( Side story chapter )
Guilt... it's gotta be because I feel so guilty toward Rai-kun!
Staring at Sakimiya Saya's beautiful, captivating smile, Sakimiya Hina couldn't bring herself to spill the truth. She silently apologized in her heart.
Yes... I'm sorry! Big sis! What Hina's really thinking about right now is another guy.
But... Hina still loves big sis! What I feel for Rai-kun is just guilt... nothing but guilt!
Even Sakimiya Hina couldn't say for sure herself. Maybe it really was just guilt.
Either way, Rai Hikaru's face had been popping into her head nonstop all day.
And the more she thought back on it, the clearer that face got in her mind.
Her memories of other guys had always been blurry—because like her big sis Sakimiya Saya, Hina's heart had room only for each other.
But after what happened today, Rai Hikaru's face had rocketed from fuzzy to ultra-HD, straight-up Blu-ray quality.
And the sharper the image got, the more Hina realized just how handsome he was. Handsomer than big sis, even...
Sigh... If Rai-kun hadn't stepped in to save me today, I'd probably have been defiled by that disgusting creep Tachikawa, my whole life ruined.
And yet I went and misunderstood him before. I'm such a horrible person.
Hina's heart overflowed with guilt right now, mixed with anger at her own past arrogance and rudeness toward Rai Hikaru.
That guilt she couldn't pour out—it just kept building, heavier with every passing moment.
Hina even wished Rai Hikaru would just shoot her a few arrows or something, anything to make her feel a little better...
No, no, no!
Glancing at her beloved big sis Sakimiya Saya—hugging her tight, pressing her cheek against Hina's, lost in that adoring gaze—Hina snapped back to reality.
She was in the middle of cuddling with the sister she loved most, so why was she obsessing over someone else? A guy, no less!
This was too weird!
It was basically cheating on her dearest big sis!
Wahhh! I'm sorry again, big sis!
Tomorrow, I'll sincerely apologize to Rai-kun and put this whole thing to bed. From then on, I won't look at him with colored glasses anymore.
But I can't—won't—keep thinking about him all day like this.
Rai-kun has a girl who likes him. And the one I like should be my dearest big sis Sakimiya Saya, the one I've grown up with.
That's right!
I can't betray Rai-kun or big sis!
I'll apologize to Rai-kun.
But my body and soul will forever belong only to Saya-nee!
Thinking about Rai-kun all day today was just the guilt—a one-time exception!
Hina finally closed her eyes.
Sakimiya Saya never noticed that her little sister—the one she'd been cuddling so close—had another man's face filling her mind the whole time.
A man she even thought was more handsome than Saya herself.
...
...
Time flashed back to just before school let out.
Rai Hikaru had no idea Sakimiya Hina would be so tormented by guilt that she'd barely sleep or eat.
Not that he'd care if he did.
Right now, he was leading Nanami Akane up the path to the back mountain, ready to do what he loved most—obliterate some NTR scum!
Thanks to the Pure Love Radar's intel, he knew exactly when Coach Higashi and Katase Sho had ditched the baseball club after Nanami Akane spilled their plot.
Straight to the back mountain, just like they'd planned.
So Rai Hikaru took Nanami Akane straight there too.
The mountain path was rough, but this was just a baby hill on school grounds. Nanami Akane's stamina was average, but with Rai Hikaru's help, they hit the halfway point pretty quick.
Sure, the back mountain wasn't tall—just a few dirt mounds really.
No real views either, so aside from horny couples looking for a wild romp, nobody came here.
And in broad daylight? Total ghost town.
But the second they reached the midpoint, Rai Hikaru and Nanami Akane heard some serious digging noises.
Like someone shoveling out a pit.
They exchanged a glance, slowed their steps on instinct, and crept toward the sound.
Peeking from behind a tree, Rai Hikaru spotted the source right away.
Two familiar figures were digging a pit—not too big, not too small.
None other than Katase Sho and his master, Coach Higashi.
The pair shoveled away while chatting and laughing.
"Dig that hole deeper, Sho-ya baby. That freak Rai Hikaru's built like no normal guy—trap's gotta be deep enough. We'll line the bottom with spikes, let him impale himself and have a nice, agonizing death!" Coach Higashi swung his shovel, grinning ear to ear.
"You got it, Master Higashi. I'll dig my heart out—this hole's not just a trap, it's his grave! Hmph! Stealing our women!" Katase Sho shot Higashi a flirty wink, then laughed.
Coach Higashi blew him a kiss. "Damn right. Today, we end that Rai Hikaru bastard!"
"Plan's perfect. We'll grab that Shino no Miya Natsuka chick, use her to lure him out. After school, he shows up, steps right into our trap, and we finish him off with a pile of toys!"
"Then, in front of his corpse, we ravage his girls. Oh, and snag that Nanami Akane bitch too—torture her real good!"
"What do you think? Genius plan, right?"
Coach Higashi puffed up with pride, bragging about his foolproof scheme.
Katase Sho grinned, ready to gush praise—but before he could, applause echoed from the side.
"Nice! Real nice! Brilliant plan!"
Hearing the praise, Coach Higashi burst out laughing, mouth opening—
Then he froze. "Huh? Sho-ya, you didn't say anything just now, did you?"
