Chapter 487: Yura Tsubasa
Yura Tsubasa faithfully carried out Haruto's demands - aside from her slightly parted lips emitting embarrassing sounds, she made no additional movements at all.
While she was enduring Haruto's guidance, Meguri Tomoe on the other side wasn't faring any better.
The apartment's soundproofing was average to begin with, and with Haruto and Yura Tsubasa making no effort to restrain themselves, not only could Meguri Tomoe hear every word of their conversation in the living room, but she could now clearly hear all their interactions in the bedroom as well.
Though Meguri Tomoe had some theoretical knowledge about intimate matters between men and women, she had never experienced them firsthand.
Hearing the heavy breathing of her close friend and roommate, she began to feel a growing warmth spreading throughout her own body.
The sensation of hearing it happen in real life, right next door, was entirely different from watching it in videos.
Even these faint sounds alone were enough to make Meguri Tomoe's legs feel weak, and her Garden was already becoming moist.
However, no one was paying attention to her feelings at the moment. Both Haruto and Yura Tsubasa were completely immersed in their first intimate encounter with each other.
Under Haruto's forceful and wild guidance, Yura Tsubasa's delicate face gradually flushed red, and the little Garden between her legs began to feel increasingly itchy.
But since Haruto had forbidden her from moving, Yura Tsubasa didn't even dare to shift her thighs.
"Master~"
Watching Yura Tsubasa's trembling body, Haruto smiled faintly behind her. She truly was a 'pet' worth educating...
Continue, intensify the efforts!
With both hands working in tandem, he gripped each plump cheek of her buttocks and began kneading them freely.
As expected of the ace of the gymnastics club, the supple flesh was simply exquisite! He could play with it for a year without getting bored.
The crystal-clear snow moistens the meatball, perfectly showcasing its roundness, looking just like a ripe peach—firm, full, and overflowing with sweet, juicy nectar, making one crave a bite to feel satisfied.
Well, though it felt a bit perverted, it was completely understandable for a man to be a little perverted.
Haruto licked his lips and was about to take a bite when his kneading hands suddenly trembled, as if an electric current had surged from his palms and spread through every cell in his body.
Almost at the same moment, a stream of warm fluid suddenly shot out from Yura Tsubasa's little Garden, splashing directly onto his face.
Caught off guard, Haruto was drenched from head to face.
Haruto hadn't expected Yura Tsubasa to be so sensitive that merely caressing her would make her squirt.
"Ah! Master!"
"Master... I'm sorry, Yisha... I... Haa..."
"What a lewd body you have..."
Haruto grabbed a bedsheet to wipe himself. Well, this was good—what little psychological restraint he had left was now completely gone.
Though the maiden's nectar was fragrant and warm, with no unpleasant odor, being drenched like this still left Haruto somewhat displeased.
"Master?"
Under Yura Tsubasa's puzzled gaze, Haruto directly bit down on her plump, rounded buttocks.
Yura Tsubasa let out a sharp cry but didn't dare to move an inch.
Hmph! This is your punishment!
The bite was a bit harsh, and though it was meant as punishment, Haruto began to feel a pang of regret.
Hesitating for a moment, he reached out and gently rubbed the spot he had bitten. Then, for some reason, he began to softly lick it with his tongue, just as he had done earlier on Yura Tsubasa's slender neck—only now, he was tending to her little bottom.
At the same time, his hands continued to knead and squeeze incessantly, while his tongue traced the soft, rounded curves.
Starting from the far right, he first licked along the edge of the snowy, plump buttocks, then licked again. Hmm, this area is particularly tender...
So be it—just open his mouth and take it in.
Haruto continuously sucked on Yura Tsubasa's soft, snow-white bottom, licking back and forth, producing an intensely lewd, wet sound.
Yura Tsubasa's breathing grew increasingly rapid, her entire body trembling uncontrollably, all the while still calling out "Master, Master" in a pitiful voice.
Though her tone sounded pitiful, it was clear from her voice that she was growing more and more excited.
Haruto kept licking, exhaling warm breaths that sprayed onto Yura Tsubasa's soft buttocks.
Yura Tsubasa felt both ashamed and furious, yet an indescribable sense of pleasure welled up inside her.
