Chapter 126: Ultra-Thin Black Stockings
Understanding the cause and effect, Haruto already had a rough plan in mind; all that was missing was the right opportunity.
The warmth of the water was nothing compared to the heat building between them. He could feel the soft, yielding flesh of Mittelt pressed against him, a tantalizing contrast to the steamy air.
He shuddered as the dragon released a milky white, scorching breath, filling Mittelt's mouth until it bulged.
He shuddered as his cock released a thick, scorching load, filling Mittelt's mouth until her cheeks bulged.
A thick, pearly strand escaped her lips, tracing a path down her chin. She struggled to contain the generous offering, her throat working as she tried to swallow.
"Earlier, Yuuma-chan mentioned that the higher-ups sent you to investigate a dangerous Sacred Gear. How's that progressing?"
His voice was a low rumble, a stark contrast to the lewd scene playing out before him. His fingers traced idle patterns on her damp back, feeling the delicate shift of her shoulder blades.
"This new mission we received is..."
"Wait." The fang-toothed loli swallowed the last of his cum, rubbing her sore jaw.
A soft, wet pop echoed in the tiled room as she pulled away, catching her breath. Her eyes, glazed with a mix of effort and arousal, met his.
"Let me explain this one. Warna, you come over here; my mouth is sore." Haruto couldn't help but complain, 'You're A-rank, and your mouth gets sore from just this?" Who are you trying to fool?"
Mittelt stopped rubbing her cheeks and revealed a dangerous smile, her sharp little fangs glinting coldly under the bathroom light.
Her gaze drifted downwards, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she eyed his still-throbbing length.
She looked at his still-hard cock with an eager expression.
A soft, hungry sound escaped her throat. She licked her lips, as if tasting a remnant of his essence, her entire body thrumming with anticipation.
Although confident that little Haruto wouldn't be injured as long as Mittelt didn't use magic, the sight of those incredibly sharp little fangs made Haruto think it was better not to test that theory.
He could almost feel the delicate, perilous pressure of those fangs against his most sensitive skin. The risk was a potent aphrodisiac, but self-preservation won out—for now.
He straightened up, grabbed the tsundere loli by her slender waist, and lifted her into his arms.
Her surprised squeal was muffled against his chest. Her small, pert breasts flattened against his skin, and her damp thighs instinctively wrapped around his hips, settling him into the warm, soft cradle of her body.
"Warna, could you take over the cleaning from here?"
"Mm."
Kalawarna didn't linger over sucking him off, as Amano Yuuma was still waiting outside—there was no time to waste.
She moved with a fluid grace, her cool demeanor a facade that was rapidly crumbling. The sight of Haruto, wet and powerfully built, holding a pliant and breathless Mittelt, sent a jolt of pure heat straight to her core.
The blue-haired, busty older sister maintained a cold and serious expression as she washed Haruto's back, though the faint blush spreading across her fair skin betrayed that her inner feelings weren't as composed as they appeared.
Her slick, soapy hands slid over the hard planes of his back, kneading the muscles with a firm, knowing touch. The tips of her fingers traced the line of his spine downwards, each pass bringing her closer to the firm, rounded curves of his buttocks.
Haruto held Mittelt in his arms, the two washing each other while discussing their mission.
His hands, slick with soap, glided over the swell of Mittelt's hips and the small of her back, while she reciprocated by rubbing her palms over his chest, her nails lightly scraping his nipples.
"Haruto, you seem really focused on that so-called dangerous Sacred Gear?" Mittelt asked curiously.
"Call me Master."
Haruto gave her pert, round ass a sharp slap, producing a crisp smack.
The sound was loud in the steamy room, followed by the immediate reddening of her pale skin. A shiver of pleasure-pain wracked her small frame, and she pushed her hips back into his hand, begging for more.
Though he'd grown accustomed to the name Haruto, with those close to him, he preferred they use his given name or a term of endearment rather than his surname.