"Nope!" Katase Sho blinked, stunned.
They whipped around to the pit's edge. Two figures loomed above them.
One was the massive-titted bombshell Nanami Akane—they knew her all too well.
The other was clapping, smirking down at them: their nightmare from the past few days, Rai Hikaru.
"Rai Hikaru?!!!"
Coach Higashi and Katase Sho yelped in unison, eyes bulging with shock.
Seeing their ghost-struck faces, Rai Hikaru chuckled. "What's wrong? Not happy to see me? Weren't you just begging me to show up?"
Coach Higashi blurted, "I didn't say come now, you fuck!"
Katase Sho's brain clicked. He jabbed a finger at Nanami Akane, snarling, "Nanami Akane! I heard you quit the baseball club today! You overheard our plan and snitched to him, didn't you?!"
"You goddamn slut! Filthy whore!"
Coach Higashi caught on. "Fucking traitor bitch! You're dead! After I kill Rai Hikaru, I'll fuck you raw right in front of him!" He ranted wildly at Nanami Akane.
Clearly, Rai Hikaru's sudden arrival terrified them both.
They couldn't help spewing curses to vent.
"Filthy mouths. Guess the last lesson wasn't enough." Rai Hikaru shook his head.
Their legs trembled at the sight of him.
But Coach Higashi knew Rai wouldn't let them walk. He mustered courage, yelling, "Think you're got us cornered, punk?"
"Sure, that traitor bitch Nanami ratted us out, so the trap's busted."
"But we came loaded to deal with you!"
He snatched a chainsaw from the ground.
Katase Sho whipped out a gleaming switchblade.
They charged Rai Hikaru together.
Katase's blade was a blood-grooved triangular stiletto—street thugs barely dared carry those. He flashed it in a heartbeat.
Prepped to kill.
Coach Higashi's chainsaw was worse. It roared to life with a deafening buzz, the spinning teeth screaming menace. It could chew through trees easy. Any normal guy would bolt.
These weapons gave Coach Higashi the guts to fight.
Rai Hikaru had told Nanami Akane to stay back, but she panicked, shouting, "Rai-kun, watch out!!!"
Facing their rush, Rai Hikaru just stood there, frozen.
Nanami Akane—who'd fully fallen for him—freaked out. Higashi and Katase lit up with joy.
"Hah! Kid's scared stupid! Never seen shit like this! This is what grown-ups do!"
Ecstatic, Coach Higashi sped up. Better stamina, heavier weapon—he overtook Katase.
He reached the "frozen" Rai Hikaru, raised the whirring chainsaw, and slashed down!
Rai Hikaru just casually lifted his right hand.
No dodge—just a reflexive block? Coach Higashi whooped inwardly.
"Hah! He's lost it! Trying to block a chainsaw with flesh? This is a goddamn chainsaw!!!"
Overjoyed, he shoved with full force to bisect that palm.
Sure enough, Rai Hikaru's palm met the chainsaw.
But what happened next stunned Coach Higashi—and everyone else.
The chainsaw's razor teeth bit into Rai Hikaru's palm.
The blurring spin ground against his skin.
Yet that pale, jade-like palm? Not a scratch.
Like unbreakable meteorite—not even the surface marred!
Coach Higashi felt like he was sawing diamond-hard meteoric iron. Zero progress.
Stunned, he forgot to push.
Rai Hikaru smirked. "Coach Higashi, what's the holdup? Put some muscle into it—skip lunch or what?"
Then Rai Hikaru pressed his palm right into the teeth!
Perfect contact—palm jammed against the spinning blade.
ZZZRRRRTTTT!!!
Ear-piercing screeches, like metal on metal, stabbed the ears.
No iron sheets here—this was Rai Hikaru's palm grinding the chainsaw.
Coach Higashi knew that sound: what you got sawing something harder than the blade itself!
But he was sawing a hand?!
Was this a dream?
How could flesh be harder than a chainsaw?!
Katase Sho—mid-charge—froze in shock.
Even Nanami Akane, debating rushing in, gaped, mouth open wide.
But Coach Higashi? He felt it firsthand.
"Dream! Gotta be a dream!"
He muttered in disbelief. His pricey high-power chainsaw couldn't cut Rai Hikaru's flesh?
That fragile-looking palm?!
But reality hit fast.
ZZZRRRRTTTT!!!
Rai Hikaru pressed harder—the teeth wailed like they were screaming.
Blaming the user for making them chew impossible hardness—like eggshells on rock!
Teeth gave out, but the motor roared on.
Denying reality, Coach Higashi cranked it to max.
VRRRROOOOMMMM!
Blinding sparks exploded from the contact point.
The spinning blades clashed with Rai Hikaru's palm—and lost. Teeth snapped, flew off!
CRACK CRACK CRACK!!!
Under max power, blades whirled—but against superior hardness, they shattered free.
One shard, flung by momentum, speared straight into Coach Higashi's left eye.
SHUNK!
Vision blacked out on one side. Socket caved, blood gushing.
"AAAAGH!!!"
He screamed, clutching his eye, collapsing in agony.
No strength left—the chainsaw slipped.
Rai Hikaru gripped the still-spinning, mangled blade.
Squeezed. It crumpled to scrap metal, dead.
