Chapter 34: Three Holes Claimed, Power Inherited
Gazing at Maya on the bed under the dim light—her enticing naked body—Takumi's shaft quickly stiffened again. He crawled behind her and gently rubbed the large, swollen pink bud with his palm.
"No more! Please let me go!"
Until now, Maya had been a spotless virgin. Her first sexual experience had involved both holes being violated at once—how could she endure more? Seeing Takumi's posture, she cried out, "Please… just spare me. If you keep going, I'll die."
Takumi didn't reply with words—his actions were answer enough. Hands and mouth worked together to tease her beautiful body once more.
Finally, Takumi buried his face between Maya's legs. Amid her soft panting, he pinched and toyed with her sensitive bud while sucking on her flower. Once her honey passage showed faint wetness again, Takumi thrust his hips forward and entered her front tunnel once more.
This time he started pounding hard from the very beginning. Poor Maya was mercilessly ravished by the man yet again.
He thrust for a long time without any urge to ejaculate, while Maya had long since been fucked into a daze, seemingly losing all ability to move.
Silently, Takumi lifted both of Maya's slender legs onto his shoulders. In this position, her honey passage naturally clenched tighter than in the spread-eagle earlier. The friction between shaft and walls grew intensely sharp.
"Ah! Too… big… ahh!"
Maya cried out wildly—both in pain and pleasure. Unconscious moans spilled from her lips nonstop. All pain, humiliation, resentment, and shame had vanished from her mind. She simply let her mature, voluptuous, yet still-budding chrysanthemum body respond instinctively and passionately to Takumi's thrusts.
Maya's willow waist twisted and bucked to meet his movements. Amid the loud slaps of his hips against her beautiful ass, her brows furrowed lightly, eyes glazed over. Her flushed face shook wildly left and right. Her cloud-like hair scattered, swaying in graceful waves with every toss of her head. Unable to endure the deadly peak of pleasure any longer, Maya suddenly froze. Every muscle tensed to the limit. The world spun. Her body convulsed and trembled like an epileptic fit, shamelessly clamping down on the massive intruder deep in her core.
Takumi was squeezed and twisted by Maya's powerful contractions—pure bliss. Maya's head snapped back as she screamed, "Oh… ah… ohhh… I'm gonna die!"
With her hoarse cry, Takumi's waist went numb, his whole body shaking. He barely held back from pulling out of her flower, then grabbed Maya's head, forcing her body to take him in. He pried open her teeth. His cock plunged into her mouth, instantly puffing out her lovely cheeks. The violent entry banged against her teeth, bringing a flash of pain—but far more was the peak pleasure surging through him. In an instant he sped up, countless spurts of life essence laughing and leaping down her deep throat.
It felt like all his energy had been drained. Takumi pressed Maya's head tightly, savoring the warm softness a few seconds longer, forcing her to swallow every drop—she had no choice but to gulp it down.
Heat radiated from Takumi's forehead like a fully charged battery. At the same moment, a flood of information surged into his mind. In that instant, it was as if he had endured years of grueling winter and summer training—he had mastered karate combat techniques. Waves of demonic power radiated outward, strengthening his flesh. The bite mark on his chest stopped bleeding; the teeth indentations slowly faded. Though they didn't vanish completely, they no longer looked savage or unsightly.
Takumi's arms and hands visibly bulked up. With a light squeeze, every joint in his fist cracked loudly. The knuckles formed a perfectly flat, even surface—unlike an ordinary person's protruding joints when making a fist.
Overjoyed, Takumi threw a sudden punch. His fist whipped through the air with a sharp whoosh. The most famous record of such fist wind came from Bruce Lee—invited as a guest, he clenched his fist in front of a microphone, then punched. The "whoosh whoosh" sound blasted through the mic, leaving everyone stunned.
"This is Maya's karate fighting skill, huh? Insanely strong. An average healthy adult man wouldn't stand a chance against her.!"
Takumi wanted to ask the demon engraving some questions, but unfortunately, in this 2D world, demon engraving was offline. Oh well.
He pulled a sterilized wet wipe from his pocket, thoroughly cleaned his cock, got dressed, and opened another pack to clean Maya as well.
Maya's golden-dark eyes stared blankly—she was still lost. The cold wipe against her skin slowly brought focus back to her eyes. When she felt the searing pain in her maiden garden and saw herself completely naked, memories flooded back. Her gaze went vacant again.
Takumi unlocked the handcuffs with the key. Her hands, numb from being cuffed behind her back for so long, were finally free. Yet the girl remained sunk in extreme grief.
Takumi called softly, "Maya."
"Don't call my name! You beast! You monster! I'll make sure you pay for this too!"
The fury of losing her chastity set Maya's golden-dark pupils ablaze. Without caring that she was naked, she charged at Takumi. This wasn't some weak girl's flailing slap—she launched a ferocious strike. Her fist whipped up genuine wind in her rage-boosted power. The charging straight punch was truly savage.
Takumi stood firm like a rooted tree. He met it with a palm strike, sealing her fist. At the same time, his other hand flashed like lightning toward Maya's throat—but he snapped back to control in an instant. Instead of striking, he grabbed her fragrant shoulder. With a precise grip, he locked her Shoulder Well Point. Half her body instantly went numb. Combined with the agony between her legs from her deflowering, her combat strength collapsed in a heartbeat. She crumpled to the floor.
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