Can't ruin my image…
Strangely, Shinonome Natsuka found herself starting to care a little about what Rai Hikaru thought of her.
Seeing her still collapsed on the ground, motionless, Rai Hikaru's patience thinned.
"All right, that's enough. Come on, let's get to school—you'll be late," he said, extending his hand toward her.
Unable to explain herself, Natsuka said nothing. She simply took his hand and struggled to her feet.
As Rai Hikaru prepared to turn and leave, Natsuka clutched her soaked uniform tightly.
"Um… my clothes got wet. I need to go home and change…"
Rai Hikaru glanced back. In front of him stood the high school girl in her JK uniform, cheeks flushed, biting her red lips, hands pressed to the outline of her soaked chest, blinking up at him.
It was undeniably… provocative.
Any ordinary teenage boy would have been nosebleeding instantly.
But Rai Hikaru just gave it a cursory glance and turned away.
"I'm heading to school first. See you."
With Masaru Ooshika out of the picture, there was little more "Pure Love points" to harvest from Natsuka for now.
And he didn't want to linger around this potentially eccentric girl any longer, so leaving quickly was a good idea.
"Eh?!"
Natsuka froze, stunned by his abrupt departure. She had been so confident… and now?
Was she really that unappealing?
Beauty failing, Natsuka resorted to the next option: money.
"Um… let's take a cab! We won't be late! We'll go home, change, and then head to school!"
"And I'll cover it!"
"Deal!"
No sooner had she said "cover it" than Rai Hikaru, as if he had never even turned away, reappeared beside her.
Taxis in Tokyo weren't cheap. Even if the walk from home to school was long, Rai Hikaru usually chose to go on foot. But a free ride? Naturally, he wasn't going to refuse.
Despite the slight sting to his pride, Natsuka was happy. She hailed a cab while inhaling Rai Hikaru's familiar scent now beside her.
Rai Hikaru, following her into the car, didn't notice the three stylish girls who had been silently watching the earlier fight.
The three, having witnessed Rai Hikaru utterly decimate Masaru, now trailed his retreating figure with wide, entranced eyes, seemingly unable to look away…
…
A few minutes into the ride, Rai Hikaru's sharp gaze caught the female driver in the front mirror.
This old lady… she isn't thinking about some young man, is she?
Frowning, he turned his head for a better look.
Whoa.
It hit him. Natsuka's uniform, soaked from earlier, clung to her chest and revealed everything.
In front of Masaru and the others it had been hidden by the quality of her uniform, but now, the wet fabric left little to the imagination. The JK uniform, no matter how good, couldn't contain… well, the wetness.
Rai Hikaru wasn't particularly interested in her body, but he had to admit: as the heroine of a show like this, Natsuka's figure was extraordinary.
Due to the soaking, he could clearly see her deep purple undergarment beneath.
Large. Round. Soft and bouncy like jelly.
After a few quick, shallow glances, Rai Hikaru withdrew his gaze from the revealing gap.
"Eh… Rai-kun! Wha… what are you doing taking off your clothes?!"
Natsuka shouted, startled.
She had been debating internally whether she wanted to get to know Rai Hikaru better, feeling guilty for even thinking about it because of Yuta, her childhood friend, and had been daydreaming absentmindedly.
Then suddenly, Rai Hikaru started pulling off his school jacket.
She panicked. What… what was he doing? On a crowded taxi, no less?
Her first time… and in front of a third party…
Yet, inexplicably, a small part of her felt a twinge of anticipation.
She didn't resist the way she had with Masaru. Not at all.
This… this is bad…
Smack!
Rai Hikaru tossed the jacket over her flushed shoulders and calmly returned to his seat.
"Take a look at yourself."
Natsuka looked down. Her white shirt was completely soaked, now almost transparent.
Her cheeks burned crimson.
Today she had been wearing a partially padded bra… and it was far too revealing when wet.
Embarrassed beyond belief, she instinctively hugged herself, trying to cover herself.
But her figure was too well-developed; nothing worked.
Cover the top, the bottom showed. Cover the bottom, the top leaked. Cover the middle, and both top and bottom peeked through her fingers.
Finally, she understood the purpose of Rai Hikaru tossing her jacket.
Quickly, she slipped it on the right way. At last, everything was fully covered.
"Phew…" she breathed, relief washing over her. "Sorry… I misunderstood you earlier…"
"Th-thank you…" she added, inhaling the faint scent still lingering on his jacket.
"No problem," Rai Hikaru replied casually, then went silent.
Natsuka looked like she wanted to say something, her curiosity and desire to engage still evident, but Rai Hikaru had zero interest.
He was busy checking the rewards from earlier: the points earned for dealing with Masaru Ooshika.
"Huh? 220 Pure Love points? Shouldn't it be 120?" Rai Hikaru muttered, surprised.
He remembered: he had earned 20 points for making Masaru pee from his roar, and 100 for the "Fatal Strike" to his groin. That should total 120. Where did the extra 100 come from?
A quick check of the point breakdown revealed the answer.
[Ding! Shinonome Natsuka, influenced by the host, used the water bottle to hit Masaru Ooshika, bravely resisting his advances. Favorable for Pure Love. Reward: +50 Pure Love points!]
[Ding! Shinonome Natsuka, under the host's influence, resisted Masaru Ooshika's verbal temptation, refusing to go home with him. Favorable for Pure Love. Reward: +50 Pure Love points!]
"So that's it," Rai Hikaru murmured. "The heroine earns points for actions that promote Pure Love—like resisting a delinquent physically or verbally."
"In that case, I can't ignore her completely. Make her braver, turn her into a 'Minotaur Fighter,' and the points will skyrocket."
His gaze lingered on Natsuka.
She didn't understand why he looked at her so intently, but the heat in his eyes made her shiver, thighs clenching instinctively.
"Ugh!"
Her involuntary, sultry whimper and the blush on her cheeks left Rai Hikaru speechless.
Turning this normally timid heroine into a Minotaur Fighter wasn't going to be easy. One look, and she reacted like this—he had no words.
But it explained why Natsuka had found the courage to resist Masaru earlier instead of submitting as she normally would.
The influence was his. The Pure Love aura had a hidden effect: when near him, heroines who normally dumb down around delinquents regained their wits.
Even facing a delinquent, they wouldn't be reduced to idiots.
Rai Hikaru trusted the Pure Love aura and suspected it had many untapped potentials.
Still, he wondered… did merely looking at her really neutralize her "dumbed down" reaction?
After all, he was no Minotaur—just a perfect Pure Love youth.
He then checked what he could do with the points.
According to the system, 10 points could be exchanged for one attribute point.
With 220 points, he could exchange 22 points in total—boosting his strength further.
Daily limits applied, though: only one point per attribute type per day, meaning 5 points per day.
He exchanged 5 points for strength, feeling the increase immediately.
"The rest… I'll use for the lottery."
Pure Love points could also be spent in a roulette draw—randomly granting skills, items, and other bonuses.
10 points per draw, with a guaranteed reward every ten draws. Coupled with the system's initial five free draws, he could make up to 22 attempts.
"Leave 20 points for now. Let's do two ten-draws first."
He allocated the points and began the draw.
[Ding! Roulette draw in progress…]
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