Chapter 77: Training in Progress...
"Ahhh~? So big~ so full~?..."
"It's stretching me so wide, darling... I've never felt so full in my life..."
"Haaah... I can't... it's too good~? I'm gonna... I'm gonna~?..."
"I'm losing my mind... I'm going to climax already...!"
Within just a few minutes, Sakura was already panting and claiming she couldn't take any more, while Haruto had clearly only just begun.
The sight of her, the beautiful and composed Sakura-senpai, coming completely undone beneath him sent a fresh jolt of raw possession through Haruto's veins. He watched, mesmerized, as every tremor of her body was a symphony composed by his own movements.
Just as boys were prone to finishing quickly their first time, girls were also more sensitive during their first experience, reaching their peak more easily.
Sakura's beautiful eyes were filled with lust, her lips parted as she moaned incessantly. Suddenly, she threw her head back, her enchanting face tilting upward as her eyes flew open. A high-pitched, sultry cry escaped her throat before her entire body convulsed violently, her long, snow-white legs trembling so much she could barely stay kneeling.
The convulsions of her inner walls were a silken, milking pressure that threatened to undo him then and there. Haruto gritted his teeth, focusing on the visual feast before him to maintain his control, committing every detail of her climax to memory.
Her drenched valley, rubbed relentlessly by Haruto's relentless movements, soon reached its peak once again.
Just as the last waves of her first peak were receding, the relentless, deep friction stoked the embers back into a roaring fire. A new, more profound sensitivity bloomed within her, making every nerve ending sing.
Her inner walls clenched down tightly, giving Haruto an even more snug embrace before gushing out a flood of translucent fluid. The nectar spilled from her delicate petals, some dripping down his length while the rest splattered onto her plump, upturned rear with each powerful thrust.
A few slick trails even trickled onto the sheets or slid slowly down her thighs.
The lewd, wet sounds of their joining filled the room, a stark and erotic counterpoint to their ragged breathing. The air was thick with the mingled scents of their passion.
Sakura's climax did nothing to slow Haruto down—if anything, it only spurred him to move faster. Bringing such a peerless beauty to the brink was, after all, an incredibly exhilarating experience for any man.
His own pleasure was a tight coil in his gut, but the sight of her continuous, overwhelming ecstasy was an even more potent drug. He wanted to wring every last moan, every shudder, from her perfect body.
Haruto grabbed Sakura's slender, pale arms, holding her up like a chariot reins to keep the buxom beauty from collapsing mid-climax as he relentlessly pounded into her tender, yielding depths.
This new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper, the head of his length kissing a spot inside her that made her see stars. Each impact was a shock of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Her ample, snow-soft breasts bounced wildly with each impact, the dazzling waves of pale flesh a mesmerizing sight. Even her rosy peaks had swollen, flushed and engorged, the pink areolas and nipples a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
"Senpai, how is it? Does it feel good? Want me to go harder?"
"Do you like it when I fill you up like this, Senpai? Tell me you want more."
"Ahhh~? Harder~, harder... I'm gonna break~? I'm really gonna break... but it feels so good~?..."
"Yes! More! Break me, Haruto-kun! I don't care, just don't stop! It feels too good!"
After her climax, Sakura—now regaining some strength—alternated between tears and laughter, desperately craving Haruto's attention. Her once serene and elegant face was now brimming with seduction, her entire being utterly filled by his massive presence, pushing her burning desire to its absolute limit.
She was a creature of pure sensation, her world narrowed down to the points where their bodies connected. Every thought had been fucked clean out of her head, replaced only by a desperate need for more of him.
"Haruto-kun is amazing... So deep ahhh~? I'm going to melt... Ahhh I can't take it anymore.... Mmm ahhh~!"
"You're hitting so deep... I can feel you in my womb... Ah! I'm melting around you!"
Sakura moaned incessantly as Haruto thrust in and out for over ten more minutes before pulling her into his embrace. Holding her exquisite body close, he gave one final powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. His scorching, rigid member swelled even thicker before pulsating at her entrance, releasing streams of thick, burning essence deep inside.
The feeling of his release, the hot, liquid proof of his passion flooding her deepest reaches, was the final trigger. It was a claiming, a branding, and it shattered what little composure she had left.
