Chapter 76: Sakura Miyajima's Training
Tanaka Hajime stared in shock at Haruto, who had appeared out of nowhere. He couldn't comprehend why this handsome, cold-eyed young man had immediately tried to kill him upon their first meeting.
He wanted to speak, but his punctured throat denied him the chance. His mouth opened and closed helplessly as blood gushed forth.
In despair and resentment, Tanaka's obese body collapsed backward.
Thud.
Dust swirled up from the floorboards as the wooden stage shook violently from the impact.
Tanaka Hajime mumbled something indistinct, but until his last breath, Haruto couldn't make out a single word.
Staring at the motionless body of Tanaka Hajime, whose face was frozen in regret and resentment, Haruto finally relaxed his tense muscles.
Once he confirmed Tanaka Hajime was truly dead, he immediately began cleaning up the aftermath.
The wound from the Lightning Spear was charred black, and though there wasn't much blood, the gaping hole in his throat looked horrifying.
Haruto found a cloth to wrap Tanaka Hajime's corpse, preventing further bloodstains from spreading.
After quickly wiping away the remaining blood on the floor—enough to avoid immediate suspicion—he hoisted the two-hundred-pound body with one hand and headed toward the back gate of Aiho Academy.
Due to Japan's terrain, there were plenty of remote, uninhabited mountains and forests.
Even in a bustling area like Tokyo.
However, Tokyo Bay cement shoes are convenient and effective, so many people don't bother going to remote suburbs for disposal.
Haruto couldn't possibly drag such a conspicuous corpse all that way by himself. After leaving Aiho Academy, he found a small grove nearby and decided to bury it there for the time being.
As he dug the hole, his thoughts drifted back to the blue flames Akeno had used earlier.
If he could master that kind of flame, he could silently eliminate this lump of fat along with the bloodstains on the floor without damaging the surface.
After burying the body, Haruto returned to the indoor gymnasium, restored everything to its original state, and erased all traces of his presence.
He even mopped the floor to prevent any lingering scent of blood.
During the process, Haruto noticed that Tanaka Hajime had tampered with all the speakers and microphones.
Combined with other clues, he had a rough idea of what Tanaka was planning.
Today was Friday. After the weekend, the school would hold a Monday morning assembly. Tanaka intended to use that opportunity to hypnotize the entire academy in one go.
When Haruto had felt the mental shock earlier, he realized Tanaka's hypnosis ability wasn't as dire as he had initially feared.
For ordinary people, it might be unstoppable, but those with supernatural powers could resist it to some extent.
Let alone attempting to perform hypnosis that defied common sense—it was nearly impossible to succeed.
But that didn't mean the ability was useless.
The fact that it could grant a fat man, weaker than the average person, the capability to fight a B-rank supernatural being was proof enough of its power.
After cleaning up the scene, Haruto returned to the grove to dispose of the corpse properly.
Though the grove was secluded, it was still too close to Aiho Academy. Leaving over two hundred pounds of rotting flesh here was simply too disgusting for him.
Haruto couldn't master the blue flames yet, but high-temperature fire spells were well within his capabilities.
He dug up the shallow layer of soil and set both the cloth and the corpse ablaze.
After channeling his magic for a while to ensure the cremation achieved the desired effect, Haruto pinched his nose and stepped back, waiting quietly.
Fifteen minutes later, the flames in the pit dimmed as all the combustible material burned away.
Haruto approached and saw only ashes remained in the pit. The intense heat had even scorched the surrounding soil smooth.
Amid the thick ashes, a pair of flat, frameless glasses lay completely intact, their lenses shimmering with a dark red glow.
Haruto didn't notice this. His demon bloodline granted him night vision but not X-ray vision, and he had no interest in grinding bones to dust.
Satisfied that Tanaka had been properly cremated, he filled the pit back in and dusted off his hands. "Done. Time to go."
