Rai Hikaru glanced up at Nanami Akane, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and said, "Come with me."
With that, he stood up and headed toward a certain spot.
Nanami Akane seemed to realize something, her pretty face turning a vivid crimson, as if blood was about to drip from her pale, tender skin.
Though she hesitated slightly watching him stride off so decisively, she gritted her teeth and followed.
Rai Hikaru felt his pocket vibrate, leading Nanami Akane to an outdoor sink.
Seeing him stop in front of it, Nanami Akane blinked in confusion.
Wasn't this the kind of thing you did in a private room or a secluded grove?
Her first time... and he wanted to go this big?!
Her face burned red as she stammered in surprise, "R-Rai... Rai-kun, it's so open here. Someone could show up any second."
"Are we really doing... that... right here?"
Under her shy, puzzled gaze, Rai Hikaru shook his head.
He said nothing, just turned on the faucet and cupped some water in his palms.
Then, in her utterly baffled stare, he splashed it right onto her face!
"Ah?!"
The icy shock of the cool water hit her face, and Nanami Akane yelped instinctively.
Touching her wet hair tips and soft cheeks, the flush on her face faded under the refreshing chill.
Bewildered, she asked him, "Rai-kun, what... what was that for?"
Rai Hikaru met her eyes steadily, his voice calm. "Simple. You wash your face to clear your head, right? That's all I wanted—for you to snap out of it."
Hearing that, Nanami Akane seemed to catch on.
But before she could speak, Rai Hikaru continued, "I don't want to be some scum like Coach Higashiyama, drugging girls and taking advantage."
"If you really mean it, if you want to give yourself to me, I won't say no. I'm no saintly gentleman."
"But I don't want you doing this in a haze, when it might not even be what you truly want. Got it?"
"We've only known each other a few days, after all."
"And I don't like the idea that you're doing this out of some revenge fantasy against Coach Higashiyama and Katsurase Shoya. The way you said it, I sounded like nothing more than a dildo to pop your cherry."
"I've got my own pride and goals, you know?"
Nanami Akane's face burned with shame as she covered it, nodding frantically. "I'm sorry, Rai-kun! I get it now!"
"Really, I'm so sorry! I was only thinking about myself, my own feelings and frustrations—I didn't consider you at all."
"I just wanted payback on those scumbags Katsurase Shoya and Coach Higashiyama. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm truly sorry, Rai-kun!"
Seeing her on the verge of tears, looking ready to drop to her knees in apology, Rai Hikaru felt like he was CPU-overloading her brain.
He waved it off. "Think it over yourself, Nanami. I'm heading out."
Watching her clutch her face in shame, he figured sticking around would just make her more mortified.
After covering her face in embarrassment for a moment, Nanami Akane realized Rai Hikaru had already turned and left.
She dropped her hands, staring at his retreating back.
The slanting sunset rays stretched his shadow long, impossibly long.
Gazing at that upright silhouette, Nanami Akane fell into a daze.
"Rai-kun's... so damn cool..."
"His looks, the way he's saved me multiple times already—it's all so cool."
"And just now, when I threw myself at him... he turned me down."
She'd always known her massive chest was a huge draw for guys, even if she didn't love it herself.
She'd practically been pressed against him, yet he'd refused.
And those words—he'd utterly melted her heart.
Nanami Akane clutched her heaving bosom; even through her JK uniform and those two massive, soft mounds, she could feel her heart pounding wildly. Like a drumbeat, fierce and powerful—the fastest it'd ever raced since she was born.
Suddenly, it hit her: she was head over heels for Rai Hikaru.
Not that foggy, revenge-fueled offer from before, but real, genuine like and love!
She remembered back at the start of term, how Katsurase Shoya's baseball form had given her a slight flutter.
But looking back, that was just teenage hormones.
This time, though, she felt it crystal clear.
That tall, straight back, the heroic figure who'd saved her from peril time and again—she truly liked him, truly loved him!
Not for revenge or anything else. She just loved this man!
Nanami Akane shot to her feet and dashed after him.
"Rai-kun! I've made up my mind!"
"I like you! I want to give myself—"
But rounding the corner, she found nothing but empty space.
Rai Hikaru was gone.
Nanami Akane stared blankly at the deserted path ahead, sighing.
"Fine, guess it's not happening today."
"But I've figured out my feelings. Tomorrow, I'll tell Rai-kun."
