Seeing the beautiful woman's tense stare locked on him.
Rai Hikaru shook his head, smiled faintly. "Nah, opposite—thanks for the help. But you are?"
The stacked beauty wore a loose deep-green off-shoulder long-sleeve top over a light-green tank base, black joggers hugging long, plump legs.
Outfit and vibe screamed no janitor or cleaner.
With that face and figure? Unforgettable on sight.
But Rai Hikaru knew—no such hot neighbor wife nearby.
Next door? Total hikikomori dude, no wife. Sudden curvy MILF? Red flag.
His polite question hit—her palm slapped forehead. "Ah! Forgot intros!"
"I'm Katsuragi Shoko. New place few floors up. Under reno—can't move in yet."
"Two days, crashing at my fiancé's son's—my stepson. Right next door."
"Neighbors soon—nice to meet ya!"
Katsuragi Shoko bowed polite.
Killer rack heaved waves—cleavage peeked deep from loose neckline, eye-magnet.
Rai Hikaru skimmed, brow furrowed—scrutinized the stunning MILF.
Nothing off at first—but name rang bells. Face sharpened familiar.
Merged with past-life memory of a bombshell wife.
Brow arched. Polite back: "Shoko-san, Rai Hikaru."
Casual probe: "Next-door neighbor—your stepson? Seems hikikomori."
"Barely crossed paths. Don't even know his name—rude, huh."
Shoko waved. "Step-son? Total shut-in. Didn't greet me today—we haven't met. Busy maybe."
"Fiancé says he's Kureki Tsuneyari."
"Oh! Two daughters—eldest Sayaka, second Yuki."
"High schoolers—maybe your school, Rai-kun. Look out for 'em!"
Info clicked—Rai Hikaru clocked it. Casual nod, smile. "Got it. Thanks for the details—warm welcome, Shoko-san."
She smiled polite, kept sweeping hall floor.
Chatting hot young stud? Shoko buzzed—like guys any age digging 16yo teen girls.
Rai Hikaru played cool outwardly—but eyes on her turned odd.
Post-intro—stepson and daughters named—memory locked.
Past-life crew confirmed!
Knew neighbor was NEET.
But jackpot: Kureki Tsuneyari himself.
Shoko not moved in—recent engagement with his dad?
Reno delay—step-in to NEET pad.
NEET NTR this time...
Noted. Bound her silent Pure Love Alert crane.
Polite bye—back inside.
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...
Room in, Rai Hikaru boiled quick noodles, scarfed.
Body time—points boosted power, but training essential.
Faster gains, adapt spikes, master every ounce—crush NTR precise.
Daily ritual when free.
Mid-barbell thousand squats—one-finger pushup prep—Pure Love Radar pinged.
[Ding! NTR event imminent near host—stay alert!]
Paused, grinned. "NTR at home workout? Sweet."
Dressed fast, door out.
Figured Shoko/Kureki link.
Nope—next door dead quiet. Her heels gone—split.
Recall: two days till move-in with girls. Today just hello.
NEET skipped greet—territory turf.
Her sweep? Dirty floor bonus.
"NEET waits for setup. Not Shoko then?"
Pure Love Radar map: red blip upstairs—Shirobaku family?
"Apartment full of gold post-school? World delivers."
Grin curled. Door shut, upstairs.
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...
Shirobaku Chieri fumed today—worse after window-open eavesdrop on chatty downstairs neighbors.
"Neighbors yapping? Ruining my vid binge!"
JK-skirted high schooler lounged bed-head—petite left foot propped snowy right thigh. Skirt hiked—pink chub-panties peeked. Outfit and pale skin screamed teen glow.
But cute girl griped over nothing.
Not real noise hate—could shut window.
Just pissy mood venting.
Parents away days—uncle Shirobaku Yutaka babysitting.
Hated that uncle.
Creepy greasy mug—girls face-fanatic, instant deduct.
Worse: post-puberty, spotted his sleazy eyes groping her body.
Sharing space? Rage-fuel.
Downstairs duck-quack yell.
"Chi-chan! Dinner!"
Phone down, grumble-stomped downstairs.
Creepy beer-gut Yutaka already seated one side.
Chieri plopped opposite—max distance.
Yutaka eye-twitch—but eyed her lithe teen curves, licked lips, smirked.
Pointed food. "Chi-chan, slaved for this—eat hot!"
Chieri rolled eyes. "Mom prepped this morn—nuke two mins. Duh."
"Uncle, you time-traveled? Microwave illiterate?"
"I'll handle next—no trouble."
His humblebrag nuked—exposed, snarked.
Yutaka's grin died—face sagged.
Grown venomous...
"Eat... Chi-chan." Forked solo.
Credit-grab on mom's meal? Chieri sneered, ignored—chowed phone-scrolling.
Yutaka shoveled, snuck peeks.
Grown niece's flower-face, puberty curves.
"Fake swallow"—throat gulped lust nonstop.
Decades solo—even blood-niece? Crotch burned, filthy thoughts flashed.
Meal masked drool.
Or she'd despise harder.
Bliss: dine with her, ogle youthful beauty—woman drought years.
