Chapter 491: Meguri Tomoe
After Yura Tsubasa's refusal, Meguri Tomoe felt a bit puzzled but mostly exhilarated. Her body was already eagerly anticipating the next step, leaving no room for further inquiry. After a brief pause, she said, "Then... I'll continue. Yisha, you..."
Yura Tsubasa immediately understood the situation. As she exited the room, she thoughtfully closed the door behind her.
Since there were only three of them at home, Haruto and Meguri Tomoe hadn't locked the door during their roleplay, which allowed Yura Tsubasa to easily witness what had just happened.
Watching the slowly closing door, Haruto wanted to stop Yura Tsubasa, but after opening his mouth, he ultimately gave up.
Even though he had now broken free from the restraints, being seen in that situation left him at a loss for how to explain himself.
Or rather, no matter what explanation he offered, it would lack credibility...
Seeing Haruto's frustrated expression, Meguri Tomoe cheerfully pressed closer to him.
"Haruto~ Don't be angry. As compensation, I'll do whatever you say, okay?"
It seemed that all her hidden desires had been released, and Meguri Tomoe no longer wanted to continue the roleplay. Instead, she began to act coquettishly.
Haruto glanced at her sideways without speaking.
He wasn't exactly angry—just feeling somewhat embarrassed and shy.
But with such a perfect opportunity before him, of course he would seize it and take revenge.
"Then go borrow Yisha's apron."
Under Meguri Tomoe's surprised gaze, Haruto slowly continued, "Then change into a clean pair of black stockings. You're not allowed to wear anything else."
The image of an innocent high school girl wearing nothing but an apron paired with classic black stockings...
Just the thought of it excited Haruto. Compared to white stockings with a nude apron, this combination of cuteness and temptation thrilled him even more.
"Uh... okay..."
Meguri Tomoe felt a bit awkward but agreed nonetheless.
If it were just a nude apron, there were several at home, but Haruto specifically requested one that carried Yura Tsubasa's body warmth and scent.
Since Yura Tsubasa had just left, asking Meguri Tomoe to borrow the apron she was wearing was a small act of mischief and petty revenge from Haruto.
...
Before long, Meguri Tomoe returned to the room, her face flushed with shyness.
As instructed by Haruto, she had changed into the apron borrowed from Yura Tsubasa and a brand new pair of black stockings.
Though nothing was exposed from the front, that exact blend of innocence and allure was precisely what Haruto wanted.
Especially those beautiful legs in black stockings, which appeared even more slender and elegant under the loose apron.
Even though he had already enjoyed himself thoroughly earlier, seeing her like this still stirred an urge in Haruto to taste her.
But before he could act on his thoughts, Meguri Tomoe eagerly pinned him to the bed.
Her blushing face drew close. Having held back to her limit earlier when using her feet, her little Garden had already soaked a large part of the bedsheet.
Interrupted by Yura Tsubasa and delayed by changing clothes, Meguri Tomoe now felt like a starved wolf, passionately kissing Haruto's lips, sucking and nibbling on them.
The girl's soft, pink tongue slipped effortlessly into Haruto's mouth, entwining passionately with his. At the same time, she reached down and grabbed Haruto's crotch, and little Haruto fell into Meguri Tomoe's hand.
"Ah, still so hard~ Haruto-kun truly lives up to his reputation!"
"You're not so bad either, little Meguri. Even though it's your first time, you're so proactive."
"Mmm... It's because you were so amazing earlier~ I wanted to repay you a little~"
Meguri Tomoe closed her eyes, wrapping her arms affectionately around Haruto's neck as her cherry lips pressed against his. With fervent passion, she pushed her tongue deep into his mouth, and the two embraced in joyous, wild kissing once more.
The sweet saliva and the exquisite sensation of their intertwined tongues ignited a blazing fire within Haruto's heart.
Forgetting the earlier role-play and awkwardness, he held Meguri Tomoe tightly, kissing her desperately and greedily sucking on her sweet, fragrant nectar.
Meguri Tomoe's movements were passionate and proactive. Her small tongue entwined intimately with Haruto's, stirring fiercely in his mouth as if trying to draw out and devour his very soul.
At the same time, Meguri Tomoe actively lifted her soft, black-silk-clad leg and placed it beside Haruto. Her damp Garden pressed against his lower body, and she gently rubbed her warm, plump inner thighs against the enraged little Haruto.
The two kissed and embraced each other with wild passion, so fervently and so madly that in their small world, only they existed.
There was no morality, no law, nothing to restrain them—only a young man and a young woman yearning for each other.
Their bodies had perfectly merged. With each passionate kiss, they rubbed against each other fervently, as if trying to press themselves into one another.