He arched a brow, tossed the wrecked thing aside.
Flipped his hand—palm pristine, skin flawless.
"Nice. New 'Partial Reinforcement' draw's handy." Rai Hikaru smiled faintly.
On the way here to waste these NTR clowns, he'd pulled a 10-roll.
One gave a meh "Master-Level Bowling" skill.
The other? "Partial Reinforcement"—seemed useful.
[Partial Reinforcement: Mobilize muscles, blood, qi, meridians to super-harden a body part. Boosts density/hardness massively, spiking defense and attack power there too!]
Tested it en route—effects were instant.
His base physique was already monstrous, far beyond human. One-punch a cow? Easy.
Partial Reinforcement cranked that local spot way higher—not just double, he couldn't quantify.
His old self could've tanked the chainsaw fine.
With this? Untouched.
So he'd let Coach Higashi swing first—tested barehand block.
As expected: zero damage. Spinning teeth felt like a tickle.
To Rai Hikaru, physique + skill made it no big deal.
To the other three? Mind-blowing.
It all flashed in seconds: swing, block, eye-pop, collapse.
Chainsaw silenced—back mountain fell dead silent.
Even trusting Nanami Akane clutched her mouth.
That scene had her worried sick.
Yet Rai Hikaru caught a chainsaw barehanded!
Too strong! Too terrifying!
So cool... so awesome!!!
Nanami Akane felt no fear—just awe, and a bubbling... excitement!
"Rai-kun... you're incredible!!!"
Her body went limp against a tree, those blue eyes locked on him. Pink hearts bloomed in her pupils?!
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If Nanami Akane was thrilled awe, Katase Sho was pure terror.
"You... what kind of monster are you?!"
"Barehand chainsaw block... you're no human!"
"Rai Hikaru! Monster! Total freak!"
Legs shaking, he screamed in horror.
He regretted everything—why listen to Coach Higashi? Why plot against this guy?
Revenge? With their pathetic asses?
Seeing the chainsaw feat, Katase Sho teetered on breakdown.
Rai Hikaru turned, smiled.
Katase snapped. He chucked the stiletto at Rai Hikaru, bolted downhill.
"AAAAHHH!"
"No fighting monsters!"
"I don't wanna die!!!"
Panic-fueled toss was weak, wobbly. Rai Hikaru pinched it between two fingers, caught the bent blade.
Crossed index and middle—snapped it in half.
Ignored the hilt on the ground. Flicked the blade shard.
WHOOSH!
SHUNK!
Pierced Katase Sho's thigh mid-escape—barely two steps.
Blood grooves wicked out torrents of blood.
Agony and despair ripped screams from him.
"AAAAHHH!!!"
Leg buckled—he crumpled, clutching the gushing wound.
Brain flashing, he spun, dropped to his knees before Rai Hikaru.
"Rai-kun! I was wrong! Please spare me!"
"Waste like me shouldn't have targeted you!"
"But it was all Coach Higashi's plan! He forced me!"
"Please! Spare my worthless life!"
"I'll be your slave—anything! Just spare me!"
Head kowtowing nonstop.
Coach Higashi—lost in eye-pain daze—heard the voice, snapped to.
Copied him: instant kneel, frantic head-banging.
Pointed at Katase. "Lies! All his idea!"
"Rai-kun, don't spare him!"
"Katase Sho hates you for taking Nanami Akane!"
"I'll tell you everything! Help you kill him!"
"Rai-kun! Spare me! I'm begging!"
"I'm not trash like Katase Sho—I'm the baseball coach!"
"Wanna play ball? I'm your guy!"
"Eye some girl in the club, or a member's girlfriend? I'll hook you up!"
"Spare me, Lord Rai Hikaru—I'll obey forever!"
Gotta hand it to him: as an adult, Coach Higashi was savvier than Katase Sho.
Katase just begged.
Higashi begged, threw blame, pitched his "value."
Useless to Rai Hikaru.
He ignored the kowtowing duo.
Turned to Nanami Akane, leaning on a tree. Smiled. "Nanami-chan, head out. What comes next isn't for you."
She glanced disgustedly at the grovelers, nodded sweetly. "Got it! Whatever you say, Rai-kun!"
No clue what he'd do, but she'd obey any order now.
Once she was far enough—out of sight—Rai Hikaru grinned, eyes back on the head-banging contest. Foreheads bruised bloody.
Terrified of lethal payback, they begged nonstop.
Rai Hikaru's face stayed stone-cold calm.
He knew these NTR scum's nature best—empty words.
Before heading out, he'd already sentenced the "dad-in-son-guts" "son-inherits-dad-juices" duo to death.
Scum like Coach Higashi? Fire was mercy.
Leaving them alive just drove up rice prices.
But straight kill after begging? No fun.
Time for a game.
"Both of you, heads up."
His calm, iron tone hit their ears.
They snapped up—Rai Hikaru stared blankly.
"Any orders, Lord Rai Hikaru? Name it—I'll do anything!"
Chance at life! Coach Higashi groveled obsequiously.
Katase Sho jumped in. "Yeah! Command us—we'll nail it!"
Rai Hikaru smiled, grabbed two sticks from their weapon pile.
One: bowl-thick log, barbed spikes.
