The morning sun bathed the dorm building in golden light as Haruto stepped out with a bright, confident grin plastered across his face.
"I'm ready for this," he declared, taking a deep, dramatic breath like he was about to conquer the world.
Reiko leaned against the jeep, smirking as she looked him up and down. "Look at him. Someone's awfully happy today."
Kurohime chuckled softly while opening the jeep door. "Of course he is. Today he finally gets to meet the only family he has left."
Solara, already seated in the front, adjusted her sunglasses and gave him a commanding glance. "Get in, Haruto. We've got a flight to catch, and I'm not missing it because someone decided to daydream."
Haruto practically bounced into the vehicle. "Let's go!"
The moment he sat down, Luna's arm snaked around his neck and yanked him straight into her soft, massive chest. His face disappeared between her huge breasts like he'd been swallowed by heaven.
"Mine," she growled playfully, squeezing him tighter.
Solara glanced back, trying not to laugh as Haruto's muffled voice came from somewhere between Luna's cleavage. She was wearing a tight yellow sweater that was clearly losing the battle against her own impressive figure, the fabric stretched so violently it looked like it might surrender at any moment.
"This is a big day," Solara said, her tone softening. "We're meeting the elite squads. We need to make a good impression."
Lisa gripped the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road ahead. "Exactly. Haruto being the stepson of one of the elite team leaders gives us a real shot at getting into that squad. We can't mess this up."
Haruto finally managed to pull his face free, cheeks slightly flushed. He flashed a proud wink. "Of course. My stepmom loves me more than anything. She'll take care of us."
Solara raised an eyebrow, her expression turning more serious. "It's been years, Haruto. She's been searching for you, sure… but we can't rely on old feelings alone. We have to be smart about this."
The drive to the airport passed in a blur of teasing banter and nervous excitement. When they finally arrived, Elara slipped her hand into Haruto's, her short white skirt swaying teasingly around her thick, milky thighs with every step.
"Our seats are B-17 and B-18," she said sweetly, gently pulling him toward the boarding gate. "Come on."
Haruto's eyes sparkled with pure joy. "I've never been on an airplane before…"
Luna, walking right behind them, suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. Her expression darkened.
"He's going to sit with her…?" she muttered.
Thud!
Her fist slammed into the nearby wall, leaving a perfect circular dent.
A concerned flight attendant rushed over. "Ma'am, are you okay?"
Luna flashed an awkward, toothy smile. "Yup! Totally fine!" She quickly jogged after the group, waving apologetically. "Sorry about that!"
Inside the nearly empty business class cabin—reserved exclusively for the Demon Corporation's 13th and 14th squads—Reiko leaned back in her luxurious seat and let out a contented sigh.
"This feels amazing…"
Akane glanced around, confused. "Where is everyone else? It's so empty."
Kurohime smiled from her seat, already half-dozing. "We bought out the entire business class section. This part of the plane is basically ours today."
Solara was already focused on her tablet, scrolling through profiles of the elite squads. Her expression grew serious.
"These people… they look intense. Every single member of the three strongest elite squads radiates power."
Lisa leaned over, swiping to the next image. "We need to be careful. Watch what we say, how we act—everything. This meeting could change our lives."
From the very back row, Luna stared at Haruto with a dramatic pout, arms crossed under her chest.
"Look at that happy little puppy," she grumbled, though the corners of her mouth twitched with reluctant affection. "All excited to see his stepmom while the rest of us are over here stressing…"
The plane drifted smoothly through a sea of fluffy white clouds, sunlight streaming in through the windows.
Elara gazed outside with a dreamy smile. "This is such an amazing moment…"
Haruto nodded, trying to look casual, but his eyes kept drifting helplessly to the way her enormous, soft breasts strained against her top. It's so big… No, I shouldn't be thinking about these things, he scolded himself in a whisper.
Elara noticed his stare and smiled softly. Without a word, she gently pulled his head down, resting it against the warm, pillowy softness of her huge breasts. "Do you want to sleep, Haruto?" she asked tenderly, patting his back like he was the most precious thing in the world.
Haruto's arms instinctively wrapped around her slim waist. He buried his face deeper into her chest, letting out a contented sigh. "This… is heaven," he muttered under his breath, eyes already closing.
