Hearing that familiar voice, Takahashi jolted like he'd been shocked.
But clinging to a 0.0001% shot, he swatted away Rai Hikaru's phone, yanking his own. "Random dial scam? Not buying it! Calling Principal Kōroku Rika myself!"
Under Rai Hikaru and the tenants' stares, Takahashi shakily dialed.
Rai Hikaru watched stone-faced, like eyeing a clown.
"Hello? Principal Kōroku Rika? Some guy's impersona—" Takahashi got cut off mid-sentence.
"You're fired, Takahashi. No longer Showa Apartments manager."
"Now appointing Rai Hikaru acting manager. Pack and bounce."
Kōroku Rika's ice-cold voice sliced through the line.
Takahashi crumpled to the floor.
Rai Hikaru's words? All legit!
He knew her!
Tenants gawked, stunned at Rai Hikaru.
Yukina Fuyuno? Most shocked—wide-eyed at the high-schooler who'd loaned her rent last time.
Now casually owning the landlord beef?
His sharp profile, unflappable cool—Yukina Fuyuno zoned out, mesmerized.
This kid—younger than me, but so damn handsome!
Fists clenched her skirt. Snow woman power glitch? Her panties felt soaked under it.
...
"Manager Takahashi—total snob, doubting the kid 'cause he's young."
"Not manager anymore! Takahashi's always been shady!"
"Yeah! Always squeezing extras on rent—swiped my whole tray of eggs the other day!"
"You got off easy. Last month, couldn't pay—bastard groped my wife!"
"Principal Kōroku Rika nailed it! Takahashi overdue for the boot!"
Tenants piled on, finger-pointing Takahashi.
They'd doubted Rai Hikaru too—but that didn't stop the pile-on.
The jeers hammered Takahashi—fired, broke, head spinning.
He staggered up, desperate to flee.
No more monkey-in-the-zoo, clown-on-stage vibes.
Two wobbly steps—bam! Into a tall, solid frame.
Takahashi sprawled again.
Rai Hikaru loomed. "Cough up the 200k I fronted for Miss Yukina's rent."
Takahashi glared up. "Why?!"
Rai Hikaru flat. "Principal Kōroku Rika waived her rent a year."
Takahashi blustered. "Bull! Lemme confirm with her myself!"
Rai Hikaru sighed as Takahashi lurched to dodge.
"Man..."
Hand shot out, snagging Takahashi's collar.
Hauled him up, dangling mid-air.
Panic hit Takahashi—feet kicking. "I-I'll pa—"
Word unfinished—Rai Hikaru's fist cratered his gut.
"Gave you a shot—you blew it!"
Thud-thud-thud!
Punches rained on Takahashi's belly with Rai Hikaru's words.
Blood spewed; eyes rolled back.
Tenants froze at the raw power—then cheered wild.
"Yeah! Smash him!"
"Takahashi deserved it!"
"Total sleaze—keep pounding!"
Ten-plus gut-shots caved Takahashi's abs.
Rai Hikaru dropped him. Silent, cold stare.
Takahashi—near blackout—snapped alert, sobbing. "I-I'll transfer! Transferring now! No more—please!"
Snot-n-tears, he wired 200k to Rai Hikaru.
Then, puking blood, bolted downstairs.
Rai Hikaru shook his head at the ragged retreat. "Coulda gone easy if you'd paid quick. Gave you chances—you're useless."
Crowd here? No kill-shot.
But Takahashi daring to bug Yukina Fuyuno again? Rai Hikaru planned the beatdown anyway—just no need for BS excuses like "left foot first" wordplay.
Post-Takahashi, tenants swarmed Rai Hikaru—thanks galore.
Gratitude for axing the creep? Secondary. Principal named him acting manager—time to butter up.
Some female tenants "thanked" extra close, rubbing up.
Rai Hikaru sweat-dropped, waving 'em off.
Finally turned to Yukina Fuyuno, who'd witnessed it all.
She stared blank. Rai Hikaru waved a hand before her stunning blue eyes. "Miss Yukina? Yo?"
"AH! Y-yes! Here!" She snapped to, flustered.
Catching his puzzled look...
Hands mashed her skirt. "C-come in, Rai-kun—tea coming!"
She bolted inside.
Door shut—Yukina Fuyuno gasped huge.
"Ugh... did my power slip again?..." "Skirt... panties... soaked..."
"Almost got caught by Rai-kun..."
"Mortifying!"
Quick change—new outfit.
Worried he'd wait forever, she rushed out.
Rai Hikaru looked up.
Yukina Fuyuno ditched the usual tight sweater, step-skirt, and stockings.
Now: sheer purple slip dress.
Rushed out—one thin strap slipped her shoulder.
Hiss!
Legendary snow woman—no lie.
Shoulder porn, straight fire!
That smooth, bare curve peeking.
Massive rack straining the loose fabric.
Plump, thick white thighs—black-silk rarities exposed.
White hair, widow's ring...
Fuck me!
High-caliber Rai Hikaru cursed inwardly, averting eyes politely.
Milf-connoisseur him, facing Yukina Fuyuno rivaling ceiling-level Mrs. Mira in beauty?
Heart thudded wild.
Mrs. Mira? Foster excuse to suppress urges.
Miss Yukina? Tough nut.
Noticing his odd glance, Yukina Fuyuno blushed—hiked the strap.
But spotting him, her lips curled joyfully under the flush.
Other men's stares? Revulsion.
Rai Hikaru's? Thrilling secret buzz.
Maybe 'cause nights lately, dreams starred him?
Ptooey!
No defiling Rai-kun in dreams dozens times yesterday—not to his face today!
Tea in hand, Yukina Fuyuno approached, quelling inner riot. Softly: "Rai-kun... you saved me again. Thank you so much."
Up close, her face heated more.
Rai Hikaru mustered iron will—netori-hunter unbreakable.
Took the cup, grinning shake. "No biggie. Justice demands—"
"Scalding!"
Lips brushed—lava-hot. Thin-ass brew!
Super physique barely held... wait!!!
Mouth icing over!!!
Wait—Miss Yukina's face this close?!
Noses brushing!
Lips cooling fast?!
Shit!
Miss Yukina's forcing a kiss!!!