Chapter 163: Akane Nanao (Part 2)
Perhaps it was her earlier plea—"Be gentle with me"—that allowed Haruto to glimpse a moment of vulnerability in Akane.
A tremor ran through her as he held her, the last vestiges of her defensive walls crumbling under his touch. The air itself grew thick with the scent of her perfume and the promise of shared sweat.
Faced with such a captivating young girl, he excitedly uttered crude words he would never normally say.
"Just because you're a little handsome... how dare you... get so carried away... Ah..."
His words, crude and direct, sent a fresh wave of heat through her. She felt her own inner muscles clench in response, a traitorous echo to his vulgarity.
"But Akane, why is your waist writhing so intensely?"
Though her words were defiant, the girl's body responded with undeniable honesty to Haruto's movements.
Each roll of her hips was a silent plea for more, a rhythm that betrayed the protests falling from her lips. Her body was speaking a language of pure, unadulterated need.
In that moment, Akane demonstrated perfectly what it meant to protest verbally while yielding physically.
Her tsundere attitude only fueled Haruto's playful desires, making his movements more unrestrained and skillful.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Your body is so much more honest than your mouth, Akane. It's telling me everything you won't."
Under Haruto's experienced techniques, the vibrant, pink-haired beauty had no power to resist, only able to let out fragmented, adorable gasps and moans.
"Nngh... ah... wh-what are you doing to me...?" The moans were ripped from her throat, each one a testament to the pleasure coiling tight in her belly.
Just as Haruto wondered why Akane wasn't retorting this time, he glanced down to find her mouth agape, panting heavily, her body trembling as if struck by electricity.
Her eyes were wide, pupils blown with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. She was teetering on the very edge, her entire world narrowing to the point where their bodies joined.
Before he could process what was happening, he felt little Haruto suddenly grow warm, overwhelmed by a torrent of pure energy surging from within the girl.
A gushing flood of her hot nectar suddenly drenched him, the intimate convulsions of her inner walls milking his length with frantic, involuntary spasms.
"Oh... so hot... Akane... you're already there..."
"I'm... I'm coming!" she cried out, her voice a broken, high-pitched thing as the waves of her climax crashed over her.
Seeing Akane's wide, vacant eyes glazed over during her climax, Haruto excitedly drove his hips forward, using the lubrication of her heated nectar to continue assaulting the pink-haired beauty's sacred palace.
He pistoned into her, each thrust hitting her deepest, most sensitive place, prolonging her orgasm into a seemingly endless cascade of sensation.
"So good! It's too good, Haruto! Don't stop! Please!"
With her tongue slightly protruding, Akane's snow-white cheeks were now fully painted in lewd red. Her soft short hair clung damply to her skin from scented sweat, enveloping her in an aura of pink intoxication.
"Oh... Akane... you're squeezing so tight... I... I'm coming too..."
The tight, fluttering grip of her climaxing pussy was too much to bear. He felt his own release building, a scorching pressure ready to explode.
"Mmm???.. Ah???.."
"Cum inside me! Fill me up!"
Akane could no longer properly respond to Haruto's words, completely lost in the climax of their passionate lovemaking. Her legs actively entwined behind Haruto's shoulders, pressing the tender flesh of her Flower Valley more tightly against his member, fiercely intertwining with the massive Dragon that was wreaking havoc inside her.
She locked her ankles, pulling him impossibly deeper, her body demanding every last drop of his essence.
"Mmm... I'm... coming..."
"I'm coming deep inside your perfect pussy, Akane!"
After dozens of intense thrusts from his hips, Haruto suddenly let out a low growl, his mouth capturing one of Akane's pink, delicate buds while the Dragon below pressed firmly against her flower palace entrance, releasing copious amounts of scorching essence directly into the young beauty's pristine sacred chamber.
A hot, thick flood of his cum erupted into her depths, painting her inner walls white. The feeling of being so completely filled sent another, smaller shockwave of pleasure through her overstimulated body.
The sudden heat of the abundant life essence against her delicate flower palace walls made Akane lose control as well. With a long moan, her body trembled and released a second wave of honeyed nectar...
Her own release mixed with his, a messy, intimate proof of their shared climax that trickled out from their still-joined bodies.
After his release, Haruto began contemplating other ways to play, which also gave the peach-haired, large-breasted beauty experiencing her first time some rest.
His eyes roamed over her spent, glistening form, new, wicked ideas already sparking in his mind. Her body was a playground, and he had only just begun to explore.
Though embarrassed, Akane followed Haruto's instructions and changed into increasingly provocative outfits, using other delicate parts of her sensual body to serve the Dragon.