"Mmph... Okay, Master~"
The blonde tsundere loli was already quite well-trained; a playful touch to her sensitive bottom drew out a soft moan before she obediently nestled into Haruto's embrace.
She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her hot breath puffing against his skin. The movement made her nipples, hard as little pebbles, drag across his chest.
"I'm focused on that dangerous Sacred Gear because I want it."
Gently stroking the girl's delicate skin, Haruto explained slowly, "So-called dangerous Sacred Gears only pose a threat to others once they're in your hands."
His hand drifted from her back to her front, his fingers skimming the underside of her breast before cupping its full weight. His thumb brushed over the taut peak, eliciting a sharp, shuddering gasp from her.
"Are you preparing that ritual to seize this Sacred Gear?"
Haruto couldn't yet confirm whether this Sacred Gear was the Longinus known as the Boosted Gear, nor did he know how to explain it, so he settled on an excuse.
"Originally, I was looking for a powerful Sacred Gear that suited me, but without a way to detect them, and with your side having intel on a strong one, I decided it might as well be this one."
"Mmm... Hn..."
Once her curiosity was satisfied, Mittelt panted softly and said, "Then you're really lucky. After we turn in the mission item, the new assignment from above is intel related to that dangerous Sacred Gear."
Her words were broken by soft, breathy moans as his fingers found their way between her legs, stroking through the wetness that had nothing to do with the shower.
"What intel?"
Thrilled by the news, Haruto's fingers rubbing her clit grew more vigorous, making the tsundere loli gasp and moan uncontrollably.
He applied a delicious, circling pressure, his touch knowing and relentless. Her body arched against his, her inner muscles fluttering around nothing, desperate to be filled.
"Uu... Hn... Master, be gentler~"
Mittelt cooed, "Only Lady Raynare knows the specific details. If you want to know, you'll have to ask her yourself."
Her plea was a contradiction; even as she asked for gentleness, she ground her hips against his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything he was giving her.
"All this time, and you actually know nothing."
Haruto pinched her nipples with some annoyance and said, "Alright, get down now. Remember to rinse your mouth well, or I won't kiss you later."
He gave the hardened peaks a final, sharp tweak, sending another jolt of sensation through her, before helping her unsteady feet find the shower floor.
Mittelt turned on the showerhead and grumbled, "I know~ It's your own stuff, and you still complain about it."
She stuck her tongue out, theatrically rinsing her mouth under the spray, but her eyes held a sultry promise that she was far from finished.
Haruto turned to help Kalawarna wash up, ignoring the tsundere loli's complaints.
His attention shifted to the taller woman, his hands now roaming over her generous curves, soaping her full breasts and the long, elegant line of her back. He could feel the frantic beat of her heart under his palm.
He silently resolved to have Mittelt taste her own juices from his fingers during their next fucking session, just to see if she'd still find it distasteful.
A dark, possessive thrill went through him at the thought. He watched Kalawarna's composure break as his fingers dipped between her thighs from behind, and knew that the real engagement for the night was only just beginning.
...
After washing off the sweat and grime from the battle, Haruto brought Kalawarna and Mittelt to Amano Yuuma's bedroom.
By the time the three entered, Amano Yuuma was already waiting on the bed.
She had changed into a semi-transparent lace lingerie set designed to accelerate dual cultivation, paired with ultra-sheer black stockings. Her ample breasts swelled prominently, arching into a delightful curve, with her fair cleavage visible through the black, semi-transparent lace, making her all the more enticing.
Following the curve of her ribs, her slender waist was delicate enough to be held in one hand, with a flat abdomen devoid of any excess fat. As the line descended to her lower back, her beautiful physique expanded once more, forming two plump and smooth rounded buttocks that strained tightly against the transparent panties Amano Yuuma wore.
Her already perfectly shaped, rounded, and slender legs, encased in black stockings, exuded a sense of fullness and softness. Her petite, delicate feet moved playfully, with pearl-like pink toes occasionally tugging at the stockings, making it impossible for Haruto to look away.
