Chapter 164: Two Choices
Prostatic fluid had already soaked most of Akane's beautiful foot that was stepping on the Dragon, and the shaft began to twitch eagerly. Now, even without applying much force, Akane could clearly feel the scorching heat in her sole and the essence surging through the vas deferens.
A soft, breathy gasp escaped her lips. The sight of her own slender foot, glistening and slick with his pre-cum, sent a fresh wave of heat pooling deep within her own core. She could feel her inner walls flutter in sympathy with the eager throbbing against her sole.
Suddenly changing the rhythm, Akane pushed upward with her foot, heavily teasing the glans several times with her toes, then used the elegant curve of her arch to grip the shaft tightly, stroking it up and down vigorously over a dozen times.
Each vigorous stroke was a masterpiece of torment, the tight tunnel of her arch milking him relentlessly. Haruto's hips bucked off the bed, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he felt the pressure building to an unbearable peak.
With a splattering sound, thick, milky-white fluid gushed out in all directions.
The first powerful jet streaked through the air, a stark, white testament to his release. Akane watched, her pink eyes dark with a mixture of triumph and raw lust, as her name became a choked prayer on his lips.
Akane intentionally directed the spurting glans toward herself, allowing Haruto to freely ejaculate the dense semen onto the calf and ankle of the foot she was using for the footjob.
She guided him with deliberate slowness, painting her own skin with his warmth. Each new spurt was a hot, thick stripe branding her as his, the sensation so visceral it made her own neglected sex ache with a desperate, empty need.
After seven or eight spurts, the remaining essence gradually lost its earlier force, leaking from the glans and slowly dripping onto the instep and toes.
The warmth from her calf to her toes caused an uncontrollable blush to spread across Akane's pink cheeks. Seeing that no new essence was spurting from the glans, she moved her foot away, then pressed her arch against Haruto's glans and coronal ridge, taking advantage of its remaining firmness to thoroughly smear the residual fluid onto her foot.
She worked the last of his seed into her skin with a slow, circular grind of her arch, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. The mixture of their scents—her delicate perfume and his musky, masculine essence—created an intoxicating aroma that filled the room.
She then proudly showed Haruto her beautiful foot covered in his white semen.
"Look what you did, you animal," she purred, wiggling her semen-smeared toes before his dazed eyes. "You've painted my foot white with your hot, sticky cum. Do you enjoy seeing your mess all over me?"
"Once more. This time, I'm going to stain your other foot completely with my color and scent."
His voice was a low, possessive growl, his eyes already burning with the need for another round. The sight of her marked foot had only stoked the fires higher.
...
After an intense battle lasting over an hour, the two lay panting in each other's arms. Haruto, utterly satisfied, pressed his full weight against Akane's soft body while leisurely toying with the beautiful girl's perky breasts.
His fingers traced lazy circles around her pert nipples, feeling them pebble instantly under his touch. Her body was still humming from the aftershocks, every nerve ending alight and sensitive.
"You're such a pervert~ Coming three times just from using my feet."
Akane licked the remaining white fluid from her lips after carefully cleaning the dragon with her mouth, then narrowed her seductive eyes to tease him.
Her tongue darted out to capture a stray drop from the corner of her mouth, the taste of him still potent on her tongue. A shiver of pure, depraved pleasure ran down her spine.
"My feet are so sore from your relentless thrusting," she cooed, her breath ghosting over his now-sensitive tip. "And yet you were still so hard, forcing me to get on my knees and clean your naughty, leaking cock with my mouth until you filled it up again. You greedy boy."
Seeing the pink-haired, big-breasted, long-legged beauty beneath him mercilessly teasing him, Haruto grew irritated.
"Akane, you seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit too. Who's the real pervert here when you can climax just from foot play?"
Many women have sensitive feet, but Akane's were particularly responsive. After the footjob session:
A fresh blush stained her cheeks at the memory. The friction of his shaft against her arch, the pressure just right, had sent her spiraling into a sudden, shocking orgasm that left her thighs trembling and her pussy dripping.
"I... I was just going along with you..."
Her protest was weak, a token resistance she didn't even believe herself. Her body still remembered the violent, unexpected climax his footplay had wrung from her.
"Is that so?" Haruto grinned. "Then keep cooperating with me, and don't you dare climax without permission again."
Saying this, he lifted one of her long, straight, fleshy legs onto his shoulder and began playing with her sweat-glistened foot encased in black tights. Simultaneously, he thrust his hips forward, sliding the dragon completely through the torn opening in the tights at her crotch.
The feeling was electric. The rough, textured nylon of the tights rubbed against her swollen clit as his thick, veiny cock plunged into her soaking wet depths in one smooth, devastating stroke. The dual sensation was too much, too intense.
"You really... are a foot fetishist pervert..."
Akane let out a sensual moan. Having both her jade foot and flower valley stimulated made her body tremble with arousal, nearly pushing her over the edge immediately.
Her back arched off the bed as a scream was torn from her throat. The pleasure was a live wire, connecting the sensitive sole of her foot directly to her clutching, desperate cunt. He was playing her body like an instrument, and she was helpless to do anything but feel.
Haruto noted the girl's reaction - such a talented foot fleshlight needed proper training.
The main event of the night was just beginning...
The hours that followed were a blur of sensation. He took her in every way imaginable, always returning to worship her feet, to use them, to bind her pleasure inextricably to his touch upon them. He fucked her between her breasts while she used her feet to caress his balls. He bent her over and took her from behind while one of his hands worked her dripping sex and the other massaged the sole of her foot. She came again and again, her voice growing hoarse from screaming, her mind dissolving into a singular need for more.
The next morning.