Under Haruto's persistent licking, Yura Tsubasa slowly, involuntarily let out muffled moans. Her small mouth gradually shifted from a tone of pleading and begging to one of alluring, craving calls, her exquisitely beautiful face flushing with an enticing peach blossom hue.
The licking continued, slowly cleaning one tender cheek. Passing by the moist little Garden in the middle, Haruto deliberately avoided it.
Next was the other side, but simply licking again felt too monotonous. This time, he decided to use suction.
Yura Tsubasa's bottom was firm and taut, yet remarkably elastic—a gentle pinch could lift a generous handful.
Haruto first grabbed a large portion with his hand, opened his mouth, and sucked hard.
Yura Tsubasa clenched her teeth, gripping the bedsheet tightly. A mix of slight pain and itching sensations spread across her buttocks, and before she knew it, tears welled up in her eyes.
Not tears of sorrow or anger, but tears of overwhelming stimulation, pleasure, and happiness.
Squelch, squelch, squelch~~~ Hah, gulp, squelch, squelch, squelch~~ Squelch, squelch.
"Mmm... Master~~"
As the last spot was finished, Haruto slowly stood up and stretched his back.
Yura Tsubasa let out a heavy sigh, lying face down on the bed as she took deep, steadying breaths.
"Master~ Hah... Is it over now? May I...?"
"Huh? Yisha, have you forgotten something?"
"What is it? Master, are you going to continue? Ah! Could it be? No, Master, that place is dirty—please don't do that!"
"It's fine, it's very clean. I've already checked. It seems you washed thoroughly earlier."Ugh—"
Yura Tsubasa couldn't utter any words of rebuttal. Though she hadn't expected Haruto to start so soon, she had indeed cleaned herself carefully during her bath.
Aside from the mysterious, alluring little Garden, Yura Tsubasa's beautiful legs certainly couldn't be overlooked.
Thanks to years of gymnastics practice, her legs were incredibly slender and long. Adorned with thin white stockings, they glowed with the warm, ivory-like luster under the light, making anyone who saw them salivate.
Now, with Yura Tsubasa lying prone on the bed, completely defenseless, Haruto glanced at that enchanting entrance and, after a moment's thought, decided to save it for last.
So, now it was time for the white-stockinged legs.
In Yura Tsubasa's current position, her captivating legs were fully exposed. Haruto slowly brought his face close to the space between her thighs.
Even though he had played with many beautiful legs before, each time felt as thrilling and exciting as the first time he had been intimate with a girl.
The moment he pressed against them, a sweet, fragrant scent wafted over him.
Due to excitement, Yura Tsubasa broke into a fine sweat, but it carried no unpleasant odor. Instead, it amplified her natural body fragrance.
Hmm. Haruto reached out to remove the elegant high heels from her delicate feet, then began gently caressing from the toes upward.
The tips of her toes, the instep, the soles, then the taut and slender calves, rounded knees, tender hollows behind the knees, all the way to the front, left, back, and right sides of her thighs.
Compared to other areas, the thighs possessed the most abundant soft flesh, exceptionally smooth and sensitive.
Finally, Haruto's hands paused precisely at the boundary of her absolute territory. With thumbs and index fingers forming a V-shape, he framed her thighs, aligning with the upper edge of that sacred zone. He began kneading in rhythmic circles—left, right, left again, right again—savoring every sensation.
After thoroughly exploring both legs, young Haruto was nearly at his bursting point.
Having deliberately avoided Yura Tsubasa's Garden until now, her pent-up desire had similarly reached its peak.
Were it not for her lingering shred of rationality and Haruto's dominant presence, she might have surrendered to impulse and pinned him down beneath her.
Seizing the final moments of restraint, Haruto began his ultimate appreciation of Yura Tsubasa's sheer-stocking-clad legs.
He had her part her legs slightly before lying back between them, positioning his head beneath her thighs.
Without underwear obstructing the view, her Garden was fully visible—glistening with each tremulous pulse, dripping with viscous moisture.
Yura Tsubasa's thighs were plump yet perfectly proportioned. Tracing the edges of her stockings with his tongue, accompanied by her subtle fragrance, filled Haruto with profound satisfaction.
