Chapter 79: Tsubaki's Master
Haruto wasn't exactly afraid of being bothered—he just didn't have time to waste at the moment.
Miyuna was manageable; they had an agreement to meet once a week. The real trouble was Tsubaki.
Miyajima Shihan couldn't see through her intentions, but Sakura could.
If nothing had happened between them, it would've been fine. But now that they were in a relationship, the young girl couldn't just stand by and watch her mother get involved with Haruto.
Yet, Sakura couldn't exactly confront Haruto about it—they weren't even dating.
At best, they were cultivating together, helping each other out. To put it bluntly, they were just fuck buddies.
So, the girl could only engage in a battle of wits with her mother, staying vigilant at every turn.
She didn't dare tell Tsubaki that Haruto was a scumbag with fuck buddies everywhere. If Tsubaki found out, she'd probably rush straight to Haruto's house begging for it.
Right now, Tsubaki was just teasing, hoping Haruto would make the first move. But out of consideration for Sakura's feelings, he couldn't take the initiative.
He did want to try a married woman, but if it would hurt Sakura, he'd rather drop it.
After all, Tsubaki wasn't the only married woman around.
Besides, Haruto's reluctance to make the first move was also to leave room for a mother-daughter threesome in the future.
Since Kasumi Takamine was still away on business, Haruto had only experienced a sister threesome with the Takamine sisters. A mother-daughter threesome remained untested.
Of course, these thoughts absolutely couldn't be known by Sakura.
Whether it would ever happen depended on which of the Miyajima women came out on top.
Pulling his wandering thoughts back, Haruto refocused on ways to increase his strength.
With two incomplete talents now fully restored, he was certain he could make another significant leap in power.
Mirror Alice was straightforward enough. As for Tsubaki, familiarity would breed ease—if Haruto swallowed his pride and begged a few more times, there was an 80% chance she'd agree.
But Akeno's lightning talent was trickier.
Last time, he'd had such a perfect opportunity, only to fall just short. Now, breaking through Akeno's final defenses would be even harder.
Originally, Haruto had planned to check on the other ero-heroines at Kuoh Academy after securing Sakura, but now he could afford to put that on hold.
With Rias and Sona overseeing things, Kuoh Academy was actually the safest place.
The usual scumbags and cuckolders couldn't resort to their worst methods there.
After some deliberation, Haruto decided to try his luck with Tsubaki first.
Ever since the failed reincarnation as a familiar, Sona and Rias had been preoccupied with something, leaving all their usual duties to their respective first familiars.
When Haruto arrived at the student council room, before he could even bring up the topic of dual cultivation, Tsubaki immediately put him to work.
By the time they finished, it was already late.
Tsubaki still had matters outside the school to attend to, leaving Haruto no choice but to obediently return home and cultivate with the others.
This went on for three days. Finally, on Thursday evening, Tsubaki had some free time.
She had noticed Haruto's efforts over the past few days and had dropped hints here and there about dual cultivation.
"Haruto, do you want to come to my place tonight?"
Tsubaki locked the door of the student council room and stood gracefully before Haruto. Under the bright moonlight, the tall and well-proportioned figure of the young girl cast a long shadow in the corridor.
Haruto immediately perked up, the exhaustion from a busy day completely vanishing.
"How could I refuse an invitation from Tsubaki-senpai?"
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11:03 PM, in a high-end apartment in Tokyo, Haruto carried Tsubaki out of the bathroom.
"Tsubaki-senpai, do you live alone in this apartment?"
"No," Tsubaki shook her head slightly, her delicate fingers tracing circles on Haruto's chest.
The steam from their shared bath still clung to their skin, making her touch feel electric against his cooling flesh.
"I live here with the president, but she went back to the demon realm last week, so it's just me for now."
Haruto wanted to continue the conversation, but Tsubaki took the initiative. "Alright, it's getting late. Let's focus on training for now. We can talk more later."
A sly, hungry glint flashed in her violet eyes, leaving no doubt about the kind of "training" she had in mind.
With the beautiful demon girl in his arms saying so, what else could he do but oblige her?
Carrying the girl into the bedroom, Haruto gently laid her down. Both of them were completely bare, embracing each other as they felt the warmth of their bodies.
The soft light of the bedroom lamp cast dancing shadows across her pale skin, highlighting the elegant curve of her spine and the perfect swell of her hips.
Haruto captured her soft lips, and the two stood by the bed, passionately kissing.
His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting the mint of her toothpaste and the underlying, uniquely demonic sweetness that was purely Tsubaki.
One of his hands slid down from her slender waist, gripping Tsubaki's plump buttocks, squeezing rhythmically as if trying to extract something.
Each knead of his firm hands made her whimper into his mouth, her own body arching to press herself more completely against him.
Tsubaki broke the kiss, licking her way down Haruto's neck, kissing his chiseled body until her red lips lingered on his chest. She took one of his small nubs into her mouth, teasing it playfully with her tongue, sucking gently.
Her hot, wet mouth was a brand, and the flicking of her skilled tongue sent jolts of pure lightning straight to his core.
This was Haruto's first time having his chest played with. Though men weren't as sensitive as women in that area, the stimulation still made him throw his head back with a pleasured gasp.
"Ah... Senpai..."
