Rai Hikaru blanked as Yukina Fuyuno lunged face-first, smashing her soft lips onto his.
What the actual fuck?!
Wasn't this tea service a sec ago?!
How'd it escalate this fast?!
Am I finally taking a pearl strike from the white-haired widow snow woman?!
Too sudden—am I dreaming?!
Ten seconds of brain-melt later, Yukina Fuyuno eased back slow.
She apologized nonstop. "Sorry, Rai-kun! My body's naturally ice-cold—tea needs boiling-hot temps. Slipped my mind; burned you—so sorry!"
Yukina Fuyuno dropped to her knees, bowing deep.
Rai Hikaru yanked her up quick. "No sweat—tiny thing, no need."
"But... Miss Yukina, that move just now... why?"
Post-ambush kiss, Rai Hikaru finally processed.
Too blitz—he hadn't unleashed his silver tongue!
Unclear snow woman intent—didn't wanna trigger rage mode either.
Yukina Fuyuno flushed, mumbling. "My... constitution. Super cold, exhales frost. Saw you scalded—panicked, panicked and... took liberties."
"You're young—first kiss, right...?"
"This filthy widow's unforgivable! Sorry, Rai-kun!"
Down she went again, bowing forehead-to-floor.
Rai Hikaru hauled her up. "Whoa—whoa! Miss Yukina—really, no need!"
Finally upright, he pondered. "That kiss... your first too, right?"
"You said—fiancé crashed day two post-engagement."
Yukina Fuyuno's face burned, head dipped mosquito-soft. "Mmm..."
White strands draped her slipped-strap shoulder—shy widow vibe, blood-pressure spiking.
Rai Hikaru inhaled deep, throttling pounce urge. Soft: "Maybe you lost out, Miss Yukina—no sorries needed."
Couldn't admit: his physique shrugged off the burn quick—kiss or no, zero diff.
Yukina Fuyuno blushed silent.
Truth? More unsaid.
Yeah, first kiss.
But her "cred" stash? Decades building!!!
That kiss—sweet, intoxicating haze.
She'd nearly cracked—craved pinning the handsome teen, unleashing wild!!!
But this innocent high-schooler, zero pushback on her lunge? Couldn't bear harming him!
Rai Hikaru's shock seemed greener—never held a girl's hand?
God—why tease a snow woman with perfection like this?!
Punishment?!
I endure!
Endure!!
ENDURE!!!
Yukina Fuyuno crushed the overflowing, explosive beast-rush.
Forced prim pose, head tilt, charming smile at Rai Hikaru.
He blanked on words too—polite grin back.
Damn, snow woman's a siren!
Every glance, smile—soul-freezing his netori heart.
Hold it!
Can't pounce.
White-give? Fine.
But forcing a widow? Netori scum!
Her warm invite in, skimpy fit, kiss-sacrifice for his burn...
Trust huge.
Pure Love War God can't betray it!
So they sat—stiff smiles, elegant poise.
Outsiders? Perfect golden couple—high-value, refined.
Reality? Both leashing inner monsters, terrified of spooking the other.
Rai Hikaru broke first. Gulped table tea, grinned. "Snow... Fuyuno—tea done, heading out."
Stood, wiped sweat—near Freudian slip.
Yukina Fuyuno—beast-battling—missed it, jumping to see him off.
"Y-yeah, busy? Go ahead."
Doorway send-off...
Yukina Fuyuno blurted. "Rai-kun... you've saved me so much. No payback—feels wrong."
"Wanna repay, but... what to give?"
"Tonight or tomorrow free? Dinner at mine."
"Bed—uh, space big. Got fun stuff to show."
"O-okay?"
Yukina Fuyuno thigh-pinched hidden, pleading.
"Sure." Rai Hikaru fist-clenched subtle, nodded.
He left; door shut.
Instant relief—both sighed huge.
'No more forced hold-back—agony over.'
Synced brain-flash.
Rai Hikaru bounced—business called.
Yukina Fuyuno slumped door-lean, sliding down.
Then bolted up—stomping, door-slamming, floor-pounding.
"AAAAHHH!!!"
"Why didn't I pounce Rai-kun?!?!"
"Endured decades!!! Why hold out now?!?!"