Yura Tsubasa whimpered tremulously, never having imagined such intimacy could occur.
But Haruto paid no mind to her reactions now—time was of the essence.
Breathing in the intoxicating scent between her thighs, Haruto gazed at the shimmering stream above him before nuzzling his cheek against the soft flesh. Cradling her thighs with both hands, he resumed his tender ministrations.
His tongue traveled upward from her knees, painting silvery trails along the path until reaching the stocking tops. Tilting his head slightly, he retraced the path with his tongue, ensuring no inch remained unexplored.
After licking came sucking. Haruto held the fleshy thigh, opening his mouth to savor it carefully with gentle pressure, avoiding leaving marks that would affect its aesthetic appeal.
Haruto preferred the inner thigh—a more intimate area that offered a unique flavor when licked.
Yura Tsubasa's eyes were now hazy with desire, her skin glistening with fragrant sweat. The inner thigh was a sensitive spot for many women, and she was no exception. Trembling as she endured, the little Garden between her thighs was already flooded, slowly trickling down her leg, adding an exquisite seasoning to Haruto's tasting journey.
After this delicious sampling, Haruto's guidance was finally about to enter its main phase.
Little Haruto was already furious, pointing straight at Yura Tsubasa's trembling, crimson little Garden.
Haruto slowly pressed against Yura Tsubasa's back, using his hand to guide the fiery, rigid Little Haruto, teasing and grinding at the entrance of Yura Tsubasa's Flower path.
"Yisha, you performed very well just now. Come on, are you ready? This is the final step of the guidance."
"Mmm, Master... come in, Yisha wants it..."
Haruto smiled faintly, spreading his legs to trap Yura Tsubasa's legs between them, using his hands to press her thighs tightly together, creating a delightful thigh gap.
"Master... faster... ah."
Aiming at the small gap, Haruto thrust his hips forward, his fiery dragon breaking through the soft flesh and plunging deep.
"Ah, hiss... so good."
"Eh, Master, not there."
"No, no, it's right here."
"Master~"
"It's not time yet. There's still half an hour until tomorrow, so be good and keep your legs tight."
Yura Tsubasa bit her lip and glanced at the time, wanting to cry out her deepest desires but ultimately submitting to Haruto's authority, obediently tightening her plump, delicate white silk-clad legs.
The bare Little Haruto arched upward forcefully as Haruto gripped her waist, thrusting in and out continuously, pressing tightly against Yura Tsubasa's damp petals.
The friction of flesh against flesh sent electric shocks through her, making her moan incessantly. Her snow-white bottom swayed involuntarily to the rhythm, causing her tender petals and the fiery Little Haruto to rub against each other relentlessly.
The sensitive dragonhead grinding against her slippery, delicate petals created an extraordinary pleasure that made every pore on Haruto's body open wide.
Though the flesh between the thighs wasn't as soft and moist as the walls of the Flower path, it had a psychological bonus.
For those who adored beautiful legs, these exquisite silk-clad legs were no less thrilling than actual intercourse—perhaps even more exhilarating.
He couldn't stop, completely unable to halt. The stream overflowing from the little Garden drenched both Yura Tsubasa's and Haruto's thighs at their joining point, slowly soaking into the bedsheet.
Seeing the shadow that had already spread across nearly half of her plump, upturned bottom, such a volume of fluid was unbearably exciting.
"Ah... Master, this feels so good too, oh..."
"Hiss, ah... this is... really great... ah..."
Yura Tsubasa's backward thrusts grew increasingly intense. Haruto gradually ceased active effort, slowly lying on her back, pressing his full weight onto her.
His left hand reached under her swaying ample breasts, kneading them freely, while his right hand gripped her delicate face, pulling it upward, his ring finger inserted into her mouth.
Yura Tsubasa began greedily sucking like a child given candy, arching her back and thrusting her waist backward. One unrestrained white rabbit bounced up and down.
"Master~ I want it, come inside, please, Master... Ah..."
Without waiting for the midnight bell to toll, Yura Tsubasa finally couldn't hold back any longer and actively begged.
Haruto felt it was about time too. First, he used his right hand to dig into Yura Tsubasa's already overflowing Garden, then positioned his hard, burning Haruto against her petals before thrusting forcefully with his hips.