But phone-smiles ignored him—like poison glance.
Yutaka snapped. "Oi, Chi-chan! No phone at meals—rude! Sit here, chat uncle?"
Up, eye-roll. "Parents don't care—you can't."
"Chat you? Generational gap city. Get real job, uncle."
Yutaka boiled—chopsticks down, barked: "Chi-chan! Remember kid words?"
Phone down, flat. "Nope."
Cold tone, disgust eyes—Yutaka fury-peaked. Slap-worthy disrespect.
But JK curves flashed—swallowed rage, forced grin.
"Kid-you said: grow up, marry uncle~!"
Falcetto kid-mimic, cutesy pose.
His duck-squeak lilt? Chieri rice-hocked.
"Urp...! Uncle, stop... urp!"
"Don't talk like that—gross me out."
"Kid words ain't gospel."
"You tricked baby-me—took serious?"
"You, my uncle—marry niece? For real?"
"Despo old perv eyeing niece 'cause no wife? Nasty..."
Disgust glare, venom spit.
"You...!" Yutaka jabbed furious finger.
Insulted raw—rage max.
No comeback.
His plan exact.
Ugly slob jobless—40s wifeless.
Kid-promise wife.
Planned niece-wed—only option.
Parents trip-beg? Ditched trash-heap home, rushed.
Grown niece scorned him.
Dirty? Yeah. Jobless? Yup. Ugly? Check.
This hate tho?
Baited decade-plus—now bail? Her fault!
Yutaka glared fuming.
Chieri done—chopsticks down, sneered pre-bath. "Full."
Tidied, bathroom-bound.
Watched door shut—mind raced dirty.
Niece stripping, baring 16-17yo teen perfection.
Yutaka gulped chain.
"No! Promised me! Marry uncle!"
"No take-backs! Honor words!"
"Chi-chan! Chi-chan! Chi-chan!!!"
Hand crept crotch—eyes bloodshot, evil schemes swirled.
Froze.
Not conscience—niece-assault beastly, sure.
Underwhelming, low-thrill.
"Not my ramen-trash dump—this her home! High school girl den!"
Gasp... room reeks teen scent panties...
Quit grope.
Stood, bolted upstairs—straight to Chieri's room.
Bathroom mid-strip—Chieri realized: no change clothes.
"No—creep uncle home. Can't nude-fetch post-shower. Grab now."
Redressed JK hasty, jacket-robed full-cover, bath-exit.
Sleaze uncle's ogles? Zero skin shown.
Tight even home.
Upstairs fast.
No uncle?—weird. Hit second floor.
Door—shut earlier—ajar. Lights on!
Gut clenched—eyes wide, peered.
Yutaka rummaged drawers—hunting.
Chieri exploded. "Uncle Yutaka! What the hell?!"
Jumpscare—blurted: "Hunting Chi-chan panties to fap!"
"Wha?! Pervert!!!"
Eyes bugged—gross visions.
Jabbed yell: "Filthy freak! No uncle cred! Calling cops—telling folks!"
Bolted downstairs.
Real call-threat—Yutaka panicked.
Parents hear niece-panty-jerk? Life over!
Cops? Instant jail—prior attempted rape record, virgin drought!
Rushed after. "Chi-chan! Hear me out!"
"No! Calling parents—spill!" Downstairs, phone-grab dialing.
Dialing spied—Yutaka dashed, yanked cord!
Dead beep pre-dial.
Phone hunt—pocket empty!
Bathroom drop? Rush-loss?
"You perv gonna... what?!"
No phone—saw Yutaka red-eyed, twisted-grin, stalking close.
Her snap—he leered evil. "What? Chi-chan, know how tempting high school girl to 40s virgin like uncle?"
Eyes saucer-stunned. "You... freak... you mean...?!"
Evil cackle. "Yup! Uncle's niece-lusting scum!"
"Parents gone—no cops! Be good, do uncle!"
"Kid-promise bride? Cave time early!"
Phone hurl: "Die, perv uncle!"
Door-dash—escape, report.
Dodged, flank-blocked door.
Halt—or trapped.
"Help! Somebody!!!"
Backpedal desperate, max distance.
Her despair-pretty face? Yutaka thrilled harder.
Stalked step-by-step, sleazy grin. "Chi-chan, no run, no yell."
"Just us—scream throat raw, no save!"
"Be uncle's woman!"
"Hahahaha!"
Cornered dead-end—Chieri ashen, despair total.
His week-unwashed stink thickened, steps nearer—no plan.
Cord dead, phone gone, door blocked—wail only.
"Help! Help!!!"
"Perv uncle raping! Save me!!!"
Her despair-screech? Yutaka euphoric.
Ugly mug flushed engorged.
Virgin decades to niece curves? Roared:
"Hah! Told ya—just us! Door locked dead."
"Scream all ya want—no one's co—"
BOOM!!!
Thunder-crash cut mid-boast.
Jolt-stunned duo.
Twist door—locked tight? Swung wide.
Stunned gap—tall black-haired youth strolled casual in.
Met their shock—faint smile, calm-polite: "Who was yelling for help?"