[Flying Thunder God Technique (Modified): Originally an S-rank space-time ninjutsu developed by the Second Hokage. Modified by the system: Removed complex requirements, requires no chakra. Can only mark females the host has had sexual relations with. Includes three unlimited marking slots. Marks automatically clear after one month.]
The voice faded. Ho Fei-yu didn't even stop to check the skill. He found a secluded spot, jumped over the railing, landed perfectly, and sprinted toward the school gate.
"That damn Yellow Hair! Trying to raid my home base while I'm out!" he cursed.
The piercing school bell woke up Masaru Onoshika, whom Ho Fei-yu had kicked unconscious earlier. He sat up like a jolted zombie, looking dazed. Then, the throbbing pain in his back and abdomen brought everything back.
"That piece of trash!!" he cursed, clutching his injuries. He stood up shakily, looking like a frail old man. His first thought wasn't the hospital, but revenge—and reclaiming Natsuha Shinomiya.
He wasn't surprised Natsuha had offered herself to Ho Fei-yu; he knew she was "that kind" of girl. But he was furious it wasn't him. Why him?! Just because his 'dick' is bigger? Okay, fine, it is bigger... but it's not fair!
Everything was gone. He had spent so much effort tracking her, even neglecting his daily masturbation to save up for today's release. And for what? Nothing! He imagined Natsuha and Ho Fei-yu in some dark corner right now, with Natsuha moaning, "Fei-yu's cock is so much better than Masaru's..."
"AAAARRGHH!" he roared in frustration.
"Wait!" He calmed down. "It's all a lie. They aren't in a relationship!" He analyzed their expressions and realized they weren't together. "Hahaha! I haven't lost! Big cock or not, technique is what matters! Having size without technique is like curry rice without curry—tasteless!"
He regained his confidence. Even if they had fucked, he was an expert at "stealing" women. Once he showed Natsuha his "variety of plays," she'd be addicted to him.
His smile faded into a dark, snake-like grin. I'll get my revenge. Not in ten years—today.
Limping toward the gate, he saw it was mostly empty. He sighed in relief that no one saw his pathetic state. Then, he spotted two beautiful figures waiting near the entrance. One was tall with massive breasts, the other petite.
"Damn... look at those tits," he whispered. The curve of the tall girl's chest was staggering. He felt a surge of lust, even in his injured state. He decided to act.
Hana Tenkawa and Kokoro Aono stood by the gate, waiting for Ho Fei-yu. Kokoro looked at Hana's gentle face, debating whether to tell her about her desire for Ho Fei-yu to kiss her. Eventually, she chose honesty.
Kokoro closed her eyes, expecting anger or a slap. Instead, she felt a warm hand stroking her head.
"Congratulations, Kokoro-chan," Hana's soft voice said.
Kokoro opened her eyes in disbelief. Looking into Hana's purple eyes, she saw an abyss of love so vast it could swallow everything. Hana's love for Fei-yu was even more intense than her own.