A blush stained her cheeks, but a newfound curiosity and desire to please thrummed beneath her skin. She found herself wanting to see what other sounds she could draw from him.
"Akane, this outfit suits you perfectly, though it's a bit tight."
The old swimsuit strained against her full, womanly curves, the fabric digging into her soft flesh in a way that was impossibly lewd.
Gazing at the long-legged, large-breasted beauty wearing her middle school swimsuit, Haruto's eyes unconsciously drifted toward the beautiful legs encased in black thigh-high stockings. Particularly those slender, elegant jade feet made the Dragon, already coated in sticky fluids, twitch uncontrollably.
His gaze was a physical weight, hot and heavy, and it made her toes curl within the silken confines of her stockings.
"Of course it's tight - I wore this in middle school. People do grow, you know."
She arched her back slightly, making her chest push even more prominently against the tight fabric, a playful, knowing glint in her eyes.
Noticing Haruto's gaze, the term "foot fetishist" suddenly surfaced in Akane's mind. During some lonely nights, she had secretly learned about certain forbidden knowledge, initially finding the topic of silk-clad feet quite shocking. But now it seemed this knowledge might prove quite useful.
A slow, seductive smile spread across her lips. So, this was his weakness. She could use this. She could make him beg with just her feet.
The peach-haired, long-legged beauty with ample breasts smiled faintly, bringing one warm foot to rub against Haruto's crotch, her five toes pressing together to gently tease his member through the black stockings.
The pressure was light, teasing, but it sent jolts of electricity straight to his core. His cock, which had begun to soften, immediately sprang back to life, straining against the fabric of his pants.
"Akane... do you have sheer black stockings...?"
His voice was already husky with renewed desire, his request a clear admission of his fetish.
The thigh-highs were nice, but for foot play, sheer stockings would be ideal. Since Akane's beautiful legs were quite voluptuous, black would make them appear more slender and sexy.
He imagined the sheer, web-like material stretched taut over the elegant arch of her foot, his cum staining it transparent.
"Haruto... you really are a perverted foot fetishist..."
She said it not with disgust, but with a tone of triumphant discovery, as if she had unlocked a secret cheat code to his pleasure.
The beauty slowly withdrew her foot and turned to search through her wardrobe.
The sway of her hips was a deliberate performance now, each movement calculated to entice him further.
"No more thigh-highs. Are pantyhose okay?"
She held up the single, sheer garment, the black material looking delicate in her hands.
Haruto chuckled without any embarrassment. "That works. Bare feet would be fine too if needed."
"Oh, I know," she purred. "But the pantyhose will make it more fun for you, won't it? Watching them get ruined."
During their earlier back-washing in the bathroom, Haruto had noticed how well-maintained Akane's jade feet were - perfectly suited for other kinds of activities.
He remembered the smooth, soft skin of her soles, the perfect shape of her toes, and knew they would feel like heaven wrapped around him.
"Pervert..."
Her mutter was laced with affection and a thrilling sense of power. She had him exactly where she wanted him.
Akane muttered softly as she changed into black pantyhose, then stepped toward the Dragon from above, making it shake and tremble again.
The sound of the nylon whispering over her skin was the most erotic sound he had ever heard. She stood over him, a goddess offering a very specific sacrament.
Haruto couldn't resist placing a hand on the black pantyhose covering Akane's slender ankle. Akane cooperated with his movements, skillfully rubbing the Dragon's head with her toes.
The sensation was incredible—the slight friction of the nylon, the soft pressure of her toes, the visual of her perfect foot on his throbbing cock.
His member, swollen to its limit, eagerly jumped forward to press against the sole of her beautiful foot.
A drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip, smearing a dark, wet spot onto the sheer black material of her sole.
"Haruto, you seem quite unsatisfied when it comes to my feet."
She applied a bit more pressure with her sole, a slow, grinding motion that made him see stars.
"..."
He could only groan in response, his mind too fogged with pleasure to form words.
Having discovered Haruto's perverted fetish, Akane regained some of her assertive demeanor from when she was the baseball team manager. With a contemptuous smile, she pushed her beautiful foot, clad in black tights, to freely tread upon the dragon that Haruto had presented.
This was a new kind of domination, and she reveled in it. She was in control now, and he was her willing, desperate subject.
At first, she hooked her toes around the dragon's head opening, then used her soft sole to rub all over the dragon's body.
Her sole slid up and down his shaft, from the base to the sensitive head, spreading his own pre-cum as a slick lubricant.
Receiving the service of her warm, beautiful sole's caress, little Haruto began to squirm restlessly against her lovely foot. The dragon's head opening also excitedly opened and closed, trying every way to get more contact with Akane's beautiful toes.
