Ethan's physical reaction was vividly felt by the young girl.
Ethan-kun looks like he's in incredible bliss...
This realization sent a wave of excitement through Nanao that she could no longer suppress.
Ethan was indeed feeling fantastic. If he wasn't concerned that her body hadn't fully consolidated into its female state yet—which might lead to unpredictable complications if he proceeded to the final step—he would have taken the lead long ago.
"Haa... ahh! Nng... Ethan-kun... mmm... chu... slurp... haa... slurp..."
Nanao seemed to forget that breathing was even necessary, focusing every ounce of her concentration on serving Ethan with her mouth. Even when she had to pull away to gasp for air, she used her hands to provide maximum pleasure, serving him with everything she had.
In moments like this, Chisato Hasegawa would usually use her bountiful breasts to sandwich his length, but unfortunately, Nanao's size couldn't provide that particular pleasure.
And so, Nanao racked her brain.
What else can I do? No, what is there that only I can do...
Ah...
Searching her mind, she discovered the "weapon" exclusive to her. She steeled her resolve and decided to put it into practice.
While taking Ethan deep into her mouth, Nanao gave him a gentle bite.
Generally, biting is strictly forbidden during oral sex because the teeth can cause pain. One must avoid causing such discomfort to a man's sensitive and fragile parts.
However, Nanao was a dhampir. This race, with their unique fangs, could inflict pain even without sucking blood. Conversely, they also knew exactly how to use their teeth to create pleasure.
Nanao did just that, delivering a supreme, delicate nip that only a dhampir could achieve, injecting a jolt of ecstasy directly into him.
"Sss... haah...!"
The effect far exceeded Nanao's imagination. In an instant, Ethan let out a sharp cry and bucked his hips, releasing a frantic, endless torrent into Nanao's mouth.
"Mmmpphh! Nng! Mmm! ...Mph, haaaa..."
Nanao wanted to drink every single drop without leaving a trace, gulping down Ethan's essence greedily. But the release was so sudden and voluminous that Ethan's hips bucked until he popped out of her mouth, splashing thick, warm, milky-white fluid across her face and her glasses.
"Haa... haa...! Nanao... what did you just...?"
Ethan slumped back onto the sheets, his expression one of pure shock. It had been a long time since he had reached his limit so quickly and so intensely; it was an entirely new experience.
A massive sense of accomplishment made Nanao tremble. Just moments ago, she had created a pleasure intense enough to startle Ethan. This pride brought her the ultimate female satisfaction.
She threw her arms around Ethan. "That felt good, didn't it... Shall I do it again?"
Nanao continued to provide the exclusive service that only she could offer. From that point on, she fell completely into the shared pleasure with Ethan. Her confidence in bringing him to such a peak transformed her into an assertive, proactive girl, and her mouth-work—interspersed with those delicate nips—made Ethan release again and again.
Soon, after several experiences, Ethan finally discovered the key. No wonder people sought out new stimulations; even with his combat power, experiencing a sensation he had never felt before was incredibly pleasurable.
However, Nanao's resistance to pleasure was still weak. The moment Ethan turned the tables, she spiraled into an immediate climax. Once again, she found herself helplessly toyed with by Ethan.
"Hehe... your expression has become wonderful."
Chisato, who had been watching Nanao's training from the sidelines, smiled happily. Although the smile caught the corner of Nanao's eye, she didn't look away. There was a sight right in front of her that she absolutely couldn't ignore.
Chisato had turned the bedroom wall into a mirror, reflecting Nanao's form. She was on the bed, feeling like a complete girl in Ethan's hands. She was still wearing the school uniform that should have been taken off long ago. Chisato believed this outfit helped reinforce her self-perception as a girl, so she had put it back on.
However, she was only wearing the sailor top with the broken zipper, which hung completely open, exposing her perky breasts. As for her skirt, it was hooked precariously on her left leg, which was clad in an over-the-knee sock.
Dressed in this provocative way, Nanao was curled up in Ethan's arms. Ethan's left hand kneaded her breast while his right hand reached between her legs—inside her panties. A wet, lewd squelching sound echoed from beneath her underwear; it was obvious exactly where Ethan's fingers were working.
"Ahhh—no, Ethan-k... haaa... Ethan-kun~ ahhhh..."
The kneading of her most sensitive spot caused Nanao to arch her back and grind her hips shamelessly.
"I understand, Tachibana... I feel so happy when Ethan rubs me there, too," Chisato said with a smile, but Nanao didn't have the mental capacity to listen.
She twisted her hips to escape the terrifying pleasure Ethan was dealing out, but his fingers remained glued to her clitoris, trapping her in a labyrinth of ecstasy. In the blink of an eye, the moment arrived.
"No—I'm... I'm again... AHHHHHH!"
