Ever since studying with Rai Hikaru last night, Yukino Miyuki—who'd never truly mingled in human society before and still lacked knowledge on so many human matters—had absorbed a ton of new info and tasted pleasures she'd never dreamed of.
So today, the instant she saw Rai Hikaru—or even just thought of him—she lit up with excitement.
Right now, half-leaning against the wall, it wasn't just to keep her elegant poise; her body felt all melty and weak.
The moment she laid eyes on him, she couldn't help triggering a bit of her snow woman powers. A faint frost bloomed across her skin under her dress, melting into a gentle trickle—her thigh gap growing slick and damp.
Noticing it, Yukino Miyuki quickly reined in her powers.
But repression was no match for release—with Rai Hikaru right there, how could she stifle her pounding heart?
Her snow woman abilities kept firing passively now and then, leaving her stockings and even her dress damp.
Feeling the entryway floor grow slicker by the second, on the verge of pooling into a little puddle.
Yukino Miyuki shot to her feet fast, to keep her dress from soaking through.
But even standing, her snow woman powers wouldn't quit.
No clue why, but facing Rai Hikaru made her lose control of her body, powers kicking in uncontrollably.
Her dress grew wetter by the moment.
Standing there, Yukino Miyuki fidgeted, clamping her thick thighs together to hide the slippery one-step skirt wedged in her cleft.
She didn't want Rai Hikaru seeing her in such a messy state.
But then she spotted it—a shiny little puddle forming right under her feet.
Oh no! If Hikaru-kun sees this, will he think I'm some loose woman?!
Panicking, Yukino Miyuki stepped forward quick, aiming to block the puddle with her body.
But she forgot: slick, water-stained floors were slippery as hell. Her foot slipped, center of gravity gone—she tumbled forward.
"Ah!"
Yukino Miyuki yelped instinctively, but she didn't crash onto the cold floor like expected. Instead, she landed in a warm, safe embrace.
Rai Hikaru had spotted it coming and scooped her up quick.
"Miss Yukino, careful there," Rai Hikaru said with a grin, eyeing her flat-on-the-floor tumble.
Yukino Miyuki's pretty face flushed pink. She nodded meekly.
As Rai Hikaru pulled back the hand he'd planted on her plump rear to steady her, he noticed a cool, wet slickness on his palm.
He flipped his hand over.
Shiny, dripping water glistened there.
Glancing at Yukino Miyuki's beet-red face, Rai Hikaru got it instantly.
He chuckled and gave her perky butt a light smack, teasing without mercy: "Miss Yukino, you're one gifted lady. Bed sheets from yesterday all cleaned up?"
Safe in Rai Hikaru's warm arms, Yukino Miyuki snuggled right in, not budging.
Leaning on his solid chest, she nodded. "All clean. To keep you from stressing, Natsuka and I agreed—one sheet each."
Rai Hikaru grinned. "Washing them tiring? How come you're wearing clothes that aren't even dry yet?"
Yukino Miyuki's face went pinker, her voice a mosquito whisper: "They are dry."
Rai Hikaru reached out, swiping a hand along her black stockings, then laughed. "Then how'd they get all wet and slick again?"
His words hit, and even Yukino Miyuki—clueless with people and slow on the uptake—caught on.
"You jerk! All your fault!!!"
"Always teasing me!"
"I'm mad now!"
Her little pink fists pelted his chest lightly before she buried her face deep in his embrace, hiding away. But her flushed ears and neck gave her away.
Maybe that's just the inexperienced, socially awkward snow woman for you—widow status, not young anymore.
Body-wise, a total mature bombshell.
But mentally? Pure lovestruck girl, blushing and flustered at the drop of a hat.
A few words and she's red-faced adorable, begging to be teased and bullied.
Seeing his widow snow woman this cute, Rai Hikaru couldn't hold back.
He leaned in, kissed her cheek, then scooped her up by the waist and carried her from the entryway into the living room.
They tumbled onto the sofa in a tangle of limbs.
Just as Yukino Miyuki braced for her "lesson" right there on the couch, Rai Hikaru halted.
Spotting him freeze, Yukino Miyuki tensed. "Wh-what's wrong, Hikaru-kun? Did I mess up? Are you mad... or hate me now?"
After decades alone, Rai Hikaru was the first—the only one—to accept her and treat her this well.
Yukino Miyuki treasured him like her whole world now, terrified he'd grow sick of her.
Seeing her nervous face, Rai Hikaru knew she'd misunderstood.
He leaned down, kissed her jade-smooth cheek, and smiled. "Nah, Yukino-chan—you did nothing wrong. I like you plenty."
"Stopped 'cause something's about to go down soon."
"Let's wait. Got a goodie coming our way."
Yukino Miyuki blinked, confused.
