Chapter 150: The Lustful Natsuha
"Wait, I'm not at my best right now."
Unwilling to accept defeat, Oga Masaru grabbed the dazed dark-skinned spicy girl and shoved his thing into her small mouth, beginning to thrust in and out.
But as the dark-skinned spicy girl sucked, her eyes remained fixed on little Haruto, infuriating him beyond measure.
Haruto waited patiently for a while. Having reached the Martial God Realm, his body control was nearly perfect, coupled with his innate mastery over his physique—he could control the dragon just as effortlessly.
He wasn't at his peak state yet—with some pressure, he could grow thicker and longer.
But usually, he maintained this level when practicing Dual Cultivation with girls. Forcing Haruto wasn't ideal, and there was no need to force him anyway.
It had been a long time since Haruto encountered a girl who could take the entire dragon without opening her Sacred Flower Palace.
Three minutes later, Haruto sneered, "That's it?"
Oga Masaru clenched his fists tightly, then released them.
He hung his head and said weakly, "I lost."
Having his proudest skill easily defeated by Haruto, especially in this context, felt like a denial of his very existence as a Blondie.
Just then, the Dark-skinned Spicy Girl eagerly approached Haruto, lifting her short skirt as she said, "Haruto-kun, it must be uncomfortable being so hard. Should I help you relieve it first?"
Haruto decisively rejected the Dark-skinned Spicy Girl's "kind offer," tucking the giant dragon back into his pants.
"Alright, since you provided me with information, I'll make your death quick."
As soon as the words fell, before Oga Masaru could grasp their meaning, his consciousness plunged into darkness, never to awaken again.
Watching her "boyfriend" collapse, the Dark-skinned Spicy Girl gasped in shock. Just as she was about to scream, she followed in Oga Masaru's footsteps moments later.
Unlike Oga Masaru, she would likely regain consciousness after Haruto left, but all memories of Haruto would be completely erased from her mind.
After disposing of Oga Masaru's body with his pale flames, Haruto stroked his chin in contemplation.
Oga Masaru was likely among the top-tier of Blondies, far exceeding the average size of ordinary men.
Visually estimated at about twenty centimeters in length, with a diameter of six to seven centimeters, and decent hardness—against ordinary women, it might not "open the palace," but it could certainly reach the cervix.
But that was all. If this was the standard for Blondies, Haruto had already surpassed them in this aspect.
Currently, Haruto measured twenty-six centimeters in length, with a diameter of about five to six centimeters. The dragon's head, as large as a goose egg, was no joke, and the shaft was truly as thick as a child's arm.
He wondered if the dragon would continue to grow as his strength increased. If it kept growing, Haruto would really need to find a way to control its size.
Other races were fine—their physical constitutions could handle it.
But ordinary humans, especially untouched maidens, would likely faint from fright at the mere sight.
Still, that was a concern for the future. The immediate priority was to devour Natsuha.
"Natsuha, would you like to come to my place?"
Returning to the bus stop, Haruto spoke while discreetly dispelling the small Barrier.
Natsuha's heart skipped a beat, vaguely sensing Haruto's intentions—he was even planning to skip the dating process...
But she wasn't unhappy. Instead, she subconsciously rubbed her full, slender legs together before nodding gently.
"Okay... But what about Oga and that girl? I don't see them."
"Oh, that guy was so crushed by me, he left in despair. He even mentioned transferring schools. As for that spicy girl, I turned down her hookup request, so she naturally didn't stick around."
Seeing Haruto's seemingly genuine words, Natsuha blinked her dewy, beautiful eyes, feeling even more anticipation for what was to come.
To flirt with her, Oga Masaru had often boasted about his "little brother." Though she'd only heard about it, it was probably not far from the truth.
If even a well-endowed guy like Oga Masaru was so devastated he wanted to transfer schools, and his girlfriend took one look and proactively offered a hookup...
As these thoughts crossed her mind, Natsuha couldn't help but glance at Haruto's crotch.
Even through his pants, the prominent bulge was unmistakable...
Something that big must feel incredible...
"Natsuha, you're so lewd. Can't wait anymore?"
