Chapter 489: Redistribution
"…"
Gazing at Yura Tsubasa, whose flushed face had yet to fade, Haruto found himself at a loss for words.
Hunger was, of course, just an excuse. At his current level of strength, eating and sleeping were merely habits or preferences.
He had hoped to use mealtime as a break for Yura Tsubasa, fearing she might lose her mind from overindulgence.
But now, before they had even left the bed, she was already planning what came after eating, leaving Haruto momentarily stunned.
Should he not have held back earlier and taught her a harsh lesson instead?
After studying Yura Tsubasa's lovely face for a while, Haruto ultimately couldn't bear to reduce this sexy, busty beauty into a mindless, lust-driven plaything. He had to find another way.
Living room.
Haruto sat at the dining table, savoring cumin steak piece by piece, while Yura Tsubasa cheerfully grilled more steak beside him.
Grilled steak was naturally the top choice for a late-night snack. Moreover, Haruto had always been fond of meat, especially when it was fried or grilled, so he saw no need to trouble Yura Tsubasa with preparing other dishes.
Bite by bite, Haruto watched Yura Tsubasa's retreating figure while silently pondering how to persuade her.
"The field never wears out, only the ox dies from exhaustion..."
This saying didn't apply to Haruto.
Once truly aroused, he feared he might lose control and actually break Yura Tsubasa, yet he couldn't admit his own inadequacy.
Never mind whether Yura Tsubasa would believe it - even if she did, Haruto could never bring himself to say such words.
"Master, the amount you requested has all been grilled. Shall I prepare a few more pieces?"
While Haruto was lost in thought, Yura Tsubasa slowly approached carrying three steaks.
They had just finished bathing, yet this tempting little enchantress wore nothing but a light pink apron.
The classic naked apron play.
Though it was meant to be a naked apron, she had deliberately worn stockings and high heels to stimulate Haruto.
After finishing the steak, Haruto leaned back and simply watched Yura Tsubasa clear the dishes.
Even though there was another person in the house, he never expected Yura Tsubasa to be so bold. Was she completely unconcerned about being seen by Meguri Tomoe, or was she certain that Meguri would never leave her room?
Now Yura Tsubasa moved about the kitchen completely exposed - white stockings with high heels, a small pinkish-white apron, and little Haruto had already risen again.
Haruto's eyes fixed on Yura Tsubasa's exquisite back, particularly the mysterious absolute territory above her white stockings.
Yura Tsubasa's thighs were plump and incredibly comfortable to knead.
Haruto also adored her slender waist - with every thrust, he could clearly see the path of little Haruto's invasion.
That sensation provided immense satisfaction, never growing old no matter how many times experienced, exciting him every time he saw it.
When Yura Tsubasa bent over to place plates in the cupboard, Haruto stood behind her, her little garden clearly exposed to the air and visible to his eyes.
Yura Tsubasa was deliberately seducing him, of course. She had noticed Haruto's hesitation, probably guessing it was for her benefit, but she felt completely capable of handling it.
As for becoming a fleece ball, she only knew how to seek affection - if it only happened in front of Haruto, she didn't mind at all.
Those tender pink petals glistening with flowing nectar captivated the soul. Haruto found himself staring blankly, his blood surging, little Haruto immediately standing erect, bursting with fury.
Haruto suddenly felt his entire body heating up, his mouth going dry, his heart seeming to stop beating, his breathing growing rapid with excitement.
Just as Haruto nearly lost control and wanted to approach, a lightning bolt flashed through his mind.
That's right! Wasn't there another beautiful maiden here waiting for attention?!
If they took turns, not only could they avoid going too wild at once and losing reason, but they could also better utilize dual cultivation effects, accelerating their progress in strengthening...
Though they had previously agreed to one person per day, to give both maidens a relatively beautiful first memory.
But looking at the desperately eager Yura Tsubasa, Haruto felt she would certainly agree to this proposal.
Originally limited to one day of pleasure without complete indulgence, but with this allocation method, not only could she enjoy two comfortable days, but also cast aside any concerns.
This calculation - forget Yura Tsubasa, even an elementary school student could solve it.
Lost in his delightful thoughts, Haruto grew intensely excited and suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around Yura Tsubasa from behind, pressing his heated, rigid member against the space between her thighs.
