Chapter 443: Ravel (Part 3)
Ravel's little white teeth were indeed sturdy, but they were still far from breaking through Haruto's defenses.
Yet at a time like this, Haruto couldn't maintain his magical barrier's protection. Not only could he not use magical defense, he even had to actively lower his physical resilience.
Otherwise, with Ravel's bite, her little white teeth would likely shatter from the recoil, leaving few intact.
Unlike the girl's worries, Haruto himself didn't think much of it.
Though the bleeding looked frightening, it was merely a superficial wound that would heal easily once Ravel released his hand and his magic began to circulate.
Seeing Ravel's concerned expression, Haruto smiled gently and softly stroked her smooth, golden hair. "Compared to your suffering, a few drops of blood mean nothing," he said tenderly.
Haruto was speaking the truth, but to Ravel's ears, his words carried special weight.
Deeply moved, the girl hugged him tightly, her heart overflowing with excitement and happiness.
No matter how dense a man might be, spending every day surrounded by flowers would inevitably teach him a thing or two about a girl's heart.
So Haruto didn't speak further, nor did he rush to begin his training. Instead, he held Ravel's incredibly soft and breathtakingly beautiful body close, quietly savoring this rare moment of warmth and tenderness.
It took quite a while for Ravel to snap out of her overwhelming joy and happiness. Lifting her head from his warm embrace, she looked up at Haruto with a shy expression and asked, "Lord Haruto, does your shoulder still hurt?"
"What do you think?"
Haruto chuckled and gently pinched her cute little nose.
"I suppose it must still hurt?" The sharp-tongued demon young lady rarely showed remorse, speaking with a bashful tone.
Seeing the apologetic look in her eyes, Haruto smiled and pinched her innocent, adorable cheek. "Just kidding. As my Queen, don't you remember what level of strength I possess now?"
Hearing Haruto's words, Ravel finally recalled that he was now a god-level powerhouse. Even though she had become a High-Class Devil, the bite she gave him likely hadn't caused much harm, especially since he had deliberately lowered his defenses.
Once she realized this, Ravel immediately calmed down and shot Haruto a coquettish, slightly embarrassed glare.
"I know, Lord Haruto is the strongest..."
"Heh, you haven't even experienced the stronger parts yet."
Haruto mischievously thrust his hips forward, cutting off the girl's playful protest.
"Mmm..."
Ravel's face flushed red, and she couldn't help but let out a seductive moan.
"You're adapting so quickly." Haruto could feel the changes in the girl's body and couldn't help but marvel, "As expected of someone with Phoenix bloodline. This kind of recovery and self-healing ability almost surpasses ordinary regenerative powers, even without actively using magical reinforcement."
Before Ravel could fully process his words, Haruto pressed his lips against her slightly parted red mouth. His tongue quickly slipped inside, soon finding her delicate pink tongue, entwining with it and lavishing it with passionate licks and sucks.
While kissing her, Haruto moved his hand to the full, snow-white peaks on the girl's chest, slowly caressing and kneading them.
Instantly, soft moans escaped from Ravel's rosy, sensual lips.
After kissing for a long while, Haruto finally released Ravel's tender cherry-like lips.
Seeing her flushed face and rapid breathing, Haruto chuckled softly and whispered close to her blushing ear, "Ravel, does it still hurt now?"
Hearing his question, an expression of shyness immediately appeared on the girl's exquisitely elegant face.
Ravel knew exactly what he meant, feeling both embarrassed and curious.
Suppressing her shyness, she whispered, "Lord Haruto... I'm ready now..."
Seeing the girl's crimson cheeks, Haruto found her utterly adorable and couldn't resist gently kissing her slightly parted, sensual lips. "Alright, my Queen, let's begin our training then."
With that, he gently positioned his hands on either side of Ravel's flawless snow-white body, then lowered his head and began tracing his tongue over her pale, soft breasts.
The waves of pleasure coursing through her body made the girl forget her embarrassment. With her incredible self-healing ability, her secret garden had already forgotten the earlier pain, and her face once again showed expressions of comfort, enjoyment, and desire.
The girl panted rapidly, her rosy and sensual little mouth slightly parted as seductive moans continuously escaped, echoing through the bedroom filled with a pink ambiance.
The alluring sounds reached the ears of Isabela and Xuelan.
Hearing their young mistress's cries, the two beauties who had just regained some semblance of reason began to grow feverish again, unconsciously starting to caress their own soft breasts, with traces of desire leaking from their eyes.
Exchanging a glance across the room, they both noticed each other's subtle movements, immediately showing a hint of embarrassment before tacitly turning their heads away, secretly fixing their gazes on the two figures engaged in joyful movements at the center of the bed.
After teasing Ravel's snow-white perfect body for a while, Haruto looked up to see her eyes closed with an expression of pleasure on her face. He slowly arched his body, first leaning forward then pulling back, beginning to rock above the girl.