Haruto looked down with immense satisfaction at Akane - her sexy body covered in white stains, trembling occasionally with her eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out.
When Akane had climaxed into unconsciousness, Haruto had driven his cock deep into her virgin cervix, breaching her sacred womb, and filled her fertile depths completely with his thick, pumping essence. The feeling of his cum flooding her most intimate place, even in her unconscious state, had made her body convulse in a final, weak spasm of pleasure.
Not only was her exterior marked, but the slight bulge in her lower abdomen proved that even her interior had been thoroughly saturated with Haruto's scent.
He ran a possessive hand over the faint distention, a primal thrill coursing through him at the proof of how completely he had possessed her, both inside and out.
Concerned for the girl's wellbeing, after breaking through the flower palace Haruto didn't excessively damage the flower valley. The cost was that he had explored every other part of Seven-tailed Akane's body.
Especially those beautifully shaped, incredibly sexy long legs and pretty feet.
"Even for a top-tier fuckdoll like Akane, losing her virginity like this was probably too intense..."
Looking at the nearly broken pink-haired beauty, Haruto casually cast several recovery spells on her.
Focusing on reducing bodily sensitivity and restoring mental energy.
He didn't want to see an Akane who only knew how to beg for sex afterward, nor did he currently have any intention of keeping a 'pet'.
After ensuring Akane wouldn't suffer serious aftereffects, Haruto cleaned up and went to school as usual.
When morning classes ended, he took out the last two love letters bearing familiar signatures.
Suzumori Mizuki, Tsukino Yomisawa.
These were the last two eroge heroines at Kuoh Academy, though it was uncertain whether new female characters or new "blond guys" would appear after the new school year began.
The year Haruto entered high school happened to be when Kuoh Academy transitioned from an all-girls school to a coeducational system. Consequently, there were very few male students, and naturally, familiar "blond guys" were scarce as well.
Aside from Yuki Shinozuka, who was a fake "blonde," the only "blond guy" he encountered who was a student at Kuoh Academy was Oga Masaru.
As for teachers, there were even fewer males—almost none, one could say.
After recalling some vague memories, Haruto ultimately decided to seek out Mizuki first.
Tsukino Yomisawa's situation was relatively safer. If one were to scrutinize it, although she was an eroge heroine, she could also be considered one of the heroines in a harem series.
Mizuki, however, was different. If left to the convergence of the worldlines, there was an eighty percent chance she would still be drugged and, after a series of "training," turned into a nymphomaniac.
But since she had given him a love letter on Valentine's Day, it seemed she currently didn't have a boyfriend. Barring any surprises, Haruto had replaced the original clueless cuckold.
Thinking this, Haruto decided to take direct action. Regardless of whether the "bull" had appeared or not, or whether he had truly replaced the original cuckold, as long as there was even the slightest possibility, he would nip the potential threat in the bud.
Mizuki was a second-year student. Haruto went to her classroom but didn't find her there. After asking around, he learned she was training on the field, preparing for an upcoming track and field competition.
"She's really diligent, huh..."
Haruto thanked the senior who had given him the information and quickly made his escape under her excited, flushed gaze.
If he didn't leave soon, she would likely start asking for his contact info or even a date.
Haruto wasn't the type to reject women, especially cute high school girls. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't mind a fling, but unfortunately, he didn't have the leisure for that right now.
Arriving at the field, Haruto spotted Mizuki doing warm-up exercises at a glance.
Mizuki was wearing form-fitting athletic wear, her beautiful, smooth black hair tied into a high ponytail with a red ribbon. Her slightly tanned, wheat-colored skin glistened under the sunlight, and her ample chest stretched the athletic wear taut, giving off a somewhat lewd impression.
Her long legs, honed by track and field training, had elegant lines—not slender, but very long and complemented by smooth muscle definition, creating a unique appeal.
Even though it was perfectly normal athletic wear, on her, it seemed almost like lingerie, especially with her large, full chest, which made one worry whether it would be a disadvantage in track and field competitions.
During lunch break, there weren't many people on the field, mostly just girls from sports clubs.
Without a large crowd to blend into, even the few boys who were extremely lustful didn't dare come to admire the view.
Even the "pervert trio" were busy having lunch at the moment.
"Suzumori-san, good afternoon."
Haruto's arrival caused a stir, but after he proactively waved and indicated he had business with someone, the girls, though disappointed, obediently dispersed and went back to their activities.
Whether they were still paying attention to them, Haruto didn't mind—as long as it didn't interfere with his conversation with Mizuki.
"Haruto-kun?!" Mizuki quickly finished her warm-up and jogged over to Haruto with a pleasantly surprised expression.
Haruto maintained the gentle image of the boy-next-door, skillfully pulling out a pink envelope and issuing an invitation with practiced ease.
"Though it's two days late, if Suzumori-san doesn't mind, let's go on a date after school and do some enjoyable things together."
The gentle smile didn't quite match the frivolous words, creating a somewhat strange contrast. However, Mizuki already knew about Haruto's ways and could completely accept it—otherwise she wouldn't have insisted on giving him the love letter in the first place.
"I'd really love to go on a date with Haruto-kun too..." Mizuki intertwined her fingers, looking troubled. "But this afternoon's club activity is really important. Our new advisor is coming—a very capable teacher—so I can't miss it."Haruto raised an eyebrow and asked sharply: 'Is the new advisor male?""
"Yes, I heard the school paid a lot to hire him. He's previously coached several female athletes who excelled in prefectural competitions."
"What happened to your track club's original advisor then?"
"Since our track club has started accepting some male members too, and the previous advisor had no experience coaching boys, she transferred to the girls' basketball team instead."