Chapter 122: Foot Fetish Freak...
The busty older sister arched her head back, her delicate, slender feet tensed and lifted, her entire body curving into an arch centered around her waist and hips under the intense stimulation.
"Plap plap plap plap!!!"
Haruto pressed firmly against the lowest point of the arch, releasing a torrent of scorching essence into Kalawarna's distorted flower palace, instantly swelling her flat abdomen into a rounded shape like a flood.
As the dual cultivation session came to a perfect end, the blue-haired, busty older sister trembled uncontrollably, her beautiful eyes rolling back. The magical energy within her body circulated on its own through the exchange of their fluids, and the life energy in her abdomen continuously replenished her depleted stamina.
Haruto lay atop Kalawarna's tall, voluptuous figure, one hand gently caressing her smooth, jade-like skin while the other pinched her delicate chin, turning her beautiful face to meet his in a kiss.
After about five minutes, Kalawarna pushed herself up with some regret. "Sorry, I still couldn't break through..."
"If once isn't enough, then twice. Consider it helping you replenish your stamina," Haruto said with a laugh. "Since we're stuck here with nothing to do, we might as well cultivate a few more times."
A blush spread across the fair, delicate face of the blue-haired, busty older sister, and she nodded shyly.
"Warna, how are you feeling now?" Yuuma and Mittelt asked, observing Kalawarna's flushed complexion.
Although dual cultivation could replenish stamina, it wasn't quite the same as eating or drinking. If Haruto hadn't exercised restraint, Kalawarna might have expended more energy than she gained.
Of course, as their strength grew, the effects of dual cultivation would also intensify, eventually allowing for a net gain in energy. Even the most strenuous positions would only exhaust an ordinary person's stamina.
Even without the ability for dual cultivation, divine-level experts could engage in such activities indefinitely, as their magical and physical energy consumption could be fully replenished by their innate recovery abilities.
"Much better than before. Although I still feel quite hungry, it doesn't affect my normal activities," Kalawarna replied, curling up in Haruto's embrace, her face filled with happiness and satisfaction. Her fiery, tall figure—even taller than Haruto's—seemed somewhat mismatched with her current posture.
Yet, this contrast excited Haruto, and the dragon stood tall once more, pressing tightly against a pair of smooth, pale, and perfectly rounded legs.
Gazing at these astonishingly long, straight, and beautiful legs, Haruto couldn't help but say, "Warna, how about trying on some black sheer stockings? Or even pure cotton thigh-highs? I think they'd suit you perfectly."
Compared to breasts, he actually preferred long legs. Though not to the obsessive extent of the Breast Dragon Emperor or Butt Dragon Emperor's fixation on specific body parts, when he saw a beautiful girl, the first thing he noticed was definitely those lovely legs.
Under Haruto's intense gaze, the blue-haired, busty older sister subconsciously squeezed her legs together, blushing with embarrassment and annoyance as she said, "No, stockings tear easily during battle, and they're too hot to wear in summer."
"What a shame..." Haruto said with genuine regret as he caressed the smooth, delicate legs. "Legs this long with such perfect proportions are truly rare."
Seeing Haruto's seemingly sincere expression, Kalawarna couldn't help but ask, "Do you really want to see me wear them that much?"
"Of course! Just imagining that scene makes me feel like I can't hold back. If you actually wore them, I could finish three times from these legs alone."
"Pervert... Do you really like my legs that much?" Kalawarna tightened her beautiful legs around the heated dragon, calling him a pervert while secretly making a mental note about the stockings.
"And you call this perverted?... Actually, I really like cute, pretty little feet too."
As he spoke, Haruto had already begun rubbing his dragon against the slippery inner thighs while grabbing her slender, pale, delicate feet with both hands to play with them.
His fondness for beautiful feet was no less than his love for lovely legs. However, compared to small hands and mouths, using delicate feet for pleasure placed higher demands on the girl.
Skilled foot techniques weren't something that could be easily practiced.
Moreover, due to the nature of dual cultivation, he basically always released inside. If he really started playing with those exquisite feet, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself and would waste his essence on them again and again.
To be honest, after releasing inside so many times, Haruto sometimes genuinely felt bored, especially now that dual cultivation no longer provided any improvement to his strength.
But using other body parts basically only brought pleasure to himself.
Haruto was still considerate of his women, so he rarely used his dragon to play with their delicate feet and beautiful legs.
On the other hand, not everyone had legs and feet as perfect as Kalawarna's perfect long legs and slender, exquisite feet.
All the women had vaguely noticed Haruto's preferences, during every dual cultivation session, his gaze lingered most on their beautiful legs and feet.
"Foot fetishist pervert..."
The blue-haired, busty older sister blushed and lightly spat out the words, but her long, straight beautiful legs and smooth, warm delicate feet became increasingly cooperative with Haruto's movements.
Just as the two showed signs of starting another round, the maid who had been watching with burning desire forcibly squeezed her way in.
"Warna, you rest for a while. Let me deal with Master first."
At some point, whenever it came time for cultivation, Mittelt would start calling Haruto "Master." Though it was just roleplay, during every dual cultivation session she acted more like a real maid than an actual maid.