When Haruto moved in and out of Ravel's moist garden, one could clearly hear the girl emitting sounds of pleasure, her face displaying an expression that was both pained and ecstatic.
Though her healing abilities were strong, with each of Haruto's deeper thrusts touching every previously unexplored inch, the strange swelling pain still made it difficult for Ravel to control herself.
To fully adapt, it would require at least one complete exploration by Haruto of all areas, not to mention multiple sessions.
However, this swelling pain differed from the earlier pain of losing her virginity. After enduring it, Ravel only felt increasingly pleasurable, her small hands unconsciously moving to her chest to grasp, knead, and caress the soft snow-white mounds.
Seeing the spring-like passion overflowing on Ravel's face, Haruto felt immensely satisfied, his body continuously rocking against hers.
The hot, firm Haruto moved in and out of the girl's narrow garden, bringing forth streams of slippery fluid that dripped onto the already soaked bedsheet, increasing its dampness.
The waves of intense pleasure rising from below made Ravel feel incredibly happy and comfortable, strange moans continuously escaping from her rosy, sensual lips.
The cries of the girl beneath him served as the best aphrodisiac for any man, and Haruto was no exception.
Hearing Ravel's delicate pants, Haruto felt his blood boiling, the speed of his thrusts unconsciously quickening. Streams of transparent, crystalline fluid were drawn out by his rapid movements, making both their lower bodies thoroughly wet.
While moving in and out, Haruto looked up at the sensual expression on Ravel's face, feeling completely fulfilled in his heart.
Having experienced much, physical pleasure alone could no longer deeply move Haruto, even with the cute, charming young princess of the prestigious Phenex family beneath him.
Unless one was truly lustful to the point of obsession, after tasting beauties of various styles, one would inevitably feel somewhat jaded.
This wasn't just true for dual cultivation - the same applied to other matters as well.
Unless one was genuinely obsessed with something to the point of enchantment, repeated exposure would inevitably lead to feelings of boredom and monotony.
If not for encountering beauties in this life who were all his former beloved "paper wives" from another world, combined with the requirements of his dual cultivation talent, Haruto probably wouldn't have remained so engrossed in it by this point.
Though he hadn't reached the state of seeing beauties as skeletons or comprehending that form is emptiness and emptiness is form, it was likely he would never again be emotionally moved by women.
Haruto also couldn't bring himself to engage in perverse and disgusting plays merely for stimulation.
Therefore, witnessing the girls beneath him satisfied, pleasured, and even begging for mercy had become his new pursuit.
Seeing the girls submit to little Haruto's movements always filled him with immense satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment.
In truth, this feeling had always been present, but now it had become more pronounced.
Watching Ravel's overwhelmed state, Haruto happily grasped her delicate willow-like waist and quickened the pace of their dual cultivation once more.
The rapid thrusts produced continuous slapping sounds, and streams of slippery fluid mixed with traces of bright red blood were drawn out from her garden by little Haruto's vigorous movements, dripping onto the bedsheet.
The pleasure emanating from her garden painted Ravel's face with an expression of both pain and ecstasy.
Her beautiful eyes closed in a dazed haze, she parted her sensual crimson lips, and ambiguous moans continuously escaped her fair, tender throat.
"Lord Haruto..."
Hearing the young girl's passionate pants, Haruto's smile instantly grew more satisfied.
He leaned over her soft, snow-white body, firmly grasping her delicate willow-like waist with both hands, and lowered his head to kiss the pair of snowy peaks on her chest.
After kissing for a while, he opened his mouth to envelop the crimson buds, wantonly licking, kissing, and sucking them in his mouth.
While indulging in this wild kissing and sucking, the movements of his lower body didn't cease—the thick little Haruto continued thrusting in and out of Ravel's gradually warming, tight garden.
This caused the girl to continuously emit strange cries, which soon reached the ears of Isabela and Xuelan, deepening the blush of shame on their already flushed faces.
The two beauties gradually increased the pressure of their self-touching, and streams of milky fluid continuously flowed from their narrow, pink gardens.
Apart from the life essence not yet fully absorbed, it was also mixed with their own nectar.
A sweet, musky scent slowly permeated the air, and droplets of moisture appeared where the two girls lay.
At this moment, Haruto's thrusts grew faster and faster, and Ravel's passionate pants became increasingly louder.
The sound of their bodies colliding emanated from their joined parts, forming a rhythmic melody.
With Haruto's mouth occupied by Ravel's snowy peaks and crimson buds, little Haruto continued rapidly thrusting in and out of her garden, transporting the nectar within.
Suddenly, Haruto felt the warm, soft folds of the girl's garden gradually tightening, and a powerful suction from deep within enveloped the head of little Haruto.
Simultaneously, her enchanting body slowly arched, her face displaying an expression of both pain and excitement.