*Note: One thing before say something. Please restraint from put reviews saying that this fic have yuri because this could cause that new people drop this fic before start it. In addition I said countless time that this fic hasn't yuri, I'm tired of saying it. I understand you don't like this fic and put a bad review saying the things you don't like it but I'll erase all the reviews saying that this fic has yuri because it's a lie.
Another thing, tomorrow I won't publish a chapter because I won't be at home until sunday.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT WITH NO LEGAL LOLIS. PLEASE DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU DON'T LIKE LOLIS. I ALREADY WARNED YOU SO DON'T BLAME ME AFTER THIS. THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT BUT FOR THOSE WHO LIKE LOLIS DON'T WORRY. IN THE FUTURE THESE CHAPTERS WILL HAVE A LOT OF WORDS MORE, SO FORGIVE ME FOR NOW.
One thing more, I'm still banned (or so I think), so I can't publish images, sorry. I'll publish them when I can.
Have a good day :)
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At a speed that far exceeded the capabilities of the human eye, Akira reached out and grabbed both girls, stripping them of their clothing with an almost frighteningly impressive level of dexterity. It was as if he were a seasoned professional, moving with a fluid grace that left no room for hesitation or modesty. Mikan and Kari, momentarily stunned by the suddenness of his actions, found themselves standing completely exposed before him before they could even process what had happened. They stood there, their small, delicate bodies laid bare as if presented by an artist showcasing his work. For a fleeting second, a thought crossed their minds: how could a young man be so accustomed to removing a woman's clothes with such efficiency?.
However, those analytical thoughts vanished as quickly as they had arrived the moment Akira began to discard his own attire. As his clothing fell away, the girls were left breathless by the sight of him. His physique was nothing short of divine—lean, hard abdominals that looked as if they were carved from marble, a handsome face that seemed to glow with an ethereal intensity, and his massive, turgid member pointing toward the ceiling like a pillar of raw desire. To Mikan and Kari, he didn't look like a boy; he looked like a God. His gaze, clouded by the heat of the aphrodisiac, was thirsty and predatory, looking at their small frames as if they were a life-saving oasis in the middle of a scorching, infinite desert.
That burning gaze directed at their small bodies ignited a fire within them, pushing their excitement to a fever pitch. As if a silent, wordless agreement had been reached between the two, they both knelt before him. With their small tongues, they began to worship him, licked and tasted the length of Akira's member with a desperate, newfound hunger.
Akira, whose mind was now a thick fog of lust due to the potent Rángel powder, simply collapsed back onto the bed to surrender himself to the sensation. He allowed himself to be consumed by the "double blowjob"—a second experience for Kari and the very first for Mikan. The sensation of those two young girls, their delicate tongues tracing every vein and inch of his cock, was almost too much stimulation for him to bear. Within minutes, the pressure built until he reached a violent peak, ejaculating a thick, hot torrent across their faces, staining their skin with his heavy semen.
Far from being repulsed, the warm, milky liquid seemed to excite them even further. Both girls eagerly licked the semen from their own skin and each other's, finally tasting the flavor they had spent so long fantasizing about. Perhaps it was a side effect of the Omnitrix's influence on his DNA, or perhaps it was just the intensity of their arousal, but the taste was so intoxicatingly sweet and rich that they couldn't stop themselves. They immediately returned to their work, performing a second, even more passionate oral act.
As they continued, their movements became perfectly synchronized, as if they had been practicing for years instead of minutes. They alternated roles with professional precision; while one girl took him deep into her throat, the other would focus her attention on his balls, and then they would switch without missing a beat. Even more surprising was that they began to touch themselves, their fingers working their own wet openings while they continued to satisfy Akira, their pleasure building in tandem with his. Their eyes, once innocent, were now wide and hazy with a level of unbridled lust that seemed to transform their pupils into shimmering pink hearts.
Once again, Akira reached his limit, his semen mixing with the vaginal fluids the girls had released as they reached their own climaxes at the same time. Panting and drooling, their eyes remained locked onto his cock. It was clear that the aphrodisiac had "infected" them as well, as if the very air in the room was now thick with a contagious desire that had completely shattered their ability to think rationally.
