Yamano Yuta didn't answer, just stared down Rai Hikaru without a shred of fear, chest puffed like he had it all figured out.
And yeah, in Yamano Yuta's mind, movie good guys and heroes never went soft on villains—but they sure as hell didn't hurt fellow good guys.
To him, Rai Hikaru—former sorta-friend—wouldn't lay a finger on him, and he'd cave to the demands.
Movie-fueled confidence at its finest.
"So, Rai Hikaru-kun? You gonna agree or what?"
Rai Hikaru chuckled. "Why wouldn't I? Can't have word getting out I killed anyone—I'd never say no."
He strolled over to the still-grounded Yamano Yuta, even offering a hand to haul him up.
Yamano Yuta's face lit up, mouth opening for chit-chat.
Then a hand ballooned in his vision, clamping his throat vise-tight.
"Rai..."
Words choked off—crack. Darkness swallowed him.
Rai Hikaru dropped the neck-snapped Yamano Yuta like trash, shaking his head blankly. "Dead men keep the best secrets."
Whatever holy-mother movies poisoned Yamano Yuta's brain, Rai Hikaru wasn't some saint.
Just your average pure love warrior, spreading the gospel.
Don't hit him with sky-high morals.
And sure as shit don't point a gun at him.
Stacking the six corpses, Rai Hikaru snapped his fingers.
"Corpse Incineration Technique."
A brilliant flame sparked at his fingertip. He flicked it over.
Whoosh!!!
In seconds, the bodies blazed to nothing.
Not a speck of ash left.
"This Corpse Incineration Technique? Gold."
Rai Hikaru scanned the area—blood, cloth scraps, every tiny detail incinerated clean by the flames.
And deep down, he felt it: invisible threads tying him to Yosega Masaru, Yamano Yuta, and the rest—severed by the fire.
"So it doesn't just torch the physical—cuts karmic links too, huh."
"Even if cameras caught me killing them, as long as I burn 'em with this and skip public spots or cop stations, suspicion drops hard."
Rai Hikaru realized: Corpse Incineration Technique was way more OP than he'd thought.
Physical cleanup plus near-metaphysical severance—god-tier utility.
"No loose ends now."
Rai Hikaru strode out of the grove carefree.
His tall silhouette stretched long under the moonlight, fading into the distance.
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After zero-fucks-given cremation of the scum...
Rai Hikaru returned to Shino no Miya Natsumi's apartment.
Passing Yukino Mi Fuyu's door, he paused for a look.
Lights off—probably out.
Makes sense; the racket next door was huge.
A snow woman at home would've shown by now.
Rai Hikaru shook his head.
At Shino no Miya Natsumi's door, he knocked lightly.
Creak!
It flew open—her flawless porcelain face beaming from behind.
Shino no Miya Natsumi locked eyes on Rai Hikaru outside, cheeks flushed an unnatural pink.
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Without a word from him, she lunged into his arms, hands clamping his waist like she'd melt into him.
Her voice a pitiful plea: "Rai Hikaru-kun... hold me. Please."
Feeling those massive soft mounds squishing his chest nonstop, Rai Hikaru didn't shove her off like some clueless chump.
He knew today's shitshow at her place had rattled her bad.
She was just a busty high school girl with killer aikido—not some superwoman.
Rai Hikaru patted her silky back soothingly.
Clinging tight, Shino no Miya Natsumi soaked in the heart-calming warmth and the hot palm on her back, slowly steadying her pounding pulse.
Realizing her boldness, she blushed harder, reluctantly peeling away.
Face red but eyes unflinching—unlike her usual shy dodges—she gazed straight at him, voice soft and sultry: "Um, Rai Hikaru-kun... thanks for saving me again today... I-I'll make you some milk tea first?"
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Rai Hikaru clocked her vibe shift from normal, but eyed the wrecked room and shook his head. "Place is trashed— no milk tea, no homework, hell, no sleep."
"Tonight, hotel."
Shino no Miya Natsumi glanced back—cracked walls, flipped furniture, total chaos.
Head down, she tugged his sleeve shyly. "Whatever you say."
Rai Hikaru got she needed calm after the trauma.
He led her out, checked into a nearby luxury hotel.
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In the hotel's deluxe suite, Rai Hikaru lounged against the headboard, checking today's Pure Love System rewards.
Shino no Miya Natsumi had bolted to the bathroom on arrival—probably washing off the Yosega Masaru gang trauma, easing post-panic tension.
Rai Hikaru planned some psych support to dodge trauma shadows.
While waiting...
Time to review the NTR Kill Aura haul from smashing Yosega Masaru's crew.
"Excluding Shino no Miya Natsumi's 500, those yellow-hairs netted nearly 500 total."
"Plus her windfall—boom, Pure Love Points over a grand!"
Rai Hikaru grinned ear-to-ear.
One hell of a payday tonight!
Staring at those four-digit Pure Love Points, he itched to spin the lottery wheel—primordial urges rising.
But just as he geared up—
Creak.
Bathroom door eased open.
Shino no Miya Natsumi emerged from the steam, wrapped in just a towel.
Rai Hikaru paused the draw, eyes flicking over.
Her damp hair draped her shoulders, dripping seductive charm.
