Chapter 154: Next
Feeling Haruto's dominance and vigor, Natsuha couldn't help but surrender inwardly, a fragile willingness rising within her. She trembled and moaned, "Yes, Haruto-sama, I, Natsuha, am forever yours. Do with me as you wish!"
The last vestiges of her resistance melted away under his demanding touch, her body arching of its own volition to meet his powerful strokes. Pleased by her obedient submission, Haruto gripped her snow-white, full jade-like breasts and thrust rapidly, his lower abdomen pounding heavily against her pale, plump buttocks, sending dizzying waves rippling across them.
"So big and deep! You're splitting me in half! Good brother, good Master, you're going to kill me!"
Natsuha weakly rested her head on the pillow, enveloped by sharp pain and tingling numbness. She alternated between moans and sighs, sometimes murmuring softly as if confiding, other times muttering to herself.
Her world had narrowed to the feeling of him filling her completely, the friction sparking a fire that threatened to consume her very soul. As Haruto thrust, he occasionally struck her fair jade-like buttocks with his hand, turning them fiery red, the space between her thighs now resembling a swamp.
"Ah, Haruto-sama, harder! Don't hold back, please! I can take it!"
Natsuha moaned incoherently, her hands clutching the sheets tightly.
The room echoed with the slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh, mingled with heavy panting from both man and woman. The air was thick with the mysterious scent of their sex hormones.
The musky, primal aroma of their coupling hung heavy in the room, a potent testament to their raw, unfiltered passion. The great dragon's thrusts grew increasingly fierce, the battle nearing its climax as Natsuha and Haruto raced together toward the peak.
Suddenly, an intense wave of pleasure surged through Haruto. He pressed one hand against the maiden's head, the other supporting her slender waist, thrusting forcefully several times before a shiver ran down his spine. His enormity swelled violently.
He could feel the tight, wet heat of her climax milking him, urging him to spill his very essence deep within her. Sensing the change in Haruto, Natsuha desperately arched her hips, moaning incoherently, "Master?... Brother?... Anata?... Come inside me, give me everything! Fill my womb with your seed! If I get pregnant, I'll gladly bear your child!"
Haruto leaned over her smooth, delicate pink back as his volcano erupted, spewing waves of scalding magma. At the same time, he nibbled on her glistening, crimson earlobe.
"I've given you everything, all released inside your womb! Take every last drop of me!"
Her sensitive core drenched, Natsuha trembled uncontrollably, collapsing weakly onto the bed. Even after the great dragon ceased its eruption, her eyes remained dazed, savoring the lingering aftershocks of her climax.
A profound sense of completion and possession washed over her, the heat of his release spreading through her core and marking her as his in the most intimate way possible.
After this, the buxom beauty, new to such experiences, truly could endure no further assaults. But Haruto was far from satisfied.
The sight of her, thoroughly claimed and glistening with their shared passion, only stoked the embers of his desire back into a roaring flame. Like a child who had just received a new toy, he continuously experimented with new ways to use it, coating every inch of Natsuha's skin in a milky white hue.
The tender chrysanthemum, her perfectly rounded and slender legs, the soft enormity of her breasts, her delicate pale hands, the sensual curve of her small feet, the warm moistness of her mouth, even her smooth lavender hair—Haruto left no part untouched, thoroughly molding Natsuha into his own shape from head to toe.
He explored every curve and hollow, worshipping her body with his hands, his mouth, and his manhood, ensuring she understood that no part of her was beyond his claim. Since this form of intimacy posed no risk to her body, Haruto continued without restraint until the busty beauty had climaxed for the fourth time. Feeling a tingling sensation at the dragon's eye and its sudden swelling, he quickly withdrew the massive dragon from between her thighs and brought it to her flushed lips.
Without the slightest hesitation, Natsuha opened her small mouth and enveloped the enlarged dragon head, allowing Haruto to release everything into her mouth.
She welcomed him eagerly, her tongue dancing across the sensitive tip as she took him deep into her throat, determined to accept this final, intimate offering.
Even after swallowing the hot, sticky essence, the busty beauty didn't let go, continuing to suck for a long while until she had extracted every last drop of remaining seed.
She drank him down like a woman dying of thirst, savoring the taste of him on her tongue, a final, potent symbol of her submission.
As the intense battle subsided, deep night had fallen. Haruto stroked the smooth lavender hair, contentedly embracing Natsuha's tender body as he gradually drifted into sleep.
