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The digital clock on Rito's bedside table flickered from 11:59 to 00:00.
The witching hour. Or, in the Yuuki household, the hour when the real chaos usually subsided, leaving behind a heavy, exhausted silence.
Rito closed the door to his bedroom with a soft click, locking out the quiet hallway. He leaned his back against the wood, letting out a long, ragged exhale that seemed to deflate his entire frame.
He was wrecked.
The day had been a marathon. Between finalizing the panel layouts for Dragon Ball Z Chapter 5 as Vegeta's arrival was proving tricky to get right, dodging Yami's "accidental" blade-hair swipes in the hallway at school, and managing the increasingly complex schedule of his wives, Rito felt like he had run a gauntlet. His muscles ached with a dull, throbbing heat, the good kind of ache that came from his secret physical training, but an ache nonetheless.
He pushed off the door and trudged toward his bed.
"Shower," he mumbled to the empty room. "Cold shower. Then sleep for hours."
He reached for the hem of his t-shirt. His fingers hooked into the fabric, pulling it up and over his head in one fluid motion. He tossed it onto his chair.
The cool air of the room hit his bare skin, instantly drying the light sheen of sweat that clung to his chest. Rito stretched, clasping his hands together and pushing them toward the ceiling. His spine cracked—pop, pop, pop—a cascading release of tension.
As he stretched, his abdominal muscles pulled taut. The abs he had fought so hard for rippled under the skin, the definition sharp and deep in the moonlight filtering through the window. His serratus muscles flared along his ribs, and the veins in his forearms stood out like cords. He wasn't the scrawny kid from Chapter 1 anymore. He was a weapon in his own right, forged in the fires of harem management.
He lowered his arms, rolling his neck.
SWISH.
A sound from above.
Rito froze. He knew that sound. It was the pneumatic hiss of the attic portal opening.
Before he could look up, a blur of pink and white dropped from the ceiling.
"RITO~!"
Lala Satalin Deviluke landed directly on his back.
"Oof!" Rito grunted, stumbling forward a step.
It wasn't a gentle landing. It was a tackle. Lala wrapped her arms around his neck in a chokehold of affection, her legs hooking firmly around his waist. Her weight, substantial and soft, pressed him down, but Rito didn't fall. His legs braced automatically, his new strength catching her easily.
"Lala?" Rito gasped, patting her arm. "What are you doing? It's midnight."
"I need a recharge!" Lala whined into his ear. Her voice was high, breathy, and laced with a desperate, frantic energy. Her breath was hot against his neck, smelling of sweet alien nectar. "I've been working on the Peace-Keeper-kun all day! The energy matrix keeps destabilizing! My brain is fried! I'm at zero percent!"
She nuzzled her face into his shoulder, rubbing her cheek against his bare skin like a cat marking its territory.
"I need Rito-energy! Right now!"
Rito sighed, a small smile touching his lips despite his exhaustion. "Okay, okay. You want a hug? Or maybe some tea?"
"Not tea!" Lala huffed, nipping his earlobe with her teeth. "I need source energy!"
She shifted on his back.
Rito felt something slither around his waist. It was smooth, warm, and incredibly strong.
Her tail.
The black, spade-tipped tail wound its way around his stomach, tightening like a constrictor snake. It slid lower, past his navel, and dove straight into the front of his loose sweatpants.
Rito stiffened. "L-Lala?"
The heart-shaped tip didn't stop. It wormed its way through the elastic waistband of his boxers. It found the sleeping dragon.
It pressed against the base of his soft cock.
"Nnngh!" Rito's knees buckled. A jolt of pure, white-hot electricity shot from his groin straight to his brain.
"Found it," Lala giggled, her voice vibrating against his spine.
Her tail began to move. The tip curled, wrapping around the semi-soft flesh. It squeezed. It rubbed. It vibrated with a low, alien hum that resonated through his entire body.
Rito groaned, his head falling back onto her shoulder. Even through his exhaustion, his honest body betrayed him instantly. The mere touch of her tail, so sensitive, so dexterous, woke him up faster than a bucket of ice water.
Blood rushed south. He felt himself thickening in her tail's grip, expanding against the smooth skin of her appendage.
"Lala... wait... that's..."
"It's waking up," Lala whispered, sounding delighted. "See? Rito wants to recharge too! He's getting big already!"
She hopped off his back, spinning him around with surprising strength.
Rito stumbled, catching his balance. He looked at her.
She wasn't wearing her usual oversized t-shirt or her school uniform. She was wearing a sheer, translucent pink babydoll that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was short, barely covering her hips. The fabric was so thin Rito could see the dark pink areolas of her nipples pressing against the material. Her massive breasts heaved with every breath, bouncing softly.