Other: slimmer iron rod, baseball-bat size, harder.
Held them up. "Two sticks here. Pick one each."
"Guess what they're for?"
They blanked, brains racing.
Death loomed—humans peaked.
Even these idiots guessed quick.
Cold sweat beaded. Faces drained white.
They got it—no voicing protests.
Coach Higashi gulped first. "I... I'll take the thinner iron one!"
Rai Hikaru nodded. "Cool. Wood stick's yours then, Katase Sho."
Katase eyed the barbed bowl-thick monster. "Wha—?!?!"
Higashi smirked inwardly at the wail. Misery loves company.
But then Rai Hikaru added, "Oh, right—this iron stick needs heating first. Fair play."
Tossed it into their campfire—why they'd lit it, who knows.
Iron heated fast—half glowed cherry-red. Higashi paled.
"I... I... I..."
He wanted to scream unfair!
Knowing it'd heat, he'd take the spike-log!
Brutal tear over cooked ruin? Better.
But Rai Hikaru's mocking gaze shut him up.
Speaking up? No change—or worse.
Higashi clenched hard, sphincter flexing prep, body quaking in dread.
Stick hot enough, Rai Hikaru yanked it out barehanded.
Tossed the spiked wolf-fang log to Higashi first.
"Th-this for me?!"
Deadly as it was, after expecting hot iron? Higashi lit up with relief.
Katase gawked, mouth opening—but Rai Hikaru cut in. "Nah, you got it wrong. Still for Katase Sho."
"Hard to do yourself."
"You two always help each other, right?"
"Mutual aid this time too."
Tossed the half-red iron to Katase.
No Rai Hikaru physique—heat seared through, palm smoking.
But under that terrifying stare—and knowing the red-hot tip was Higashi's treat—Katase gripped it through the pain!
Rai Hikaru checked his watch, grabbed a mini-chainsaw, revved it roaring. "Go time."
"One minute: intimate contact with those sticks."
"Three minutes: become one with 'em."
"Miss deadline or slack off—no helping buddy? This chainsaw helps."
"I gave you a shot at life."
"Grab it or not—your call."
Rai Hikaru grinned, maxed the power.
Swept cold eyes over their legs, crotches, hands, guts, chest, necks.
Roaring menace + emotionless glare.
Unwilling as hell, they shifted to that familiar 69-ish pose they'd "tried" before—but hated now.
Slowly aimed sticks at each other's spot.
"AAAHHH!!!"
"GRRRAAAHHH!!!"
Agonized howls exploded.
Raw grief outdid child-loss or widowhood.
Office sweethearts once—now they glared, eyes bloodshot red, hatred and pain boiling.
"Katase Sho! You beast! Slower! You're burning me alive!!!" Coach Higashi roared.
"Coach Higashi! You bastard! Gentler! I'm splitting!!!" Katase Sho bellowed back.
"Slower, hear me?!" Higashi shoved the log deeper on reflex.
"AAAHHH!!!" Katase—not his usual self—eyes blazing, rammed the iron. "Gentler, got it?!"
SIZZLE SIZZLE!
Meat-roasting stench wafted—shit-tinged barbecue.
Higashi squeezed eyes shut, mouth agape.
"You fuck! I'll kill you!!!"
Rai-fueled mad, he rammed the log full-force!
"AAAAHHH!!! I'm really splitting!!!"
Katase agony-maxed, shoved iron hard!
Red-eyed frenzy—no mercy. Push, pull, compete.
Somehow, minutes later: full contact, nearly merged.
But pain or limits stalled the final inch.
Rai Hikaru watched the "family feud" blankly, shook head. "You two disappoint."
Fine—test the other new skill.
"Alright, Coach Higashi, Katase Sho. Beg away."
"Base Head Four Summon!"
"Music!"
Thumb snapped finger.
Dun dun dun dun DUN?! YOUNG MAN!
Back mountain blasted old-school rock—Western band vibe, radio oldie.
Four blurry shadows materialized behind Rai Hikaru.
Pain-wracked duo clueless on the tune, but chills hit hard—goosebumps everywhere.
They gawked at the solidifying figures.
What had he summoned?!
YEAH! YOUNG MAN!
Climax shout—figures locked in!
GASP!
Four near-naked muscle behemoths!
Rippling muscles, lechy stares, sleazy grins, repulsive moves. Prime gaylords at a glance!
"WAAAAHHH!!!"
Higashi and Katase shrieked—more terrified than a billion slashers!
"Who! Who the hell are you four!"
Trembling, they blurted.
"Base Head Four—the gay world's most depraved brothers."
"They'll bring you endless joy."
Rai Hikaru's calm voice echoed.
At their sides, the Four flexed specialties.
One thrust crotch: "Behold my pride!"
Two gripped bumpy dildo-stick: "My signature move!"
Three flashed tongue-piercing: "Our stamina and spirit stun all!"
Four brandished spiked durian: "Secret weapon—surprise delight!"
Muscle horde closed in—duo sweated bullets, faces ashen, fear deeper than Rai's threats.
"Stay back! Don't... don't come near!"
"No... can't do this... nooo!"
Four ignored pleas.
"Baseball coach, huh? Nice build."
One sniffed Higashi's pits: "Sniff sniff... potent scent! Potent!"