"Whenever he wants me, I'm ready..."
She cradled her heavy, massive breasts, her big eyes sparkling with two pink hearts.
...
...
Meanwhile.
Just outside the school gates, Rai Hikaru checked the rewards from utterly demolishing that NTR bastard Coach Higashiyama.
[Ding! Detected host successfully thwarted NTR Coach Higashiyama's scheme, saved Nanami Akane, and upheld the spirit of pure love!]
[Reward: Pure Love Points +100!]
[Ding! Detected host cleverly locked Coach Higashiyama and Katsurase Shoya in the storage room together, achieving 'Father in Son's Gut' and '菊部下血' feats, upholding the spirit of pure love!]
[Reward: Pure Love Points +200!]
Rai Hikaru nodded in satisfaction at the Pure Love God of War System's breakdown.
Locking those two together had been the right call—way more points than a standard NTR smackdown.
Pretty amusing, really.
Next time, maybe cram a bunch of yellow-hairs in one spot for some fun little games?
The rewards could be massive.
As his mind wandered, another system ping echoed in his head.
[Ding! Detected target Nanami Akane's affection for host has hit max threshold! Host helped her recognize her true feelings, awakening pure love in her heart—a massive promotion of the Pure Love God of War System's ideals, perfectly embodying the pure love warrior spirit!]
[Ding! Congratulations, host! Reward: Pure Love Points +300!]
Rai Hikaru blinked at the sudden alert.
"No way, this too? I just turned her down—how'd her affection skyrocket?!"
He was genuinely thrown by this one. He'd expected the points from crushing Higashiyama and Shoya, but Nanami Akane? Not a chance.
Truth be told, what he'd said to her came from the heart, but he hadn't spilled everything.
Nanami Akane, as the anime's heroine, was a stunner with killer curves.
Her throwing herself at him? Insanely tempting.
Feeling those overdeveloped assets pressed against him, he'd be lying if he said he felt nothing.
But her clouded state—desperate to throw herself away for revenge, self-punishment? That didn't sit right.
He didn't mind being passive; hell, with someone like Mira... cough, or say Yukino Miyako, a mature older woman, he even preferred it sometimes.
But Nanami's situation? Hard pass.
So despite the freebie temptation, he'd shut it down.
Of course, that wasn't even the main reason.
The real kicker? When she'd forced that kiss on him, his phone had been buzzing nonstop in his pocket.
Some maniac blowing up his line, the vibrations numbing his crotch—he wasn't exactly in the mood.
Rai Hikaru pulled out his phone to check the caller.
An unknown number, with like seven, eight, nine, ten missed calls.
Right after Oura Rikka, the Seika Girls' Academy dean, had rung him.
He instantly pegged it: his first client as Seika's special counseling psych teacher, in need of some mind-and-body relief.
Right on cue, it vibrated again.
He snatched the answer button.
The voice on the other end sounded stunned he'd picked up so quick.
After a pause, she said, "Hello, is this Rai Hikaru-sensei, the special psychological counselor for Seika Girls' Academy?"
The voice was melodic and crisp, like a nightingale—soft, sweet, brimming with girlish charm.
No time to savor it, Rai Hikaru replied briskly, "Yes, Rai Hikaru speaking. Who is this?"
"I'm a student at Seika Girls' Academy."
"May I have your name?"
No answer at first, just a huff. "Rai Hikaru-sensei, I called you like a dozen times and you ignored every one till now."
"Even I'm a little mad. So no name for you—tell you when we meet!"
"I'm at the Starbucks on Higashi-Osaka Street. Get over here, now!"
The pleasant voice rattled it off and hung up.
Rai Hikaru stared at the disconnected call, rolling his eyes.
Hadn't been hung up on in ages.
No helping it, though.
This was work. Technically, he was her teacher, she his student to counsel.
But really, she was the client needing psychological and physical relief.
And yeah, he'd dropped the ball—promised Rikka he'd be on call 24/7, left her hanging through a dozen tries.
"Fine, face-to-face it is."
He had no clue which Seika girl it was, but to make up for ghosting her all day, he'd give her top-tier mind-and-body counseling.
That said, if she kept being rude—like hanging up on him—he could always channel some teacher authority, pull out the stick, and discipline the naughty student.
He flagged a cab and headed to the Starbucks she'd named.
...
...
Higashi-Osaka Street, Starbucks.
Salarymen rushed in, grabbed hot coffees to go, and hustled out.
