Heian Apartments, third floor—some empty unit echoed with sporadic dog barks.
Rai Hikaru watched calmly as the wild dogs devoured Takahashi's little hot dog.
Several more minutes dragged by.
Takahashi's face was paper-white now, forehead slick with cold sweat, the agony stretching like centuries.
Pain killed him, snapped his mind back, then crushed it again.
He lost track of time before noticing the dogs had eased off—maybe stuffed, or just grossed out by his taste.
Sighing in shaky relief, Takahashi glanced down instinctively—eyes rolled back white, nearly fainting on the spot!
Rai Hikaru peered too.
Takahashi's crotch and thigh meat? Gnawed clean by the starved pack—now just creepy bone racks.
Rai Hikaru, the instigator, wasn't fazed. He even grinned at Takahashi. "How's it feel, Mr. Takahashi? Want me to hypnotize you with your own ring? Ease the pain?"
Survival instinct—or lingering nutrition line kick—snapped Takahashi alert enough to respond.
He skipped Rai Hikaru's question, begging nonstop.
"Hikaru-kun... please... please! "
"I've learned my lesson—punished enough."
"Yeah, I fucked up, but death row? Mercy—one life spared!"
Rai Hikaru shook his head with a smile.
He never left loose ends.
Chop the grass, roots and all—that was his style.
Especially for NTR scum like Takahashi—no mercy ever.
Letting trash like him breathe just jacked up rice prices.
Rai Hikaru opened the door first, shooing out the dogs—they'd suffered for it, but probably felt stuffed and smug.
He grabbed a blanket, draped it over Takahashi's mangled, bone-only lower half—no need grossing out Yukino Miyuki.
Prepped, he called out: "Miss Yukino, come in—your revenge time."
"Got it!" Yukino Miyuki pushed in beaming, flashing Rai Hikaru an excited grin.
Takahashi had hounded her plenty before.
Rai Hikaru bailed her out every time.
But then the bastard scored a hypnosis ring.
Without Rai Hikaru? Chilling what-if. Yukino Miyuki shuddered thinking it.
She harbored real hate for Takahashi.
After hearing Rai Hikaru's plan, she'd jumped in to help kill him personally.
Normally, spotting the stunning Yukino Miyuki would've thrilled Takahashi.
But now? Manhood gone, lower half obliterated.
Plus he'd learned she wasn't human—and after his fresh hell.
Takahashi shook like a leaf at her entrance, ghost-pale terror.
"P-plea... please spare me..."
"Miss Yukino... mercy..."
"AHHH!!!"
Halfway through, she cut him off.
Yukino Miyuki flicked her hand—bone-chilling frost hit his right arm instant.
Like her initial foot-freeze, but last time? Just restraint.
This? Full kill mode!
Takahashi whipped his head—entire right arm encased in ice, eerie frost wisps curling visibly in the air.
As the ice deepened hue, pain like ice blades slicing flesh hit—lingchi-level torment!
If the dogs were mental max-pain plus body-high,
This was pure body-max agony.
Takahashi's weak ass buckled; he wailed for mercy: "Yukino... Miss Yukino! I really... really get it now... spare... spare me!"
Yukino Miyuki's face stayed blank.
She turned, cooed sweetly to Rai Hikaru: "Hikaru-kun~"
He got it, stepped up, flicked Takahashi's frozen arm light.
Crack crack crack...
Under terrified eyes, the ice-sculpt arm shattered into thumb-sized chunks, clattering down.
Stump? Mirror-smooth, frozen—no blood.
Ground shards? Bloodless, pure ice break.
Looked fake, but the arm-loss agony? Real as hell!
Worse? Somehow her control let him feel blood pulsing trapped in veins under the numb freeze.
Exploding pressure plus raw pain wrecked him.
"AAAAAHHH!"
Takahashi sobbed snot and tears.
Rai Hikaru grinned at the mess. "Mr. Takahashi, weren't you the new world's god, almighty Kamisama? Can't hack this?"
"I'm not! I didn't! Sorry!" Takahashi begged frantic.
Rai Hikaru ignored, nodding to Yukino Miyuki.
She flicked again.
Left arm matched—lingchi hell, wails renewed.
Minutes of it, Rai Hikaru flicked—left arm to ice rubble.
Takahashi? Human stick now!
Pain barrages teetered his mind on shatter.
Staring at his stick-state, lucidity flashed: eyes bulged at Yukino Miyuki. "Snow woman! You're a real-deal snow woman!"
Memories surged—Rai Hikaru's first-meet yell.
But too late. Last wits begged pity: "You two are monsters... no, gods!"
