Shino Miyako Natsuka never expected antisocial widow snow woman Yukino Miyuki to twist words so sharp over Rai Hikaru.
Outmatched, Natsuka pivoted to Rai Hikaru for backup.
She whined pouty: "Hikaru-kun, did bad woman Yukino Miyuki drag you in, force you to tutor her? Poor you—let's go home, 'kay?"
Rai Hikaru opened mouth.
Yukino cut in: "Yup, I dragged him in—so? You're out, can't I invite him for tea?"
"He's here 'cause you can't satisfy him right."
"Think about it—you're so young, undeveloped. Duh—no experience, how could you?"
Two days in, Yukino trash-talked bold.
Natsuka clenched pink fists, glaring fury: "Hey! Yukino Miyuki, shameless widow snow woman—don't push it!"
"Who can't satisfy Hikaru-kun? My sheet soaked yesterday too! Steal my man, then brag?"
Yukino scoffed: "Didn't you say both sheets were mine? Now hogging credit? Tsk—yesterday, who tapped out in an hour crying, begged me take over?"
"Even whined for my drought aid—south water north, west gas east. How much you borrowed? Hm?!"
"Yellow-haired kid like you satisfying Hikaru-kun? Hilarious. And 'steal your man'? You his girlfriend? What even are you—don't gild it."
Natsuka's pale forehead twitched vein: "You...!"
They ramped hotter, skirts itching to drop for true sprinkler queen face-off.
Rai Hikaru's head throbbed.
Four massive "heads" clashed, grinding fierce glares.
He lunged, pinched one big head per girl left-right, pried them apart firm.
"Stop stop stop! Enough!"
"Be civil—you're hardship sisters now."
"No real sis-bond needed, but no fists."
"Okay okay, drop it."
"All hungry? I'll boil noodles."
Split 'em, he stood between—Natsuka front, Yukino back.
His intervention cooled the beauties slight.
But "noodles" sparked twin infernos.
Proving supremacy, they dropped squat sync—Natsuka yanked belt, Yukino pants waist.
Pants dropped instant; Rai Hikaru blinked, hiked 'em quick, grumped:
"Oi! What the hell! Real noodles!"
"You two begging a beating? Three days no rod, you climb roofs."
Real cooking? They stood sheepish.
"Hikaru-kun... missed you too much~" Front Natsuka hugged, small head on shoulder, twins on chest—nuzzling whiny.
Back Yukino looped waist, soft body glued back—grinding coo: "Hikaru-kun, so sweet—your noodles so many times a day. Tough work."
Natsuka shot eyes at Yukino's line—thief cat!
Sandwiched Rai Hikaru sighed.
Bliss overload, truth.
Any man? Heaven.
Both rare stunners—gorgeous, stacked bombshells.
Squeezed? Cozy sponge bed, no discomfort.
But chowtime.
He shoved 'em off: "Enough—sit. Noodles coming."
Boss-mode? They obeyed fast—perched table prim, vying for fave status.
Rai Hikaru served steaming bowls quick.
Prepped to gush regardless.
Hot as hell.
Yukino snuck powers—chill tipped via chopsticks, cooled bite, slurped fast.
Froze micro-sec.
Snapped: "Whoa! So good!!!"
"Hikaru-kun, your noodles killer!!!"
Natsuka matched—blow-cooled, slurped.
Same stun, then: "Hikaru-kun... insane! How're your noodles this good!!!"
Rai Hikaru shrugged unsurprised.
Master Cooking from prior gacha.
System "master"? Beyond norm—five-star chef stomper.
Noodles? Breeze.
Casual cook = food anime bliss-bombs, shirt-bursting.
They just starry-eyed, no rips.
Rai Hikaru sighed: inner-world purity lacking—where's the pop?
Too niche—no explain.
Puzzled stares? He chuckled: "Noodles tasty 'cause I've fed you plenty."
"Tons experience—natch, killer bowl. Logical, right?"
Natsuka and Yukino rolled eyes unison, shot him shade.
Dug in competitive—limited pot, too yum; scarf for seconds.
Scramble polished the vat.
Stuffed solid.
Normies? Post-meal no-move.
But Rai Hikaru and snow woman no-norm; Natsuka's Pure Love Imprint jacked her stats.
Full? Perfect for dessert workout—zero strain.
Full belly thinks of yin-yu.
Mira-stirred fire? Not fully vented.