After Haruto left, the strange glasses buried deep in the ashes suddenly erupted with a violent crimson light.
When the light faded, the glasses were no longer in the ashes. The spot where they had been was now compacted with dirt and soot, as if they had never existed.
...
With Tanaka Hajime dealt with, Haruto was in high spirits.
He checked the time—only an hour had passed. Remembering the blooming peony waiting for him at home, he quickened his pace.
When Haruto returned home, the Takamine sisters were chatting with Sakura on the sofa. The moment they saw him, all three rushed over.
"Master~"
Ayame was the first to cling to Haruto, wrapping her arms around his and showering him with coquettish affection.
Haruto gave her soft chest a playful squeeze and said, "Let go first. I need to take another shower."
Leaving aside the bloodstains, just the smell from the cremation alone made him feel uncomfortable all over if he didn't wash it off.
Sayuri seized the opportunity, "Master, would you like me to help you wash?"
Haruto glanced at Sakura beside her, "Sakura-senpai, why don't you help me wash instead?"
Sakura blinked her eyes, "M-me?"
"Mhm. If you're unwilling, forget it."
"No, I'm not unwilling," Sakura reflexively replied.
After speaking, she guiltily avoided the gazes of the Takamine sisters, feeling as though she'd stolen their man right in front of them.
The Takamine sisters did feel somewhat jealous, but they didn't blame Sakura at all.
It was purely Sakura overthinking things.
Under the envious eyes of the Takamine sisters, Haruto wrapped his arm around Sakura and entered the bathroom.
To prevent her clothes from getting wet, Sakura wore only a set of pale purple, semi-transparent lace lingerie.
Against her similarly pale purple hair, her alluring figure carried an air of elegance.
At first she was still nervous, but upon realizing Haruto truly just wanted to bathe, she gradually calmed down.
Scrubbing each other's backs was relatively common in Japan—something friends and family members often did.
As she earnestly scrubbed Haruto's back, she asked softly, "Haruto, did you resolve the matter?"
"Yes, it was simpler than expected."
"That's good." Sakura turned on the showerhead and began rinsing Haruto off. "Would you like to soak in the bath, Haruto?"
"Not tonight. There's something more important to do."
Haruto pulled Sakura into his arms and planted a kiss on her snow-white, delicate cheek.
"Of course, if Sakura-senpai wants to do it here, I'm completely fine with that too."
Sakura rested her head on Haruto's shoulder. Her supple kendo-trained body now seemed boneless as she pressed softly against Haruto's naked form.
A wave of heat surged between her legs, her valley tightening as a slick dew trickled out.
With her last bit of strength, she murmured dazedly, "Take me...to the bedroom..."
She clung to him, her breath hot against his neck, every fiber of her being screaming for the consummation that had been so cruelly delayed. The air between them was thick, charged with a desperate, primal need.
Haruto scooped up the buxom kendo beauty and carried her to the bedroom to continue what they'd left unfinished earlier.
His steps were swift, purposeful. In his arms, she felt both weightless and like the most precious burden, her body a live wire of anticipation, humming against his chest.
In the bedroom, the tall, voluptuous, and alluring beauty knelt on the bed, her full, mature hourglass figure on full display.
The dim light caressed the curves of her body, casting shadows that promised hidden delights. She was a vision of submission and desire, waiting for him, and him alone.
Haruto bent down, fingers hooking onto the straps of her lingerie. With a gentle twist, the pale purple bra slipped off, releasing a pair of fragrant, plump mounds that exuded a faint, enticing aroma, their pink peaks already pert and erect.
The sight stole his breath. They were perfection, heavy and ripe, and the scent of her pure arousal was an intoxicating perfume that filled his lungs, driving him wild with want.
Haruto pinched one nipple between his fingers, giving it a light tug. Sakura immediately let out a seductive moan.
A sharp, sweet shock jolted from her nipple straight to her core, making her clench around nothing. Her back arched instinctively, pushing her breast more firmly into his hand, a silent plea for more.
