Chapter 488: Proceeding with Caution
Amid the intense battle, Haruto didn't forget to satisfy his curiosity.
He was very curious about why Yura Tsubasa and Meguri Tomoe had changed their attitudes.
While it made sense that they might need two days to mentally prepare, his intuition told him it wasn't that simple.
Under normal circumstances, Yura Tsubasa might have found a way to avoid revealing the truth, but this being her first dual cultivation and immersed in role-playing…
Or more accurately, not role-playing but the release of her true nature.
Faced with her master's inquiry, Yura Tsubasa, as his warm-bed maid, naturally held nothing back, telling him everything she knew.
She and Meguri Tomoe had accepted Haruto's invitation for multiple reasons, a large part being that they had indeed prepared themselves mentally.
A smaller part was due to their own spring fever and their desire for strength.
Once stepping into the supernatural world, the thirst for power is a desire shared by all.
But the most critical factor was the stimulus from the incident with Saji Genshirou.
Though Haruto had dealt with him easily, in a one-on-one fight, none of them stood a chance against Saji Genshirou, who had awakened the Sacred Gear, Black Dragon Vein.
The fact that an ordinary person could become so powerful upon awakening a Sacred Gear made them realize once again how weak they currently were, greatly stimulating them.
Whether to help Sona or to continue being with everyone, being too weak was not an option.
Combining all these factors, the two finally made up their minds completely, leading to the current situation.
After listening to Yura Tsubasa's intermittent answers, Haruto silently gave a thumbs-up to that blond Saji Genshirou—it wasn't in vain that he had spared his life.
With his questions answered, Haruto's offensive became even more fierce.
He thrust his hips while asking the JK beauty kneeling beneath him: "Yisha, how is it? Wild enough?"
"Mmm... ah... haa! Master... so good..."
Haruto thrust forcefully, driving his thick shaft deep into the innermost part of Hanamiya, grinding tightly against Yura Tsubasa's tender and soft flower core.
"How good is it?"
"Ah~~ Master, a bit to the right, there, ah..."
"Oh? Here?"
"Yes, ah~~ right there, ah, Master is the best, so comfortable, Master, move but don't pull out, yes~ ah, ah, right there."
Yura Tsubasa moaned as she thrust her pale, round hips forcefully backward, pressing tightly against the pubic bone at the base of Haruto's shaft, making her small garden and Haruto intimately connected without a single gap.
Haruto, feeling somewhat tired, slowly leaned down to press against her back, affectionately licking her jade-like neck while wrapping his arms around her taut abdomen, caressing the bulge created by his penetration.
His thighs closed inward against Yura Tsubasa's white-stockinged legs, flesh grinding against flesh, sticking together with sweat. Haruto clearly felt her plump thighs trembling rapidly.
Understanding her signals, he aimed at Yura Tsubasa's sensitive spot and quickly ground his hips. Immediately, the already tight little garden clamping down on Haruto began to violently contract and shudder.
The layered folds of the flower path fiercely writhed and squeezed against Haruto, while the flower core sucked vigorously on the tip like a small mouth. With a loud moan, a surge of scalding virgin essence erupted from deep within her abdomen.
Under Haruto's onslaught, Yura Tsubasa reached the peak of pleasure.
The sudden impact made Haruto, already on the verge of release, feel both itchy and numb. Unable to hold back any longer, a torrent of burning life essence shot forth from his tip, washing over Yura Tsubasa's flower core like waves.
The fiery sensation made Yura Tsubasa shiver with pleasure, her flower core spraying abundant fluid in response to Haruto's release.
"Ah... Yisha, your constitution really is the type that easily sprays... so much liquid..."
"Mmm, I released a lot too, all for you—"
"Alright, alright, I'm finally satisfied too."
Just as Haruto was about to pull out and rise, Yura Tsubasa suddenly arched up, grabbing his thighs to prevent him from withdrawing. She thrust her hips backward again, ensuring not a single drop of the abundant release spilled.
"Ha... Master, don't move, keep pressing there. It feels so good, Master, you're enjoying it too, right?"
As she spoke, Yura Tsubasa twisted her pert bottom against Haruto's pubic bone.
"Mmm, it does feel good, but before that, shouldn't you focus on cultivating first..."