Noticing Natsuha staring intently at his lower half, Haruto simply wrapped an arm around her slender waist, nibbling on her rosy, glistening earlobe as he whispered.
Natsuha's breath hitched, her voluptuous body trembling as a blush spread across her cheeks, her cotton panties thoroughly soaked.
Such an exaggerated display was something even Haruto, a seasoned H-game protagonist, had never witnessed—especially from someone who remained an untouched, pure virgin.
Natsuha barely managed to stay upright by leaning against Haruto. After weathering a minor climax, she lowered her head and shyly murmured, "I... saw on TV that bigger means more pleasure... so..."
Haruto didn't respond. Instead, he wrapped his arm around her, hailed a taxi, and rushed home at top speed.
Unlike ordinary dark-skinned spicy girls, young Haruto had no intention of holding back when faced with a fair-skinned, tender, and buxom beauty.
If not for the fact that Natsuha was a first-timer, he would have dragged her into the nearby grove, erected a barrier, and taken her right then and there.
It wasn't that he was impatient—it was just that Natsuha was too lewd. The combination of innocence and promiscuity was unusually arousing.
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In the master bedroom of the Takamine residence, Natsuha, clad only in a bath towel, actively embraced Haruto.
The air in the room was still thick with the steam from their shared bath, carrying the faint, clean scents of soap and shampoo. Their skin, flushed and warm from the hot water, pressed together, the thin barrier of the towel doing little to mute the sensation of her softness against his chest.
Fresh from their bath, the warmth still clung to their bodies. At that moment, Natsuha initiated a kiss with Haruto.
It was not a timid peck, but a deep, hungry kiss, her lips parting to invite his tongue. A soft, muffled sound of pleasure escaped her as their mouths moved together, her fingers tangling in his damp hair to pull him closer.
After offering her first kiss, the girl gradually descended lower, eventually reaching his lower half. She reached out, grasped his erect member, gave it a few gentle strokes, and then parted her lips to take him into her mouth.
Her small, soft hand wrapped around the base of his thick, throbbing cock, her fingers barely meeting. She leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive head before her pink lips parted and she took him into the wet, welcoming heat of her mouth.
Watching his shaft move in and out of the buxom purple-haired girl's mouth, Haruto let out a muffled groan of pleasure. Even after multiple experiences, the sensation of her mouth felt incredibly satisfying.
The visual was intoxicating. With each bob of her head, a few strands of her lavender hair brushed against his thighs, a delicate contrast to the intense, sensual act she was performing. A faint, slick sound accompanied her movements, a lewd testament to her efforts.
Even though Natsuha's oral skills were far from refined, the pleasure was still overwhelming.
Her inexperience showed in the occasional scrape of a tooth, but her enthusiasm more than made up for it. She was eager to please, to taste him, to learn what made him gasp and tighten his grip in her hair.
The winter night fell swiftly, and he couldn't help but glance downward.
The room was dark, save for the silver light of the moon. It painted her skin in shades of pearl and shadow, highlighting the curve of her spine and the generous swell of her hips as she knelt between his legs.
By the hazy moonlight filtering through the window, Haruto clearly saw a girl crouched over him, her head buried near his abdomen, with his member deep inside her mouth.
He could see her cheeks hollowed with the effort of her suction, her throat working to accommodate his length. A string of saliva glistened, connecting her lips to his shaft, and the sight was so profoundly erotic it made his breath catch.
Gazing at the girl's curvaceous body and savoring the slippery, teasing caress of her tongue, Haruto felt an irresistible surge of desire.
His own need was becoming a palpable ache, a tight coil of heat in his gut. He watched her, this beautiful girl so devoted to his pleasure, and a possessive, lustful thought rose to the surface.
"Natsuha, you really are a nympho. Do you want my cock that badly?"
"Mmmph... I do, Haruto-kun," she managed to moan around his length, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through him. "I love the taste of you... the feeling of you filling my mouth... it makes me so wet."
Hearing Haruto's words, Natsuha felt a wave of embarrassment, but her body's urges prevailed. She continued to lick and suck Haruto's massive shaft until her crouching legs grew numb, forcing her to release him.
She pulled back with a soft, wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. She panted lightly, her own arousal now a dull, persistent throb between her legs, a direct response to the taste and scent of him that now saturated her senses.