One hand slipped beneath her apron to grasp the weighty fullness of her ample bosom, while the other caressed the smooth, flat plane of her lower abdomen.
"Yisha, let's call Meguri over too. We could do this... and then that..."
Hearing Haruto's suggestion, Yura Tsubasa's eyes lit up, a delighted smile gracing her lovely face.
It was indeed a wonderful idea! But would Meguri Tomoe agree...
Yura Tsubasa immediately turned to face Haruto, eagerly wrapping her arms around his waist as she asked, "Haruto, I'd love that too, but do you think Meguri will agree?"
In her excitement, she even forgot their roleplay.
"Let's just ask her first. At worst, you can beg her a little~"
Haruto chuckled warmly.
He suspected Meguri Tomoe likely yearned for their dual cultivation to begin sooner as well, though she might refuse out of shyness, especially if Yura Tsubasa were involved.
"Mmm..."
Yura Tsubasa bit her lip, casting a coquettish, sidelong glance at Haruto.
Of course she wouldn't say anything like "Why don't you go beg her instead"—after all, this was all being done for her benefit.
Moreover, she couldn't refuse her master's command.
"Then let's do it once first..."
"No, I'm afraid you won't have any energy left afterward."
Haruto cut off Yura Tsubasa's playful attempt to initiate intimacy. His concern about her lacking energy was merely an excuse—what he truly feared was her getting carried away and continuing until she completely broke down.
"Wuu..."
Yura Tsubasa puffed out her cheeks, shooting Haruto a somewhat resentful look, but obediently went to knock on the door.
In the bedroom, Meguri Tomoe's face was flushed crimson as one small hand, imagining the sounds she'd overheard earlier, slid beneath her panties.
The sudden knock on the door startled her, but as she collected herself, a peculiar sense of anticipation washed over her.
Could it be that Haruto had grown impatient and wanted her now?
She hadn't heard the conversation between Haruto and Yura Tsubasa in the living room. Although the soundproofing was mediocre, normal talking couldn't be heard unless one intentionally eavesdropped.
Earlier, it was only because Yura Tsubasa's cries were so exaggerated—not because Meguri had meant to listen in.
"Meguri, are you asleep?"
The voice outside the door belonged to her friend Yura Tsubasa, not Haruto.
Meguri felt both relief and a tinge of disappointment, though curiosity quickly took over.
Judging by the earlier pause in activity, the two should have rested for a while and would likely resume soon. Why would Yura Tsubasa come to see her now?
Puzzled but compliant, Meguri adjusted her breathing and replied, "Yisha, is something wrong? I'm still awake."
Truthfully, even if she wanted to sleep, she couldn't...
The commotion next door had been so intense, with Yura Tsubasa's continuous moans and gasps stirring restless thoughts within her.
Of course, even someone as bold as Meguri wouldn't dare voice such things aloud.
"May I come in? There's something I'd like to discuss with you..."
After a moment's thought, Yura Tsubasa decided this matter should be discussed privately—talking through the door felt too awkward.
"Oh, sure, the door's unlocked. Come in..."
Meguri blinked in surprise, answering instinctively.
Immediately, she regretted it. She usually locked her door—why had she left it unlocked precisely when Haruto was here?
As expected, Yura Tsubasa seemed to have the same thought, glancing back at Haruto with a hint of amusement before pushing the door open.
Haruto didn't eavesdrop on the two girls' conversation, quietly waiting in the living room.
Soon, within just a few minutes, Yura Tsubasa pushed the door open and came out, but Meguri Tomoe didn't follow.
"What's... didn't little Meguri agree?"
Seeing Yura Tsubasa's strange expression, Haruto asked.
"She agreed." Yura Tsubasa said somewhat displeased: "But she has a condition..."
"What condition?" This time it was Haruto's turn to be curious.
"She doesn't want to be together, she wants you to run back and forth between the two rooms..."
"That's all? No problem at all."
"I haven't finished yet."
Yura Tsubasa said angrily: "She also said that I already had my turn earlier, and since we've just bathed, if we're going to take turns equally, then it should be her turn next..."
"Uh..."