From the row behind, Luna glared daggers at the scene, her fists clenched. "That damn puppy is having all the fun without me…" she growled quietly, turning away with a jealous huff.
Kurohime glanced over at Solara, who was still glued to her tablet. "You're stressing too much, Solara."
Solara gave her a nervous smile. "I know… but this is our squad's future. This is a golden chance. I can't afford to relax."
Akane leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes peacefully. "She's right about the future… but we shouldn't waste the present either." Within seconds, she was drifting off.
A few minutes later, a beautiful air hostess approached with a professional yet warm smile. She leaned down toward Haruto, her tight uniform doing very little to hide the way her massive breasts jiggled softly with the movement.
"Would you like something to eat, Sir?" she asked politely.
Haruto's eyes widened for a split second before he forced them back up to her face. "Just… a pancake, please," he replied, voice slightly strained.
Nearby, Arashi grinned as he openly admired the hostess's round, shapely ass. "This plane is full of angels," he whispered with a cocky smile.
Haruto turned to him, confused. "What do you mean?"
Arashi leaned in closer, voice low and mischievous. "We're guys, Haruto. We don't get chances like this every day. The girls are all sleeping or busy with intel. Maybe we should… take advantage of the moment."
Haruto gulped hard, his heart racing. He glanced toward the back where Luna, Elara, and Akane were dozing, then at the others who were deep in discussion. After a moment, a determined spark lit in his eyes.
"I'm ready."
Arashi smirked and stood up. "Let's go burn some energy then."
The two boys slipped toward the back of the cabin. As they entered the service area, three stunning air hostesses turned to them with respectful, curious smiles.
"What can we do for you, Sirs?" one asked softly.
Arashi didn't hesitate. He grabbed the nearest hostess by the waist, pulling her flush against him. "How about some real fun before we land?" he said with a confident grin, already guiding her into a small private room and kicking the door shut behind them.
Haruto stood there, cheeks burning, now facing the remaining two hostesses. "Since they're… occupied, maybe we can have some fun too?" he said nervously, his face flushed.
The two women exchanged a quick, heated glance, then licked their lips in perfect sync. Before Haruto could say another word, they grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the adjacent room, locking the door with a click.
"They look way too ready for this…" Haruto thought, heart pounding, as he was pushed down onto the soft carpeted floor.
With seductive smiles, both hostesses began stripping off their tight uniforms. Fabric slid down smooth skin, revealing voluptuous, curvaceous bodies — huge, heavy breasts with hardened nipples, tiny waists, and wide, swaying hips. Their skin glowed under the dim cabin lights.
"Let us take care of you, Sir," they purred in unison.
One hostess straddled him immediately, leaning down to capture his lips in a hungry, aggressive kiss. "Mmm…" she moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing wildly with his.
The second hostess knelt beside them, licking and sucking along Haruto's neck while her hand boldly slid down his pants. She popped the button open and slipped her fingers inside, wrapping them around his already rock-hard cock.
"Let me help you relax, Sir," she whispered seductively, stroking him with slow, teasing pumps.
The heat in the small room rose fast.
They stripped Haruto completely, then took turns devouring him. One rode his face while the other sucked his cock deep into her throat, gagging wetly as saliva dripped down his shaft. They switched again and again, their bodies growing slick with sweat from the effort.
Then the real intensity began.
The first hostess — a tall brunette with enormous bouncing breasts — positioned herself over Haruto's hips. She rubbed her soaked pussy along his length before sinking down hard, taking every thick inch in one greedy motion. "Fuck— you're so big, Sir!" she gasped, her voice breaking into a moan.
She started riding him like her life depended on it — fast, deep, and brutal. Her massive tits slapped loudly against her chest with every bounce. Sweat quickly beaded on her skin, trickling down between her breasts and over her toned stomach.
The second hostess, a curvy redhead, straddled Haruto's face, grinding her dripping cunt against his mouth. "Eat me, Sir— ahh, just like that!" she cried, rolling her hips desperately while pinching her own nipples.
Haruto gripped the brunette's sweaty ass with both hands and thrust up hard to meet her wild bounces, the wet slap-slap-slap of skin echoing in the small room. Sweat poured off all three of them. The air grew thick, hot, and heavy with the raw scent of sex.
They didn't slow down.