Neon-lit city life moved at breakneck speed—everyone hustling for work, life, whatever.
But at one table inside sat a beautiful girl of about sixteen or seventeen, poised gracefully alone.
Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing a fair, oval face with delicate features. Thin-rimmed glasses perched on her dainty nose, giving her an air of quiet elegance.
Her figure, though, was anything but subdued—a total mismatch to her refined vibe.
She wore a pure white sleeveless dress, bare porcelain arms cradling a book as she read quietly.
The neckline strained against her explosively developed bust, buttons threatening to pop.
The cinched waist made her chest look even more outrageously huge, while her half-seated hips swelled full and plush.
Her legs stretched long and straight beneath the skirt hem, plump without a hint of fat.
Her stunning looks and bombshell body drew constant glances from guys in the cafe—even busy workers stole extra looks.
But she carried an air of high breeding, bookish poise unbroken by the stares, always serene.
No one noticed her toes curling tight against her shoe soles, relaxing, then curling again.
Clearly, her heart wasn't as calm as her facade.
"Damn that psychological counselor! Promised to be on call, but ignored a dozen calls! Pissing me off!" Kisaragi Wakaba sipped elegantly, but her teeth ground in fury.
"That guy's Rai Hikaru, right?"
"Voice sounded young—maybe early thirties?"
"Not some old geezer, thank god."
"But so rude—took that many calls to pick up, no clue when he'll show."
"Wasting everyone's time with his punctuality issues. Hate guys like that."
"And trusting a slacker like him for my counseling, to vent all this massive stress? Reliable?"
"Whatever. Dean Rikka vetted him personally, swears he's legit. I'll give him one shot."
"If he sucks, I'll complain to Rikka and get that Rai Hikaru fired!"
Noble-born heiress Kisaragi Wakaba nibbled her straw with graceful allure, but inwardly she was ranting nonstop.
Five minutes later, as her impatience boiled over, footsteps approached.
She looked up eagerly.
Disappointment flooded her eyes.
Striding toward her was a yellow-haired punk with an earring, radiating delinquent vibes.
No way this thug passed the dean's checks for Seika, an elite academy. Not her guy.
She dropped her gaze, sucking her straw boredly.
He ignored her disinterest, zeroing in.
He set a fresh cappuccino in front of her at the table.
Flashing what he thought was a killer smile, he said, "Hey, beautiful. Mind if I buy you a cappuccino?"
Wakaba sighed, looking up blankly, tone icy. "I have coffee, thanks. No need for your generosity—give it to someone who does."
Undeterred by her chill, he grinned. "Beautiful, I'm Tainai Kotaro. Mind sharing your name?"
No interest in his pickup line, Wakaba ignored him.
Her first reply had just been polite breeding.
Kotaro's eyes flashed irritation at the snub, but he kept smiling. "Cutie, I've been watching you. You've been here at least half an hour. Boyfriend stand you up? I can step in, take you shopping, have fun."
Wakaba eyed him wearily. "Spot on—he's late, and I'm pissed."
"But no swaps. Tainai-san, leave me alone, okay?" She made her rejection crystal clear.
Sure, she was stressed, needed release.
But not with some yellow-haired delinquent. He'd just make her gag, pile on more stress, zero relief.
Dean Rikka had warned them: random hookups could leak, tarnish Seika's rep.
No dating allowed—expulsion on discovery. Pubescent girls under crushing pressure.
Hence the special psych teacher.
But Kotaro wouldn't quit easy. She wasn't just hot-faced and stacked—her aura screamed high-class lady.
Hook her, and he'd be set for life.
Even a one-night score with this heiress? Bragging rights for a year with the boys.
So despite her shutdowns, he kept pestering.
Wakaba, cooped in her elite girls' school, hadn't dealt with many guys.
Her noble upbringing let her respond with poise, but shooing this pest? She drew a blank.
Out for counseling, no bodyguards—had to handle solo.
Fed up after his nagging, she snapped, "Sir, back off, or I'll call the cops!"
Her shout drew stares; Kotaro panicked.
Plan crumbling.
Desperate, he lunged for her wrist.
"Hey, just wanna be friends—no need for that."
She dodged, sensing it coming.
But he pressed, stepping forward to grab her and drag her out.
As Wakaba gripped her scalding coffee, ready to splash his face and stop him—
A slender hand shot in, blocking between them.