"Real gods—I'm just mortal scum. Spare this sinner, great ones! I get it now!"
Rai Hikaru smiled faintly, glanced at Yukino Miyuki.
She shook her head.
Turned back, ice-blue eyes locked on Takahashi.
Legs froze solid next.
Rai Hikaru flicked.
Crack crack crack...
Ice pile grew.
Takahashi? Torso and head only.
Rai Hikaru grinned: "Freeze his head—wrap it up. Can't let him pass out. Finish what you start."
"Gotcha!"
Yukino Miyuki smiled, iced his whole skull.
Pain-coma verge? Freeze snapped him hyper-alert.
Not mercy—nightmare torture.
Mind sharp, helpless as his head entombed in ice block.
Body screaming endless agony—this powerless despair crushed harder.
His psyche snapped.
Rai Hikaru eyed the white-rolling eyes spinning in ice.
Bored of the clown, he flicked—head to shards.
The god-wannabe? Dead, ice confetti.
Yukino Miyuki raised a hand to freeze the torso remnants, clean up.
Human society time taught her: sloppy corpse = trouble.
But Rai Hikaru stopped her hand.
He smiled. "My turn."
Snapped fingers—Cremation Flame flickered at his tip.
Flicked it.
Torso torched, prior shards vaporized clean.
Flames severed Takahashi's ties to them.
Neon cops sucked; inner-world ones? Useless. Still, better safe.
Yukino Miyuki gawked—snap-flame melting her ice?
Not shocked much; she'd sensed his specialness vague.
Him gradually mastering snow woman powers? That stunned more.
Mainly: post-first full lesson-war, her decades-stocked essence lost.
Then she knew: Rai Hikaru topped even her snow woman self.
Didn't piss her off—thrilled her.
No hiding her subhuman side.
Subhuman-human pairs? Lifespan gaps, accidental hurts.
With him? Zero worry.
She begged mercy often—or he'd accidentally wreck her.
Heart pounding, Yukino Miyuki's eyes glued to his tall back.
Rai Hikaru finished looting Takahashi's bank card etc.
Turned—her watery ice-blue orbs stared sultry.
His heart skipped.
"Hikaru-kuuun~"
The widow snow woman purred his name—seductive, zero fake vibes.
"Miss Yukino." Rai Hikaru smiled back.
Stepped up, hugged her tight, foreheads touching. "What's up? First kill got you rattled?"
Yukino Miyuki shook her head smiling. "Nah, scum deserved worse—wish we'd iced him sooner."
"Just... running a fever now."
Rai Hikaru blinked.
Then facepalmed, amused.
Fever.
His old pun-tease during her lessons.
Damn, tutored her ages—skips the good stuff, nails the weird shit fast!
Her flushed "fever" cuteness? He caved.
Scooped her waist, carried back home.
...
Half hour later.
Session paused.
Yukino Miyuki, drenched in white fragrant sweat from learning, headed for a bath. Rai Hikaru checked Takahashi kill rewards.
[Ding! Host foiled NTR scum Higashi's hypnosis ring plot, toyed with him, spread Pure Love spirit!]
[Reward: +200 Pure Love Points!]
[Ding! Host killed NTR scum Higashi, broke his mind multiple times, spread Pure Love spirit!]
[Reward: +300 Pure Love Points!]
Solid points for the stomp—Rai Hikaru approved.
Status check: over 2,000 Pure Love Points now.
"Keep 1,000-ish for daily upgrades and Pure Love items. Rest for gacha."
"Pure Love System—10-pull!"
[Spinning...]
[Ding! Reward: 'Shenbao Nutrition Line' x9!]
[*Ding! 'Master Bass Playing'! *]
[*Ding! 'Master Drumming'! *]
[*Ding! 'Master Singing'! *]
[*Ding! 'Master Baseball'! *]
[Ding! ...]
Ten pulls.
Mostly daily or artsy skills.
Beyond those five: tea ceremony, flower arranging—useless fluff.
No combat boost, but not total trash.
"Bass, drums, plus prior guitar—I'm a one-man lonely rock band."
Rai Hikaru snarked.
Final pull: two gold, eight nutrition lines.
[*Ding! 'Grandmaster Karate'! *]
[*Ding! 'Skill: Base Four Summon'! *]
"Grandmaster Karate—not as practical as Sanda, but combat bump."
"New skill? Let's see..."
Rai Hikaru eyed the odd one curiously.
[Base Four Summon: Summons projections of legendary gay bros—the most depraved Base Bros, ceiling of gaydom, aka Base Four! (Note 1: Projections obey host fully, but no combat—pure gay playbook arsenal.) (Note 2: Works only on male blondes or NTR scum.)]