"Ahhh... It's inside?... So much... So hot... Feels so good~ Mmm ahhh~"
"You're filling me up... it's so hot... I can feel it pumping inside me... Mmm, it's incredible..."
Haruto cupped her delicate face and kissed Sakura's cherry lips again, their tongues entwining passionately as they lost themselves in the deep, wet exchange.
The kiss was a languid, possessive seal on their union, a sharing of the breathless aftermath. He could taste the faint salt of her tears of overstimulation on his tongue.
"Mmm~ Haruto-kun..."
When their lips parted, Sakura gasped breathlessly, her usual composed demeanor completely shattered. She gazed at Haruto with tender affection.
"Sakura-senpai..."
"Just call me Sakura... Can I call you by your name too?"
Haruto kissed her smooth forehead. "Of course. But I'd rather hear you call me 'darling.'"
Sakura stared at him adoringly, her beautiful eyes brimming with uncontainable desire.
"Anata~~ (Darling, hubby)~"
Hearing that intimate term from her lips, seeing the raw, vulnerable affection in her eyes, made his heart clench and his spent body stir with renewed interest.
"Sakura-chan..."
Haruto immediately captured her lips again, and Sakura eagerly met him, their tongues dancing in another heated kiss.
After a long moment, Haruto's hands wandered to her plump, snow-white breasts, kneading them greedily. The sight of Sakura's alluring figure made his arousal surge again.
His manhood, which had softened slightly inside her, began to thicken and lengthen once more, pressing against her sensitive, well-used walls, a promise of another round.
"Sakura-senpai... Can we keep going?"
Haruto still found calling her "senpai" more natural—it carried the thrill of conquering his upperclassman. Even after their intimacy, he stuck to the familiar title.
Sakura gave him a sultry look before rising, her flawless, porcelain skin fully on display. She gently pushed his shoulder.
"Stay still... This time, I'll move."
A spark of challenge and excitement lit in her eyes. She wanted to please him, to take control and show him how much he had awakened within her.
Haruto lay back as Sakura straddled him, her slender legs framing his hips. His hardened length pressed against her damp entrance.
She guided him to her entrance, the tip slick with their combined essences. The feeling of her taking him, of her own volition, was intensely erotic.
The violet-haired, big-breasted beauty bit her lip as she slowly lowered herself, her tight warmth sheathing his thick length until he was fully buried inside.
"Mmm ahh~"
"Ah! So deep... you feel even bigger like this..."
With a seductive moan, Sakura leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Haruto's neck while her ample breasts pressed against his chest.
After adjusting, her full hips began rising and falling rhythmically, taking him in deeply with each motion. Sakura's slick heat worked to satisfy Haruto's desires.
She moved with a growing confidence, finding a rhythm that made her gasp and clench around him. The view was spectacular—her flushed face, her bouncing breasts, the sight of their joining from this angle was driving him wild.
"Mmm... Uhhhn..."
Haruto cupped her delicate face and kissed her again, their lips melding passionately.
Sakura nearly lost her breath from the intensity, but the suffocating pleasure only heightened her arousal. Her inner walls clenched tighter around him.
Her inner muscles fluttered and squeezed him in a desperate, rhythmic pulse, a clear sign she was teetering on the edge once more.
After dozens of rapid bounces, Sakura tensed, her toes curling as her velvety walls spasmed around him.
She buried her face in his neck, her cries muffled as her body seized up, her hips stuttering against his as she was swept away by her climax.
Haruto enjoyed the all-encompassing embrace for a moment, but when no further movement came, he chuckled helplessly.
She was utterly spent, her body going limp atop his, her inner walls still gently pulsating around his hardness.
Holding Sakura close, he rolled them over on the soft bed, keeping them connected as he took control once more.
The movement shifted him even deeper inside her spent body, drawing a weak, overwhelmed whimper from her lips.
Haruto gripped Sakura's thighs, pressing them forward until her small feet were nearly parallel with her head.
This new position exposed her most intimate parts completely, allowing him to watch every inch of his penetration, the swollen, sensitive flesh glistening and pink.