Haruto somewhat understood why Yura Tsubasa was upset. After waiting for so long, having to wait even longer was indeed frustrating.
But Meguri Tomoe had a point - the rest depended on Yura Tsubasa's own decision.
Actually, Meguri Tomoe in the bedroom was also feeling somewhat shy.
In the heat of the moment, she had blurted out what was on her mind, making her seem quite lustful.
But she didn't regret it now. Despite her embarrassment, she actually hoped Haruto would come in now for dual cultivation.
Yura Tsubasa hesitated for a while, but finally agreed.
No matter how close their relationship was, some things needed to be clearly accounted for.
As the saying goes, even brothers keep clear accounts.
Sometimes if things aren't clearly calculated, over time it can actually lead to resentment.
Take dual cultivation with Haruto for example - if the order and timing weren't clearly defined, someone would inevitably feel they got less time, leading to unpleasantness.
This approach wasn't without drawbacks either. Over time, Haruto started feeling like this had become his job, having to clock in and out on time every day...
Fortunately, he was his own boss and could take leave or even swap shifts whenever he wanted, giving him much more freedom.
This was probably what people called a happy problem.
"Yisha, wait for me in the room."
With their agreement settled, Haruto didn't delay any longer, getting up and heading toward Meguri Tomoe's bedroom.
Yura Tsubasa was somewhat reluctant to part, but for the happiness of the next two days, she obediently returned to her room.
Grasping the doorknob, Haruto slowly let out a breath.
Maybe it was better not to be in the same room - switching between two completely different personalities would have been troublesome.
One moment being Yura Tsubasa's master, the next becoming the beloved younger beauty that Meguri Tomoe doted on...
Even if Haruto could adjust his mindset, he couldn't guarantee Yura Tsubasa and Meguri Tomoe wouldn't feel awkward.
Being separated like this actually allowed all three of them to be more comfortable.
Click—
The door was pushed open, revealing an incredibly alluring scene to Haruto.
Meguri Tomoe's peach-colored hair was spread messily across the bed, her eyes closed with a desirous expression, one leg dangling off the bedside. With tender, onion-like fingers, she was parting her pink, enticing flower core, continuously digging inside.
Little Haruto immediately jumped up and down. Haruto swallowed hard, unconsciously slowing his breathing as he silently admired the view.
It seemed Meguri Tomoe had known Haruto would come, as she had already started preparing herself.
But her fingers were too slender, and even though the maiden garden was tight, the stimulation she obtained was just so-so.
Hearing Haruto enter, she decisively stopped her hand movements and instead lifted her beautifully stocking-clad foot, deliberately sheathed in black thigh-highs, gradually extending it toward Haruto's direction.
Just as it was about to fully straighten, she deliberately raised her other leg, also adorned in black thigh-highs, crossing them together.
"Haru~to~kun~"
Meguri Tomoe's beautiful large eyes were filled with blazing flames as she tempted him in a provocative tone: "Why are you staring at my legs so intently? If you call me 'onee-san,' I might just let you touch them~~"
As she spoke, her previously crossed legs parted once more, this time directly reaching toward Haruto's crotch, using her nimble toes to pull down his only pair of underwear.
After pushing aside the underwear, she pressed her warm, soft sole—still covered by the black thigh-highs—against the angrily erect little Haruto.
Suddenly feeling a weight on his little Haruto, a wave of pleasure seeped from his marrow into his internal organs. Haruto looked down to find that a beautiful foot had already begun teasing him.
Gazing at this black-stockinged foot, Haruto naturally had no trouble guessing that Meguri Tomoe was already in the mood.
He was a man of his word.
Taking a deep breath, Haruto not only softened his gaze but also made his entire demeanor appear more vulnerable, as if inviting others to bully him.
Moreover, to better cater to Meguri Tomoe's preferences, he even used his instant illusion ability to shrink his figure slightly.
Though he still seemed somewhat more mature than a genuine shota, judging purely by appearance, he could easily pass for a middle school boy of fourteen or fifteen.
"Mmm..."
As Haruto adjusted his state, Meguri Tomoe's breathing noticeably grew more rapid.
"Me... Meguri onee-san..."
With a shuddering sigh of pleasure, Haruto called out Meguri Tomoe's name.
