Chapter 260: White Tiger and Azure Dragon
Haruto reached out and pinched Shuriya's pointed chin, carefully admiring the girl's lovely face.
Her light brown beautiful eyes held a mixture of shyness and trepidation while her slender silver-gray eyebrows slightly furrowed. Her mouth was small and adorable.
Likely due to nervousness, the girl's expression carried considerable bashfulness that didn't quite match her hot and sexy appearance.
Although this was for treatment purposes and he wouldn't invest too much emotion into it...
If he could make the girls' first experience more perfect and leave them with beautiful memories, it was worth spending some time to set the mood and atmosphere.
Haruto wasn't particularly fond of the dim yellow lighting in the lounge. Whether during the previous treatment or this current session, only the bright moonlight streaming diagonally through the window illuminated parts of the room.
Though the brightness was low, it was completely sufficient for a demon, no different from daytime.
Instead, in this vaguely discernible, seemingly tranquil environment, the young girls could quickly get into the right state of mind.
Haruto reached out and effortlessly removed the only covering on the girl's upper body—a translucent silk ribbon—freely admiring the healthy, sensual form of the silver-haired maiden.
Shuriya's breasts couldn't be called particularly ample, but their shape was exceptionally beautiful.
They were enticing teardrop forms, both full and perky, brimming with the unique elasticity characteristic of young maidens.
Breathing in the girl's alluring fragrance, Haruto's face showed an intoxicated expression.
What captivated him most was that although Shuriya's skin was slightly dark, it wasn't what one would call "dark skin"—just slightly warmer in tone compared to the snow-white complexion of Rias and others.
To be honest, Haruto wasn't very interested in purely dark skin, or rather, he felt indifferent toward the concept of "dark beauties."
Shuriya's healthy complexion was completely different—her enticing body possessed a unique kind of beauty, like rich cream or cheese, making those two startlingly vivid pink points even more striking.
Her slender, soft waist, seemingly made to be held in one hand, was incredibly smooth and tender. He couldn't resist caressing it, letting one hand linger on the smooth, rounded, and enchanting navel on her flat stomach, unwilling to pull away.
The unexpectedly intense stimulation from her navel caused Shuriya's long, slender legs to suddenly tense up, and her cute, small, wheat-colored feet unconsciously stiffened.
A maiden with no prior intimate experience found herself blushing, heart racing like a startled deer, her body trembling slightly as waves of intensely tickling pleasure surged through her.
Haruto caressed the girl's delicate, smooth jade-like skin, then leaned down to shower Shuriya's perfectly rounded, petite, and adorable warm navel with relentless kisses.
It was only after a long while, when the maiden's soft body had gone limp against him, that he finally lifted his head.
Her delicate frame grew warm and pliant, but this alone was not enough.
Haruto shrugged off the white bathrobe draped over his shoulders, then scooped Shuriya into his arms and laid her gently upon the soft expanse of the large bed.
Seizing the opportunity, he effortlessly removed the translucent fabric veiling her lower body.
After admiring her slender, sun-kissed legs for a moment, his eyes drifted to the faint blush-pink hue nestled between her thighs, sparking a surge of delight within him.
Haruto settled over Shuriya's delicate form, his tongue slipping between her lips with the sly agility of a serpent.
The maiden, her beautiful eyes narrowed to slits, jolted as if electrified, frantically evading the heat of Haruto's probing tongue.
Yet no matter how she twisted and turned, his lips repeatedly found their mark upon her rosebud mouth.
After a playful chase, through Haruto's persistence, their moist, slick tongues finally met.
With practiced ease, Haruto's tongue delved deep toward Shuriya's throat, compelling her to defend against his relentless advance with her own sweet, slippery tongue.
Once their lips sealed tightly together, the two tongues had no choice but to entangle even more fiercely.
Soon, the room echoed with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their passionate kissing.
Haruto's hands were far from idle—one arm cradled the maiden's soft, smooth shoulder, while the other journeyed downward to caress the full, rounded contours of her pale brown breasts.
Traversing the flat, silken plane of her abdomen, his hand slipped unhindered into the space between Shuriya's lovely thighs.
As his palm came to rest upon the softly mounded secret hill, her jade-like body quivered, legs clamping together instinctively, yet she offered no resistance.
Haruto's hand gently stroked the slight swell of Shuriya's delicate mound, and he mused aloud, "Shuriya-chan, why is it that all of you are so smooth down there?"
Heroines in adult tales often possessed such innate traits, many born without a trace of hair, but lately he'd noticed the same held true for demon maidens.