Nanao, who had recently begun to squirt during her orgasms, let out a loud, lewd cry against Ethan's thigh, her buttocks jerking as she climaxed violently. Her feminine nectar drenched Ethan's hand inside her panties.
"Ah... ahh...? Ya... nng... haa..."
As Nanao groaned in a daze, she could feel her womb pulsing deep in her lower abdomen as if throbbing with joy. Ethan slowly withdrew his hand and held it before her eyes. "Do you see?"
His hand was dripping with the fluids from her intense climax, and a faint wisp of white steam rose from it—the sheer heat of her arousal.
"!... Haa... mm, chu... slurp... nng..."
Nanao couldn't help but lean in and lick his fingers clean one by one.
"You have the face of a complete woman now... looking like this, you'll never be confused about your gender again," Chisato chuckled. "Ethan, it's about time for the final 'thrust,' isn't it?"
"Yeah... almost time."
Nanao's lewd state seemed to excite Ethan significantly; he was fully erect and ready. He hooked his middle finger into the side of Nanao's panties, pulling them open.
"Nng... haa... Ethan-kun... what...?" Nanao asked, her eyes hazy as she tilted her head back.
"Don't be afraid, Nanao... it's just going inside."
As soon as Ethan spoke gently, his massive length pushed through the opening of her panties and pressed into the wet heat between her legs.
...Eh...
The sudden sensation left Nanao confused. For some reason, her vision was bobbing up and down. Every time her hips lowered, a wet, squelching sound came from her underwear.
"........."
Nanao looked down blankly, seeing her most sensitive spot being rubbed and poked upward by Ethan's member. Her consciousness couldn't keep up with the situation.
"Don't be afraid, Tachibana," Chisato laughed. "The stimulation is probably just too strong for your senses to process yet, but you'll soon realize it's pleasure. Don't miss a single second of it."
"Nanao—..."
Before she could understand Chisato's meaning, Ethan whispered in her ear while stroking her head, tilting her face to the right. "You are an absolute woman."
Nanao's neck was left defenseless. As she heard those words, Ethan bit down on her neck with a force that caused a sweet pain and sucked hard.
In an instant, all the sensations in Nanao's body connected.
"————————!"
She arched her back violently against Ethan's legs, letting out the wildest scream of the day. It was a carnal howl born from being fully branded as a woman by Ethan during a fierce orgasm.
Now that her gender was finally solidified, it was time for Ethan to harvest the fruit. He didn't just slide inside while she was climaxing; instead, he suddenly grabbed Nanao's left leg and hoisted it up...
The pose was incredibly lewd. Her legs were spread at a ninety-degree angle, exposing her sexy, pink "flower garden" completely to Ethan's eyes. The entrance of her slit was slightly flared, revealing the pale red mucous membrane inside. Her clitoris was engorged and glistening, and trails of nectar were slowly flowing out. Her petals were drenched in a woman's dew, making the flesh shine.
Being forced into such a shameful position and having the evidence of her arousal seen by others felt embarrassing to Nanao, whose female identity had just been solidified. But when Ethan slung her leg over his shoulder and began to lick the crevice of her garden, those thoughts were immediately washed away. At this point, shame and dignity didn't matter; letting her body succumb to the pleasure was the only way forward.
Surprisingly, Ethan's licking was very meticulous. He didn't just lick aimlessly. He started with subtle movements, barely touching her, and once he found her most sensitive spot, he stayed there with stubborn intent.
Nanao's cheeks flushed, her eyes fluttered closed, and she panted heavily as her body turned to jelly. She couldn't help but toss her head back, her pale belly rising and falling rapidly.
Feeling the intense heat and wetness of her lower body, Ethan moved his hand to attack her garden. His left hand reached around her buttocks, using his index and ring fingers to spread her tender petals, while his middle finger slid inside her with a wet squelch.
His thumb vibrated rapidly against her pearl-like clitoris, teaching the beautiful dhampir girl to be even more wanton. Nanao's sensitive spots were being toyed with shamefully. Her body, ignoring her will, secreted juices that stained her thighs.
Having just confirmed her womanhood, she had already become a lustful woman whose nectar wouldn't stop flowing. She panted as she accepted Ethan's caresses. Seeing her reaction, Ethan became even more excited, pressing his tongue against her clitoris and swirling it relentlessly.
Nanao's hips spasmed, and lewd moans began to spill from her lips. Ethan's mouth pressed against her entrance, making wet, sucking noises. The sweat of ecstasy radiated the heat of her body, and the flowing fluids increased, running down her slender, snow-white legs.
A soul-melting whimper escaped Nanao's throat. With every breath Ethan took, his excitement grew. He toyed with her clitoris until the entrance was wide open, and then he thrust his hot, agile tongue inside.