Without a word, Akira moved. He placed both girls in the missionary position. Without asking for permission, driven by a primal instinct, he drove himself into Mikan first. At her side, Kari watched with a flicker of envy, but deep down, she understood the hierarchy. Mikan had been his girlfriend longer, and even in his drugged state, some unconscious part of Akira seemed to recognize that she deserved to be "claimed" first.
The sharp sting of the first time followed—the small amount of blood that marked the transition from childhood to womanhood. Mikan had taken the final step. But the pain was fleeting, quickly replaced by a wave of overwhelming ecstasy that made her head swim and a foolish, blissful smile spread across her face. She didn't want him to be gentle; she wanted to be devoured, to have her body completely claimed and her womb filled by him.
Akira moved with a wild, uncontrolled rhythm, no longer behaving like a human, but like a beast in heat driven by the singular goal of procreation. The sound of their skin meeting—the rhythmic slapping of his pelvis against her small frame—echoed through the room, punctuated by Mikan's deafening, uninhibited moans.
Kari, unable to just sit and wait, masturbated furiously as she watched. Seeing her best friend—the girl she spent every day with at school, the girl with whom she shared a boyfriend—being taken so roughly by the man they both loved was the most erotic vision she had ever witnessed. Her own small body was trembling with a need that felt like it might kill her.
Finally, she leaned in and whispered into Akira's ear, her voice a desperate plea: "I want your cock too".
Akira didn't hesitate. He immediately positioned Kari beside the gasping Mikan and penetrated her with the same raw intensity. A thin trail of blood ran down Kari's thighs as she, too, left her childhood behind. For her, the pain was non-existent, drowned out instantly by a flood of pleasure that reached every corner of her soul. Akira's hips moved with animalistic power, and Kari met his passion, rising up to kiss him with a ferocity that matched his own.
He was now a whirlwind of movement, alternating his attention between the two girls, kissing one with a deep, tongue-lashing passion while his hands roamed over the other's developing body. The three of them were completely lost in a sea of shared skin and fluids. When he finally reached his peak inside Mikan, his semen flooded her, marking her as his exclusive property—a womb that he had claimed for himself alone.
But Kari was not done. Thirsty for her own share, she pushed Akira onto his back and mounted him like a wild rider. Her hips moved instinctively, riding him with every ounce of strength she possessed. Her moans were so loud they likely filled the entire ship, though neither of them cared about who might be listening.
Akira, the alpha male, wouldn't let her do all the work. He saw her now for what the drug had made her—a female in heat, desperate for his mark. He took control once more, devastating her with a series of powerful thrusts until he came again, filling her to the brim and marking her womb just as he had Mikan's.
Even as they lay there panting, covered in sweat and fluids, the girls were still not satisfied. They wanted more. They wanted to be used as his personal onaholes until they literally lost consciousness from the exhaustion of it all.
Watching all of this from a hidden vantage point was Momo. She stood there in the shadows, her hand working between her own legs as she watched the scene unfold. She wasn't jealous; instead, she felt a profound sense of happiness and excitement. Her tail was curled into a perfect heart shape as she watched Akira behave like a savage animal.
"The aphrodisiac is even stronger than I thought," she whispered to herself, her breath hitching. "He's never fucked me quite that wildly. I wonder how it would feel to be treated like that… like a mindless onahole".
Momo reflected on the true power of the Rángel powder—a detail she had neglected to mention to Mikan and Kari. The aphrodisiac's effects were transmissible through bodily fluids. The moment the girls had swallowed Akira's semen during those first few minutes, they had been "dosed" themselves, which explained their total loss of control and their sudden, insatiable hunger for more.
As Akira continued to "satisfy" the two "illegal" lolis, the rest of the girls on the ship were suffering through their own long night of solitary masturbation. Even the stoic Yami was desperate to feel Akira's warmth inside her. However, they all respected the unspoken "Virgin Rule" of the harem: no one was allowed to interfere during a girl's first time with Akira. It was a sacred boundary they only broke in extreme circumstances, like the shared experiences of Kari and Mikan, or the lust-filled encounter between Momo and Nana.
That night, the ship was a vessel of pure debauchery, leaving Mikan and Kari forever changed, and Momo with a very specific new request for her future husband.