Chapter 93: Akino Sakagami
In a nondescript Tokyo apartment building, a dimly lit room echoed with the lewd sounds of intercourse and a girl's high-pitched, wanton moans.
A low groan rumbled from Haruto's chest, a primal sound that vibrated through Akino's body. "You take me so well... every inch."
The floor was littered with scattered stockings, panties, bras, and other feminine garments. The air hung heavy with the mingled scents of sweat and a cloying sweetness, saturating the room with an aura of raw desire.
The musky aroma of their coupling mixed with the sweet, unique fragrance emanating from Akino's skin, creating an intoxicating perfume that fueled their lust.
"Ahhh~ I'm about to cum again~ Being driven over the edge by your massive cock?~~ I'm dying~"
At the room's center unfolded a scene of primal debauchery that set pulses racing.
A stunning girl, completely naked, lay sprawled across a coffee table. Her long, supple legs were splayed wide, shamelessly exposing her delicate, pink valley.
Her body glistened, a canvas of sheening sweat and her own juices, trembling with the force of his thrusts.
Behind her, a well-built, handsome boy thrust relentlessly with a disproportionately thick, massive shaft—plunging deep into her tender honeyed crevice, ravaging her most intimate folds into disarray.
His powerful hips pistoned with a brutal, perfect rhythm, the thick veins of his member rubbing against her swollen, sensitive lips with every inward plunge.
Sticky fluids drenched the table beneath her. With each of Haruto's thrusts, swollen flesh bulged from her entrance, the gradual smoothing of her inner ridges drawing animalistic grunts and cries from the girl.
The wet, slapping sounds of their flesh meeting filled the pauses between her cries, a lewd rhythm section to their passionate duet.
Her pale legs were hooked over Haruto's shoulders like artillery mounts, each deep drive slapping against her delicate buttocks with wet, obscene impacts.
The pale skin of her inner thighs was slick, allowing his body to slide against hers with each powerful impact.
Her pink intimacy had long grown red and swollen under Haruto's unceasing assault, even the soft flesh of her inner thighs flushed crimson from the pounding.
Her most private flower, once a delicate pink, was now a puffy, well-used red, glistening and stretched taut around his girth.
Overwhelmed by pleasure, her legs tensed rigidly. The high-heeled sandals dangling from her glistening feet swung wildly—straps slipping from her ankles, heels knocking loosely, threatening to fall at any moment.
A shudder wracked her frame, her toes curling tightly within the confines of the dangling sandals.
Her black, waterfall-like hair cascaded in disarray beneath her, every strand gleaming under a sheen of fragrant sweat.
Tears of overwhelming pleasure welled in the corners of her eyes, tracing paths through the sweat on her temples.
The girl's face was exquisitely fair and full, framed by long, fluttering lashes and a delicate, perfectly straight nose. Her moist, pink lips parted intermittently with seductive gasps.
Her parted lips were swollen from his kisses and her own desperate bites, a small trail of saliva connecting her lower lip to her chin.
Once, her clear eyes had held a touch of tender melancholy—pure and elegant as a lotus, radiating a unique grace no vulgar charm could rival, blooming alone in delicate beauty and gentle poise.
That memory of purity seemed to belong to another person, in another life, far from this sweat-slicked table.
But now, no trace of that innocent refinement remained. Only base carnality consumed her.
Her world had narrowed to the feeling of him filling her, stretching her, claiming her completely.
The obscenities spilling from her lips and the lust-filled contours of her face had erased every vestige of untouchable purity.
"Fuck me," she thought, the words a sacred prayer in her pleasure-addled mind. "Ruin me. Make me only yours."
"Ahhh~ You're piercing through my womb?~ So good~ More~ Harder~ Mmmph yes?~~~ Akino's being fucked to death by Haruto's giant cock?~~~"
Gazing down at the flushed, pleading face beneath him, Haruto felt as if he'd been injected with hormones, his relentless efforts to plow through the girl's slick passage showing no signs of stopping. Each thrust reached the deepest possible position.
He could feel the convulsing grip of her inner walls around him, a silken, milking pressure that threatened to end him too soon.