"You're so desperate," she cooed, watching his cock twitch and leak against her foot. "It's kind of cute."
A sizzling friction sound came from the dragon. Akane proactively used her heel to intentionally or unintentionally touch Haruto's still bulging twin spheres a few times.
The gentle, impactful pressure on his balls made his hips buck, a sharp, sweet pain amplifying the pleasure tenfold.
The stimulation rushing straight to his brain made Haruto's excited panting much quicker. A slight coolness came from the dragon's head opening—probably pre-ejaculate had started to secrete.
The clear, sticky fluid now freely dripped, coating her nylon-clad foot in a glossy, lewd sheen.
Akane also noticed the damp sensation at her toes. Slowly, she stopped keeping her five toes together and instead slightly lowered them, separating her big toe from the other four, using the gap between them to clamp Haruto's dragon and continue her service.
The new position created a tight, hot channel for his cock, the nylon-clad toes rubbing and squeezing him with perfect pressure.
"Haruto, do you want to dirty my foot so quickly already?"
Her voice was a teasing lilt, pushing his embarrassment and his arousal to new heights.
"This... is... unavoidable... too excited..."
His words were broken, his body tensing as he fought the urge to climax then and there.
"You really are a pervert who gets excited from being stepped on..."
She increased the pace of her foot, her arch pressing down ruthlessly on the most sensitive part of his shaft.
Akane's words were merciless, as if trying to reclaim the dignity she lost when she was pinned beneath him and thoroughly done before.
And it was working. He felt utterly conquered, owned by the foot of this beautiful, demanding girl.
The long-legged, large-breasted beauty with peach-colored short hair interestingly moved her beautiful foot up and down, pushing against Haruto's dragon that was already exposed to the air.
The slick, rhythmic sound of her nylon-sheathed foot sliding over his slick, hard flesh filled the room.
The continuous excitement made little Haruto release a large amount of clear fluid, which gradually dripped along the shaft's direction onto Akane's beautiful foot that was serving him.
Her foot was now glistening, utterly soiled by his desire, and the sight was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed.
Her delicate foot arch, following its own elegant shape, continuously rubbed the shaft, sending immense pleasure through the nerves straight into Haruto's brain.
Each pass of her sole was a masterstroke, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
"Hiss~ So comfortable..."
He was lost in the sensation, a slave to the foot of his lover.
This was Haruto's first time being actively serviced by a beautiful girl's jade foot. Before, he had always held beautiful feet himself to use—completely incomparable to this level of pleasure, making him involuntarily gasp.
The passive role was a thousand times more intense. All he could do was feel, and the feeling was overwhelming.
Akane's foot technique was actually quite average, but given Haruto's physical constitution, no matter how hard those beautiful feet tried, they couldn't possibly make the dragon feel any pain.
Her inexperience was irrelevant; her willingness and the sheer visual of it all were more than enough.
Thus, Haruto naturally experienced supreme pleasure the entire time.
A steady stream of pleasured grunts and gasps fell from his lips, a symphony conducted by her toes.
"Akane, you're so good at this, even though it was your first time earlier..."
He was praising her, and it fed the fiery confidence within her.
"Hmph, for a foot fetish pervert like you, no matter what I do, you'd find it pleasurable, right?"
She twisted her foot, applying a delicious pressure that made his eyes roll back.
Seizing this opportunity, Akane suddenly accelerated her beautiful foot's arch, pressing down hard on the dragon's body, then the toes clamping the dragon's head began to rotate in circles, making the burgeoning pleasure continuously rush toward the dragon's head opening.
It was a final, relentless assault on his senses, a whirlpool of pleasure dragging him down into the abyss of climax.
"Haruto, do you want to cum on my black tights?"
Her question was the final trigger, whispered like a devil's temptation.
"Want... yes... want..."
He was babbling, his body coiled tight like a spring.
"Truly a pervert. Guessing based on a pervert's mindset wasn't wrong..."
A smirk of pure victory played on her lips.
"Didn't you ask?"
His reply was a strained, desperate plea.
"Then I'll reluctantly allow you to dirty my tights once..."
Her permission was all he needed.
Akane suddenly turned her charming pink-white face toward Haruto and smiled. The seductive expression made him instantly think that no matter what, he must cover Akane's beautiful foot—the one stepping on his dragon—with his own color.
With a guttural roar, his body seized up. Rope after thick, hot rope of cum erupted from his pulsating cock, splattering across the black pantyhose covering her arch and toes. The white streaks painted a lewd canvas on the sheer black material, marking her foot as his in the most primal way. He shuddered through the most intense, fetish-fueled orgasm of his life, completely and utterly mastered by Akane.