[Ding! Detected Shino no Miya Natsumi's affection for the host has reached max value! This massively upholds the Pure Love System's cherished pure love ideals—peak Pure Love God of War vibes! ]
[Ding! Congrats, host! Reward: 'Pure Love Points +500'! ]
Rai Hikaru, tailing Yosega Masaru and his crew, froze at the sudden system alerts in his head.
"Wait, what the hell?!"
"What just happened?!"
"Shino no Miya Natsumi hitting max affection out of nowhere—fine, whatever. But 500 Pure Love Points? What the fuck?!"
"Damn, all the yellow-hair cucks I've smashed so far didn't even net this much combined!"
"How's it suddenly dropping this fat reward?!"
"You're making me look like a total clown here, you know."
[Ding! Shino no Miya Natsumi is one of this world's fated characters. Maxing her affection perfectly aligns with Pure Love God of War principles! ]
[The 500 Pure Love Points are your well-earned reward, host! ]
Rai Hikaru got the gist from the system's explanation.
Holy shit, you could've said that sooner!
He'd ditched Shino no Miya Natsumi and leaped downstairs to one-shot Yosega Masaru's gang for max Pure Love Points, once and for all.
Turns out the biggest haul was on Shino no Miya Natsumi herself.
Talk about a cow riding a balloon—mind-fucking blown!
Yeah, he felt like a goddamn clown now.
But he was already here—might as well keep shadowing Yosega Masaru's crew and off them all.
Mosquito meat was still meat, and wiping these punks should bag decent Pure Love Points too.
...
...
About a kilometer from Shino no Miya Natsumi's apartment.
Yosega Masaru and the other delinquents hobbled along, propping each other up.
Yosega Masaru marveled at his own toughness—after that brutal beatdown, he could still walk.
And the more he moved, the faster he went, the better he felt.
He had no clue Rai Hikaru had precisely controlled his strikes back in the apartment—not to kill or cripple outright, avoiding a room full of disgusting meat paste. Yosega Masaru just figured he was built different.
The yellow-haired lookout delinquent chimed in admiringly. "Yosega-kun, your body's insane! Surviving that monster and walking this straight? Legend!"
Then he added, "Speaking of, Yosega-kun, how we handling today? And what about this loser?"
He booted Yamano Yuta, who was leading the pack.
Yamano Yuta stumbled but kept his mouth shut, trembling as he glanced back at Yosega Masaru's gang.
Yosega Masaru eyed the frontrunner Yamano Yuta, shame and rage flashing in his eyes.
After staggering out of the apartment, they'd rested downstairs in agony before moving—right when Yamano Yuta bolted out.
Those final kicks from Yamano Yuta inside? Yosega Masaru remembered every one.
He held grudges like a pro.
Rai Hikaru had been there then—no moves allowed. Now? Fuck that.
Gritting through his crotch pain, Yosega Masaru lashed out with a kick, then jabbed a finger at the fallen Yamano Yuta, snarling. "This trash had the balls to kick me earlier. That grove up ahead—no cameras. Drag him in, beat his ass. Gotta vent—today's pissed me off to hell!"
"As for Rai Hikaru... we call the cops!"
"We report him! He killed one of ours!"
"That's no joke!"
Sure, they were delinquents, but against Rai Hikaru? Yosega Masaru ditched any revenge-by-fist plans—his legs shook just replaying the scene.
But letting it slide? No way.
Cops it was—let the authorities handle him.
First, though, wreck this clown who'd fake-hero'd kicks while he could.
Yosega Masaru and the crew dragged the protesting Yamano Yuta into the grove. Soon, screams echoed from the trees.
"You trash, kicking me when you got the chance? Kneel!"
"Kneeling ain't enough—open wide! Drink my piss!"
"Haha! Yosega-kun, you're savage! But I gotta unload too—nearly pissed myself facing that monster!"
"Yuta, mouth open!"
"..."
The grove rang with Yosega Masaru's gang turning bullying humiliation into sick fun.
As they vented their Rai Hikaru terror on an easier target...
A light, ethereal voice drifted through the silent woods, clear as day to every ear.
"Looks fun. Mind if I join?"
The sudden ghostly whisper jolted Yosega Masaru's crew—ghosts? They whipped around in terror, faces draining to worse than ghost-sight.
"R-Rai... Rai Hikaru?!"
Yosega Masaru shrieked.
"Tch tch tch... The weak draw blades on the weaker." Rai Hikaru gazed at the sobbing, tormented Yamano Yuta, shaking his head stone-faced.
"Rai Hikaru... how the hell are you here?!"
"You... you've been following us?!"
Yosega Masaru's mind cleared in a bone-chilling wave, piecing together why he'd walked out alive—everything clicked.
Under Rai Hikaru's mocking half-smile...
Yosega Masaru dropped to his knees in a flash. "I was wrong! I get it now, Rai Hikaru—I'll be your dog for life!"
"Please! Mercy—don't kill me...!"
The last word barely left his lips before his vision blurred.
Why's that kneeling guy look so weird? No head on that neck... that garish shirt looks familiar. Wait... that's me? Where's my head?!
[Ding! Detected host killed the utterly damnable NTR scum Yosega Masaru. Reward: Pure Love Points "+200"! ]
One punch sent Yosega Masaru's head flying; Rai Hikaru stomped it to mush.
He'd toyed enough back at the apartment.
These scum deserved crueler torment, but Rai Hikaru was over playing with clowns like Yosega Masaru.
Save the fun torture for other yellow-hair NTRs when the mood struck.
That Coach Higashi seemed solid—built tough, good for breaking.
Musing, Rai Hikaru dashed quick punches into each remaining delinquent's skull.
Four watermelons burst near-simultaneously.
[Ding! Detected host killed a wicked delinquent yellow-hair. Reward: Pure Love Points "+50"! ]
[Ding! ... ]
Four more alerts chimed.
Rai Hikaru stood straight, five headless corpses at his feet.
He wiped his fists clean, eyeing Yamano Yuta—curled on the ground, shaking, pissing himself nonstop.
Gulping terror, Yamano Yuta forced a greeting. "R-Rai... Rai Hikaru-kun! Long time no see!"
Rai Hikaru smiled politely back. "Long time, Yuta."
"Oh, right—Yuta. You won't spill today's events, yeah?"
Yamano Yuta had squeezed his eyes shut in fear during the kills, but this scene screamed Rai Hikaru's handiwork.
At the icy-edged question, Yamano Yuta nearly blurted of course not.
But then—Rai Hikaru used to ignore him, sure, but never harm him. Decent terms, friends even?
Deep breath. Yamano Yuta grinned at Rai Hikaru. "Of course, Rai Hikaru-kun—we're good buddies! Why would I blab?"
"I'll keep your secret. But I got one condition."
Rai Hikaru's lip curled, intrigued. "Shoot."
Yamano Yuta straightened, confidence swelling at the smile. "Natsumi-nee and you seem close. Help me patch things up—she's got me all wrong now."
"Then, back off her completely. She's my childhood crush—you get me."
Rai Hikaru chuckled. "Go on."
Yamano Yuta pressed. "And... whenever I need help, you drop everything and show."
"That way, I'll guard your murder secret tight."
Rai Hikaru shook his head, baffled. "Yuta, you were shaking like a bitch against Yosega Masaru's crew. How come you're fearless with me—dishing demands?"
Yamano Yuta shrugged like it was obvious. "Cuz I think you're a good guy!"
Rai Hikaru laughed dryly. "A good guy deserves a gun to the head?"