Kotaro tried skirting it to grab her.
But the hand clamped his.
"Sir, in public, don't manhandle ladies. Makes things a real headache."
They both whipped around. A handsome black-haired teen grinned at them.
Wakaba's eyes lit up at his striking face.
Classic hero-save damsel—urgent enough, plus sky-high looks. What girl wouldn't swoon?
Kotaro glared at the high-school-looking kid.
"Brat, you're a student, right? I'm an adult. You lecturing your senior?"
"Warning you—let go now!"
"Or I'll—"
"Aaaah! It hurts hurts hurts!!!"
Kotaro tried yapping more.
Rai Hikaru wasn't playing. He wrenched the punk's wrist near double-fold.
Screaming as it felt like snapping, Kotaro drew every eye in the cafe.
Bystanders had seen his harassment—no interventions.
Staff approached to protect business.
Before they arrived, Rai Hikaru hurled the now-parallel-jointed Kotaro to the floor.
"Three seconds. Get out."
His deep, terrifying gaze and unyielding tone—even through the wrist agony—sent Kotaro bowing apologies as he bolted.
With him gone, stares faded, staff retreated.
Wakaba smiled at Rai Hikaru. "Handsome... uh, bro, thanks for chasing off that punk. Would've been trouble otherwise."
She eyed his refined, handsome face intently while thanking him.
That tall, ripped-yet-lean build, face prettier than any she'd seen—her heart sank a bit.
Damn, too bad she was Seika. No dating, instant expulsion!
Otherwise, screw the counselor—date this stud instead.
Fate threw him her way to save her, perfectly her type, body screaming peak health.
Never dated, barely touched guys—Wakaba felt drool pooling.
With him as boyfriend, zero stress, no counselor needed.
Rai Hikaru's sharp eyes had caught her sneaky glances from the start.
Spotting the black-haired bookworm the second he entered, his otaku knowledge ID'd her instantly: Kisaragi Wakaba.
Her soft, phone-matching voice confirmed it—tone aside.
His first Seika client for mind-body relief: this noble miss.
To her thanks, he smiled. "No sweat. My fault you waited so long."
Wakaba frowned. "Bro, wrong girl? Think I'm some online date?"
"Yeah, I'm waiting for someone—special job."
"Never met him, but it ain't you."
She shook her head at him.
She knew Rikka's criteria: counselors for elite Seika had status, reliability—mature men.
In her head, a potbellied middle-aged dude.
Didn't need handsome—just discreet, stress-busting.
This guy was too hot, too young—not him.
Handsome guys didn't need cheesy lines.
Or... ulterior motives? Someone targeting her status to seduce and shame her family?
A host? But no host this fine.
And that punk—a setup for hero play?
Noble brain spun conspiracies; she furrowed her brow.
Rai Hikaru paused at her words and expressions, then got it.
Overthinking much?
He shook his head, pulled his phone, opened call logs.
Pointed to the top row of a dozen red missed calls. "This you?"
Wakaba blinked, peered. "Huh? That's... my number? When'd I call you? We know each other?"
Seeing her brain still lagging, Rai Hikaru grabbed her hand, yanked her from the chair.
Grinning, "Kisaragi Wakaba, the one you're waiting for? Me."
"How'd you know my name? Wait—Dean Rikka told you?! You're—"
It clicked. Eyes sparkling with joy, she blurted, "You're Rai Hikaru-sensei?!!!"
Before he could nod, she lunged, arms around his neck, puckered pink lips planting a smooch on his cheek!
Smack!
Cafe eyes turned.
Rai Hikaru felt awkward as she nearly melted into him, lipstick marks on his face.
But hey, client's the boss— he'd roll with it.
"Crowd here's thick. Let's step out." He whispered in her ear.
"Mm~" Wakaba leaned into his shoulder like a fresh-girlfriend, cooing sweetly.
He let her cling to his arm, those huge softies squishing tight, as they exited Starbucks.
On the street, with her plastered to him, half her body against his—
Rai Hikaru was baffled.
"Kisaragi... Wakaba, you seem..."
"Too eager?" she finished before he could.
"Yeah." He nodded.
Seika was an elite private academy—purebred heiresses.
His eyes pegged her as untouched virgin. Yet knowing his role, she was all over him, zero blush.
Reading his curiosity, she elbowed his chest playfully, grinning. "C'mon, Rai Hikaru-sensei, we both know why we're out here. You're relieving my mind and body, easing stress! Don't play cute—though... I love it!"