Post-feast reignited.
Eager duo?
Rai Hikaru clapped: "Fed? Lesson time."
"Pick up yesterday—tutor both."
"Best performer? Solo cooking next."
Natsuka and Yukino locked battle eyes—flames roaring.
His grub gold, but pride alone? They'd scrap.
Rai Hikaru kicked off dual lessons.
Yukino diligent good-girl.
Natsuka? Off today.
Heat-shed JK Natsuka? Rai Hikaru whipped: "Shino Miyako Natsuka—thong again? Told you ditch after first."
Usual obedient Natsuka neck-stiff, chest-out, ass-up defiant: "Hikaru-kun, mad then but held back."
"Now? Fearless—thongs daily, home-study wear. Hit me! Hit me hit me!"
Her hip-wiggle taunt?
Rai Hikaru laughed: "Yukino-chan, hear that? She begs it—first."
CRACK!!!
Whip cracked room-echo.
"OWWW!!!"
Natsuka clutched ass, yelped.
Heavy hand? Instant tears.
No mercy beg—Rai Hikaru reared again, pounced.
"Bad students need proper education!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Screams chained.
"Lesson learned?"
"Y-yes... servant yields to punishment..." Natsuka softened obedient.
Cute compliance? Rai Hikaru nodded pleased, scooped, stacked her on Yukino.
After? Cliché harem romp—skip.
...
...
Next dawn.
Bright sun pierced white curtains onto Yukino's 1.8m king bed.
Spacious usually—crowded now.
Lone widow snow woman bed? Lively today.
Three post-lesson pooped sprawled.
Top-shape Rai Hikaru sun-woke, phone-checked, rose first.
Rustled 'em.
Natsuka and Yukino stirred sleepy-eyed.
Rubbing beauties? "Sleep good?"
Natsuka yawned, JK-skirted: "Fine. Hated slut-widow Yukino joining class—but now? Accepting, glad even."
"Solo? Overloaded on cheese, burst."
Ring-back-per-order Yukino black-stockinged: "Warmer on Natsuka-chan—decent learner."
"But Hikaru-kun, duo class? Short."
"Last night rough—waist... sore."
"More students? No human pals, but subhuman gal-friends ping sometimes—ask 'em?"
Snow woman mindset? Alien.
Natsuka jealous at first, anti-extra-women.
Accepted Yukino post-solo-limit.
Yukino chillier—liked him special, jealous light, but cool multi-share, even pimped subs.
His physique ramped monstrous.
Duo pushing class-growth? Rai Hikaru grinned: "Later—chill."
"But groggy post-sleep? Clothes on fast—no bath?"
Hit: last night post-lesson progress thawed beef—sister-lite.
Champagne binge, cream puffs galore.
Messy still—clothed anyway.
"Oops! Forgot!"
"Outfit swap."
Grimacing duo? Rai Hikaru arm-hugged both: "C'mon—bath first."
Warm embrace? Spirits soared, giggles.
Bath romped clean.
Yukino tidied champagne wreck.
Rai Hikaru and Natsuka school-bound.
Arm-linked stroll, Natsuka glowed—pale cheeks pink, pep max. Master-chef Hikaru noodles fed deep.
Yukino teammate split load—else? Stuffed to burst.
Her beaming? Rai Hikaru head-rubbed: "Thongs again?"
Natsuka ass-clutched, shook no: "Nope nope."
Eyes? Sly gleam.
Next rival? Thongs for attention.
Rai Hikaru shrugged.
Road scanned—wild NTR blonde hunt.
Luck meh—no hits.
No male blondes.
But school gate: three gyaru sirens encircled.
Rai Hikaru eyed.
Familiars: Hamazaki Rena, Sasaki Yukina, Kurumi Itagarasu trio.
Rena jumped first: "Hikaru-kun, where've you been?!"
"Ghosting—we waited tons!"
Others stared.
Natsuka arm-snatched, hmphed preemptive: "Tutoring me these days."
Natsuka cling, Rai Hikaru chill?
Trio soured jealous: "Hikaru-kun, us too—tutor when?~"
Natsuka scoffed: "Slacker gyarus deserve Hikaru-kun time? Dream. 'Tutoring'? Weird stuff."
"Back off—don't block his studies."
Gyarus fired back: "Your 'tutoring' pure?"
"Slut for his bod!"
"Right! Grades fine—we need it more!"
