Two hours later.
After Rai Hikaru's tireless plowing and relentless mind-body counseling,
Kisaragi Wakaba's monumental stress had finally gushed out like a waterfall, fully vented.
Watching her now twitching uncontrollably from over-counseling—sprained ankle cramping in agony, eyes rolling back white—
Rai Hikaru quickly massaged her, easing her spasms.
It helped a bit, but not much.
Confirming she was still breathing, he wiped the drool spilling from her mouth.
Then fetched warm milk, feeding her sip by sip through a straw.
Only after she was full—regurgitating a little—
Did he finally relax and sit back.
Nourished Wakaba gradually regained her senses.
"Feeling better?" Rai Hikaru asked with concern.
Wakaba wiped fresh milk from her lips, nestling weakly into his arms. "Mm... yeah, a bit."
"Exhausted as hell, but my stress? Totally gone— you drained it all!"
"Thanks so much, Rai-kun!"
He held her, stroking her smooth back and ruffling her hair. "Glad you're satisfied."
She melted into it, savoring his comfort quietly.
A good while later,
She fully recovered.
Slipping from his embrace, she glanced down, pouting reproachfully. "Rai-kun, you're so rough."
"My brand-new fountain pen—you wrecked it! Ink cartridge's busted out!"
"I baby that thing—no one touches it, and even I handle it super careful!"
He pinched her heiress-soft cheek, grinning. "Your fault—you mocked me for not taking you serious, egged me on. This? Consequences."
Wakaba clutched his hand, shaking it coquettishly. "Aww, I know I messed up!"
"Won't happen again—forgive me? Fix the pen, then hit you up for lessons and more relief, kay?"
Seeing this poised lady groveling cutely, Rai Hikaru chuckled assent.
"Fine, forgiven."
She beamed, giggling. "We're both sweaty—shower together!"
"Sure." He agreed.
"Ow!" She flinched mid-move, ankle stabbing pain.
Big watery eyes pleading: "Sprained bad—hurts, can't walk."
He scooped her up princess-style. "Got you—I'll carry."
Into the tub they went.
Side by side, soaping each other up.
Eyeing her newfound sultry gaze,
Rai Hikaru smiled. "Counseling session, mind-body relief—happy with the results?"
Nod. "Thrilled! Beyond thrilled!"
He grinned.
Then she leaned into him. "But super satisfied aside... one thing to tell you."
"Hm?" Curious. "Shoot."
"First, a question."
"Ask away."
"Rai Hikaru, this your first Seika student counseling gig?"
Nod. "Yup—signed with Dean Rikka days ago. You're my inaugural client."
Joy lit her face.
Cuddling closer, finger circling his chest: "Can't hold back—gotta confess. Beyond loving your relief skills, I love you."
"Today's sealed it—I like you. For real, no joke."
"Rescue at the cafe? Didn't even know who you were—heart skipped."
"Everything since? Pure butterflies and joy."
"Love books—you're a walking encyclopedia, matching me word-for-word. First guy I vibe with like this."
"And you're... so damn good..."
"Body and mind? Obsessed."
"Can't live without you anymore..."
"Not just relief client—I want more. Can't imagine life without you."
She paused; Rai Hikaru waited, sensing more.
After ten seconds, resolve hardened: "Rai-kun, quit this job. Date me—be my boyfriend. I like you. I'm in love!"
Rai Hikaru smiled faintly.
Grinning back: "Quit, huh? You'll support me?"
Eyes locked, dead serious: "Yes! I'll support you!"
He laughed harder.
Damn, Little Ba—public bike, and you wanna lock it private?
"You get it? Shared ride, but you wanna chain it down."
Wakaba blinked. "Huh?"
No clue on the meme.
He tweaked her soft cheek. "Nah, not doubting your heart."
"No sugar baby vibes here. Wanna keep working."
"Signed contract with your dean—can't bail."
"Penalty fee? Even a heiress like you couldn't swing it."
She pouted unhappily but conceded the logic, dropping it.
Then arms around his waist: "Step back then—can't hog you, but can't quit you."
"Show up when I need? And no forgetting me, no matter how many other stressed girls you counsel."
"Gotta see you often."
"Stress is killer—need regular relief."
He petted her head, smiling. "Deal. Call for relief, I'm there."
She hugged tight, ecstatic. "Perfect! You're my one and only forever!"
Puckering up for his cheek—
Seeing the heiress dare provoke again,
Rai Hikaru counterattacked fiercely.
Soon Wakaba goldfished in the tub, babbling "Aba aba aba..."
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...