A storm of thrusts followed, each time pulling back until only the tip of his length remained inside her delicate folds before plunging back in fully, slamming ruthlessly against her tender depths.
The pace was brutal, unforgiving. Each thrust was a deliberate assault on her oversensitive nerves, designed to push her past her limits.
Her pretty petals flipped in and out with each stroke, ample slickness splashing out, drenching the tangled hair between them.
Sakura's untouched gate could hardly endure such ravaging—her eyes rolled back, drool spilling as her hands clutched Haruto's shoulders desperately.
She was mindless, reduced to a vessel of pure pleasure and pain, her body arching and bucking against his in a primal rhythm.
Though waves of pleasure surged from her core, the sudden shift from her gentle lover to this wild intensity left her struggling to adjust.
"Ah… ah… ah… darling… s-softer… please… ah… ah…"
"It's too much... you're too deep... please, have mercy... ah!"
After several minutes of relentless pace, Haruto finally eased, lowering her legs and slowing his movements.
He smoothed a hand over her trembling thigh, his touch gentling as he felt her body begin to adjust to the fierce rhythm, the initial shock melting back into a rising tide of pleasure.
One hand cradled Sakura's firm backside while the other caressed her slightly damp, lavender-tinged silken hair.
"Senpai, you're too adorable… You squeezed me so well, I couldn't hold back."
Murmuring sweetly, he kissed her soft lips.
"Mmm…"
Sakura was just unaccustomed—after all, she had only just lost her innocence. In truth, she rather enjoyed the feeling of being utterly dominated.
A fresh wave of heat pooled in her belly at his words and the possessive caress. She did love the feeling of him losing control because of her.
Even as he spoke, his length never stilled, continuing its rhythm within her.
His movements were now deep, rolling thrusts that rubbed against a spot deep inside her that made her toes curl, building a new, slower but more profound climax.
As the fiery dragon thrust deeper, Sakura suddenly clung to Haruto wildly, her hips jerking forward against his pelvis before convulsing violently.
"Ah… darling? I… I'm… cumming… cumminggg…!"
"I'm coming again! I'm coming for you, darling! Ahhh!"
The sword-wielding, buxom beauty's slickness gushed out, splashing against his sensitive tip.
Her climax was a torrent, her inner walls clamping down on him in a series of violent, irresistible spasms that milked him relentlessly.
Haruto no longer held back either. His swollen length pulsed at its limit, firing thick bursts of essence like bullets into her depths.
With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and surrendered, his own release triggered by the intense, convulsing grip of her core. He pumped his seed into her, marking her as his once more.
"Ngh—ahhh~~~"
Before her first climax even faded, the scorching heat of his release inside her triggered a second, leaving the newly deflowered Sakura weeping with overwhelming pleasure.
The sensation was too intense, a continuous, rolling wave of pleasure-pain that left her sobbing and clutching at him, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Silence returned, broken only by the heavy breaths of the entwined lovers.
On the wide, soft bed, their naked bodies remained embraced.
They lay tangled together, slick with sweat, their heartbeats slowly returning to normal. The room was filled with the heavy, musky scent of their lovemaking.
Haruto squeezed Sakura's plush backside. "Senpai… did it feel good?"
"Mhm."
Post-passion, the swordswoman reverted to her usual shyness, her flushed face nuzzling against his chest.
"As much as I'd love to continue, we should settle the important matter first."
He kissed her cheek gently. "Senpai, do you wish to continue pursuing martial arts… or study magic and step into the supernatural world anew?"
Sakura had already learned of magic and martial arts from both the Takamine sisters and her father, and she had long decided her path.
"I want to keep practicing swordsmanship. Not just because of my family's legacy… I truly love it myself."
She met his gaze earnestly. "Besides, I might not even have talent for magic."
Haruto nodded. That much was true—just moments ago, he had completed the previously fragmented [Sword Heart (Beginner)] for her.
With such talent, Sakura should undoubtedly continue persevering on the path of kendo.
"But you're still quite far from manifesting 'Qi'..."
Haruto pondered for a moment before reaching out to touch the girl's slightly rounded belly.
"Here's what we'll do—try digesting this energy first and see how much you improve."
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