Tsubaki continued her downward path, leaving a glistening trail across Haruto's chest and abdomen before slowly crouching down. She took the already hard and throbbing his dick into her mouth, sucking eagerly while her left hand steadied itself on his thigh and her right hand rubbed at her own moist valley.
She took him deep, her throat relaxing to accept his length, a lewd, wet sound punctuating each eager bob of her head. Her own fingers worked in frantic circles over her swollen clit, desperate for any friction.
Tsubaki was far too excited. Ever since losing her virginity and discovering the pleasures of the flesh, every night had been spent in lonely emptiness.
The memory of her own fingers was a pale, pathetic imitation of the real thing, a ghost of a sensation that only deepened her nightly ache.
Now she couldn't wait any longer—she needed Haruto to claim her fiercely, to fill her with this burning dragon.
Standing up abruptly, Tsubaki pushed hard against Haruto's chest.
Haruto, who had been enjoying the high-and-mighty demon beauty's oral attentions, was caught off guard and fell backward onto the bed.
"Tsubaki-senpai, you're quite strong," he teased.
"Haruto, don't forget—I'm an intermediate demon. Though I'm not skilled in close combat, my strength far surpasses that of an ordinary girl."
She loomed over him, her hair forming a dark curtain around their faces, her expression a mix of fierce desire and playful dominance.
Climbing onto Haruto's body, Tsubaki steadied the upright dick, spread her petals with two fingers, and sank down heavily with a cry of "Ah!"
In one swift, desperate motion, she sheathed him completely inside her, her tight, dripping wet pussy stretching to accommodate his overwhelming girth. The sudden, exquisite fullness stole the air from her lungs.
She immediately bounced back up, leaving only half inside.
"Hehe..."
Haruto rested his hands behind his head, watching with amusement as the beautiful girl winced with tears in her eyes from the sudden impact against her deepest flower.
He could feel her inner walls fluttering around him, a chaotic, hot rhythm that betrayed her attempt at control.
Though his height hadn't changed much with his increasing power, his dick had grown significantly—not just in length but in girth as well, now two sizes thicker.
Of course, Tsubaki wouldn't give up. She was an intermediate demon, after all, and Haruto's senior—both in school and as Sona's servant.
The first time was understandable—she lacked experience. But there was no way she'd let Haruto take the lead again the second time.
It wasn't this big last time...
The thought was both a complaint and a thrill, sending a fresh wave of slick heat coating his length.
She bit her lower lip, already fully acquainted with the dragon's girth, yet brimming with anticipation for the pleasure to come.
This time, however, she'd learned her lesson. Slowly lowering herself, she allowed the remaining length to inch into her tight passage.
It was a slow, maddening torture, every millimeter a victory against her own tightness, the sensation so intense it made her vision blur.
A mischievous smirk played on Haruto's lips as he suddenly thrust upward.
"Ah!"
The sharp, unexpected surge buried him to the hilt once more, his tip kissing her cervix and sending a shockwave of pleasure-pain through her entire body.
Tsubaki's delicate body jolted again. Shooting him a glare with her lips still bitten, she lowered herself once more.
The same thing happened again, and this time, Tsubaki was genuinely flustered.
"No more, no more! You're bullying me! Damn Haruto, you're so mean!"
Her attempts at a commanding tone were utterly ruined by the breathy, wanton quality of her voice and the way her hips unconsciously ground against him.
She collapsed onto his chest, pounding it with her fists.
"Ow, ow! You want me to pamper you, yet you dare curse me and hit me?"
His dick was already inside—Haruto was just that bold. "Call me something sweet, and I'll treat you right."
Tsubaki's cheeks flushed. "Good brother~"
The honorific was sweet, but it wasn't the submission he was craving, the one he knew would unravel her completely.
"Nope, something more intimate." Haruto teased her further. Opportunities to see the usually aloof and stern Tsubaki in such a shy state were rare.
"Just tell me what to call you, and I will." Tsubaki shot him a sultry glare.
Haruto grinned. "Call me 'Master.'"
"Huh?!"
The word hit her like a physical blow, a forbidden thrill that made her core clench around him so tightly it was almost painful.
Tsubaki's master was Sona Sitri. Calling Haruto that felt... strange.
"What's wrong? It's just for now, not for real." Haruto whispered into her ear, his breath warm. "Besides, doesn't calling me 'Master' sound thrilling?"
His voice was a low, seductive rumble against her ear, his hot breath fanning the flames of her deepest, most hidden desires.
Just the thought of addressing Haruto as "Master" filled Tsubaki with a sense of taboo, her damp passage instinctively clenching.
"Ahh..."
The moan was ripped from her throat, high and helpless, as her body betrayed her last shred of resistance.
The girl moaned, clinging tightly to Haruto, her earlier resolve to take control long forgotten.
"Master~ Come and pamper your servant."
The words were a silken surrender, a key that unlocked a new level of their intimacy. As they left her lips, a shiver of pure, unadulterated ecstasy ran down her spine.
As she uttered those words, Tsubaki silently apologized to Sona in her heart.
I'm sorry, President. Just for tonight... just for now, he is my Master.
That last shred of guilt quickly vanished under Little Haruto's relentless pace.
He moved then, a powerful, deep rhythm that was no longer playful but claiming, each thrust punctuating her new title and driving her swiftly and mercilessly towards a shattering climax.
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