"Base Four it is!"
Skill deets and pics? Rai Hikaru forehead-slapped, resigned.
"Fine—zero combat, picky targets. No NTR? No summon."
"But solid for tormenting blondes and NTR trash."
"Wish it'd dropped sooner—test on Takahashi."
"Wonder if Base Four makes him drop the god act, sole Kamisama crap!"
"No rush—world's crawling with NTR blondes. Test plenty."
Closed gacha.
Checked Takahashi's gold: anonymous card with 2 mil yen.
Probably dirty cash—anonymous meant grab-and-go. Handy for Rai Hikaru.
Decent haul, but biggest? The hypnosis ring!
Pondering, he pulled the red-eyeball gem ring for inspection.
Probed deep.
Not quite like original memory.
Original? Subhumans only.
This? Worked on normies too.
Just stronger on subs like Yukino.
Stared at the eyeball ruby.
Frowned—eerie evil vibe oozed.
"This thing's got side effects..."
Past-life recall: use it, pay up.
Details fuzzy, but free power? Always costs.
Can't spam this ring.
Pure Love System probe: "Usable? Side effects?"
[Ding! Yes, sides like energy drain, unchecked libido spike, etc.]
[Host? Light use fine. No long-term—no issues.]
"Even my superhuman build?"
[Yes—scaled to you. Normies? Instant victim.]
[Pure Love System offers cleanse/upgrade: 5000 Pure Love Points. Zero sides, boosted hypnosis.]
Rai Hikaru stunned, deadpan: "5000?! Robbery!"
"Barely scraped that killing NTR hordes."
Purify? Noped.
Not the type to abuse hypnosis for evil anyway.
His looks ate soft rice—built-in hypnosis.
No need ring for dirt.
Not a prude though—necessity? Use it.
Unlike useless Takahashi, Rai Hikaru packed super stamina, skills galore.
Ring utility? Rare. Use sparingly when needed.
Purify? No rush.
His build shrugged short bursts fine.
Stack points killing blondes/NTR later—if needed, then cleanse.
Sorted, Rai Hikaru pocketed the ring, eyed it calm.
"But short safe use? Test power, practicality now."
Right then.
Yukino Miyuki emerged from bath—lithe form in just a towel, hair damp and loose.
"Hikaru-kun~"
Sultry call. Rai Hikaru turned.
Thin towel barely contained her snow woman curves—plump shoulders bare, wet locks framing seductive allure.
Mesmerized, Rai Hikaru tossed the ring, grinned. "Miss Yukino, fun game?"
"Hm?"
"What's the game?"
Rai Hikaru: "Ring hypnotizes. We resisted conscious—Takahashi's normie ass? Zero effect."
"But you drop guard, accept? Might work light."
"Wanna hypnotize you, then lesson-test. See if trance boosts learning."
"Only if you're game."
Yukino Miyuki flushed, eyed him playful. "Hikaru-kun, dissing my learning now?"
Rai Hikaru hugged her pouncing, sulky form, squeezed her twin "heads," grinned. "Nah—just sure you wanna skip new playstyle?"
Yukino Miyuki pinked, nodded. "Fine. Truth? Thought of it in the bath before you said—wanna try your hypnosis."
Other guys? Zero spark.
Rai Hikaru? Endless thirst for his "knowledge."
Rai Hikaru pinched her nose, laughed. "Knew it."
Prepped, he slipped on the ring, aimed red eyeball at her.
"Miss Yukino... Miss Yukino..."
Her eyes dulled gradual, ignoring his calls.
Worked? Rai Hikaru arched brow. "Miss Yukino, drop the towel."
She paused.
But obeyed—stiff, robotic motions.
Compliant, he added: "Fetch your stashed Oupa milk jelly. I'm hungry. Feed me Oupa jelly and drink."
Instant—she cradled her treasures, approached, fed him slow per orders.
"Pretty fun..."
Micro-full, Rai Hikaru wiped fruit milk from lips, intrigued.
She'd fed him before, but trance? Fresh twist.
Her dazed cuteness? Time for main event.
"No more messing—hypno for learning test."
"Real tutoring starts."
Yukino Miyuki nodded obedient, eyes expectant pretty.
Rai Hikaru sighed at her blank stance. "Trance and still zero initiative?"
"Learning needs drive—be proactive!"
"Come learn active, Miss Yukino."
Dazed reply: "O-okay."
Next sec—scent blast, she pounced.
Pinned on sofa, Rai Hikaru ate face-milk smother, then barrage blows.
Even his freak build choked brief.
"Damn—trance Yukino's wilder than normal!"
Post-barrage.