Though the girl's waist and ribcage were exceptionally slender, the pair of rabbits on her chest stood round and pert, so full that the tender flesh spilled from both sides. Even when viewed from behind, their curved outlines were visible beneath her arms.
They bounced and jiggled with every one of his movements, a hypnotic, weighty sway that drew his hungry gaze.
These remarkably elastic mounds showed no signs of sagging, returning to their original shape after each breathtaking sway.
The sight of them, so full and responsive, made his mouth water and his thrusts deepen.
Haruto's eyes fixed on the very tips of the snow-white peaks as he watched the girl dripping with moisture beneath him.
Two crimson buds stood pertly erect, like loosely closed faucets, continuously seeping transparent fluid.
A single drop of the clear, fragrant liquid gathered at the peak of one bud, quivering for a moment before tracing a path down the sensitive slope.
Akino Sakagami - the goddess-level beauty of Aiho Academy, the most popular first-year student - unexpectedly possessed such a unique constitution.
And now, this goddess was spread open for him, her body weeping its unique honey for him alone.
Faced with these incredibly voluptuous breasts, Haruto naturally had no intention of leaving them alone. He reached out to grasp the generous mounds, and with just a gentle squeeze, fragrant liquid began to flow.
The soft flesh yielded perfectly to his grip, and the flow of her sweet fluid increased, coating his fingers.
"Haruto~~~?"
His name on her lips was a plea, a prayer, a sob of pure need.
The girl softly murmured his name while lifting the smooth, tender flesh with her jade-like slender fingers, offering it to his lips.
Her eyes, heavy-lidded with lust, begged him without words to taste her, to consume her.
"So eager for me to lick your chest? You were so shy when this liquid first started flowing."
He teased, his voice a low, possessive growl against her heated skin.
Haruto teased before opening his mouth to bite down on Akino's milk-producing flesh. His lips first registered the soft resilience of the buds, then as the buds scraped against his teeth, liquid came pouring forth.
A gasp ripped from her throat as his teeth grazed the hyper-sensitive nipple, the dual sensation of slight pain and intense pleasure making her back arch.
The sweet taste differed from breast milk, carrying no fishy scent - only a light fragrance that filled Haruto's mouth, seemingly with healing properties that refreshed his spirit. Even the little Haruto between his legs pulsed with renewed vigor.
It was an elixir, and he drank deeply, suckling hard as he felt himself swell even larger inside her.
"Haruto... suck them more?~ Mmmm... just like that?... Oh god?.... Mmmmmmmmmm!"
As the buds were suckled and the special breast fluid drawn out, the girl felt no discomfort but rather enjoyed the unusual pleasure, moaning happily while her passage continuously contracted in massage.
Each pull of his mouth sent a corresponding, dizzying pulse of pleasure straight to her core, making her clench around him in rhythmic spasms.
Though Akino tried hard to suppress wanton cries, the sensitivity of her buds kept stimulating her brain, causing involuntary streams of moans to escape her lips intermittently.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back the torrent of filth she felt building in her throat, but it was a losing battle.
Through her slightly parted lips, one could glimpse her small, glistening tongue. These lewd moans made the naturally reserved girl feel increasingly ashamed.
That tiny, wet tongue darted out to lick her lips, a nervous, turned-on gesture that betrayed her true feelings.
Yet from beginning to end, she accommodated Haruto's movements without showing any signs of coercion.
Her hips rose to meet his every thrust, a silent, eager consent that drove him wild.
At this moment, Akino was simply a high school girl flushed and aroused from Haruto's nursing, utterly wanton.
She was his, completely and totally, a creature of pure sensation.
After all, as an eroge heroine with such special constitution, appearing this licentious under Haruto's dual cultivation abilities was only natural.
Her body was built for this, designed for pleasure, and he was the key that had unlocked its full, depraved potential.
Haruto glanced at the time before gripping the girl's slender waist, his thick, fiery dragon plunging fiercely into the tender, narrow flesh walls, scraping against the seductive meat lining the passage in all directions.
His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers leaving faint red marks on her pale skin as he angled her for a deeper, more devastating penetration.
When little Haruto's head struck the sensitive, delicate entrance to her flower chamber, Akino immediately released a cry of joyful pleasure, her previously shy expression instantly transforming into one of seduction.