Fresh truce with Yukino, now gyaru bait? Natsuka no-fold.
Mouthed off fierce.
Nourished by hot cheese, new lore, Yukino spars? Natsuka Lu Bu'd three gyarus—even keel.
Four beauties bickered, crowding Rai Hikaru—hanging off like koala horde.
Poor sausage him: four-way clam siege.
Can't breathe!
Legendary Gyaru Four maybe.
Tragic.
His hell? Onlooker paradise.
Male students JJH-glared: damn, four top beauties gyaru-ing over one guy!
Envy seethe—swap dreams, slink off bitter.
Girls pissed too.
Gate-side Nanami Akane: milk tea in hand, eyed encircled Rai Hikaru, conflicted.
Post-reject yesterday? Heart clear.
帅哥, beast skills, multi-saves—whatever, she liked Rai Hikaru!
Dead sure.
Akane steeled: confess today, spill beans.
Dawn milk tea stakeout for his arrival—straight shot.
He showed—with four hotties.
Stunners, stacked.
Gyarus chests shy of her gifted twins, Natsuka matched—but four high school foxes!
Variety: long straight, twintails; slim legs, thick thighs—full menu.
Prime Rai Hikaru need her plain-big-boob girl?
Waffled, Akane resolved.
Too many lost guts!
Heart locked—charge!
Strode to him.
...
Rai Hikaru, Gyaru Four-sieged, missed Gyaru Five inbound.
Suffocating squeezes—no escape; class-drift plan.
Pure Love Radar pinged!!!
Mind-scan: red dot near.
NTR scum!
Instant alert.
Wilted? Revived—shoved four beauties, bolted campus grove.
Sudden bolt?
Natsuka and gyarus stunned.
"Eh?! Hikaru-kun where?!"
"No more messing—come back!"
"Three-sis party adds stinky Natsuka—don't run!"
"Kurumi teams for dark mage game—if on your crotch team, Hikaru-kun don't run—back?!"
Hunt-mode Rai Hikaru deadpanned four.
Tossed: "Nah—just piss break. Head class—I'll toilet."
Relief—no mad.
Then:
"Hikaru-kun, john that way!"
"Yeah—wrong dir! Lost? Rena guides!"
"Your size—solo awkward. Yukina holds!"
"Hikaru-kun, pee in Kurumi mouth!"
Four piped retention.
Kurumi's line? Trio whipped to her—pure twintail cutie.
Natsuka: "God tier."
Rena: "Humans can't—no shouldn't."
Yukina: "Solo hog? Share sip!"
Trio snapped to Yukina.
Thin-skinned Yukina flushed pale cheeks red, stubborn: "Wh-what stare?! Like you don't crave!"
Instant trio silence.
...
Milk-tea inbound Akane caught Rai bolt, sighed helpless.
Cursed gate dawdle—missed shot.
But Natsuka-gyaru chat? Silenced her regret.
These freaks... wild.
Her normie big-tits girl outplay 'em?
Terrifying.
Zero edge on Hikaru-kun side.
Nah—his forever. Locked.
Can't beat? Join!
Akane vowed: shadow 'em, steal techs and plays—snag him soon.
...
...
Rai Hikaru oblivious to post-exit girl drama.
Grove inbound per radar—NTR nest.
School green lush—tons groves. Inner-world? Paved for tree-play?
Deep anyway—his speed normie'd lag.
Quiet, deserted.
Near red dot? Slowed stealth.
Body mastery: dead leaves silent underfoot.
Closer—radar spot-on: two shadows ahead.
Murmurs faint.
Rai Hikaru scoped.
Knew 'em!
One old face.
High ponytail blonde, cute sharp face, curvy—bow quiver back.
Fam bow club yuri sis Sakuramiya Hina.
Other: cam and pics, sleazy male high-schooler.
Rai Hikaru recalled: film club, Tachikawa or something.
Close now undetected—chat crystal in ears.
Hina glared Tachikawa: "Tachikawa, early drag to grove—what?!"
"These pics of sis and me—from where?!"
Tachikawa grinned, waved shots casual: "Called for talk."
"Pics? Snapped scenic school shots."
"Huh, surprise."
"Bow club stars, guy-crush ice queens, Sakuramiya twins—hugging mouth-to-mouth? Wild."
Pulled one, showed: "This classroom kiss pose?"
"Tsk—shameless heat."