She leaned in, kissing his cheek again.
He wiped the lipstick, chuckling helplessly. "Not playing. But Wakaba, don't we ease in gradual-like?"
She rolled her eyes. "Think I'm too forward?"
"But you have no idea how tempting you are!"
Rai Hikaru's mind blanked.
Felt like he was the shy girl, her the wild prowler.
What the—service industry life?
How tempting am I?! Beats me!
He was the guy—why the gender flip?!
Bad end, he was the sub now!
Seeing his stun, Wakaba giggled behind her hand. "Okay, lemme explain, Rai Hikaru-sensei."
"I'm not usually this forward." "Heiress life means keeping up appearances—poise, elegance, y'know."
"But relaxing, venting stress? Time to be me."
"And you just saved me! Super hot, you know that?"
"I almost asked you to be my boyfriend—total heart-throb moment!"
"Plus, I figured the counselor'd be some flabby middle-aged dude."
"But nope—a gorgeous bishounen!"
"You know how thrilled I was realizing you're Rai Hikaru?!"
She darted in, smashing her lips to his—not the cheek this time!
Pedestrians gawked.
Lucky for them, she pulled back after seconds, blushing a tad, dragging him from the crowd.
In a quieter spot, she sighed. "Sorry, Rai Hikaru-sensei, couldn't hold back!"
"Damn, seeing your face heats me up, dizzies my head—wanna pin you down and ravish you..."
Never around guys much, Seika's cutthroat stress, then this prime specimen—natural magnet.
Rai Hikaru eyed her burning gaze, sighing. "Gets it now. No wonder your dean's hooking you up for stress relief."
"You girls are... feral."
"Oh, Wakaba—drop the 'sensei.' Feels off—I'm not your regular teacher. Call me Rai-kun or something smoother."
She beamed. "Got it, Rai～kun～!"
"Then you drop 'classmate.' Too distant—call me Wakaba, or just Ba."
Rai Hikaru mouthed Ba? Daddy?!
He shook his head. "Ba's weird. How 'bout Little Ba?"
She grinned. "Love it—family calls me that!"
She hugged his arm tight, plush body rubbing up.
Rai Hikaru hadn't expected this.
The girl who'd rage-hung up, name-withheld? Now clingy as a girlfriend.
Like he'd scored a cute one.
Wakaba sighed dreamily. "Rai-kun, that was my first kiss, y'know."
"But you seemed pretty green—no experience?"
Rai Hikaru deadpanned.
Dude, public street, crowds everywhere.
Hugging and smooching was pushing it—full makeout? Instant viral.
She was Seika elite, him part-time counselor.
Exposure? Disaster.
So he'd stayed passive, let her lead.
Now dissed for inexperience.
Her doubting 'you sure you can handle it?' look irked him.
Grabbing her arm, "Follow me."
He pulled her into a mall restroom.
...
With silver-tongued finesse, Rai Hikaru convinced her quick.
Emerging, Wakaba's fair cheeks glowed with shy red.
He glanced back, smirking. "Little Ba, learned your lesson?"
She nodded vigorously. "Aba aba aba... Aba knows better now, Rai-kun's amazing!"
That gibberish from her daze, now her cutesy catchphrase after he teased her.
"Good. Lesson sunk in—let's shop." He said.
But she tugged his sleeve, shaking her head. "First... Uniqlo."
He raised a brow. "New clothes?"
She shook her head, then nodded. "Not lacking outfits. But in the bathroom earlier... skirt got wet. Dirty. Uncomfy if I don't change..."
He eyed her shifty gaze, cottoning on.
"Gotcha. Uniqlo it is!"
Soon, he escorted her to buy and swap into a fresh dress—pure white again, her killer figure making it stunning.
Next up: street wandering, milk tea, snacks—like a couple on a date.
After looping the mall, munching snacks, they hit a park bench.
Wakaba forked takoyaki, popping one, sighing. "Rai-kun, thought counseling meant full mind-body release for stress relief."
"Wrong—don't even need the full thing."
"Exams looming, was so tense. But just strolling, playing with you? Stress gone. So happy—feels like no release needed."
Rai Hikaru smiled noncommittally. "That so? Lucky break."
She grinned. "Yeah! Open up, ahh—takoyaki time."
Ditching the fork, she lip-speared one, eyes signaling.
