yoshida Saki?!
Black straight = Yoshida Saki?!
Sleep? Vanished!
Rai locked eyes.
Pure face hid familiar traces.
Faces merged—perfect overlap!
Yup. Her.
Netorare radar +1!
Nice one, transfer Yoshida Saki.
Sensed his stare, she glanced—eyes locked, she flinched shy, broke away.
Too timid for shojo hot-guy trope—felt clownish.
Rai retracted gaze. No spook.
Fateful.
Tsukishima eyed empties, pointed Rai's front. "Yoshida, there—Rai Hikaru's ahead."
Pre-spoke, objections flew.
Kurumi Itaru: "Wait, Tsukishima-sensei! Swap with me? My spot's warmer—newbie friendly!"
"Rai-kun's icy antisocial—not integration vibes. Lemme front-back him!"
Sasaki Yukina: "Nah, me and Yoshida swap—mine's prime!"
Hamazaki Reina: "Quit hogging! Mine's perfect for her—Yoshida, swap!"
Gyaru trio sparked 7-8 more girls—Rai's stealth class-hunk status, girl-fav secret.
Tsukishima boomed. "Shut it—all!"
Gal pack silenced.
"School your playground? Swaps on whim? My call!"
"Go, Yoshida."
Yoshida jolted at flare-up. "Y-Yes! Right away!"
Seated, bag down, thought: Rai-kun popular af.
Three galus + girls fighting for this seat? Lucky?
Rai was stupid hot—hotter than her galge protags.
Plus wall fate... friend trial?
Saki mustered guts, twisted back. "H-Hey! Rai... Rai-kun, hi."
Rai polite nod. "Hey, Yoshida."
"Uh..."
Greet spent, Saki blanked.
Wanted friends bad.
Wall flip = badass hot.
Today fate, desk fate—divine sign?
Retry courage: "Um, Rai-kun... what books you reading lately?"
Book hook planned.
Rai phone-chatted, polite glance. "Lately? Spring and Autumn."
"Sp-Spring... Au-Autumn...?" Saki blanked.
New LN? Manga?
Never heard!
No follow-up ammo.
Chat-newbie jammed.
Rai head-down typing, she clammed—pout-front, chin-propped stare.
Like the girls said: ice-cold, aloof.
Girl initiates, zero reciprocate.
Ugh, chat-suck! Thought friends—nah, mismatch.
Sigh, hot but frosty.
Timid Saki bottled gripes, mini-rants swirling.