"Wuu... I don't want to. I know it'll be a long time before I can be with Master again."
"But don't you want to improve your strength?"
Before Haruto could finish, the desire-filled Yura Tsubasa leaned back and turned her face, sealing his mouth with her moist lips.
Her clumsy little tongue pushed past his teeth, greedily delving into Haruto's mouth and stirring. A flood of sweet nectar poured from her mouth into his.
Haruto currently felt somewhat helpless. The impassioned girl only wanted to continue their union, completely forgetting about cultivation.
But since Yura Tsubasa was being so proactive, he couldn't just push her away...
Thus, when her delicate tongue came offering itself, Haruto cooperated by sucking and licking her tender tip, their tongues entwining as he delightfully swallowed her sweet nectar, both enjoying the pleasure following their climax.
After their entanglement ended, Haruto wanted to remind Yura Tsubasa not to forget their main purpose...
"Yisha, what... are you doing?"
"Master, you haven't softened yet, have you? You want it too, right?"
With his vital part captured, Haruto could only follow Yura Tsubasa's lead and slowly sit on the edge of the bed.
The busty JK beauty pushed him onto the messy bed with her back to him, then turned around to press against him face-to-face, thirstily sucking and licking his throat.
"Master, let's continue~"
"Are you sure you don't want to rest first and stabilize your strength?"
Grabbing Yura Tsubasa's shoulders to push her away, Haruto looked into her eyes as he asked.
"Master's dual cultivation has no side effects, right? Why rush to train and stabilize?"
"Besides, I'm not tired at all right now - actually, I'm full of energy. Come on, Master, let's continue."
While dual cultivation primarily enhanced strength, it also effectively replenished physical and mental energy during intimate activities. However, few girls like Yura Tsubasa could remain completely unaffected after losing their virginity for the first time.
"As for cultivation..."
Yura Tsubasa said while stroking little Haruto up and down, "Since we're already far behind the student council president and the others anyway, let me get satisfied first..."
Haruto didn't persuade her further. Although Yura Tsubasa was merely indulging in pleasure, her words weren't completely unreasonable - one might even call them soberingly practical.
They should enjoy the pleasure to the fullest now. If they wanted to cultivate, there would be plenty of time later.
After all, Haruto didn't belong to her alone. The next time she could dual cultivate with him might be a week or even longer from now.
With so much time, even if her lower belly became round and full, it would be enough for her to convert all the life energy for her own use.
Seeing Haruto beginning to cooperate, Yura Tsubasa raised her head, slowly lifted her waist with hands braced behind her, aligned the position, then suddenly dropped down.
"Mmm..."
Narrowing her beautiful eyes, the girl carefully savored the intoxicating pleasure. Only after a long while did she slowly raise her small bottom again, leaving only the tip inside.
After some time, when Haruto could feel the fluids on little Haruto turning slightly cool, Yura Tsubasa slowly sat down, swallowing the entire length inside her.
The thick, long, and firm little Haruto was once again tightly enveloped by the warm, humid flesh cave, feeling extremely comfortable.
Imitating Haruto, Yura Tsubasa placed her hand on her lower abdomen, then slowly moved her waist back and forth, caressing the bulge formed by little Haruto's insertion.
She had already reached climax many times, yet her fighting spirit remained fervent, as if possessing boundless energy.
As she moved, the life energy Haruto had explosively released gradually overflowed, covering their joined area.
But more followed gravity to slowly flow onto the bedsheet, staining her freshly washed sheet with white fluid.
Haruto held Yura Tsubasa's waist firmly with both hands, his thumbs pressing against her lower abdomen, feeling the rhythmic protrusions. A profound sense of satisfaction washed over him.
The inner sides of Yura Tsubasa's thighs were slick with moisture. Haruto reveled in the tight, pleasurable sensation, and as his gaze fell on her sheer-stocking-clad legs resting near his ears, his desire flared anew.
He seized her fragrant, white-stockinged feet, kneading and tickling them playfully, even bringing them to his lips to kiss her straight, well-proportioned calves.
Unable to bear the tingling sensation, Yura Tsubasa withdrew her feet.
With his playthings gone, Haruto shifted his attention to her soft, snow-white thighs.
Though her thighs had lost some of their earlier softness from the constant motion, their skin remained taut and smooth, irresistible to the touch.