He leaned in, mouth catching it—sharing the bite.
They alternated, box emptied fast.
Diet-conscious Wakaba usually skimped, but craved three more boxes.
Eating with him? Pure bliss.
As she pondered more snacks—
Five or six dyed-hair punks swarmed the park, closing in.
Sharp-eyed Wakaba clocked their malice quick.
Rai Hikaru spotted faster.
Leading them? Familiar face: cafe punk Tainai Kotaro, right arm bandaged, left gripping a bat.
"Oi! High-school punk—remember me? Huh?!" Kotaro, bold with backup, barked.
Rai Hikaru and Wakaba stayed chill.
Him? Veteran yellow-hair/NTR slayer—dozens down, zero ripples.
Her? Noble steel—unfazed.
Safety first, though; she whispered, "Rai-kun, run with me? You're tough, but numbers and weapons..."
"Live to fight another day."
He shook his head.
Ignored, Kotaro raged. "Hey! Kid, hear me?! Answer!"
"Kneel, apologize, hand over the babe—I might spare ya. Otherwise, you're done when we start!"
His crew hooted support.
Rai Hikaru had work— no time for trash.
He signaled Wakaba to chill, then under their weird stares, bent, scooped a fist-sized rock.
Squeezed and rubbed it in his palm.
The solid stone crumbled to dust, scattering.
Shrinking till gone.
Jaws dropped—Kotaro's gang, Wakaba, all stunned silent.
Punks especially—breath held.
"Kotaro... uh, got stuff—catch ya later!"
"Kotaro-kun, mom's calling for dinner!"
"Urgent piss—out!"
They bolted pale-faced.
Kotaro yanked them. "Wait! Props—bluff!"
Bullshit logic, but that stone-to-sand demo? Crystal clear, inhuman terror.
Real or not—run!
Couldn't hold his crew, Kotaro turned to flee.
A rock cracked his knee pit—he crumpled sideways.
"Hey, Kotaro-kun, weren't you demanding I kneel? Why not stand?" Rai Hikaru approached smiling.
"Sorry big bro! My bad! Sorry! Sumimasen! Blind idiot—let me go!"
Kotaro shuddered at the grin.
Rai Hikaru sized him: bottom-tier even among punks. Maybe below Kenjiro, the rooftop boss he'd offed recently.
Still, scum like this racked sins. Hunting them here so quick, spitting bully lines flawlessly.
World crawling with yellow-hairs.
No mercy—Rai Hikaru stomped his crotch hard.
Kotaro's wail; shoe got bloodied despite dodging.
Sigh—switch tools.
He grabbed Kotaro's dropped hardwood bat, hefted it—decent weight.
No pause—frenzied barrage on the groin, Teochew-style chicken meatball pounding.
Seconds later, Kotaro passed out, lower half a bloody pulp from crotch to thighs.
Rai Hikaru ditched the bat.
No more crimes down there—gone.
Likely paraplegic, wheelchair life.
Worst case, veggie.
[Ding! Congratulations, host! Delivered justice, beat delinquent yellow-hair Tainai Kotaro, punished evil, promoted good, upheld pure love spirit.]
[Reward: Pure Love Points +20]
Low yield—weak threat, no heroine plot tie. Wild mob trash.
Hence the stone demo over dirty hands.
Back to Wakaba, he caught her staring blankly. Smiling, "Scared by that?"
She shook her head fast. "No way—you protected me. They deserved it!"
"Just... your strength! Insane!"
"And that bat speed... too fast!"
"Hiss... I... I'm getting wet..."
Blushing, she clung to his arm for support.
He steadied her, guiding away from the chicken-mash park.
Leaning on him, Wakaba replayed his cool calm against the punks, that sand-crushing power.
Slightly chubby—soft belly—but slim waist, meat piled on chest, hips, thighs: fertile allure, guys' ideal plump.
Heavier than average teen girl, sure.
His pretty face had her doubting his strength.
Now, feeling those ripped arm muscles, her breaths grew heavy.
"Rai-kun, you're so strong. Bet you could scoop me up easy, like in movies?" she blurted.
He paused. "That flick an action one?"
Nod. "Yeah... action, with romance bits."
Tone off, he grinned. "Tired? Want a hug?"
Nod. "Walked too much."
She eyed a nearby five-star hotel.
"Thirsty? Drink spot?"
"Or piggyback—princess carry?"
Service with patience—paid gig, and she was sweet.