To soothe her, Rai Hikaru pecked her cheek again.
Feeling his tenderness, Yukino Miyuki relaxed.
She didn't get exactly what he meant, but if it wasn't hating her—just business—then fine.
Rai Hikaru's gentle comfort had her beaming already.
And Rai Hikaru was thrilled too.
Yesterday, he'd already engraved a Pure Love Imprint on Yukino Miyuki.
So now, the Warning Origami Crane and Pure Love Radar effects boosted massively through her.
Hours ago, when Takahashi unearthed the hypnosis ring in the basement and spawned those disgusting thoughts about Yukino Miyuki, Rai Hikaru sensed it instantly.
On his walk from the Tsubahara house to Heian Apartments, he'd tracked Takahashi crystal-clear.
Not eyewitness, but Takahashi's arrogant, ugly basement antics? Basically live-streamed in his head.
Takahashi, smug about his "hidden" luck, had no clue Rai Hikaru was watching every move.
Normally, Rai Hikaru would've stormed in and wasted the trash first.
But the hypnosis ring had some use—Takahashi was worthless otherwise—so no rush.
Basement was filthy anyway; no point trekking there.
Yukino Miyuki was waiting eagerly at home.
Better: head to her, let Takahashi the clown deliver himself.
Rai Hikaru glanced at Yukino Miyuki—still clueless, but gazing at him with sultry eyes.
Her flushed, cute-yet-seductive widow snow woman vibe? He didn't suppress his urge—leaned in for a deep, hungry kiss.
Silver Tongue activated.
...
Five minutes later.
Rai Hikaru lounged calmly on the sofa.
Yukino Miyuki had ducked to her room for a fresh outfit.
Snow woman physique meant she flooded easy.
Add Rai Hikaru's monstrous Silver Tongue—even just kissing full-throttle—and she'd turn sprinkler mode for sure.
Back at his side, Yukino Miyuki leaned lightly on his shoulder, pouting. "Hikaru-kun, you're too much."
"First meeting and you make me change twice already. These past days? Seven or eight outfits. Keep this up, I'll run out of clothes."
Rai Hikaru eyed her classic look: white sweater, fitted blue short jacket, one-step skirt with black stockings on those thick thighs.
He grinned, draping a hand on her plush stocking-clad leg. "Yukino-chan, my fault?"
"You're the one who soaked 'em—my hands stayed dry. All you."
"I went easy; otherwise, it'd be the sofa needing a swap too."
Yukino Miyuki flushed, gearing up to argue.
But before she could, Rai Hikaru cut in with a smile: "Of course, I'll take you shopping soon. No rent now, got some savings—few new outfits? Easy."
"Babe, we're loaded."
Yukino Miyuki's face lit up with joy.
The no-clothes bit was just playful whining, but him actually offering to shop?
Lifelong loner Yukino Miyuki had never felt this—someone to rely on, cherish her. Her frozen snow woman heart was melting.
She wrapped her jade arms tight around his waist, rubbing her gorgeous face on his chest nonstop.
Snuggling, she cooed blissfully: "Waaah! Hikaru-kun, you're the best!"
"I really... really like you so much!"
"I'll never leave you this lifetime—don't you leave me, even in death!"
Her heartfelt confession made Rai Hikaru chuckle, patting her two massive "heads."
"Love you too, Yukino-chan."
Yukino Miyuki beamed, eyes squinting happy. Then: "You're super reliable, Hikaru-kun, and the clothes thing makes me thrilled."
"But you've helped me tons already—rent and all. I can never repay it."
"Keep going like this, I'm scared one day you'll see me as baggage and ditch me."
"I know you're too good for that, but even if you don't mind, I'd feel bad."
"How about I use my powers to mass-produce popsicles for you? Sell 'em..."
...
"Pffft!"
Yukino Miyuki clapped a hand over her mouth, giggling.
Takahashi's clownish flop cracked her up—she couldn't hold it.
"Hikaru-kun, s-sorry." Yukino Miyuki laughed, apologizing to Rai Hikaru.
Rai Hikaru smirked too, waving it off. "No biggie—his lines were peak chuuni comedy. I almost cracked."
"Anyway, no point dragging this with trash."
He turned to the stunned Takahashi with a grin. "Your hypnosis? We were just messing with you. Think you actually got us?"
The words—and their barely-contained amusement—hit Takahashi like an ice bucket from head to toe, bone-chilling dread spreading fast.
"Messing with me...?"
"You mean you were playing with me just now?!"
"My hypnosis ring—totally useless on you?!?!"
Takahashi shook violently, imagining a red clown nose on his face, dunce cap on his head, rainbow makeup smeared—center ring, ridiculed by the crowd.
If Rai Hikaru called it "playing," he'd known Takahashi's plans all along.