Compared to his finger, the slick tongue felt even more like an actual penetration. Nanao felt as though she might faint at that moment, and she had to concentrate everything on the sensation between her legs just to stay conscious.
Ethan's tongue brought her a sense of sweet bliss. The sharp stimulation caused her to lose control; she instinctively moved her hips to meet him, wishing his tongue would never leave her body.
Ethan was also incredibly worked up. He thrust his tongue deep into her five or six times before finally letting her leg down. "Nanao, I'm going to go inside now. Are you ready?"
As he spoke, he licked from her sensitive earlobe down to her neck. Because her desire had been thoroughly piqued, that tingling sensation immediately captured her attention. Her mind was a complete blank; she had even forgotten Chisato was there.
While her heart was focused on Ethan's kiss, he reached for her rounded buttocks, lifting her up and pulling her naked, flawless body tight against his. Nanao, weak from his teasing, hooked her arms around Ethan's neck and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, resting her head limply on his shoulder.
Ethan took the opportunity to spread her legs further and bring the head of his massive member to the entrance of her slit. It was a captivating, erotic sight.
The moment he touched her petals, Nanao's body tensed. She felt an extraordinary pressure between her thighs as the head pushed past the petals and entered. Her face looked both saintly and erotically seductive as she responded by pushing her snow-white buttocks forward. Ethan immediately impaled her core.
Because she was completely lubricated, the penetration was smoother and more comfortable than imagined. The brief pain vanished instantly, replaced by a feeling of being filled to the brim. The sensation reminded her of the string of orgasms she had just experienced.
Ethan pressed his body against her, and she wrapped her long, jade-like legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts. Her petals, still wet with nectar, rubbed against him. Because her hips were tilted up, he was able to go deeper, hitting her "flower heart" and making her gasp.
Ethan gripped her buttocks firmly, his broad chest pressing against her soft breasts. Once Nanao began to move, she couldn't stop. Her moans became frantic. She increased the range of her hip movements, splashing nectar onto the bed. This pleasure was many times more fulfilling than what she had felt before, and she couldn't help but cry tears of joy. At this point, she would have performed the most humiliating acts if it meant easing the itch deep inside her.
His hot, thick member slid in and out of her soft, narrow, slick passage, quickly becoming coated in her juices and turning into a glistening piston. The stimulation was like a bolt of lightning, quickly bringing Nanao to a climax.
Her slender hands moved from his shoulders to his waist as her body undulated like a snake. Her high, tender breasts rose and fell with her frantic breathing. She murmured incoherent words as Ethan, seeing her pleasure, became even more vigorous, thrusting into her jade tunnel with everything he had.
The tingling, aching sensation made her whole body feel like it was on fire. Finally, she broke through the limits of pleasure. "Ah... I can't... I'm going crazy...!"
As her passage constricted tightly, she clamped her legs around Ethan's body, and her entire midsection began to spasm. The internal contractions made Ethan feel even better, and he accelerated his thrusts, pounding into her honey-cave with greater force.
Nanao felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her body shook violently, and her soul felt like it was flying beyond the heavens. Ethan pressed his tongue into hers, letting her drown in the peak of her first dual-cultivation climax.
He then stopped his movements and lay back on the bedding, holding himself upright. "Come, Nanao. Do it yourself now. Actively feel what it means to be a woman."
"Ethan..."
The lingering afterglow of the intense climax left Nanao's body weak, but thanks to the effects of their first dual cultivation, her strength had already leapt up an entire rank. Even without Ethan's life essence being poured into her womb yet, the stability of her mind and body, combined with the massive amounts of energy she had swallowed earlier, contributed to her breakthrough.
By the time Ethan finished inside her, completing this session, her strength might jump even further. A normal girl—even a normal dhampir—couldn't have handled this, but the powerful True Ancestor bloodline provided her with unparalleled adaptability and recovery.
Sitting astride Ethan, Nanao had no real technique; she simply moved her body up and down, following her heart and searching for the point that brought her the most pleasure. Ethan, lying there enjoying the view of the beautiful dhampir girl's erotic form, was sweating from the pleasure. Soon, he couldn't help but flip her over and pin her down again, pounding relentlessly into her engorged, tender garden.
He braced his hands on the bed, rising and falling over Nanao's small, adorable, yet incredibly seductive body like he was doing push-ups.
"Nanao... it feels so good... haa, haa..."
The stimulation was so intense that Nanao couldn't form a complete sentence. She could only cling to Ethan's back, her nails leaving long scratches on his skin.
After nearly thirty minutes of tireless pounding, Ethan finally reached his limit. Every muscle in his body tensed. "Nanao, get ready... this is the best proof of your womanhood..."
The cute, blonde dhampir panted, "Okay... I'll take all of it..."
"Haa, all for you...!"
"Nng... it's so hot... my belly feels so full... but I feel so satisfied..."