The sound she made was one of pure, unadulterated shock and ecstasy, a high-pitched wail as he found a place deep inside her she never knew existed.
"It's so big?~~ It's so deep inside~~~ You're hitting my cervix?~~ So happy!!"
As Haruto's deep thrusts continued, the girl's mind was instantly overwhelmed by pleasure, her rationality shattered as if struck by a massive dragon, leaving only primal lust consuming her thoughts. Tilting her head back, she could see on the television screen Haruto's enormous member relentlessly plowing and working her honeyed passage.
The obscene sight of her own stretched, glistening pink flesh trying to sheath his monstrous thickness was the most arousing thing she had ever seen.
The rhythmic "slap slap slap" sounds reached her ears, and the images on the screen seemed to project directly into Akino's eyes. Staring at that lethal dragon, tiny hearts surfaced in the girl's gaze.
Her mind broke. There was no more academy goddess, no more shame, only a deep, all-consuming need for this cock.
Haruto's repeated impacts against Akino's delicate core resembled rain violently beating against plantain leaves as he maintained a frantic piston-like motion.
The spot he was hammering into bloomed with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, a blinding white heat that erased the world.
The flower palace experiencing its first taste of carnal pleasure naturally couldn't withstand Haruto's relentless assault. Soon the girl was overcome with ecstasy - eyes rolling back, breathing rapid, tears and mucus flowing uncontrollably.
Her body was no longer her own, convulsing and seizing, a vessel overflowing with sensation.
Her charming face showed no trace of its former innocence and elegance. Two snowy mounds on her chest swayed violently while translucent fluids splattered everywhere.
She was a mess, a beautiful, debauched mess, and the sight of her complete surrender pushed Haruto closer to his own edge.
"Ohhh~ So good?~ So incredible! Haruto's... Haruto's cock... it's so hot?~ It's going to... going to... fuck me to death?~ Wuuu~~~ Haruto, no... don't go easy on me... just like this, just like this, fuck me to death brutally???!"
Hearing this, Haruto, who had initially intended to be gentler, accelerated again to satisfy the girl's desperate craving.
Her words were a catalyst, burning away the last of his restraint. He became a machine of pure fucking, his only goal to push her further, break her harder.
"Yes~ Haruto... Haruto's cock is too... too amazing?! So hard and hot~ It's... it's going to penetrate right into my soul?~ My mind is filled with nothing but Haruto's cock now???~~~ Ohhhh!"
The girl's beautiful eyes widened, her small mouth opened with tongue protruding, her entire body arching upward violently. Her jade-like back, previously pressed against the desk, lifted high while her slender legs kicked forward forcefully, sending one hanging high-heeled sandal flying. Her delicate feet first splayed wide before curling tightly, the arches tensing to near-cramping intensity.
It was the posture of a woman being utterly destroyed by pleasure, her body contorting in a climax so violent it looked like a seizure.
"Ahhh~~~ I'm cumming, I'm cumming???~"
Her passionate cries transformed her originally pleasant voice into something bewitchingly sensual. Meanwhile, two snow-white peaks began continuously secreting moisture, their intoxicating fragrance permeating the air, compelling Haruto to bite down on Akino's buds again, continuing to suckle.
He drank from her as she came, the sweet fluid flooding his mouth as her inner walls flooded his shaft with her release.
In the throes of climax, the girl's consciousness blurred, her delicate body trembling instinctively. The accumulated fluids in her breasts shook with each tremor, occasionally releasing drops of warm transparent liquid.
She was a fountain of pleasure, overflowing from every part of her, and he was there to catch every drop.
Seeing the girl still lost in passion, Haruto continued driving his dragon forward, his hip movements uninterrupted even as Akino drifted toward unconsciousness.
He wasn't done with her. He would fuck her through this climax and into the next, until she was nothing but a limp, sobbing, satisfied heap beneath him.
The relentless penetration tore through the girl's sensitive flesh, rubbing against tender petals, creating continuous squelching sounds at their joined intimacy while copious white cream was squeezed from her entrance.
The sounds were obscene, a wet, messy symphony that testified to the brutal, beautiful act of their joining. He was claiming her, marking her, and her body accepted every part of him.
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