"Can't take it! Can't!"
"Useless snow woman! Useless monster!"
"Bullshit human-yokai divide! Bullshit widow code! Bullshit no-high-schooler hands—all bullshit!!!"
"No more—I break!"
"Keep this up? Lifetime pearl regret!"
"Luckily! Invited Rai-kun for dinner!!!"
"Chloroform! Yeah—dinner, spike with drugs!!!"
"Sorry, Rai-kun!"
"Can't... can't hold!!!"
"Love you! Want you so bad?! Rai-kun!!!"
Yukina Fuyuno dashed room-ward—power leaked, trail of deep water stains and puddles from door to kitchen.
Mini street-sprinkler vibes.
Snow woman perk: ice and hyper-hydrated.
How else forge snow from thin air? Right?
...
...
Money moves mountains.
Rai Hikaru—Kōroku Rika greenlit expense—hired crews fast-fixed Shino Miyama Natsuka's rental.
Cab to hotel, scooped her home.
Home sweet—Shino Miyama Natsuka lit up at the revamp.
"Whoa! More stuff than when I left!"
Rocking chair, sofa, cradle, hobby horse—mind blown.
Rai Hikaru smirked—no spill.
Perks of power: warehouse raid.
His woman deserved upgrades.
Not "prop unlocks" for roleplay poses. Nope.
Shino Miyama Natsuka eyed him curious; Rai bullshitted. "Cradle horse? Borrowed from neighbor—Yukina took pity on your wreck."
Shino Miyama Natsuka bugged. "Eh?! Yukina plays like that?! Wild under the ice!"
Rai Hikaru coughed. "Oi! Trash-talk a good Samaritan?!"
She clamped mouth, snuggled in, pouty. "Sorry—my bad."
"But... borrowing props—tried 'em with Yukina?"
Rai Hikaru no-sell cute, chestnut to noggin. Grumped at head-clutching her: "What kinda guy you peg me? That loose?"
"Trade body for toys?"
"Heh—ridiculous!"
"Dignity's priceless!"
Shino Miyama Natsuka apologies flew.
Rai accepted—for "light punishment."
Cradle-seat her; practiced no-hand swings.
Shino Miyama Natsuka dug the twist—giggling wild in the sway.
New toys? Roleplay romp inevitable...
...
Meanwhile.
Next door—Yukina Fuyuno lugged supermarket haul home.
Door-crack: faint neighbor noise. Happy high ignored it—kitchen bound.
Chopping veggies, she daydreamed Rai Hikaru dinner bliss.
Hummed tunes, fancy plating.
Big meal—stock him full for deep snow woman loneliness chats.
Then—neighbor racket.
Shrugged at first, diced on.
Noise swelled, drowning her chops.
Cleared: unmistakable.
Yukina Fuyuno paled mid-chop, trembling—knife flew faster, harder.
CRACK!!!
Overforce—thick board cleaved.
Pause. Knife down. Wall-ear.
Ten seconds—Yukina Fuyuno's pulse raced.
Power auto-fired: frost aura, wall hoarfrost-melt to floor puddle deluge.
Neighbor scene in mind—Yukina Fuyuno kitchen-rushed, snatched knife—dropped it.
"Chill out—what's the rage? Weird, Yukina Fuyuno!"
"Rai-kun dropped that girl off—they're couple, duh."
"You to Rai-kun? What are you?"
"He don't know? You do—filthy widow!"
"Heh! Delusional, lovesick fool!"
Slap!!!
Yukina Fuyuno backhanded her cheek—red welt cooled her.
Sullen—dumped platters to trash. Kitchen exodus to living room.
TV blast: wildlife horrors, slashers—channel surf.
Max volume? Still drowned by next door.
"Noise hell! TV time???"
Lifelong first—Yukina Fuyuno livid.
Remote crushed to shards in deathgrip.
Palm bled; body quaked.
Finally—snap!
Frost blanketed carpet-to-ceiling—no brain-cool. No more endure!
Yukina Fuyuno's pale face flushed crimson; blue eyes blood-red!
Veins burst pupils—thrill-rage cocktail!
Stormed out—Shino Miyama Natsuka's door.
Fist raised—knock!