"Yuri lilies confirmed."
"Tsk—incest?"
"Family and girls—steamy."
"Expose? You two done?"
Hina paled instant.
Finger-shaky accuse: "You... creep! Stalking sis and me!"
Tachikawa waved pics, smirked no-deny:
"Hina, don't want sis shamed, right?"
Hina ghost-white, frantic: "Hell no! But what do you want?!"
Hook set—Tachikawa grinned: "Wanna fuck you!"
"Hina-chan, know your fame? Ice but goddess horde."
"Me, Tachikawa—admirer forever."
Hina grossed, cold: "So?"
No-rage, he smiled: "Simple..."
"One ride, taste you—pics torched, you're free."
"Easy."
"No way!" Hina shut down.
Only love: sis Sakuramiya Saya.
Mutual, man-hate.
Sex with dude? Nah.
"I love sis only—no defiling!" Firm reject.
Expected—smirked calm: "Knew it'd sting."
"But really reject?"
"These out? Sis-love exposed."
"Public scorn."
"Not just shame—family stain."
"School mocks, parents rage—divorce, split you?"
"Sure?"
Hina deep tangle.
Body-mind reject him.
But no hard no—feared pic-drop fallout.
No instant no, conflicted face?
Tachikawa smug-gleam—push.
Closed in: "Sacrifice for sis."
"Won't dump pics—tell her next."
"Saya'd be smarter."
"She yields body—free pass too..."
Hina panicked: "No! Hands off sis!"
Nailed it—sisters' weak spot.
Threat right? His toys.
Start with lil sis.
Tachikawa cocky: "No sis-harm? Yield then."
"Don't like force—willing?"
Hina paper-pale, bloodless—arms hugged tight, speechless.
Terror shook her—reject urge, threat gag.
Shivering cutie? Time.
He quickened to trembling blonde: "Trust me, Hina-chan. One go—done."
"No shame, no sis-insult..."
Thrilled more, unchallenged shakes = consent.
Tremble-excited, red eyes, lunged at dream bod—
Voice froze him.
"What's this scorn? Insult? Sis-flowers?"
"Juicy—spill more."
Third voice shattered grove silence.
Despair Hina, triumph Tachikawa—jolted rigid.
Hina fear-freeze.
Tachikawa pounce-halted.
Whipped heads: handsome black-haired youth half-emerged bush, grinning.
Overpretty face? Hina blurted: "Ra... Rai Hikaru?!"
Her gasp—Tachikawa clocked.
Didn't know him, but interrupt-hater.
Finger-pointed Hina-scold: "Bitch, texts said solo—no plus-ones!"
"Brought backup? Wait—expose your sis-incest!"
Terror Hina scrambled: "No! Didn't bring! Rai Hikaru came himself!"
Her dumbass line? Rai Hikaru no-mad.
Who gripes IQ-dropped NTR bait?
Chuckled: "Yup—Hina-senpai didn't call. Piss run, overheard."
"Just whizzing—no interrupt? Chat on."
Tachikawa soured.
Dude present? Game over.
Face him threaten retard Hina?
Nah.
Suspicious timing? Bad news.
Alert up, barked: "Hikaru, none ya beeswax. Piss done? Beat it."
Rai Hikaru irked, snappy: "My piss, your biz?"
"Not done—urgent endless. Yours? Keep—why rush?"
Rude clapback fired Tachikawa.
No side-drama.
Glanced dazed Hina, smirky weird Rai Hikaru.
Threatened Hina: "Sakuramiya, Hikaru calls you senpai—club junior?"
"Shoo him—or pics drop!"
Threat hit—Hina brain-fried, echoed: "Hikaru-kun, go—I'll handle."
Her NTR-dumb or born-thick words?
Rai Hikaru rolled eyes, gruffed: "Oi, Hina-senpai. Senpai out respect—joined bow before me."
"But my piss yours to boss?"
"Not in your mouths—quiet. Frequent trickle."
Hina pic-yield IQ? Ignored.
Oil-proof Rai Hikaru? Hina stumped mute.
Tachikawa rage-boiled—wanted deck cocky Rai.
Unswayable Hina, smirky Rai?
Snapped: "Fine—I'm out!"
Turning Tachikawa? Hina frantic yell: "Wait! Can't leave!"
"Walk means spill sis and me?!"
[Modded purple pudding—群 later nyaa~]