One thin towel? No containing that overdeveloped figure.
Chest straining the fabric like it might rip—Rai Hikaru mentally cursed.
Too damn stacked, too foul!
By past playbook, his stare would've had her blushing, head down, avert-city.
But nope.
This time, Shino no Miya Natsumi didn't cover up—puffed her chest prouder.
The jiggle made even worldly Rai Hikaru's heart skip.
He looked up: cheeks rosy, but her gaze drilled straight into him, unflinching.
Damn, this purple sunflower bloomed bold overnight?
"Rai Hikaru-kun!"
Before he could process, sweet scent hit—a soft, slick body crashed into his lap.
Plump lips sealed his.
Mouth blocked, Rai Hikaru's eyes widened in surprise.
Inches away: Shino no Miya Natsumi, eyes shut, lashes fluttering, flawless jade face pure perfection. He blinked.
Yeah, he'd saved her ass in the nick of time today—but this? Sudden wild-child mode.
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After an eternity of the forced kiss...
Shino no Miya Natsumi broke first—face beet-red from holding breath.
Rai Hikaru shoved her back gently—don't suffocate the girl.
Hands on her silky shoulders, he eyed her panting form. "What was that?"
Her sudden pounce and smooch felt way too eager—legit puzzled.
Shino no Miya Natsumi's eyes watery, lids low. "Repaying you. You saved my life today—I wanna thank you."
Before he replied: "Not just thanks. I've wanted to say... I like you, Rai Hikaru-kun!"
"I like you—so take all of me!"
Rai Hikaru probed: "You sure?"
She nodded. "Dead serious—all real."
"The security I crave? Only you give it. That feeling I love? Only on you."
"Since you booted Yosega Masaru this morning, my heart's been racing nonstop."
"Watching you wreck Manager Takahashi? Heart-melt central."
"I even fantasized pinning you down, kissing you raw, tangling up..."
"Secretly pictured filming a movie with you..."
"Then tonight's save—I know it: can't forget you, can't leave you."
"I'm head-over-heels for you, Rai Hikaru-kun!"
She lunged again, desperate to burrow into his warmth.
Her raw, sincere confession—no faking it.
Rai Hikaru opened his arms, cradling the fragrant soft body, patting her back lightly.
Craning her head up, those crimson eyes burned with hunger.
He leaned to her dainty earlobe, whispering: "Fair warning—you say you're into me, but I ain't into you yet."
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Prime scumbag line—yet Shino no Miya Natsumi hugged his waist tighter, dead serious. "I know. Don't care!"
"I'll show you my best sides, make you fall fast."
"I do aikido, ace student—homework copies anytime. I hydrate daily—super juicy..."
"Never touched other guys much. First handhold, first kiss? You. Want my first time with you too..."
"And I work out—can eat a Stellar Cup no spoon!"
"Bottom line: I'll make you like me, Rai Hikaru-kun."
"No matter what, I'll love you forever!"
Her earnest vows drew a smile from Rai Hikaru—this purple sunflower had cute quirks.
Eyeing her intensity, he went solemn. "Your words hit hard. Admit it—got me stirring."
"But listen: if I take you, you're locked in—no take-backs."
"No more close guy contacts—mine forever. Got it?"
He figured the strict terms might give her pause—think it over.
Nope.
Instant nod. "Crystal! Prepared for that when I offered!"
"I'll belong to you alone—forever!"
"Rai Hikaru-kun, I only like you."
"This life, next, the one after—only you!"
"Shino no Miya Natsumi loves just Rai Hikaru-kun!"
"Maybe I seem like a slut to you—but only your slut."
"I'll love only you—forever, Rai Hikaru!"
Her eyes bored into his, rock-steady.
Rai Hikaru grinned, tucking a stray lock behind her ear.
"You're extra gorgeous tonight."
Her face bloomed flawless—ethereal beauty, pure and sultry, like a painting come alive.
She knew: he'd accepted her, words or not.
Shino no Miya Natsumi slipped from his arms, stepped back half-pace.
Shoulders shrugged—towel cascaded off.
That supple, slick body dove back in.
But Rai Hikaru's hand shot up, halting her.
"Eh?!"
Shino no Miya Natsumi blinked, adorably confused.
Rai Hikaru smirked. "Hold up. You said Stellar Cup no spoon? Don't buy it—prove it."
"Okay!"
She sank slow, mumbling around it, words slurred.
"Rai Hikaru-kun... my love for you... overflowing..."
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Sun hid, moon reigned.
High above, the silver orb showered cool lunar glow, threads drifting earthward.
Neon blaze, Tokyo.
Tokyo Tower pierced clouds, empty at the peak; sparse crowds strolled below.
They laughed, shared day's tales.
A kid beamed to his mom about new knowledge, growth spurt.
In some anonymous hotel...
Rai Hikaru studied hard too.
He always knew: world brimmed with danger, begging his salvation.
Pure love's path? Long, brutal.
As the great poet Qu Yuan said: The road ahead is long and far, I will seek up and down.
Push on to claim the sweetest fruit.
Like that diary-loving lit master: Truth's endless—who cares? An inch forward's joy enough.
Tonight, Rai Hikaru inched closer.
Or more like 26 cm closer.
Either way: an inch's joy is joy.
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