After a while, Haruto grew dizzy from the sight of her voluptuous chest and decided to focus on something else instead.
He gently cupped Yura Tsubasa's pink buds with his palm, his fingers kneading the tender, pliable flesh.
Yura Tsubasa shifted her position, drawing her legs back to kneel on either side of Haruto's hips. Her thighs rubbed lightly against his legs.
All these unconscious movements served a single purpose: to make the Haruto inside her even harder, to ease his movements, and to grant herself greater pleasure and stimulation.
Before long, Yura Tsubasa reached the peak of her desire once more.
Her peach grove convulsed violently, the delicate folds quivering and parting as fluids splattered everywhere. Her indigo shoulder-length hair flew wildly about, and her sapphire-like pupils flashed with a crimson light.
Even her demonic instinct for night vision had activated. Haruto knew Yura Tsubasa was at her limit.
He began to match her undulating motions, thrusting his hips up and down to stimulate the sensitive spots deep within her abdomen as much as possible.
Yura Tsubasa's hands wandered frantically over Haruto's body, her slender, snow-white fingers clawing spasmodically at his skin.
Haruto responded with a powerful upward thrust, and only then did Yura Tsubasa seem satisfied, releasing her grip and instead wrapping her arms around him in an embrace.
Amidst his own exhilaration, Haruto couldn't help but find the situation amusing.
He glanced down to see the stunningly beautiful creature's snow-white, smooth abdomen and the softly raised flower mound twitching and convulsing rapidly.
Waves of scorching feminine essence sprayed onto Haruto, and a silvery strand of drool trailed from the corner of Yura Tsubasa's lips.
All that was missing were upturned eyes and a lolling tongue to complete the image of utter debauchery.
But even after reaching her climax, she showed no signs of stopping.
Yura Tsubasa was satisfied, but Haruto was left hanging.
The fire he had ignited, he would have to extinguish himself.
"Yisha, no slacking off now, or this master of yours… might just get angry."
Under Haruto's guidance, Yura Tsubasa let out a soft cry, placed her hands on his chest, and began moving up and down once more.
Her soft, pale peaks bounced rhythmically with her motions. Haruto reached out and squeezed them fiercely.
As her movements quickened, she began to moan incessantly, lost in pleasure once again.
"Master… it's so full… Ah, Master, Yisha… loves this so much…"
Hearing her unrestrained cries, Haruto felt a wave of exasperation.
What was supposed to be a punishment felt more like a reward. Though his stamina was boundless, he worried that if this continued, Yura Tsubasa would devolve into nothing more than a pleasure-seeking plaything.
If it were anyone else, it would be fine—everything would be their own doing.
But Yura Tsubasa is Sona's Familiar. If she were truly broken, Haruto wouldn't know how to explain it.
He couldn't let her keep the initiative any longer. Haruto sat up on the bed, lifted Yura Tsubasa, and moved backward, leaning against the wall. He bit one of her large white breasts with his teeth while tightly gripping the other with his hand.
As expected, when her sensitive little buds were attacked, Yura Tsubasa's body trembled even more intensely, moving up and down like a pile driver.
Haruto matched her movements, thrusting upward in sync with her collisions. Under such intense friction, little Haruto felt increasingly swollen, and the pleasure grew stronger and stronger.
"Master, please suck on it again, I want you to suck it, Master, I beg you... Master, ah..."
"Master, it feels so good, I want it... Master, you're so amazing, so thick, my stomach feels so full..."
Yura Tsubasa knelt with her legs on either side of Haruto's body. Haruto sucked on her large breasts, caressed her soft earlobe with his left hand, and stroked the inner side of her beautiful white silk-clad legs with his right hand.
With multiple sensitive points under assault, Yura Tsubasa had completely fallen into a state of ecstasy.
Seeing the timing was right, Haruto wrapped his arms around her hips and began to exert force, intensifying her up-and-down movements.
"Ah... I can't take it, it's too good... Master, let's... let's finish together..."
Yura Tsubasa, now consumed with passion, trembled all over, struggling and moaning delicately.
Her somewhat feeble gasps made Haruto breathe a sigh of relief, but the tightness he felt from little Haruto told him it wasn't over yet.
Yura Tsubasa kissed him again, her delicate hands tightly locking around Haruto's neck, her little tongue licking all over his face.