Two lapped chest: "Lick lick, reo~ reo~ reo~! Yum!"
Three groped asses: "Such bouncy cheeks! Hehe!"
Then the Base Head Four unleashed.
Delivering "endless joy" to Coach Higashi and Katase Sho.
Screams peaked—worse than their mutual skewering.
...
Five minutes later, howls died.
Four stood, shaking heads. Higashi and Katase: eyes rolled back, foam-mouthed, battered, twitching lifelessly.
No breath left.
Four griped: "These guys suck—tapped out already."
"Yeah! Half-dead from before, but still unsatisfying!"
Rai Hikaru chuckled. "Next time, more playtime."
Waved—projections vanished.
Eyed the mangled wrecks. Eyes narrowed.
Pro at male humiliation, NTR torment.
Brutal end—who wouldn't call it惨?
NTR scum deserved applause.
"Pity—they were too weak for ultimate humiliation."
"Next time: thrash first, leave more for Four."
"Every yellow-haired NTR needs their Base Head Four special."
Summon had a heal buff on targets—keeps 'em alive for max torment.
But two targets + prior stabbing? They were spent—croaked quick.
Dead? Cleanup time.
Finger snap—Incineration Art torched everything.
System pinged.
[Ding! Host preempted NTR Coach Higashi and Katase Sho's plot, obliterated them! Pure Love spirit upheld!]
[Reward: Pure Love Points +200!]
[Ding! Host made NTR Coach Higashi and Katase Sho mutual-assault, turned enemies, summoned Base Head Four for peak humiliation! Pure Love spirit upheld!]
[Reward: Pure Love Points +200!]
[Ding! Host fully incinerated NTR Coach Higashi and Katase Sho! Pure Love spirit upheld!]
[Reward: Pure Love Points +100!]
Rai Hikaru nodded, pleased.
"Solid haul—wasted the scum, banked 500 points."
Tidied traces.
Left the silent hill—screams forever etched.
Under a nearby tree, to waiting Nanami Akane on a stump: "Done. Let's go."
She hadn't peeked, per his signal.
But faint screams reached her.
She didn't pry—just smiled sweetly, softly. "Good."
Bowed deep. "Rai-kun, thank you—always saving me. Without you, Coach Higashi would've..."
Rai Hikaru waved it off. "No biggie. Guys like him? I crush on sight—not just for you."
Nanami Akane smiled gratefully, silent.
As he turned to descend, her soft hand grabbed his left.
Blushing, dodging eyes: "Um... I'm scared going down. Can I hold your hand?"
Rai Hikaru nodded at her shy look. "Sure."
He knew her game, but downhills were trickier.
Steep drops tripped her; she begged hugs.
His help got them down fast.
At bottom, he set down the "scared" Nanami Akane clinging. "All good now. We're done."
Turned homeward—but she grabbed again.
Head low, earnest plea: "Rai-kun..."
"One last place... come with me? Please?"
Her sincere tone, begging eyes stalled him. "Fine."
They wandered campus, stopped at a building.
Rai Hikaru read the sign, surprised. "Swimming hall?"
Nanami Akane nodded firm. "Yeah! Swimming hall!"
"I'm a coward—a swim club dropout. But your bravery today touched me deep."
"Facing that roaring chainsaw, you stayed ice-cool, unflinching."
"Like 'face of Mount Tai collapsing unmoved.' Rai-kun, I envy—admire—your courage so much."
"That scene made my heart race."
"Before you, I never dreamed of someone so aspirational."
"You're super brave—never scared, always confident."
"I quit swimming 'cause I lacked courage to face these massive tits—feared them."
"Now, your inspiration reignited my lost dream."
"I want you—the one who sparked it—to witness my comeback."
"So... join me inside? See this coward step forward?"
Rehearsed on the walk, she poured her heart earnestly.
Voice trembled at the end—nervous for his reaction.
Rai Hikaru listened politely, silent.
Saw her serious, hopeful gaze. Nodded. "Sure."
"Yay!"
Overjoyed yelp escaped. She clapped hand over mouth, face crimson, peeked at him.
No scolding look—she relaxed. "Rai-kun, let's go in! Might close soon!"
Dragged him inside fast.
After-school hour, sunset fading—hall near-empty.
They spotted one girl at the door, pushing to lock up.
Black ponytail, damp ends and spots—fresh from swim. Blue swimsuit, jacket over shoulders.
Swimmer's build: sleek, curvy—pert round ass, straight snowy legs, youthful vibe.
Notably, her chest—should be modest for swimming—was busty, just shy of Nanami Akane's.
Footsteps turned her—cute, refined face.
Nanami Akane gasped. "Captain Sayaka?!"
Katsuragi Sayaka blinked. "Akane?!"
Surprised by the familiar face, Nanami recovered, introduced.
To Rai Hikaru: "This is Katsuragi Sayaka-senpai, my middle school girls' swim club captain. We were together years—super close. She mentored me, taught me to swim."
To Sayaka: "Sayaka-senpai, this is my classmate... best friend, Rai Hikaru. Great guy—helped me tons."
Sayaka smiled, waved. "Hey, Rai-kun."
"Sayaka-senpai." Rai Hikaru nodded politely.