No matter how excessive Haruto's demands were, she would fulfill them with all her might. Even when already pleasured to the point of dizziness, as long as she could still move, her petite, tender body would continuously crave Haruto, never stopping until she was completely exhausted.
At first, Haruto had been somewhat afraid of breaking her, but he couldn't resist Mittelt's active seduction. Nearly every part of this lovely, cute body, inside and out, had been stained with white turbid.
Kalawarna wanted to refuse, but her limp body told her she really needed to rest first.
"Fine... but you have to save Haruto's essence for me..."
Mittelt: [?_??]
Kalawarna turned her head away, avoiding Mittelt's confused gaze, and whispered, "You see... I really need to replenish my energy right now... and anyway, you'll get to enjoy it too..."
A shiver of anticipation ran down Kalawarna's spine. She could feel the heat radiating from Haruto's body, a tantalizing promise of the power she so desperately craved. Her own core clenched with a familiar, empty ache, knowing she would have to wait just a little longer.
"So you want me to pull out right before master is about to climax and finish inside you instead!"
Mittelt glared at her angrily, then her face suddenly flushed red. This kind of play was so perverted, but it felt incredibly exciting.
The explicit image flashed in her mind, vivid and depraved. To be used as a vessel, to have her own climax interrupted only to be filled with his essence… the sheer vulgarity of it made her skin tingle and a fresh wave of her own slickness to gather between her thighs.
"Never mind, considering you got dragged into this because of me this time... mmm... hnn..."
Her feeble protest was swallowed not just by his length, but by her own surging desire. Any resolve to be angry melted away, replaced by a single, primal need to feel him, to taste him, to be utterly consumed by him.
The dragon blocked the opening and closing little mouth, and the cute blonde maid's words turned into intermittent moans halfway through.
Her throat worked around him, a tight, wet channel of pure submission. Every muffled gasp and gurgle was a symphony of her surrender, a sound that made Haruto's control fray at the edges.
"It's settled then. After Warna breaks through, I'll give you as much as you want."
He punctuated his promise with a deep, deliberate thrust into the back of her throat, making her eyes water. The taste of him was overwhelming, a heady, salty prelude to what was to come, and she found herself craving more.
Haruto said this while moving his purplish-red dragon head in and out between the pink lips.
Mittelt wanted to say something, but her pink little tongue was firmly pressed down by the dragon. Even with her mouth open to its limit, she could only produce unclear moans. After several attempts, she gave up completely and instead began removing her maid uniform.
Her fingers, clumsy with need, fumbled with the buttons of her dress. The fabric felt like a prison, an unbearable barrier between her skin and his. She needed to feel the air on her flesh, needed his hands on her without anything in between.
When her charming, adorable body was completely exposed to view, Haruto slowly pulled out the dragon glistening with saliva, then picked up Mittelt. Pressing the heated dragon head against her petals, lubricated by both saliva and honey, he went straight to the stomach in one thrust.
The moment of penetration was a blinding shock of pure, undiluted pleasure. Her head fell back, a silent scream caught in her throat as she was stretched and filled in one perfect, devastating motion. She felt so full, so complete, the initial sting vanishing into a consuming inferno of sensation.
The moment he entered, he felt intense pleasure traveling up his spine to his brain. The young girl's tender flower path felt like layered peaks inside, with her small flower palace tightly wrapping around the dragon head, the tiny palace entrance perfectly constricting the dragon's neck.
Her inner walls were a velvet vise, rippling and clenching around him in a desperate, rhythmic welcome. It was a tight, wet heat that threatened to milk his very soul from his body with every heartbeat.
Having held back with Kalawarna earlier, Haruto could finally unleash himself completely this time without restraint.
A guttural groan ripped from his chest. All pretense of gentleness was abandoned, replaced by a raw, animalistic drive to claim, to dominate, to pour every ounce of his being into her willing body.
Holding the girl's slender waist with both hands, he lifted her onto his hips and began thrusting continuously, as if using a human-shaped masturbation sleeve.
Her small, lithe body was nothing but a perfect, pliable instrument of his pleasure, and hers. Each powerful lift and drop drove him deeper, the angle hitting spots within her that made her see stars.
Squelching sounds of wetness constantly echoed as honey splashed out with each movement of the dragon. Mittelt wrapped her arms around Haruto's neck, her long, beautiful legs tightly clamping around his waist. Far from feeling ashamed of this degrading position, she grew increasingly excited.
The lewd, wet sounds of their joining filled the room, a vulgar soundtrack to their passion. With every slap of skin and gush of her nectar, her embarrassment transformed into a fierce, possessive pride. She was the one he was fucking like this; she was the one making him lose control.
"Ah... master... so amazing?... I'm coming... coming!!!"
The coil of pleasure in her belly snapped, detonating into a supernova that wiped all thought from her mind. It was more than a climax; it was an annihilation of self, a total surrender to the sensation.
The young girl screamed several times, her full chest bouncing like little rabbits, rubbing against Haruto's chest. Her slender waist writhed uncontrollably before her flower heart released a stream of warmth that struck the sensitive dragon head.
*Her inner walls convulsed around him, a series of frantic, fluttering spasms that drenched his shaft in her hot release. The sensation of her climax pulsing against the very tip of his cock was an irresistible trigger, pushing him violently toward his own inevitable peak.