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The next morning, Haruto woke up refreshed and invigorated. After washing up and finishing the breakfast prepared by Sayuri, he prepared to leave for school while Natsuha remained deep in slumber.
The previous day's intense encounter had not only drained much of her physical strength and energy but had also left her voluptuous body sore all over from Haruto's thorough handling.
Despite the restorative effects of the essence energy, Natsuha was just an ordinary person who hadn't yet mastered magical power. A few hours weren't sufficient for complete recovery.
Haruto didn't wake her, letting her continue sleeping in the bedroom. He instructed Kasumi to explain matters of the supernatural world to her when she awoke, teach her how to harness magical power, and incidentally recruit her into their organization.
Natsuha lived alone, her mother being on an extended business trip, which conveniently meant Haruto only needed to request leave from school on her behalf.
The teachers at private Kuoh Academy had grown accustomed to Haruto requesting leave for female students. After a full academic year, no teacher would give him trouble over such matters.
Although Haruto and Rias's relationship wasn't publicly acknowledged, the teachers were more informed than the students. Even the most straightforward teacher knew about the ambiguous relationship between Rias and Haruto, and more importantly, that Rias could direct the school's board of directors.
Upon arriving at school, Haruto's first order of business was to visit the Occult Research Club to inform Rias about Oga Masaru's "disappearance."
Rias merely nodded faintly, "I'll send someone to handle the aftermath. But you—haven't you been a bit too active lately? The Miura Corporation incident just concluded not long ago."
Haruto scratched his head helplessly, "It's not like I want this either, but these situations keep finding me. Rather than passively enduring, I thought it better to take the initiative."
Rias was aware of Haruto's recent frustrations with the troublesome delinquents. She didn't care about their deaths in the slightest, but seeing her most powerful servant constantly involved with other women left her feeling somewhat displeased and jealous.
However, having long been aware of Haruto's nature and dual cultivation abilities, no matter how jealous Rias felt, she couldn't reasonably lose her temper—especially since the two hadn't crossed the final boundary yet.
Haruto noticed Rias's subtle discontent and, after a moment's thought, said, "President, it's not all just fun and games for me. I'm also trying to find ways to break through further. I've been stuck at S-rank for quite some time now, with no room left for improvement."
"I can't guide you in martial paths, but if you want to reach SS-rank, you could try purifying your magical power and enhancing your Devil Bloodline. For highest-class Devils, reaching SS-rank is practically guaranteed."
Rias crossed her arms, her full, upright breasts swaying slightly, making Haruto's thoughts wander.
The proud red-haired Devil Princess was immensely satisfied with Haruto's reaction—it proved she still held more charm than those "common beauties."
"I'm still underage, so my bloodline hasn't fully awakened yet. As I continue to mature, my bloodline will naturally grow thicker, and my strength will keep increasing."
Rias tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. "My brother, for example, fully developed his bloodline and easily reached Maou-class strength."
Haruto nodded. "Understood, President. I'll give that approach a try."
Internally, however, he thought: I'm still stuck with an incomplete high-class Devil Bloodline, let alone highest-class or Maou level.
Though he agreed readily, Haruto harbored another doubt. According to Rias, their bloodline talents were inherently powerful—they just needed time to develop. If that were true, the talent he'd copied should work the same way. Could it be that he hadn't managed to copy it completely?
Yes, that seemed highly likely.
As for the intermediate Devil Bloodline talent he'd initially acquired—that came from Tsubaki, who was a Devil reincarnated through Evil Pieces. She likely didn't possess the Sitri family's Devil Bloodline.
Among the few remaining pure-blood Devil families, each bloodline possessed unique characteristics. The most typical example was the Phenex family's bloodline.
Though Devils, they exhibited phoenix-like traits—reportedly due to the fusion of the divine beast's undying bloodline, granting the Phenex family immortality and rebirth through flames.
This alone confirmed the relationship between ancient Devils and modern pure-blood Devils. If the latter hadn't been created by the former, how could such bizarre bloodline talents exist? The divine beast Phoenix would never have consented to unite with Devils to produce offspring.
Leaving the Occult Research Club, Haruto retrieved a leftover pink envelope from his personal spatial inventory. Having already secured Natsuha—who best matched his preferences—he now selected a rather peculiar love letter.
Unlike others, this one bore two signatures.
Saya Sakuramiya and Hinata Sakuramiya were sisters, though not by blood. They became sisters after their two single-parent families merged.
The older sister Saya was the captain of the archery club, while the younger sister Hinata was also a key member. Though called sisters, they were only a few months apart in age, both being first-year students.