It truly was endless...
Yura Tsubasa didn't know why she felt no trace of fatigue even after climaxing so many times, attributing it solely to Haruto's powerful dual cultivation abilities.
The overwhelming pleasure washed over her mind. As long as little Haruto remained hard, she wouldn't stop—unless her Master commanded it...
Haruto pushed Yura Tsubasa's embrace away, pressed her down, and forcefully parted her snow-white, rounded legs. He placed the heated little Haruto against her delicate pink petals, rubbing up and down.
With his left hand supporting him on the bed, his right hand playing with her large breasts, and his mouth sealing her cherry lips in a fierce kiss, he ensured he retained the initiative.
After a while, he lifted Yura Tsubasa's beautiful white silk-clad legs onto his shoulders, guided little Haruto, and thrust back into her small Garden.
When little Haruto was halfway inside, Haruto paused, withdrew, and re-entered, repeating this several times before gradually progressing deeper, eventually thrusting to the hilt each time.
After she climaxed, he resumed the pattern of half-thrusts and withdrawals, gradually increasing the depth, ensuring the stimulation remained intense but not overwhelming enough to fry her mind.
As little Haruto rubbed against the inner walls of the Flower path for an extended period, Yura Tsubasa produced copious amounts of fluid, like a running faucet.
The strategy was successful and smooth. Under Haruto's deliberate control, Yura Tsubasa climaxed two or three more times without descending into that same pitiful state of delirium.
The cost, however, was that after all this time, he still hadn't managed to release his second burst of life essence.
Haruto fiercely sucked and bit Yura Tsubasa's large breasts, his tongue incessantly teasing and licking. Inside her small Garden, streams of hot, silvery fluid flowed out like a babbling brook.
The girl trembled all over, bending her jade-like legs to lift her small bottom higher, making her little Garden more prominent and allowing Haruto to enter her body more thoroughly.
Although Yura Tsubasa still appeared lustful, her rationality seemed to have returned.
Haruto felt helpless but finally breathed a sigh of relief—he no longer needed to hold back.
The accumulated pleasure made him eager to release, and once freed from restraint, he thrust vigorously and relentlessly, as if determined to pierce through Yura Tsubasa's enticing little Garden.
Yura Tsubasa was driven to ecstasy, her hair disheveled, soft moans escaping her lips, her eyes seductive and hazy. Her entire body was immersed in bliss, with fragrant sweat and silvery fluids soaking the bed.
Haruto spread her white silk-clad beautiful legs and draped them over his waist.
Yura Tsubasa, as if reading his mind, immediately wrapped her feet around his lower back.
Haruto held her tightly in his arms while matching the force of her feet, increasing the frequency of his thrusts. Her cries grew louder with each movement, and she, in turn, clung to him even more tightly.
Haruto knew it was Yura Tsubasa's climax approaching, so he pressed little Haruto firmly against the depths of her lower abdomen.
The two held each other tightly, neither speaking, both panting heavily.
She reached another peak. Though the number of times tonight was already beyond count, such intense pleasure still captivated Yura Tsubasa.
Her unbearably itchy lower body trembled incessantly, her two white silk-clad legs spread lewdly apart, her small mouth gasping for air, and her Flower slit tightly gripping the base of little Haruto.
Her entire body burned with heat, her plump Flower mound arched with overwhelming desire, yearning for little Haruto to thrust fiercely into her and ravage her lewd body.
Her arms wrapped powerfully around Haruto's neck, her two white silk-clad jade legs bent and pressed tightly against his back. Her delicate, elegant feet, encased in thin, smooth white silk, only enhanced her seductive allure.
Haruto was finally on the verge of his second release.
He thrust forcefully, his dragon head striking the soft, contracting Flower core.
Yura Tsubasa let out loud, sensual moans once more.
"Ahh… Master… I can't take it anymore~~"
At that moment, little Haruto trembled, releasing a torrent of life's essence.
He held Yura Tsubasa's back tightly, his hips thrusting forward violently, once again pouring all his scorching, thick life energy into her.
"Master, Yisha… Haa… It feels so good. What about you, Master?"
"Mm, it feels good, but… I'm hungry, Yisha."
"Hungry? Then, Master… will you continue after eating?"