Chapter 111: Amano Yuuma's Turn (Part 1)
To avoid injuring Mittelt, Haruto ultimately abandoned his plan to conquer the flower palace. Achieving this with a petite girl would require several more sessions of adaptation.
A soft sigh of relief escaped Mittelt's lips, her small body going limp beneath him, grateful for the reprieve even as the aching emptiness began to yearn for his return.
Haruto regrouped and focused his attention on the tight passage. A storm-like assault began again—each withdrawal leaving only the tip inside, each thrust reaching the deepest core.
The sound of their joining, a wet, rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh, filled the room, a stark contrast to Mittelt's high-pitched, desperate whimpers.
The silver waves of tender flesh trembled and contracted continuously, the intense collisions soaking both their thighs with slick moisture. Under Haruto's fierce assault, Mittelt was quickly pushed to climax.
Her back arched off the bed, a silent scream caught in her throat before it shattered into a thousand breathless fragments.
Her snow-white buttocks were coated with honeyed fluids, her petite and adorable body trembling incessantly beneath Haruto. Her jade-like arms wrapped around him, nails digging fiercely into his back muscles as her rounded, perky hips began to thrust rhythmically.
She was mindless, a creature of pure sensation, her entire world narrowed to the point where their bodies met and merged.
The fallen angel girl was immersed in boundless pleasure, panting as she repeatedly murmured fragmented syllables.
"Faster, a little faster... harder... ah... mmm..."
"Please, Haruto... more... I need more...!"
Mittelt convulsed, her shapely legs clamping tightly around Haruto's waist, sharp nails sinking into his flesh as she moaned softly, "Don't stop! Mmm... keep going harder... faster... mmm?~"
"Don't stop! Mmm... keep going harder... faster... mmm?~"
Haruto felt the girl's flower passage convulsing and contracting in waves, each thrust gripping his dragon tightly, bringing immense pleasure.
The exquisite, milking pressure was maddening, a silken fist clenching and unclenching around his most sensitive flesh, pulling him toward the edge.
Little Haruto seemed to have electric currents running through him, as if about to release a thrilling burst.
A hot, coiling tension built at the base of his spine, warning him of his impending release.
Gritting his teeth, he pounded mercilessly into the adorable girl beneath him. Under the dragon's frenzied attack, Mittelt finally experienced supreme ecstasy.
Her eyes rolled back, seeing nothing, feeling everything as the peak crashed over her.
She suddenly arched her long, pale neck, biting Haruto's shoulder as she whimpered with what sounded like dying moans.
The sharp pain of her teeth was a catalyst, intensifying his own pleasure, pushing him closer to the brink.
Haruto suppressed his urge to release, taking advantage to continue thrusting into her. The girl's tender flower valley kept contracting, its powerful suction bringing him rapturous enjoyment.
Every nerve ending was alight, his entire being focused on the hot, wet, clinging sheath that enveloped him.
Mittelt parted her moist cherry lips, breathing chaotic, seductive whispers into Haruto's ear, "Come... inside me... your essence... give it to me?...."
"Fill me up... I want to feel you pulse inside me..."
Her body convulsed briefly again, her core suddenly gushing with incredibly warm fluid that splashed against the sensitive dragon head.
The sudden flood of her climax was like a baptism, searing hot and perfect.
Haruto shuddered with pleasure, intense ecstasy shooting up his spine as he held the girl's limp body tightly, no longer holding back.
The last thread of his control snapped, and he surrendered completely to the primal urge.
The scorching dragon twitched and throbbed within the fallen angel girl's warm, soft, constricting flower passage. With a low growl, Little Haruto pulsed rhythmically, shooting thick, milky-white essence powerfully into the girl's extremely delicate flower cave.
Jet after jet of his hot seed painted the depths of her womb, the intimate warmth of his release sending fresh shivers through her oversensitive body.
Mittelt shivered under the impact of the hot essence, her cute face flushing crimson as her moist lips found Haruto's, conveying subtle sweetness after the passion.
It was a clumsy, grateful kiss, full of the shared intensity of their union.
Haruto shifted his body, withdrawing the dragon from the slightly parted petals of the girl's already penetrated flower, gently stroking her soft golden hair. "Mittelt, rest well and absorb the essence inside you."
A thick trickle of their mixed fluids escaped her well-used entrance as he pulled out, a lewd testament to their act.
Mittelt shyly turned her head away, responding with an almost imperceptible murmur.
Her body hummed with a profound, satisfying exhaustion, the potent energy he had deposited already beginning to course through her veins.