"Your little buds are already hard. As expected of a doujin heroine—though only seventeen, your body is already fully matured."
His voice was a low, possessive growl that vibrated through her, the words both a praise and a claiming that sent another wave of heat washing over her skin.
"Nngh...ah...don't...don't touch there~"
But her body betrayed her words, her hips making a small, involuntary circle against the sheets, seeking friction, seeking him. Every 'don't' was a breathless 'yes'.
Lost in pleasure, Sakura didn't even register Haruto's words.
Her world had narrowed to the points of contact: his fingers on her nipples, the ache between her legs, the overwhelming need for him to fill the emptiness that was becoming an agony.
As her nipples were toyed with, electric currents shot through her body, her valley secreting copious amounts of slickness that fueled her lewd desire to arch her back and let Haruto take her thoroughly.
She could feel her own wetness, a hot, slick flood that soaked her inner thighs, preparing her body for his invasion. The sound of his touch on her skin was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
Seeing Sakura's flushed face, Haruto immediately knew she was already aroused.
A feral smile touched his lips. Seeing the proud kendo beauty reduced to a writhing, desperate creature of pure need was the greatest aphrodisiac.
He shifted positions, moving behind Sakura.
The change in position made her gasp. Now, exposed and presented, she felt a thrilling vulnerability, a shiver of anticipation and shame that only made her wetter.
The two plump, milky-white buttocks were full and voluptuous, their exaggerated curves incredibly enticing. Just the sight of those indecently fleshy cheeks was enough to send Haruto's desire skyrocketing.
He ran a hand over the smooth, pale globe, feeling the firm muscle beneath the soft skin, and a possessive groan rumbled in his chest. She was built for this.
Adding to that, the glistening, succulent folds between those cheeks were already dripping wet, the plump petals parting and closing as translucent nectar seeped out—clearly, they were fully prepared to endure his conquest.
Her most intimate place was on display, pink and swollen and gleaming with her essence. The sight was so lewd, so utterly inviting, that he had to steady himself before he took her like a wild animal.
His throbbing arousal pressed firmly against Sakura's snow-white rear, and with a thrust of his hips, she immediately let out a sound that was both pained and satisfied.
His thick, veiny length pushed past her slick, resisting entrance, stretching her, filling her in one relentless, breathtaking thrust.
The feeling of being suddenly, completely filled was overwhelming. A sharp cry was torn from her lips, a mix of shock and profound relief as he buried himself to the hilt.
Her delicate, beautiful face flushed with a seductive blush, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.
Pleasure, raw and untamed, crashed over her, wiping all thought clean. She was just a body, a vessel, being used and filled in the most perfect way imaginable.
Slap slap slap slap slap slap...
The sound of their bodies meeting was a rapid, wet rhythm, punctuated by her choked sobs and his guttural grunts. The bed creaked in protest, a frantic drumbeat to their coupling.
After a brief moment of adjustment, Sakura began actively rolling her hips.
Her body, now accustomed to his girth, moved on its own, meeting his thrusts with a primal hunger, driving him deeper, chasing the coiling tension in her belly.
Seeing this, Haruto also started slamming into those soft, snow-white mounds with force, the tender flesh trembling violently with each impact.
His balls slapped against her wet folds with every deep, penetrating drive, the lewd, wet sounds filling the room.
He gripped her hips hard, his fingers leaving marks on her pale skin as he pistoned into her, losing himself in the tight, wet heat of her.
His monstrous length plunged in and out tirelessly, burying itself to the hilt with every thrust, hitting her deepest spot until Sakura's eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy.
With each brutal thrust, the head of his cock hammered against the mouth of her womb, sending convulsions of unbearable pleasure through her entire being.
She was screaming now, mindless, her body convulsing around him as he pushed her over the edge, her vision whiting out as she shattered completely.
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