Clearly, this couldn't be purely natural—there had to be another reason behind it.
"Does Haruto-sama not like it this way?" The silver-haired beauty's eyes glistened like autumn waters as she lightly bit her lower lip.
"No, I like it very much. I'm just curious."
When it came to the choice between lush foliage and bareness, Haruto was a staunch advocate of the hairless "white tiger" aesthetic.
However, naturally occurring ones were exceedingly rare; most were the result of later refinement.
Such alterations required skilled hands, or else the result was merely a plucked chicken, devoid of the white tiger's elegance.
Whether it was Rias and the others, or the twin lolis, Marion, and Burent from the last healing session, none showed any signs of artificial grooming—each appeared as if born perfectly smooth.
No matter how he pondered, it seemed improbable that every one of them was naturally gifted in this way.
Moreover, in this world, maidens sported hair of every hue, especially the demon beauties. Had they been adorned with vibrant, colorful thickets, that too would have held its own unique appeal.
Shuriya breathed a sigh of relief and explained, "We use magic to forcibly suppress the hair down there. It's too troublesome to maintain, and if we wear less clothing, it becomes very noticeable. Especially during battles, if clothes get torn, it's easy for others to notice the difference there..."
Haruto nodded. Achieving this with magic was easy, though he had never considered it before.
Come to think of it, should he try it too? The forest around little Haruto was quite lush, and sometimes it did feel inconvenient.
Transforming the dragon into a blue dragon seemed like a good idea too. Without the thicket, the blue dragon and white tiger could engage in skin-to-skin combat every time they clashed—that sensation would probably be amazing.
A fleeting thought crossed his mind, but Haruto quickly pushed it aside and continued his train of thought. With a beauty before him, other matters could wait for later.
After satisfying his curiosity, Haruto used his middle finger to press into the tightly clamped junction of the girl's thighs, gently knocking at the gate to explore.
As Shuriya's chest heaved, Haruto felt the warm, sticky spring moisture that had, unnoticed, already overflowed the secret garden of the maiden...
Confirming that Shuriya was now consumed by desire, he confidently inserted his index finger into the slippery, narrow passage of the secluded valley, beginning to lightly tap, slowly dig, gently thrust, and meticulously probe.
Though Shuriya's legs clamped together increasingly restlessly, Haruto's palm grew wetter. Knowing the trick of striking while the iron is hot, he immediately lowered his head to suckle on Shuriya's already hardened pearl.
When he took that swollen, engorged little nub into his mouth, he instantly discovered how sensitive and firm it was.
Haruto first suckled gently for a while, then began to tease it with light bites and nibbles using his teeth.
This caused Shuriya, who had been too afraid to make a sound, to finally lose control and let out shameful moans. She tightly covered her face with both hands, her mouth murmuring incoherently.
"Oh... ah... heavens... don't bite like that... mmh... oh... be gentler... Lord Haruto... please... not so hard... oh... ah... oh... heavens..."
Hearing her pleading, breathless whimpers, Haruto finally released his mouth with satisfaction and said, "Shuriya-chan, does it feel good when I bite your pearl like this?"
As he spoke, his fingers also quickened their pace, digging deeper into the maiden's secluded passage.
Shuriya's cries further stimulated Haruto's desire. Burying his face in Shuriya's firm, soft bosom, he matched the probing of his fingers inside her fleshy cave by taking turns sucking and biting vigorously on her two cherries.
Once this assault began, Shuriya nervously gripped the bedsheet, her beautiful nails digging deeply into the bedding.
As the raging fire of desire burned fiercely within her, the maiden's slender, lovely legs began to curl and stretch restlessly, twisting and turning left and right in discomfort.
Her pretty face revealed an enchanting expression of both wanting to resist and yet being lost in pleasure.
Seeing that the silver-haired beauty had fully succumbed to the moment, Haruto caressed her completely naked, alluring body and sincerely praised, "Shuriya-chan, I never knew your body was so sensitive."
Shuriya, now blushing deeply, looked at Haruto with hazy, shy, and timid eyes. In the end, she remained silent, only lightly biting her lower lip and turning her flushed face away in embarrassment.
Haruto deliberately crouched beside the maiden's head, allowing his already erect, about seventy to eighty percent hardened dragon to dangle intentionally right above the tip of her nose.
He took Shuriya's small hand, pressing her delicate and elegant wheat-colored palm gently against the dragon, then held her hand to guide her in comforting the meritorious minister who would soon heal them.
Shuriya shyly turned her face away, but the small hand gripping the dragon tightened its hold, the stroking rhythm gradually quickening.