She looked wild. Her pupils were blown wide, her hair a chaotic halo of pink static.
"Lala..." Rito swallowed hard. "You look..."
"Hungry," Lala finished for him.
She shoved him.
Rito flew backward, landing on his bed with a bounce. The mattress groaned under the sudden impact.
Before he could sit up, Lala was on him. She crawled over his legs, moving with a predatory grace he rarely saw. She straddled his chest, her knees pinning his arms to the mattress.
She looked down at him. Her eyes were glowing, literally glowing, with a faint, bioluminescent green light. It was a sign of high emotional arousal in Devilukeans.
"Don't move," she commanded, her voice dropping to a growl. "I'm going to eat you."
She reached down. She didn't fumble with buttons or zippers. She grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers in one fist.
RRRIP.
She yanked them down.
Rito's cock immediately sprang free.
It was angry. It was heavy. It slapped against his stomach with a wet thwack, fully engorged and already leaking clear fluid from the slit. The thick vein on the underside throbbed visibly, pumping blood into the curved, flared head. It stood at attention, a massive pillar of heat in the cool room.
Lala stared at it and licked her lips, her tongue dragging slowly across her bottom lip.
"So big..." she whispered, tracing the air above it with her finger. "And it smells so good today. Like you've been waiting for me."
She leaned down, her hair curtaining them both, creating a private tent of pink. The scent of her, ozone, sweetness, and arousal, flooded Rito's nose.
"Time to plug in," Lala murmured, her voice husky and low.
She leaned down over Rito's erection, her pink hair creating a curtain around them, shutting out the rest of the room. The scent of her, sweet nectar and charged ozone, was overwhelming.
She didn't just lick it. She attacked it.
Lala's tongue swirled around the broad, flared head of his cock with a speed and dexterity that was distinctly alien. She lapped at the slit, catching the bead of pre-cum and humming with delight as the salty taste hit her tongue.
"Mmm... energy..." she purred against his skin. The vibration of her voice travelled straight down his shaft.
She opened her mouth. Impossibly wide.
She didn't tease the tip. She slammed down.
GLURK.
She took the entire head and three inches of the thick shaft in a single, aggressive bob. Her throat contracted around him, hot and wet and incredibly strong. It wasn't like a human throat; the muscles seemed to ripple and grip him actively, pulling him deeper.
"Gah!" Rito's hips bucked off the mattress, his hands finding the sheets and gripping them tight. "Lala! Too... hard!"
She ignored him. She grabbed the base of his shaft with her free hand, pumping him furiously while she bobbed her head up and down.
Slurp-Gluck-Slurp.
The sounds were obscene. Wet suction noises filled the room, amplified by the silence of the night. Lala wasn't just sucking; she was devouring. She twisted her tongue around the ridge of the head, then drove down again, forcing him past her gag reflex without a single cough.
GLUUUURK.
She swallowed him whole. Her nose pressed into his pubic hair. Her eyes rolled back, tears pricking the corners, but she didn't stop. She loved the feeling of him hitting the back of her throat. It proved that she was taking all of him. It also proved that he was big enough to even handle a Devilukean like her.
Rito looked down. The sight was maddening.
Lala's cheeks were hollowed out, sucking him dry. Her massive breasts were jiggling with the force of her head-bobs, brushing against his thighs. And her tail... her tail was thrashing wildly behind her, wrapping around his leg, squeezing his calf, betraying her own overwhelming pleasure.
"Lala..." Rito groaned, his hands moving from the sheets to tangle in her pink hair. "You're... choking on it..."
"Mmph... good..." she mumbled around his meat.
She pulled back, a thick string of saliva connecting her mouth to his glans. She looked up at him, her face flushed, drool running down her chin.
"It tastes really good," she panted, her eyes glowing green. "I want more. deeper… Give it to me, Rito~!"
She grabbed his hips, pulling him toward her face. She opened her mouth again, tongue flat and waiting.
"Fuck my face!"
Rito's restraint snapped. His honest took over.
He sat up slightly, bracing himself on his elbows. He grabbed the back of her head.
"You want it deep?" he growled.
He thrust his hips forward.
SHLUNK.
He buried himself in her throat, bottoming out. Lala gagged, her eyes crossing, but she moaned around him, her hands clawing at his thighs.
He began to fuck her face. Hard. Unforgiving.
Gluck-Gluck-Gluck.
He used her mouth like a sleeve, driving into the wet heat, feeling the ridges of her throat massage his cock. Lala took every inch, her body trembling.
Suddenly, her tail moved. It slithered between his legs and wrapped tight around his heavy, swaying testicles.
Squeeze.
"Ahhh!" Rito cried out.