It seemed that not only the blue-haired older sister but also Amano Yuuma had firmly remembered the preferences Haruto had openly admitted last time.
"Yuuma-chan, you're so good at this. I love it so much."
Haruto eagerly threw himself onto her alluring figure, capturing her soft pink lips with his mouth and losing himself in passionate kisses.
A moment later, Amano Yuuma, breathless from the kissing, pushed him away. "Don't... don't overthink it."
Haruto caressed the smooth, delicate black stockings. "Overthink what?"
Under his intense gaze, Amano Yuuma grew shy and couldn't help but turn her head away, pretending to be calm as she said, "I didn't wear this for you. I... I just wanted to make our training more efficient."
"Yuuma-chan, one tsundere like Rute is enough. This style doesn't suit you."
Looking at the beautiful girl before him with her long black hair, stunning legs, and ample chest, Haruto decided to set aside the matter of the Sacred Gear for now.
Without giving Amano Yuuma a chance to speak, he kissed her tempting red lips again, then lifted her two rounded, slender legs and pressed them together. Little Haruto slid directly between those plump, soft thighs.
Feeling the dragon enveloped by the soft, elastic flesh of Amano Yuuma's black-stockinged legs, Haruto couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure.
He raised Amano Yuuma's beautiful black-stockinged legs, knelt on the bed, and began thrusting his hips, treating the girl's two black-stockinged legs as a honeyed passage, thrusting vigorously.
Compared to the tight, wet, and slippery flower valley, the sensation of her black-stockinged legs was no less exquisite—rounded and slender yet firm, with leg muscles that were soft yet resilient, enhanced by the high-quality, ultra-thin black stockings. The physical pleasure and visual impact excited Haruto immensely.
Merely pleasing Haruto made Amano Yuuma feel somewhat restrained. Her plump, alluring black-stockinged legs occasionally twitched, inadvertently providing the dragon with a unique, tightening and releasing pleasure, as if indirectly helping to rub and stroke it.
Following his instincts, Haruto held Amano Yuuma's black-stockinged legs, thrusting his hips while caressing her exquisite feet.
The dragon moved in and out between her soft, smooth, and plump thighs, its large purplish-red head occasionally emerging from between her rounded, slender legs, smearing the sticky fluid produced by excitement onto Amano Yuuma's pink flower valley and pale abdomen.
The smooth texture of the high-quality black stockings, the soft delicacy of the girl's thigh flesh, and the psychological thrill soon made Haruto feel a tingling sensation in his lower back.
"Yuuma-chan... I'm about to come... I want to do it like this..."
Watching the heated dragon frantically rubbing against her thighs, Amano Yuuma's face flushed bright red. "Pervert... do you really love my legs that much..."
After mocking Haruto, she let out a low hum and tightly clenched her legs. "Since you like it so much... I'll allow you to do it once..."
With Amano Yuuma's active cooperation, Haruto could no longer hold back. With a low growl, he released his thick, scorching essence into the black-stockinged leg crevice.
Perhaps due to excessive excitement, the dragon's breath this time was unusually prolonged. Copious amounts of milky-white essence splattered out, leaving traces all over Amano Yuuma's body.
Because the dragon's head was aimed directly at her, her innocent yet alluring face, plump breasts, smooth abdomen, and delicate pink valley became the most heavily affected areas.
Feeling the essence sprayed across every part of her body, Amano Yuuma trembled slightly. Her delicate face grew even more flushed, almost as if it were about to drip blood.
She slowly removed her underwear and stockings, now filled with white fluid. "Alright, it's time to focus on cultivation now."
This statement was tantamount to admitting that her previous actions were driven by desire, but Haruto, having already benefited, naturally wouldn't deliberately expose her.
"Good. I just reached S-rank a few days ago. With our cultivation later, you should be able to gain significant improvements."