The bath towel had long since slipped off unnoticed. Haruto helped the completely naked Natsuha to her feet, his large hands roaming over her smooth, pale skin for a moment before guiding her to lie down on the spacious, soft bed.
His palms slid from the delicate wings of her shoulder blades, down the dip of her waist, and over the dramatic, silken curves of her hips. She trembled under his touch, every nerve ending alight.
Natsuha was already burning with desire. She eagerly pressed her full, rounded buttocks toward Haruto, then straddled his head, parting her legs to bring her thoroughly drenched, pink blossom to his lips.
The scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, filled the air around him. Her inner thighs were already slick with her honey, and her most intimate flesh was swollen and flushed a deep, inviting pink, glistening in the moonlight.
"Ha... Haruto, I'm so itchy... I really want it."
"Please," she begged, her voice a high, desperate whimper. "My pussy is aching for your tongue. Please, lick me."
Haruto smiled faintly, using his fingers to part her slick petals and confirm she was indeed a fresh, untouched flower. Then, he extended his tongue and began to lap at her delicate, delectable blossom.
His first, flat stroke from her perineum to her throbbing clit made her entire body jolt. He could feel the delicate, virginal tightness of her entrance, but focused his attention on her sensitive bud, circling it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it gently into his mouth.
Natsuha moaned incessantly from the pleasure. To repay Haruto for the ecstasy he was giving her, she once again took his massive shaft into her mouth, sucking vigorously while her hand stroked the portion she couldn't fit inside.
A symphony of lewd, wet sounds filled the room—the slick lapping of his tongue against her cunt, the hungry, gagging sounds of her taking his cock deep into her throat. The bed creaked softly with their movements.
It was her first true intimate encounter, and pent-up desire had left her unable to last long. Under Haruto's skilled tongue, she quickly reached climax, letting out a plaintive, delicate cry as her body convulsed violently several times.
"Haaaah! Haruto! I'm— I'm cumming!" she screamed, her back arching violently. Her thighs clamped around his head as waves of unbearable pleasure wracked her small frame.
Then, a large gush of sweet love juice surged out from her tender, bun-like pussy, all of which Haruto drank down like a beverage.
He drank deeply from her, savoring the tangy, unique flavor of her orgasm as it flooded his mouth. It was more than he expected, and it trickled down his chin, a testament to the intensity of her release.
Natsuha lay limply on top of Haruto, her small hand still tightly gripping little Haruto, though she no longer had the strength to take him into her mouth. After going at it for so long, her hands and mouth were both a bit tired.
She nuzzled her face into his neck, her breath coming in hot, ragged pants against his skin. Her entire body felt boneless, humming with the aftershocks of her climax.
Haruto sat up, cradling the girl's overly voluptuous body in his arms, and whispered softly in her ear.
"Did it feel good?"
"It was... incredible," she breathed, her voice husky. "I've never felt anything like that. My whole body... it just melted."
"Mhm."
Natsuha nodded vigorously.
"Haruto, do me one more time, please? I love this feeling so much."
Haruto laughed. "You really are a nympho, aren't you? It's your first time, yet you're already this lewd."
"You make me this way," she murmured, biting her lip as she ground her still-throbbing core against his hip. "Just looking at you makes me feel empty inside. I need more."
Natsuha seemed to understand that Haruto liked it when she acted like a slut, so she played along with a coquettish laugh.
"Yes, I'm so itchy down there. Won't you satisfy her just once?"
As she spoke, she slipped out of Haruto's embrace and sat to the side, spreading her legs wide to fully expose her plump, swollen, pink flower valley right in front of him. She even used her small hands to gently part her large petals, speaking in an extremely seductive voice.
Her pussy lips, glistening and slightly parted, pulsed with her heartbeat. The tiny, rosebud entrance he had tasted moments ago winked at him, begging to be filled. She traced a finger around the sensitive opening, moaning softly.
"Haruto-sama, I feel so empty inside. Please hurry and take me."
"I need your big, hard cock inside me," she pleaded, her eyes dark with lust. "Please, fill up my hungry little pussy. I can't wait any longer."