Greetings done, Sayaka strode over on white legs, curious. "Akane, you dropped out after high school start—no chance to ask. Why? Did I do something wrong?"
Nanami Akane shook head fast. "No! You were always so kind!"
"I quit 'cause I lacked bravery then..."
Eyes on those wildly bouncing mega-tits mid-talk, Sayaka got it.
Stepped closer—her own huge chest jiggled.
Sayaka smiled. "These don't hinder swimming as much as you think."
"Club's casual—no meets, all girls. Guys banned, total privacy—no peeking."
"No worries."
Gentle reassurance.
Nanami Akane caught the warmth, smiled. "You're right, Captain."
"And now, I'm reclaiming my courage!"
Sayaka grinned. "Brave now, Akane?"
Nanami Akane glanced at Rai Hikaru, nodded serious. "Yeah! Someone gave it to me!"
Sayaka noted her eyes glued to Rai Hikaru.
Obvious who.
Envy flickered. She smiled. "Rejoin then!"
Nanami Akane shook head, grinning. "I'll think. Been ages. Wanna solo-swim first."
Sayaka nodded. "Cool, your call."
"Was locking up, but since you're here—stay open."
"Past hours, but swim a bit—no issue."
"Go in, grab a new suit from storage. Wear what fits."
"Swim as long as you want—you and your boyfriend lock up after."
Winked.
Nanami Akane blushed at "boyfriend"—misunderstanding.
No correction—just agreed, pulled Rai Hikaru in.
Couple vibes strong.
Sayaka smiled at their backs, dressed, left.
Poolside empty now—just them. No lock otherwise.
Solitude eased Nanami Akane.
Waved to Rai Hikaru, hit storage per Sayaka—found tight-ish one-piece, changed, returned poolside.
Blushing in swimsuit, beside Rai Hikaru.
Casual act, red-faced ask: "Um... Rai-kun, haven't worn one in forever. Check if... it fits?"
Rai Hikaru turned.
Swimsuit Nanami Akane arched his brow.
"Fits perfect. Looks great." Honest praise.
No flattery—truth.
Insecure about her oversized chest, she'd always hidden in baggy clothes.
Even those couldn't contain the proud mega-tits.
Club suits? All tight one-pieces for training—not bikinis.
Hers loosest option—still strained chest like stuffed melons, fit to burst.
Plus flushed face, long snowy legs—blood-boiling scene.
Normal guy? Nosebleed instant.
Rai Hikaru's composure held.
But even he admitted: this stacked girl's charm skyrocketed in that suit.
Those barely-covered mega-melons magnetized eyes—his too.
Felt his gaze shift, Nanami Akane flushed deeper.
Hand rose to cover—then dropped, since his eyes.
Stifled shame, thrust chest out. "Rai-kun... really... good?"
Rai Hikaru eyed the seismic waves politely till they calmed—her face blood-red.
"Really hot. You know your assets rock."
"Golden twin-tails wig might amp it?"
Front half thrilled her—crush's praise.
Back half puzzled her.
"Golden twin-tails?"
Lost in thought, Rai Hikaru waved. "Joking. Ignore."
"Okay!"
Logged it mentally, flashed dazzling smile.
"Gonna dive!"
Stepped to pool—weighty chest heaved per stride.
Mesmerizing. Rai Hikaru's eyes followed.
She noticed, shy at first.
Then spotted his attention—boldened.
Bigger steps—wilder jiggles, eye-magnet maxed.
Gulp...
Rai Hikaru swallowed, mildly stunned.
Not weak resolve—his was iron.
But healthy teen, super-physique, blood pumping.
She was teasing deliberate. He'd come to boost her courage.
But that overdeveloped body in tight suit? Foul play.
Innocent? He'd look away.
This catwalk? He watched bold, tented politely.
Short pool distance saved her—or him.
Regretted the brevity—wanted more stares.
Other guys eyeing her—even baggy-clad—repulsed her.
This suit on her frame? Parts as good as nude.
But Rai Hikaru's gaze? Pure delight.
Like warm hands caressing—sweet thrill.
Proud her body hooked him.
Wanted closer looks—hell, invite him up close.
But virgin shyness killed the words.
Pity faded as toes hit cool water—nostalgic rush.
"Missed this... so damn long!"
One foot in, eyes welled, rambling.
Grateful glance at courage-giver Rai Hikaru—his gentle smile got her beaming back.
Splash! Dove in!
Water exploded.
Solo girls' pool—she swam joyful laps!
Once her dream!
Body cruised wildly.
Rusty at first—years off.
Soon, mermaid grace: fast, elegant.
Captain's words hit: tits no big barrier—courage was.
His courage.
One lap done.
Fun, but bigger plans.
Back to ladder, climbed.
Halfway—paused. Half-in-water, half-ladder.
Wide gaps between bars.
She wedged her massive softness through one—body in pool, tits ashore first.
Shocking vista.
Too... huge!
Oblivious to allure, hands on rails, expectant: "Rai-kun... how was my swim?"
Rai Hikaru eyed the draped shore-melons. "Great—like a mermaid."
Praise lit her: eyes squinted, grin unstoppable. "All thanks to you!"
"Your push gave me courage—or I'd never dive."
"You brought back my lost bravery."