Hours later.
Rai Hikaru and Wakaba exited the suite.
Checked out downstairs,
Then left the hotel.
She hailed a cab, about to go—
He stopped her.
"Hold up, Little Ba."
Puzzled: "Hm? Something else, Rai-kun?"
Grin. "Dropping you at Seika—first job done, report to Dean Rikka."
He hopped in.
She lit up.
Soon, at Seika gates.
Disembarking, they bumped into returning Rikka—out on business.
"Dean."
"Good evening, Dean!"
Greetings in sync.
Rikka turned, surprised but quick on uptake.
Nodded warmly to Rai Hikaru,
Then to Wakaba: "First relief session—how'd it go?"
Dean's direct ask, him right there—
Wakaba blushed, head down: "Uh... it... was... great! Stress? Vanished!"
Rikka smiled. "Good you're pleased. Back quick—I just grabbed mock midterms. Was gonna skip you."
"But perfect timing—if you're up for it, join the exam."
Nod. "Yeah! Feeling sharper than ever!"
"No review today, but clearer than after cramming!"
Reluctant glances at Rai Hikaru, then jogged to class building.
Rikka to him: "My office."
He followed gladly.
In the familiar dean office,
Rikka didn't throne her authority chair—just perched ass-half on desk, stocking-clad legs dangling.
Eyes twinkling: "First counseling gig done—thoughts?"
He smiled. "Smooth. Inexperienced girls like her? Easy—stress vents quick and total."
"Meaning top-tier results?" She grinned.
"My word's no good—quiz Wakaba yourself."
Deep smile: "Trust you, Rai-kun. But wanna test you personally. Game?"
Smile back: "Always."
Done speaking.
She settled in her chair, face stern, work-mode serious.
But her pale hand crooked a beckoning finger at him.
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...
Two hours later.
Rai Hikaru pocketed the 1.5-million-yen card, blissed-out from the office.
The 500k split: 1 mil for Wakaba relief plus Rikka's promised bonus.
Extra 500k? Post her "test"—satisfied, then his massage fixed her sprained-ankle spasms and eye-rolling pain.
Relief plus cure fee.
Easy cash—Rai Hikaru content.
Hard work's reward.
Humming, escorted respectfully by her secretary to the elevator, homeward.
Her personal black-stockinged stunner treated him deferential—knew he was Rikka's favored guest.
She fawned, hit elevator for him.
He chatted idly with the beauty while waiting.
Someone using it—short wait, doors parted.
He stepped forward instinctively.
But the usually empty elevator held a figure.
Rai Hikaru halted, backed off.
A curvaceous blonde emerged—opulent heiress aura.
He blinked, then grinned. "Yo, if it isn't Student Council Prez Louisa. Small world—second visit, second sighting. Fate?"
Fresh from elevator, arms full of papers, Louisa paused at her name.
Turning, spotting him: stun, then scowl.
"You again!"
"Rai—Hi—ka—ru!"
"Don't wanna be fated with you!"
Spotting his black high-limit card: fury peaked.
Jabbing finger: "That card—dean's payout, right? No shame? No guilt taking dirty money?"
He eyed her oddly. "Earned it—labor, skill. Why guilt?"
"You're the heiress—zero production, yet elite Seika tuition, prez gig. No qualms?"
"You don't guilt-trip, so why should I—a hardworking student moonlighting to subsidize family? Model citizen."
"You...!!!" Silver teeth clenched, glaring daggers.
Stumped for rebuttal, she stomped— heaving peaks quaking, lungs near-burst.
Jabbing his face: "Twist it how you want—you're wrong! Aiding the dean's tyranny! Incorrigible scum!"
Rai Hikaru in elevator, door-close hit.
Ignored the daddy-issues twisted heiress—no reply, just waved bye-bye with a smile.
Her rage exploded.
Furious jab: "Wait! I'll stop this travesty—no easy filthy cash for you!"
"I'll make you pay!"
His impish tongue-blep mocked her impotent fury.
Lungs erupting: "Just you wait! I'll crush you filthy lowlife underfoot, grind you to mud—show you the gulf between Rai Hikaru and me!"
Shrug. "Looking forward, Miss Louisa."
Doors sealed slow; his face chill ease.
Other side, Louisa gnashed—proud swells heaving like quakes.
She stormed to dean's office.
Rikka, tossing shredded black stockings to trash, blinked at the intrusion, then calm.
Louisa's face iron-dark at the sight, fury redoubled.
Slamming papers on desk: "Dean, midterms here."
"Then—again—I demand abolishing the special counselor program!"