Smirking, she pointed at the hotel. "Rest there. Time for my special counselor to guide this student—mind-body relief, stress dump."
He chuckled. "Weren't you just saying no full relief needed?"
She swatted playfully. "You're evil."
"Blame you—too hot, stirring my study lust!"
She pounced, smashing lips to his.
Hotel staff gaped at the steamy teens making out curbside.
Snapping to, a waitress coughed.
"Ahem!"
Wakaba parted reluctantly.
Rai Hikaru took her hand, grinning. "Why rush? Public displays ain't classy—save it for the room."
She stuck her tongue out. "Held 'heiress elegant' too long. Can't help it with you."
Quickly, they booked a room.
Rai Hikaru pondered first-time techniques for her novice self.
Barely in, jacket still on, mid-thought—
Her soft, curvy body tackled him down.
On the bed, her straddling above, he laughed. "So eager, Little Ba?"
Pitiful tone: "Exams soon—stress killing me. Need your relief now, Rai-kun."
As she unbuttoned his shirt, he stopped her hand.
"Hold up."
"Hm?" She blinked.
"Sweaty from a busy day—sticky, gross."
"Shower first."
"First gig for me, first time for you."
"Wanna make it perfect—or I'm a crap reliever."
She nodded eagerly, smooched him, then dashed to bathe solo.
Under the spray, rinsing fast, Wakaba's nerves fluttered.
Heiress life: ironclad etiquette, zero dating.
Hand-holding, kissing, solo guy dates—all firsts.
Today's relief? Ditto.
Acted bold for him, but girls fret. Lucky—he was sweet, comfy.
Toweled out, she dove into his arms.
He peeled her off, claiming her lips.
Stunned, she gasped. "Whoa, tongues like that? You're pro, Rai-kun!"
He grinned. "Me? You're the pro—lips sealed, still yapping."
Giggling hand-to-mouth: "Why not... aaaah!!!"
Her flailing hand hit the outlet—zap!
Body jolted, speech slurred, silenced.
Rai Hikaru scooped her flat on the bed. "You okay?"
Panting recovery, she shook head. "F-Fine... sorry, laughed at me. Tripped into the socket—like electric eels from kid nature shows. Wild shock..."
He stroked her silky hair, smiling. "Zaps relieve stress too."
"True, Rai-kun. But skip that—real, proper session!"
He pulled "textbook," grinning. "Alright, illiterate babe—psych lesson time. Habit first: pen cap on, saves wear for writing."
"Got your pen? Cap?"
She rummaged her bag, empty hands. "Nope."
He patted pockets. "Rushed here—no prep."
Inspiration hit; she dug the nightstand.
"Score! 0.01 pen cap—good for writing!"
He laughed. "Perfect—cap the pen."
She eyed him. "Who's teaching who? Lousy counselor."
Complaining, she still fitted it on.
"Teach me to write." Stars in eyes.
"Wait... too small. Super jumbo pen—ripping... yep, busted."
She sighed. "Rai-kun, you're trouble. Biggest size available—no bigger."
"Skip it? Doesn't block learning. Quote: 'Dumb kids hoard supplies.'"
"We're top students, right?"
He nodded. "If you're cool, sure."
"First lesson, first relief—no cap's perfect."
Moments later.
Phone buzzed bedside.
Wakaba elbowed him—answer.
He shook head: "Nah."
"Take it—no biggie."
Relenting, he grabbed it.
Shinomiya Natsuka calling.
"Hey, Rai-kun? Dinner tonight? What's that noise—weird sounds, running? Breathing ragged."
Calm as ice: "Gym workout."
"Oh, okay. Don't overdo."
Mid-advice, her moan cut in—for both ears.
"Uh, Rai-kun—easy, hurts."
Natsuka's face greened remotely.
"Rai-kun, you two..."
He cut in fast: "Gym side-gig, stretching a client. Talk later—home tonight."
Hung up, glaring at smirking Wakaba below. "On purpose?"
Grin. "Nah—who's fault for sloppy stretch, hurting me?"
"You did it."
Pouting: "Guilty!"
"Poor work ethic—my relief time, phone blowing up!"
"Your girlfriend? Wanted to piss her off!"
"Jealous! On purpose, hmph!"
Laughing, he leaned down. "Admit it, huh? Love lessons? Feel ignored? I'll tutor you proper!"
"Dump every ounce of school stress!!!"