"Won't rejoin club though."
Rai Hikaru blinked. "Why?"
Eyes locked, blushing: "Wanna swim only for you from now on!"
Pink hearts in those pretty eyes. Rai Hikaru arched brow, chuckled. "If it makes you happy."
Sudden climb-out.
Poolside, flushed: "Made you wait... getting dark. Time home."
"Change quick—we go."
Rai Hikaru nodded. "Yeah."
She dashed to changing stall.
He waited bored.
Expected 3-4 minutes.
Five-plus: dead quiet. Not changing—meditating?
Frowned. Swim lag? Passed out?
"Nanami-chan, you okay?"
Rustle inside.
Door cracked—cute head peeked, face rosy, shy: "Rai-kun... little trouble here."
"What?"
"Zipper stuck... on back. Can't reach. Help pull?"
"Come here, I'll do it."
Shook head, redder. "Nooo... might get seen outside. Embarrassing."
Valid—late, girls' pool, door shut, but risks.
Her shy request made sense.
"Fine." He entered the cramped stall.
Nanami Akane back-turned.
No face view—just graceful swan-neck, faintly red ears.
Finger pointed back-zipper.
Rai Hikaru leaned, tugged—expecting jam, yanked hard.
No jam—zipped smooth from neck to low-back-ass.
He paused. "Nanami-chan, zipper's fine? Pulled it. Change—I'm out."
Turned—
She spun faster. "Wait! Don't go, Rai-kun!"
Face beet-red, luscious.
Locked eyes with stunned him, bit lip.
Lunged!
Virgin scent + soft body crashed into him.
Whisper hot in ear: "Rai-kun... I want you♡!!!"
A fragrant gust hit as Rai Hikaru bent to exit the tight stall—Nanami Akane tackled him flat.
Pre-rehearsed script.
Pants and boxers yanked off, she straddled.
Half-off one-piece? Perfect access.
Fingers to crotch—pulled fabric aside, baring pink virgin slit.
No hesitation—dropped ass onto his crotch!
Thud!
No pain—missed.
Inexperienced virgin, porn-script fantasy? No hole-in-one.
Flustered, grabbed his arm-thick monster dragon—ignored heat, throbbing.
Up, down—miss, repeat. Ten-plus tries: poked everywhere but, ass sore.
Rai Hikaru sighed at failed reverse-rape. "Nanami-chan, stop. Random sitting won't work."
Face flaming, eyes down, mosquito-voice: "Th-then... what?"
"You a virgin? Sure go all-in?"
"Yes!"
Proved it—gripped dragon again.
Half-lifted for luck-plunge—
Rai Hikaru yanked her into arms.
Cuddled tight—her mega-tits squished his chest. Slight shifts rubbed her pink tips on his hard pecs.
Crush's heat + tit-rub melted her. Lips parted, moan: "Nyaa..."
Cut by hot lips sealing hers.
Body quivered—no fight. Lips clenched newbie-tight.
Rai Hikaru patient: tongue teased soft lips, pried slow.
Too slow—right hand slipped suit-top, seized massive tit, kneaded hard.
"Mmmph!"
Virgin peaks first-groped, she yelped—tongue invaded, claimed sweet tongue.
Licked her slick丁香 fully, sucked nectar, dragged whole tongue in.
Her first kiss days ago? Peck.
Now real deal—she surrendered, tongue lolled for play.
Hands invaded suit, mauled both huge soft peaks.
Her body softened, skin flushed—his cock hardened, swelled.
Mush now, he slid hand down.
Hot palm on inner thigh—upward.
Soon cupped mound over suit.
Half-lidded eyes, she twitched, lips panted hot moans: "Ahh... so hot there... feels so good... so needy..."
Tit-pinching + mound-press: writhing, babbling.
Fingers felt dampen—crotch soaked, sticky nectar pulled strings.
Flicked aside—wet pink slit gleamed.
Finger at virgin entrance—slick floods.
Hentai-lead worthy: parted puffy lips, teased warm wet hole—juices gushed faster.
"Nyaa~!"
"Rai-kun... feels... so good..." Limp against him, moans maddening.
Rai Hikaru shook head. "Not lubed enough."
Virgin + his size—even "wet" wasn't.
Pulled her off, laid flat, lifted plump ass skyward.
Spread legs wide—masterpiece unveiled.
Silky legs splayed, trembling. Center: milky mound, soft black grass swaying in his breath like prairie blades.
Puffed outer lips parted—inner pink petals slick with clear dew, rosebud blooming dew-kissed at dawn.
Not his first: widow Yukino, soaked Shino no Miya Natsuka, fiery Kisaragi Rika, busty virgin Ara Roka.
Still, Nanami Akane's virgin grass-land stirred heat.
Natural virgin allure.
Shifted crotch to her face—dragon slapped her soft cheek.
Close-up monster: even after touch, her mouth gaped shock.
Shoved glans in.
"Suck."
Lips clamped, held it.
Saliva flooded sweet.
Knew the drill—tried bobbing.
No skill: gag on glans, retch.
Rai Hikaru uninterested—just fair 69 service.
Ignored his end.
Head dived to her peach source, inspected.
Nerves? Her slit winked like fish mouth with breaths.
