Chapter 26: White Rain (+18)
In my previous life's wildest, wettest, and most steamy dreams, I always had strings of thoughts, expectations, and assumptions.
What does it feel like to kiss a girl's lips? To invade her mouth, tie knots with her tongue, and leave behind arousing bridges of glistening saliva?
To trail kisses down her collarbone—taste her skin… is it sweet like nectar or salted by desire?
How do her nipples taste? What does her round, pillowy bust feel like?
What about her navel? Her hidden, pouty, swollen lower lips? Is love nectar truly as delicious as they say?
How do her waist and legs feel? Does it differ from girl to girl?
…
It was the same hot spring-themed bath. The same people. But the scenery… had transformed into something out of a forbidden dream.
Lying on the wooden floor beside the bath, Luffy's position could only be described as enviable.
Even in his wildest imagination, such a reality had never crossed his mind.
Surrounding him from all directions were seven women in varying states of sinful undress—some wrapped in lacy seduction, others scandalously exposed, and a few completely bare.
His head rested in a plush intersection of two "pillows"—one creamy white, the other healthy bronze. The thighs they belonged to were warm and soft, and from both sides, Luffy's gaze was met by the sight of glistening, steamy flowers in full bloom.
The two women wore black lace that barely veiled their generous curves—their breasts bulging, aerolas boldly peeking through, nipples taut and flushed. The lacy stockings framed their thighs, their discarded panties laying like conquered flags on the floor.
Above him, the two sisters—Nami and Nojiko—pressed against each other, their ample breasts smushed together from lack of space. All Luffy had to do was open his mouth slightly, and he found himself nursing on their tender nipples, indulging in their softness like a king suckling ambrosia.
Their hands gently cradled his head, massaging his scalp in sync. Both their faces were a deep shade of crimson, breath hitching as their moans trembled in the air—subdued, yet full of want. From time to time, warm droplets of arousal would spill onto his face, heightening the intoxicating scent of lust in the air.
Straddling his waist was Kaya. Her bare, voluptuous breasts with their wide, flushed aerolas pressed eagerly against his chest. Her breath came in soft gasps as she buried her face in his neck, breathing him in like perfume.
A dark-purple butterfly-shaped thong hugged her hips, but it barely concealed the fullness of her rear. It revealed more than it hid—especially as Luffy's proud spear pulsed between her cheeks, teasing her with every twitch.
Kaya's blurred gaze and trembling hips told the story—she rode him with unsteady rhythm, each movement more desperate than the last. And yet, his girth seemed to defy her limits, a towering monument of pleasure still rising.
Behind her, from both flanks—
To the left, Kuina, wrapped in a lavender Qipao that revealed more than it covered. Her gaze smoldered with restrained jealousy as she pinched Kaya's plush cheek, then leaned in to tease the base of Luffy's shaft—her tongue swirling with elegant precision, saliva coating him in a glistening sheen. Droplets trailed onto Kaya's entrance, drawing trembles from her trembling form.
To the right, Zala wore a scandalous green kimono left open to the winds of sin. Her "prairie" of jade seemed to whisper mysteries—concealing yet enticing.
She delivered rhythmic slaps to Kaya's right cheek, each one drawing a gasp. Her mouth enveloped Luffy's tip with hunger—lips tight, suction deep. He felt as though he were being drawn into a vortex, her throat a relentless pull of pleasure.
Saliva dribbled down his shaft in thick trails, her breath hot and shaky, her ministrations sending waves of arousal that made his already colossal arousal throb harder.
And then—Sanju and Yasha.
Each gripped one of his legs, their pillowy breasts pressing against him, offering their warm, cushiony embrace.
Sanju, clad only in a barely-there kitchen apron, used his toes to tease her aerolas—pressing down until her shy nipples emerged, rising to attention as she gasped and moaned, playing with them as though inviting his feet to be her hands.
Yasha, on the other side, pressed his foot hard against her slick entrance. His toes danced against her clit, tangling in her dark curls, slipping against her velvet folds.
Her head thrown back in bliss, she would take his toes into her mouth, licking and sucking them—tasting her own essence—before returning them between her legs in an endless, intoxicating cycle.
Luffy was having the time of his life.
If not for his monstrous stamina, he would have surrendered at the first touch.
No words were exchanged—only moans, breathless gasps, wet slurps, the rhythmic smacking of flesh against flesh… a sensual symphony echoing off the wet wooden walls.
Each touch of Luffy's seemed to awaken nerves the girls never knew existed—turning every inch he grazed into a G-spot.
The floor was slick—not from the hot spring, but from the rain of desire dripping from trembling thighs.
The air crackled with lust, the tension reaching a crescendo…
And then—after endless waves of teasing—Luffy finally reached the pinnacle.
With one final thrust, he exploded inside Zala's mouth, her eyes widening as the impact rocked her head back slightly. One eye fluttered shut under the pressure.
His climax surged like a geyser—thick, warm streams shooting high into the air… then falling like a storm of ecstasy.
The girls gasped as the white rain fell, soaking them from head to toe.
In stunned silence, they looked to one another… then giggled, scooping up the gift and tasting it with playful curiosity.
Their lips smacked with satisfaction, eyes dreamy and wild—each wearing the expression of someone who had tasted heaven and found it sweet.