After placing Mittelt beside Kalawarna, Haruto sensed the slight increase in his magical power, growing more eager for the main course ahead.
His gaze drifted to the waiting Yuuma, his recently spent length already stirring back to life with a predatory interest.
Yuuma's bed was large enough that two naked bodies only occupied half the space. Haruto approached Yuuma, his dragon having regained its vigor at some point.
It stood proud and thick, glistening with the evidence of its previous engagement, a clear promise of what was to come.
"Yuuma-chan, sorry to keep you waiting."
His voice was a low, intimate rumble that vibrated through the space between them.
Faced with Haruto's teasing, Yuuma's pretty face flushed. Having watched her two subordinates experience such pleasure, she had long been craving it, but before offering herself, there was one thing she needed to confirm.
A dull, heavy ache had settled between her own thighs, a deep-seated hunger that had grown with every moan she had witnessed.
She walked over to the now conscious Kalawarna and Mittelt, placing her hands on their slightly swollen lower abdomens to sense their condition.
Her touch was clinical, but the warmth and slight fullness she felt there sent an unexpected jolt of anticipation through her.
"That's right... The magical power has indeed increased, comparable to a week's worth of cultivation."
A spark of genuine hope, something she rarely felt, flickered within her cold heart.
Yuuma murmured to herself, but fearing she might be mistaken or that there was some hidden trap, she specifically asked, "Mittelt, Kalawarna, how do you feel?"
She needed to hear it from them, to be absolutely certain.
"Feeling..." Kalawarna touched her stomach, her face slightly flushed, "Feeling pretty good."
A dreamy, satisfied smile played on her lips as she recalled the overwhelming sensations.
A few black lines appeared on Yuuma's forehead as she said helplessly, "I'm not asking about how it felt with a man, I mean in terms of strength!"
She fought the urge to roll her eyes, her own body's impatience making her irritable.
Kalawarna's face turned awkward; she had been so carried away she forgot the main point.
A fresh blush of embarrassment colored her cheeks.
Seeing Yuuma's displeased expression, she quickly closed her eyes and carefully sensed the changes in her body.
She focused inward, past the pleasant soreness, to the thrum of power nestled deep within her.
A moment later, she opened her eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "Lady Raynare, it's true, my strength has improved a lot, and it's still slowly increasing."
The wonder in her voice was unmistakable. It was real.
As the essence energy from the flower palace was digested, Kalawarna's abilities in all aspects steadily improved, and it was estimated that the aftereffects might last for a day or two.
"Did you notice anything strange?" Yuuma asked her final question, "Like side effects or something..."
Her crimson eyes narrowed, searching for any hint of deception.
Kalawarna shook her head, "I haven't felt anything at all so far."
Only a profound and addictive sense of fulfillment.
"Mittelt, what about you?"
Her gaze shifted to the smaller fallen angel, who looked thoroughly ravished and content.
The golden-haired fallen angel girl blinked her dazed eyes, "I feel the same as Kalawarna. If I had to mention a side effect... does it count that it hurts down there now..."
She shifted slightly, wincing at the tender, stretched feeling between her legs, a feeling she secretly cherished.
Yuuma glared at her. With such a petite body, she had gone even crazier than Kalawarna. Who else would be in pain if not her?
A flicker of apprehension mixed with her excitement. She knew her own body was untried, and the sight of Mittelt's discomfort was a stark reminder of the price.
Ignoring Mittelt, Yuuma stared at Haruto and then slowly lay down on the bed.
It was a gesture of surrender and invitation, her body laid bare before him, her pride set aside for power—and perhaps, for the pleasure she had witnessed.
The additional effects of the dual cultivation ability could barely be considered side effects, but if one's strength wasn't sufficient or their perception wasn't sharp enough, it would be almost impossible to detect before multiple encounters with other men.
A sly, possessive smile touched Haruto's lips. They were his, now and forever, whether they knew it yet or not.
Even if it were discovered, it wouldn't matter. Haruto didn't think the three fallen angels would mind this side effect much.
Once you've tasted the finest wine, everything else is merely vinegar.
Having experienced the bliss of dual cultivation with him the first time, if they tried other men afterward, they would only feel disappointed.
Haruto shrugged, completely unfazed by Yuuma's earlier actions. They weren't close, and strictly speaking, they were even adversaries, so a little suspicion was normal.
His confidence was unshakable. He held all the cards.
In fact, given Yuuma's nasty personality, if she hadn't acted this way, he might have found it strange.