Fun ogle—then tongue lashed wrinkled comb-petals.
Silky-sweet oil, pure virgin musk—like aphrodisiac lily-plum.
Incomparable virgin wonder.
"Hah... hah...!"
Dragon-muffled, each lick moaned her—twitching, panting wild.
"So tingly... itchy... Rai-kun... you're amazing..."
Petals stiffened, bloomed wider under tongue.
Fingers spread—exposed juicy tunnel. Pink walls blood-flushed, rose-like. Pearl peeked hood, glossy pink bud.
"Itchy... numb... Rai-kun bro... gotta pee... sorry... gonna burst..."
Rai Hikaru swirled tongue at entrance, slurped nectar—pulled to pearl, coated valley in slick juice.
Lips engulfed sensitive pearl—her first.
"OHHH!!!"
Hand gripped his, legs thrashed, moans soul-melting.
Tongue-skill passive activated—blitz on clit.
"OOOHHH!!!"
"Too much! Rai-kun! Gonna... pee!"
"Sorry... can't hold... peeing..."
Legs clamped his head, ass bucked—torrents of sweet virgin tide cascaded.
Leaked dry, twitching, tits peaked hard, tunnel honey-filled.
Rai Hikaru knew: ready.
Withdrew, positioned Herculean frame over her tender bottom.
Spread snowy legs, gripped waist—prodded untouched slit with raging beast.
"Ahh! It hurts!!!"
Bliss shattered—thick-hot rod invaded tight virgin depths. Sweet-sharp pain wrinkled brows, tears spilled starry eyes.
"Hang on—over soon."
Gathered mega-tits, mouth dual-claimed pink cherries—lick, nibble, tease.
Sensitive rack tormented, fresh floods lubed below.
Rai Hikaru thrust—buried deep.
"AAAAHHH!!!"
Foreplay solid, still felt split in two. Wail echoed as he pierced tight virgin core, shredded hymen.
Blood mixed nectar flowed.
Pure busty beauty Nanami Akane—virgin no more.
Felt full hilt in scorching virgin path, every inch owned.
Tearful eyes on him, he slowed, paused.
Kissed lips tender, hands worshipped dream-tits of baseball bros.
Underage pure girl—yet handful-spilling handfuls.萌 contrast killer.
Kisses + tit-play eased her tear-pain.
Juices surged.
'Like Natsuka crew—hentai girls lube like crazy.'
Not Yukino-gusher, but leagues above norm—his size fresh in, instant slick.
"Pain now?" Lips parted hers.
Nod, shake. "Little... but I want you owning me... love you tons!"
"More happy-excited-bliss than hurt..."
"Keep going, Rai-kun!"
Arms hugged waist, kissed him eager.
No holding back—pounded her fresh-broken tight hole fast.
Heart quivered, moans trilled as depths thrilled untouched bliss—itchy spasms, shy core kissed his glans deep.
Snowy body writhed hot-shy, ass auto-thrust met every plunge.
Each hit: nose-moan seductive, answering his pumps.
Moans + shy bucks sped him—brutal pistons battered depths, walls quivered dewy.
"Ahhh!!!"
Shy cry—body spasmed, walls clenched, milky tide erupted core-deep, soaked shaft, trailed ass-crack, stained sheets with virgin blood.
Tight squeeze numbed him.
Nothing for his stamina.
But her first bloom—he eased control, hammered hundred-plus savage strokes, deep-buried—unloaded endless magma into upthrust ass.
"Rai-kun!!!"
Impaled to ecstasy-death, moans endless, face flushed drunk, body quaking limp, ass red-spattered, cum-blood mess.
Peak crashed.
Rai Hikaru patted back soothing.
Minutes of twitches—eyes refocused.
First, hid shy in his chest.
He lifted chin, deep-kissed.
"Hiding? You came—I'm not done."
Solo Yukino or Natsuka: hours, 7-8 rounds min.
Threesomes/duos: dozens effortless.
Physique infinite ammo + Nutri-Quickline? Seed half-Japan easy.
This tease? Place-virgin mercy—dragon throbbed.
Hand over mouth, gasp: "Eh?! Movies say rest 10-15 mins post-one? You're ready?!"
Smile, stood—slap dragon on cheek.
Chainsaw-tank physique clicked.
Licked glans, cupped sore slit, coo: "Wanna satisfy you—felt so good."
"But... fear you'll break me..."
"Wanna do this often—not die first time..."
Peak bliss ever—but entry agony unforgettable.
His restrained fury nearly killed via pleasure.
Rai Hikaru grinned. "Don't worry—special physique. My fluids boost yours."
"Just half in before. Next, more."
Pulled hand—peeped.
Swollen slit recovered slick, lips parted welcoming.
Met wolfish eyes.
Shivers lingered, but no excuses—craved more peaks. Shy bow, turned, ass-up, legs spread, hands spread cheeks.
Rai Hikaru unleashed savage.
Hours of output.
Till enhanced-healing Nanami Akane lagged—pussy swollen bun-like, mercy.
Her tease started it.
First-stretch preps future.
Natsuka/Yukino playbook.
Body cum-drenched, swollen slit oozing thick white, belly full.
Satisfied, endless love.
Planned rinse-end.
Pool-cuddle: "One more..."
War reignited.
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