"Squelch—"
The thick Haruto smoothly spread open Yura Tsubasa's tender petals. Riding on the already abundant nectar, it plunged in completely, leaving no gap.
Perhaps because they had teased for too long this time, although it was Yura Tsubasa's first time and her Flower path remained extremely tight, she didn't feel much pain.
A small amount of red blood, diluted by the transparent nectar, turned pale pink and slowly flowed out mixed with the sticky honeyed fluid.
Haruto knew she had endured for a long time, and this quasi-violent approach made this somewhat masochistic, beautiful JK girl unbearably excited.
Seeing that Yura Tsubasa showed little sign of pain, Haruto began to experiment with movement.
However, it was still too tight. Forcing it might cause Yura Tsubasa some discomfort.
"Yisha, relax."
"Mmm, Master, it feels so good, move faster..."
"I could move, but if you clamp down this tightly, I'm afraid you'll get hurt."
Noticing Yura Tsubasa still lost in ecstatically swaying her hips, Haruto propped himself up and slapped her snow-white, perky buttocks.
"Smack!"
"Relax!"
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
"Ugh... Master, I understand... Ugh, Master, hit me more..."
Sigh, truly hopeless...
The flesh walls gradually loosened. Though still incredibly tight, at least there was no need to worry about injuring her anymore.
Haruto gripped Yura Tsubasa's full buttocks, retracted his waist, slowly pulled Haruto out, then thrust back in. The room instantly echoed with wet, squelching sounds.
Yura Tsubasa, now completely numb, couldn't help but scramble her hands across the bed. With knees on the floor and thighs naturally spread apart, she instinctively thrust her plump rear backward, making the wet, soft narrow Flower path more accessible for Haruto's thrusts.
The Haruto tightly enveloped by tender flesh quickened its pace again. Yura Tsubasa's buttocks continuously arched backward to match his rhythm, sticky threads of fluid oozing from their tightly joined area.
After a while, Haruto grew somewhat bored and lazily draped himself over her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist while changing to a more comfortable position to continue thrusting.
Suddenly, he discovered that with each insertion he could feel a distinct bulge in Yura Tsubasa's lower abdomen, which disappeared upon withdrawal...
This discovery filled Haruto with a sense of accomplishment and proud satisfaction. Desire surged again as he began rapidly thrusting with great force.
"Ugh... Master... Yisha... can't take it anymore... Ugh..."
Abruptly, the layered tender flesh of the Flower path contracted spasmodically. From deep within the Hanamiya, a hot gush rapidly sprayed forth, drenching the tip of Haruto.
Haruto cautiously ceased movement, observing whether Yura Tsubasa would continue squirting.
Though blocked by Haruto, if she truly had a squirting incontinence, it might still splash onto his face.
Having already been drenched in honey-like fluids before was one thing, but Haruto definitely didn't want to actually get urinated on, even if it was from a youthful and cute JK beauty.
The intense climax didn't leave Yura Tsubasa with any sense of fatigue. After the pleasure subsided, her inner walls remained incredibly tight, firmly locking Haruto in place to prevent him from pulling out.
"Haa… Master… continue, Yisha still wants more… Keep going… Master."
"Didn't you just climax?"
"It's fine, Master, Yisha still wants… Faster…"
Since Yura Tsubasa said so, and he himself hadn't had his fill yet—not to mention the dual cultivation wasn't fully complete—of course, he chose to continue.
Haruto began thrusting more vigorously, his thick shaft moving in and out of her flower path like a piston.
Watching the two pink petals at the girl's crotch flip in and out with each movement of Haruto, such an enchanting sight made his member, moving within her tight garden, appear even more imposing.
"Mmm… Master, deeper, to the left, yes… right there, so good… Again…"
This really…
Faced with Yura Tsubasa's continuous, high-pitched moans, Haruto felt a bit challenged. Steadying his stance and gripping her perky buttocks, he accelerated again, plunging freely into her moist, tight, pink garden.
The sound of Haruto's lower abdomen slapping against Yura Tsubasa's snow-white buttocks—'pat, pat, pat'—blended with the wet sounds of their union—'squelch, squelch, squelch'—creating a passionate symphony.