Meguri Tomoe's beautiful eyes remained fixed intently on Haruto as she struggled to contain her delight, maintaining her mature elder sister persona.
The movements of her lovely feet never ceased—after applying several firm pressures along the shaft with her sole, she began teasing the tip of Haruto's little Haruto with her toes.
Then her beautiful foot retreated downward, using her warm sole to gently cup and meticulously rub his jade spheres. The exquisite sensation of the sheer black stockings brushing against the skin of his scrotum made Haruto momentarily speechless.
When he finally regained his composure, he realized he had inadvertently been enjoying Meguri Tomoe's black-stockinged foot service for so long that he hadn't spoken another word after calling her name.
Noticing Meguri Tomoe watching him, Haruto suppressed his urge to command her to go faster and continued playing the role of the junior shota.
"Me... Meguri-nee... what... what do you usually... like to do most...?"
Hearing Haruto's question sent another thrill through Meguri Tomoe's heart. Knowing he was truly willing to play along, her foot service became even more attentive.
Yet she maintained a slightly condescending smile while continuing to rub Haruto's jade spheres with her arch, responding: "What do I like? I suppose I generally enjoy cooking for myself."
"Eh... b-but I've never seen you make bento for me..."
Beads of sweat formed on Haruto's forehead as excitement flushed his face, but he persisted in his role.
Meguri Tomoe's beautiful foot suddenly applied stronger kneading pressure to Haruto's jade spheres, sending waves of pleasurably painful sensations through his body.
She began skillfully manipulating Haruto's twin spheres with her toes, as if deliberately teasing them—constantly stimulating the area with different parts of her exquisite foot while quietly admiring Haruto's flustered state under her assault with a contemptuous smile.
"Ara, though I enjoy cooking, why should I make food for you?"
Faced with Meguri Tomoe's merciless explanation, Haruto found himself at a loss for words—the pleasure was too overwhelming, and even immersive roleplay couldn't help him form coherent responses now.
"You know, Haruto-kun is really quite a hentai~~"
Meguri Tomoe blinked her long, beautiful eyelashes, unaware of how provocative the gesture was—especially for Haruto whose little Haruto was currently under the control of her lovely feet.
"Uu..."
Haruto fully immersed himself in his junior shota role, shyly lowering his head with an expression too embarrassed to respond.
"So, are you admitting you're a pervert?"
Meguri Tomoe said delightedly before applying a series of dozen-plus squeezes to little Haruto with her beautiful foot, pressing her arch against his jade spheres while using her toes to bend and stroke along the shaft.
Ticklish waves of excitement relentlessly assaulted his brain, and just as Meguri Tomoe predicted, Haruto narrowed his eyes and emitted unintelligible moans of pleasure.
"Just as I thought—Haruto-kun is a foot-loving hentai~~"
Her calm tone stated it as indisputable fact, even as the fluids secreted from little Haruto had already soaked through the black stockings between her toes, dampening the fabric.
Even her own toes should have sensed it, yet as if the beautiful feet continuously pleasuring her were someone else's, it did not hinder Meguri Tomoe's sharp tongue in the slightest.
"No... I'm not that kind of person... Please believe me... Tomoe-nee..."
"Ara, could it be that Haruto-kun would do something even more perverted?"
Meguri Tomoe looked at Haruto's embarrassed expression with feigned surprise, yet her beautiful feet never loosened their grip. The toes, now slick with moisture, grew even bolder as they climbed to the tip of little Haruto, grinding against that sensitive spot.
The soles of her beautiful feet wrapped around the shaft, continuously rotating and rubbing around the already fully erect little Haruto with her toes as the center. Even the heels of her beautiful feet occasionally brushed against the jewels, making Haruto's breathing grow increasingly ragged.
"To...moe-nee... your..."
Meguri Tomoe kept stimulating little Haruto with her favorite black-stockinged beautiful feet, leaving Haruto momentarily unable to speak coherently.
Seeing Meguri Tomoe's triumphant expression, Haruto steeled his heart and simply lay back on the bed, putting on a pitiful appearance of being unable to endure the teasing.
Meguri Tomoe was initially somewhat surprised, but upon realizing Haruto was just cooperating in a different way, her beautiful eyes curved into a smile.