Unsated by basics, she clutched him, yanked his clothes frantic.
Stiff, mechanical pulls—like reluctant robot forced.
Classic trance-victim vibe.
But close-look: her blank blue eyes flickered hot clarity.
Holy shit! Yukino-chan ain't hypnotized!
Or holds some awareness.
But damn, her fakeout's Oscar-worthy!
Knew she was aware, but Rai Hikaru played along—no buzzkill.
She digs it? Ride the wave.
As she tugged, he gripped his collar tight, halting her.
"Miss Yukino, this betray your late husband?"
"Trance" Yukino teared up, choked: "Waaah, sorry to my fiancé... but... can't help it!"
Shoved his hands off, yanked harder, sobbing: "Don't touch! Guarding chastity for my dead hubby!"
"You big bad! Stay back! Waaah!"
"Your shirt sticks to my hands? So thin—rips easy! Your fault!"
"Waaah! Belt auto-whips? Too much!"
"Hit me?! Watch me yank this bad belt, whip you good!"
Sniffling, she pressed closer: "Waaah... go away! Don't come! Pleeease!"
"If hubby ghosts and I get knocked up, I'm damned widow scum."
"No more! Waaah..."
Rai Hikaru deadpanned her clingy denials.
But excitement surged unstoppable.
New plays? Wild fresh hits.
Mainly: never pegged antisocial widow Yukino for this acting chops.
He was cracking.
Fire bigger than first lesson roared.
Gripped her yanked belt, lashed her perky ass light, growled:
"Shut it, you frustrated widow!"
"Craving knowledge too? I'll ram human lessons deep!"
Yukino Miyuki begged teary: "Nooo! Don't! No cheese! I'm a widow—pleeease, leave me solo waaah."
Another lash: "Shameless? Rocking full maid getup inside? Good girl—teacher's lesson time."
Her pitiful "widow woe" act?
Gold-star tutor Rai Hikaru's teach-lust blazed.
Pushed her sofa-down, delved into human lore for his subhuman snow woman—thorough, in-depth tutoring.
...
"Yukino Miyuki, snow woman—can't control your powers better?"
"Teach combat, hit snag? You ice up excited!"
"Hey hey! Criticize twice, you melt to flood! Floor's lake—no! Suck it back up!"
Wits-low, control-poor Yukino pissed Rai Hikaru off.
Yukino whined pitiful: "Waaah, not on purpose... but near you, powers go wild!"
Her puppy eyes? Rai Hikaru sighed helpless.
"Spare the rod, spoil the child"—but her? Beat more, tears flow more.
Normie? Broke and dried up quick.
Snow woman? Endless.
Lucky him—normies'd tap out fast.
Match made.
Two-three hours grinding, session done.
Rai Hikaru sprawled sofa-tired.
Whipped diligent-but-dim Yukino. "How much sunk in today?"
She snatched the whip, counted fingers: "Tons—rough road, storm-battered. But teacher's enlightenment and full dump? Gained plenty, belly full of wisdom."
Snow woman dropping idioms?
Rai Hikaru nodded pleased, ignored her whip-grip, hugged and kissed reward.
Kissed, learning ache and "head" throb? She craved more.
But door-pounding cut her beg.
"Hey! Miss Yukino, seen Hikaru-kun?" Natsuka's voice.
Yukino auto-replied: "Nope—Hikaru-kun back?"
"Bull! His shoes at your door—ain't even inside!"
"Supermarket run, and you pull this shady shit!"
"Filthy homewrecker cat—open up!!!"
Natsuka raged out.
Yukino's eyes spun scheming to ditch the pest, hog Rai Hikaru.
Her quick wits here? Rai Hikaru ass-smacked, laughed: "Let her in."
"Fiiine~"
Grudging but obedient, Yukino dressed, opened up.
Door cracked—Natsuka glared, barged silent.
Spotted half-lounging Rai Hikaru.
Sniffed the air's familiar weird scent.
Bit lip hard, whirled on Yukino glaring: "Knew it! You filthy homewrecker!"
"Lured my Hikaru-kun over, secret lessons behind my back!"
"Damn cat!"
"Yukino Miyuki, no shame?! You're a widow!"
Yukino giggled dismissive: "Homewrecker? Please—straight-up extra tutoring invite."
"Widow shame? Where's that link? Nonsense."
"Plus, I'm widowed—want me living like a nun?"
"PFFFT!!!" Natsuka nearly hemorrhaged.
Aimed moral high ground—backfired into her face.
No morals? Immune.
Learned: Yukino's age wasn't wasted—thicker skin, higher game.
Stumped, Natsuka turned teary-eyed to Rai Hikaru.