The women switched. The redhead impaled herself on his cock in reverse cowgirl, her plump ass rippling violently as she slammed down again and again. "Deeper! Fuck me harder, Sir!" she screamed, reaching back to spread her cheeks wide.
Haruto sat up, sweat dripping from his forehead, and pounded into her from below with raw, animalistic force. His hips snapped upward mercilessly, balls slapping against her soaked folds. The brunette knelt in front, shoving her huge, sweat-slick breasts into his face, letting him suck and bite her nipples while she fingered herself frantically.
Sweat streamed down their bodies in rivulets. Hair stuck to damp skin. Breasts glistened. The carpet beneath them was already soaked with their combined juices.
They changed positions again — Haruto on his knees now. He took the brunette from behind, slamming into her pussy with deep, punishing strokes while she ate out the redhead, who was sprawled on her back moaning loudly. The sound of wet flesh colliding filled the room, mixed with desperate gasps and filthy cries.
"Harder— don't stop! Fill me up!" the brunette begged, pushing her ass back to meet every brutal thrust.
Haruto's hands left red marks on her hips as he railed her relentlessly. Sweat flew with every impact. The redhead came first, squirting messily over the brunette's face with a loud scream.
The brunette followed seconds later, her walls clamping down like a vice around Haruto's cock as she shook violently, juices gushing down his thighs.
They flipped Haruto onto his back once more. Both women climbed on — the brunette riding his cock with savage, bouncing intensity while the redhead sat on his face again, smothering him with her soaked pussy. Their sweaty bodies slapped together above him, breasts bouncing wildly, skin shining under the lights.
The pace became frantic, almost violent. Moans turned into screams. Sweat poured freely. The small room felt like a sauna.
"I'm— I'm gonna cum!" Haruto groaned, voice strained.
Both hostesses moved instantly. They dropped to their knees in front of him, pressing their massive, sweat-drenched breasts together, tongues hanging out, eyes glazed with lust.
"Cum for us, Sir," they begged breathlessly. "Cover us— paint us!"
With a deep, guttural roar, Haruto exploded. Thick, powerful ropes of hot cum shot across their faces, tongues, and heaving, glistening breasts. Strand after sticky strand painted their skin white. The women moaned in delight, licking cum off each other's faces and sharing sloppy, messy kisses while looking up at him with satisfied, cum-covered smiles.
Haruto collapsed onto the floor, chest heaving, body drenched in sweat, completely spent.
One hostess leaned over, kissing him softly despite the mess. "Thank you for choosing our… special in-flight service, Sir," she whispered with a playful, exhausted wink.
The other giggled weakly, still licking a thick drop of cum from her nipple. "We hope the rest of your flight is just as… satisfying."
After a long while, the door finally slid open. Haruto stepped out, his face pale and exhausted, eyes heavy with fatigue. He leaned against the wall for support, breathing slowly as he made his way toward the seats.
Arashi followed right behind him, wearing a wide, confident grin. "You took on two at once? Damn… looks like you had some extreme fun," he teased, his voice brimming with energetic mischief as he dropped into his seat.
Haruto collapsed onto the chair beside Elara, sweat still glistening on his forehead. Without a word, he rested his head on her shoulder, his voice barely a whisper.
"I just… want to sleep."
Within seconds, he drifted off.
Hours later, the group emerged from the airport into the bustling heart of Tokyo. The city greeted them with its electric energy — towering skyscrapers, flashing neon, and the endless hum of life.
"Tokyo is incredible…" Luna breathed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she took in the sea of people and sleek cars rushing past.
Solara walked ahead with purpose, her steps sharp and commanding. She stopped beside a line of sleek black vehicles waiting at the curb.
"Everyone, get in," she said, her tone serious and authoritative. "These are from Demon Corporation."
The group nodded without hesitation. One by one, they slipped into the luxurious cars.
Inside, Haruto leaned back against the soft leather seat, letting out a contented sigh. "This is comfortable…"
Elara smiled softly, reaching over to gently adjust his collar. "You've been glowing ever since we landed. Looking forward to seeing your stepmother after so long?"
Haruto turned to her, his tired eyes warm with quiet affection. "Yeah… it's been a long time," he whispered, almost to himself. He then gazed out the window, watching the iconic Tokyo skyline glide by — a sea of lights and steel under the evening sky.