Haruto walked toward Yuuma, who had lain down in resignation, and said, "Last reminder, I can't guarantee I can help you break through your bottleneck. After all, I broke through to A-rank using another method myself."
He loomed over her, his shadow falling across her body, his presence overwhelming.
Yuuma, maintaining her pure form, looked up at Haruto standing by the bed. Her delicate, beautiful face was flushed red. Even if she couldn't break through, giving her first time to this guy didn't seem so bad...
The thought was startling, but as she looked at his powerful frame and felt the heat radiating from him, it felt undeniably right.
The girl's thoughts raced. One moment she was afraid of being deceived, but now that it was confirmed, she began to look forward to the union that was to come.
The fear was being rapidly eclipsed by a throbbing, liquid heat pooling in her core.
Hiding her inner feelings, Yuuma urged coldly, "I know... Hurry up and start."
Her voice was tight, betraying the nervous tension that held her body rigid.
"Tsk tsk... Is Yuuma-chan getting impatient?"
He traced a finger along her inner thigh, delighting in the involuntary shiver it elicited.
Haruto teased her playfully, earning a glare from the beautiful girl.
"Are you coming or not!?"
A flash of her usual fiery temper, a defense against the vulnerability she felt.
"Coming, coming, I'm coming now."
He chuckled, the sound dark and promising.
He had already taken enough advantage physically, so he might as well let her have the upper hand verbally.
Seeing that Yuuma was on the verge of flying into a rage out of humiliation, Haruto quickly scrambled onto the bed and embraced her alluring body, which was like a piece of exquisite jade.
The moment their skin touched, a jolt passed through both of them. Her skin was impossibly soft and cool against his heated flesh.
Under the soft bedroom light, he carefully observed Yuuma.
He took his time, his gaze a physical caress that made her want to both cover herself and arch into his view.
Her face was pure and delicate, with beauty that could rival Rias. She had a tall figure, a slender waist, and her completely bare legs were snow-white and long, while her fully developed, perky buttocks were round and full.
She was perfection, a statue of alabaster and silk, and he was about to claim her completely.
After admiring the pure beauty's delicate body for a while, Haruto gently lay on top of her enticing form, his scorching-hot dragon pressed tightly against the girl's moist inner thighs.
The contrast of his hard, throbbing heat against the soft, slick skin of her inner thighs was exquisite torment for them both.
Yuuma's heart trembled, and she instinctively clenched her thighs, inadvertently trapping Haruto along with them.
The intimate, hot pressure made her gasp, a fresh wave of dampness coating her thighs.
The dragon moved in and out between the slippery petals and soft thighs, savoring the girl's tender and smooth skin.
This preliminary, teasing friction was its own kind of torture, stoking the fires of desire to a fever pitch.
Unlike the other two fallen angel girls, Yuuma's lower part was completely smooth, without a single strand of hair. Though it couldn't compare to Rias's exquisite flower valley, it was more than enough to make him unable to tear himself away.
The bare, swollen lips of her nether lips glistened in the light, inviting his touch, his taste, his possession.
After several minutes of thigh sex, the pure beauty's face flushed with shyness. Haruto reached out and grasped her slender waist, securing her alluring body.
His grip was firm, possessive, leaving no doubt about who was in control.
"Yuuma-chan, get ready, I'm coming in."
His words were a final warning, a point of no return.
"Mmm... Ah..."
A sharp, startled cry was torn from her lips.
Yuuma's small mouth slightly parted as a tearing pain surged from her lower body. Her pure, beautiful eyes welled up with tears.
The pain was bright and shocking, a lance of pure fire that made her nails dig into the sheets.
Her entrance was even narrower than the cute Mittelt's. Haruto struggled several times before successfully inserting the dragon's head inside.
He had to push past an incredible, virginal tightness, a resistance that hugged the crown of his member like a vise.
Using the slippery fluid, he began to thrust rhythmically in small movements. Though he didn't go all the way in, nor even break her pure membrane, the sensation of her narrow, innocent flower path being forcibly stretched open still sent shivers down Yuuma's spine.
Each small, deliberate thrust stretched her a little more, the sharp pain slowly, inexorably, blending with a deep, building pleasure.
After several hundred intermittent thrusts, Yuuma felt a tingling sensation rising again in her lower body. Unable to resist, she secretly began to arch her slender waist, trying to let the dragon penetrate deeper.
Her body, betraying her mind, sought more, craving the fullness that would extinguish the aching need.