And Takahashi had strutted like he could revenge him.
Turns out, he was the clown, hopping around like an idiot...
"This goddamn fake ring, aaaah!"
Takahashi wailed in agony, mind shattering.
He'd thought peak life incoming—instant hell instead.
Despair flooded him; it was all this ring's fault!
He screamed hatred at it, gut-wrenching.
Truth: the ring worked decently, but against Rai Hikaru's Pure Love Halo? Worthless.
Yukino Miyuki, imprinted with Pure Love, shared partial halo immunity—basic hypnosis bounced off.
No need for her Clarity Amulet; she'd stayed sharp.
Rai Hikaru knew, so he'd waited for the clown show.
Pity Takahashi bombed it.
Bored of the act, Rai Hikaru strolled over and smashed a heavy fist into his face.
BAM!!!
A dull thud—Takahashi's cheek caved deep, teeth and blood spraying out.
"AHHH!!!"
Amid his agonized scream, Rai Hikaru struck again—snapped every finger on his left hand back to the wrist in a blur, snatching the hypnosis ring off his middle finger.
Rai Hikaru laughed. "Hand it over!"
Pocketed, he nodded to Yukino Miyuki.
She got it, thawed Takahashi's feet.
Now mobile—but his feet were swollen red from the freeze, useless for walking.
Plus Rai Hikaru's beatdown left him limp as a dead dog on the floor.
Rai Hikaru grabbed an ankle, dragged him face-down into a pre-planned empty third-floor unit at Heian Apartments.
Door creaked open—ferocious barks erupted.
Inside: four or five wild dogs with razor teeth, feral-eyed, bellies sunken from hunger.
Seeing this, hearing the snarls, Takahashi's gut twisted bad—spine crawling, panic surging.
"Y-you... what're you gonna do to me?!"
Takahashi begged helplessly.
Rai Hikaru ignored him, turning to Yukino Miyuki at the door. "Yukino-chan, step out and shut it."
Takahashi was too vile; no way Rai Hikaru let her watch the torment. He'd handle the prep solo.
Yukino Miyuki smiled, nodded, shut the door, and left.
Feeling doom closing in, Takahashi begged nonstop.
"Rai Hikaru... Hikaru-kun... no, Rai Daddy! Please spare me!"
"I know I fucked up! Mercy!"
"I'll do anything!"
"Give me a shot!"
Rai Hikaru grinned, pulled a higher math exam sheet, tossed it over.
"Anything? Finish this in ten minutes, you're free."
"Ha?!"
Staring at the alien formulas, Takahashi blanked.
He begged for a different deal.
Rai Hikaru tuned him out.
He grabbed dog chow, then a system lottery consolation: Shenbao Instant Nutrition Line.
Rai Hikaru had tested it—beyond energy boosts, it tasted great and drew animals hard.
He ripped the chow bag, dumped it in a bowl, poured most of the bottle in, stirred slow.
As he mixed, the four hunger-mad dogs fixed red eyes on it.
Scent of chow and the line's allure had them barking fierce, mouths agape, fangs gleaming, drool strings dangling.
Starved silly, dying to devour.
Only Rai Hikaru's killer aura kept them back—otherwise, instant dogpile.
Not wanting animal lovers' backlash, Rai Hikaru didn't starve them long. Mixed, he dumped the sloppy chow splat right into Takahashi's crotch.
"You... what the hell?! No! Hikaru-kun! Please! Daddy! Grandpa! Mercy! Nooo!"
Takahashi sensed it, shrieking pleas.
Eyeing his fear-shrunk package, Rai Hikaru frowned.
"Not cooperating much, huh Takahashi? C'mon, help a guy out."
He pondered, then force-fed the rest of the nutrition line down Takahashi's throat.
System stuff delivered: soon, Takahashi's crotch swelled proud.
Normally, he'd cheer the vigor—but now, sweat poured, begging Rai Hikaru to stop.
No dice—fate didn't bend to him.
Rai Hikaru finished, stepped back.
The dogs got the cue, howling once—then swarmed Takahashi's chow-packed crotch, tearing in frenzy!
"Ah!"
"I was wrong!"
"Nooo!!!"
"Not there!!!"
"Hikaru-kun I was wrong aaaah!!!"
"AAAAAHHHH!!!"
Crotch agony exploded.
His rod shredded by three-four feral jaws, ripped to bits.
Despair consumed Takahashi; he wailed in torment.
Room echoed with chomps and his dying screams.
He clamped eyes shut, blind to the carnage.
Pain didn't care—lured by chow and line, the starved pack ravaged his groin nonstop.
Soon, his "hot dog" and chow vanished.
Still hungry, they lunged for other bits.
Rai Hikaru watched silent, savoring.