Rai Hikaru clocked it: post-mark activation with Shino no Miya Natsumi linked their luck faintly.
His gear amped on her.
Qingming Talisman? Yosega Masaru's crew iron-rod raged yesterday—no dent.
Now mark-boosted on her? Range, durability, uptime doubled plus.
Pure Love Origami Crane same deal.
No need visual tail or approach—any lech thought from miles away pinged him early.
Rai Hikaru's wins too.
Aura menu dive:
[Pure Love Mark Bonus: Each marked subject generates 100 Pure Love Points weekly for host! ]
"Holy shit—ten marks? Passive 1000/week?"
"Hundred? Ten grand weekly?!"
AFK gold farm—each mark a miner. Rai Hikaru grinned wolfish.
But nah—triggers tough.
Fusion doable-ish; max affection? Grind city.
"And... ten, hundred miners? Pure love? System's take feels... off vanilla."
"Mark screams weird hentai trope."
Rai Hikaru shrugged—system meshed his vibe fine. Nitpick details? Whatever.
"Aura's endless tricks—mark buffs gear this hard? Already OP tools go nuclear."
"Scale that to all Pure Love kit? Smooth sailing."
Mira-san flashed—his closest, top priority. Tsutsuji House twins too.
World worries? Them first.
Power grind partly for their shield.
No strings? Mira-san, Kaede-san, her four daughters—still core.
"If Mira-san's gear hit this level..."
Thought sparked.
Mark needs that process... cough!
Cough cough!!!
Rai Hikaru zapped Mira-san's curves from mind, nuked the filthy urge.
Not at Tsutsuji House now, but she housed him anytime!
Sin too deep!
Shoved down Little Hikaru—worn from night ops yet throbbing at her...
Cab to school.
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Class slouch, Rai Hikaru book-stared bored.
Luck sucked today.
Yesterday? Doorstep yellow-hair/NTR swarm—Pure Love Points jackpot.
Radar range king today? Crickets.
Commute smooth, bros harmonious—no single cuck snag.
Infuriating!
Good thing Shino no Miya Natsumi vented some steam last night.
Else? Despair city.
Baseball club—stir shit with Coach Higashi?
Pre-NTR intent? Minimal/no points.
"Wait... baseball club!"
Epiphany.
"Right—Nanami Akane joined, got blackmailed by that scum coach."
"Clubs? NTR hotspots."
"Baseball's infested—others too."
"Can't passive-radar—gotta hunt!"
Recent club rush—he'd scout as recruit bait.
Past-life intel + Aura Sight + Radar = cuck purge. Smash, spread pure love, bank points!
Phone down, early study drag—Rai Hikaru scanned idle.
Front-row: Hamazaki Reina's babe trio kept sneaking peeks.
Plotting?
Call log pinged—yesterday's frenzy with Shino no Miya Natsumi nuked phone checks.
Dozens missed calls 7-8 PM unknowns.
Link to post-school home-stalk babes, him MIA...
Rai Hikaru smirked—they stewed salty.
Firecracker tempers? Livid for sure.
Stolen glances, no beef? Brewing scheme?
Babe Trio wouldn't drop easy.
Rai Hikaru shrugged—small fry. Let 'em scheme.
Ring ring ring!
Bell tolled—post-study exit for club hunt.
"Rai Hikaru-kun!"
Turned—Vice Homeroom Shirakawa Miho waved from door.
"Something up, Shirakawa-sensei?" Rai Hikaru approached.