The tail massaged his balls, kneading them in rhythm with his thrusts, pumping more blood, and more cum, up the shaft.
"I'm... I'm gonna...!" Rito warned, his hips snapping faster.
Lala didn't pull away. She sucked harder, creating a vacuum that felt like it would pull his soul out.
"NOW!"
DO-PYU!
Rito exploded.
SPLURT.
A massive, high-pressure jet of semen fired straight down her throat.
Gulp.
Lala swallowed audibly, but the volume was too much.
SPLURT-SPLURT.
More waves hit the back of her mouth. It overflowed, spilling past her lips, coating her chin, dripping down her neck onto her sheer babydoll.
Rito slumped back, panting, his cock twitching as it released the final drops.
Lala pulled off with a wet pop. She licked her lips, cleaning up the mess on her face with a long, satisfied swipe of her tongue.
"Delicious..." she whispered, her eyes shining. "That was... a good appetizer."
She crawled up his body, straddling his waist, her sticky face hovering over his.
"But I'm still hungry, Rito," she grinned.
She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a small, round device.
"Float-Float-kun: Activate!"
The small device in Lala's hand hummed with a high-pitched frequency. A sphere of soft blue light expanded outward from her palm, washing over the bed, the desk, and the two entangled figures.
Then, the world tilted.
Rito felt his stomach lurch as the mattress beneath him ceased to support his weight. He floated upward, drifting off the bed like a balloon released from a child's hand. The sheets rippled in the air like waves, and the droplet of sweat that had been clinging to his nose detached and floated away in a perfect, shimmering sphere.
"Whoa!" Rito gasped, flailing his arms as he rotated slowly in mid-air.
"Success!" Lala cheered, doing a somersault in the void. Her sheer babydoll floated around her like a pink cloud, revealing everything underneath. "Zero-G mode is stable! Now we can play even here in your room without gravity getting in the way!"
She grabbed Rito's shoulders, stopping his spin. They hung suspended in the center of the room, face-to-face.
"You're amazing, Lala," Rito said, looking around the floating room. "But... why suddenly zero-gravity?"
"Because," Lala grinned, drifting closer until her chest bumped against his. "In Zero-G, my boobs are even bouncier! And I can hold you tight without getting tired!"
She wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring them together. Rito's erection, which had softened slightly after the oral session, was already responding to the new environment. It stood straight out from his body, free from the pull of gravity, twitching with renewed interest.
"Look," Lala whispered, tracing a finger down his chest. "He likes zero gravity too."
She pressed herself against him. Her massive breasts, unburdened by weight, were perfectly round globes of soft flesh. She captured his shaft between them.
Squish.
The sensation was incredible. Without gravity pulling them down, her breasts enveloped him completely, moulding to his shape with a pressure that was both firm and pillowy soft.
"Oh god..." Rito groaned, gripping her hips to stabilize their drift.
Lala began to move. She didn't just slide up and down; she spun. She used her tail to push off the air, rotating her body around his shaft while keeping her cleavage clamped tight.
Rub... slide... spin.
"I call this the 'Planetary Orbit'!" Lala giggled, kissing his nose.
She squeezed her arms together, tightening the vice. Rito watched, mesmerized, as his tanned skin disappeared between her pale mounds. The head of his cock popped out near her collarbone, glistening with the lubricants that were now floating around them in tiny droplets.
"Lala... that's... too good..."
"I know!" she hummed. She buried her face in his neck, licking the pulse point.
She increased the speed. The friction heated up the air between them. They drifted slowly toward the ceiling, locked in a floating embrace.
"I'm gonna..." Rito warned, his body tensing in the void. "Lala! I'm gonna cum!"
"Launch it!" she encouraged, looking him in the eye, her pupils wide and glowing. "Send it into orbit!"
Rito roared, his hips snapping forward.
DO-PYU!
He released.
In Zero-G, the climax was a spectacle. Thick ropes of white seed shot from his tip, but they didn't fall. They floated. They formed suspended, undulating ribbons of fluid in the air, drifting around Lala's face and chest.
"Pretty..." Lala whispered, watching the floating seed.
Then, she moved. Like a frog catching a fly, she darted forward, her tongue sweeping the air. She caught the floating globules, licking them out of the sky with a happy, slurping sound.
Slurp. Gulp.
"Caught them!" she chirped, her face messy and beaming.
She hugged him tight, and they drifted into the wall with a soft thump.
"Okay," Lala said, her eyes darkening with a serious, hungry intent as she felt him twitching against her stomach. "Warm-up's over. Time for the main event."
She pushed off the wall, sending them spinning back toward the floating bed sheets.
"The next chapter is going to be intense."
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