Meguri Tomoe pressed her soft, full jade peaks against Haruto's chest, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him wildly, letting him suck on her tongue as she plunged it into his mouth.
Haruto leaned against the wall, his hands embracing Meguri Tomoe's back, completely immersed in the pleasure brought by the friction of their skin.
The sensation of her full breasts pressing against his chest and the comfort of their lower abdomens tightly pressed together excited Haruto, making him respond passionately to Meguri Tomoe's kisses.
The apron was merely a prop to arouse desire. Now that the flames of passion burned fiercely, the apron was nothing but an obstacle to their skin-to-skin intimacy.
Tearing it off, they continued their fervent kissing without a word. Haruto caressed Meguri Tomoe's snow-white, full breasts, while Meguri Tomoe soothed the thick, long, and fiery little Haruto.
Their breaths grew increasingly ragged, their heartbeats more intense, as they clung to each other in a tight embrace.
Even earlier, when she had serviced him with her beautiful legs, Meguri Tomoe's Garden had already overflowed. Trickles of honeyed fluid streamed down her straight, plump thighs onto the sheets, shimmering with a seductive glow under the light, as if capturing fragments of this beautiful moment.
Haruto's hand slid slowly from Meguri Tomoe's smooth abdomen to her warm, moist petals. First, he teased her swollen, slick clitoris with his fingers, then slowly inserted his middle finger into her tight flower slit.
After confirming it was sufficiently soft, he gently inserted two fingers together into the pink, beautiful flesh.
Meanwhile, Meguri Tomoe's soft, small hand played swiftly and tenderly with little Haruto, gripping the scorching heat, sometimes lightly twisting the tip, sometimes stroking rapidly...
Whether it was the entanglement of Meguri Tomoe's soft, clove-like tongue in his mouth or the teasing of her warm, small hand between his legs, it made Haruto's blood boil throughout his entire body.
It felt as if centuries had passed before they finally released each other's poor mouths.
If they hadn't let go, their lips would have swollen from kissing.
At that moment, Meguri Tomoe suddenly pounced like a ravenous wolf, pushing Haruto down onto the bed and straddling his lower abdomen in one fluid motion.
Impatiently aligning his thick, rigid length with her already drenched Garden, she relaxed her legs, allowing the roughly three-finger-wide shaft to be completely engulfed—leaving only a distinct bulge visible beneath her lower abdomen.
"Ah...!"
The emptiness and tingling were utterly filled. Overwhelmed by excitement, Meguri Tomoe clung tightly to Haruto's neck, her breath fragrant as she passionately licked his throat.
But the subsequent tearing sensation—a pain as if her body were being split in two—made her cry out uncontrollably.
No matter how thoroughly prepared she had been, even if her protective membrane had been torn during exercise, swallowing such a ferocious enormity all at once was more than a virgin high school girl like Meguri Tomoe could endure.
Fortunately, with her in control of their position, after pausing for over a minute and adjusting to the most comfortable angle, the pain was eventually replaced by intense pleasure.
Meguri Tomoe began savoring the fiery sensation within her abdomen and Haruto's unique scent, while her slender waist swayed rhythmically, stirring lewd, splashing sounds.
"Ah... Meguri, squeeze tighter... yes, just like that... ah... so good..."
Stimulated by Meguri Tomoe's lewd licking and the intense sensation of Haruto's tender garden tightly entwined, Haruto couldn't help but let out pleasurable moans.
Haruto's hands moved up and down, fondling Meguri Tomoe's breasts and pert buttocks alternately, then he had her sit upright so he could lean against the wall and leisurely savor her sweet body.
"Ah... Haruto~ suck harder... Mph...! Why... has it grown bigger again, ah..."
Meguri Tomoe's seductive panting drove Haruto to thrust his hips, wanting to make her voice even more passionate and melodious.
Meguri Tomoe clung desperately to the back of Haruto's head with both hands, not allowing him a single second away from her chest.
While fondling her, Haruto enthusiastically attended to the two pink little buds before him with his mouth.
Sucking, licking, tasting, biting—never monotonous. Sometimes he would favor one exclusively, other times he would lavish attention on both simultaneously.
"Ah... Ha...ru...to... so good... Hah..."
The intense pleasure from Haruto's skillful caresses made Meguri Tomoe's body respond actively, her waist swaying with increasing speed and intensity, her beautiful hair flying, and fragrant sweat dripping.
"Mmm... Little Meguri, your breasts are wonderful, though it's a shame I can't draw any milk from them."
Haruto spoke casually yet still greedily stuffed Meguri Tomoe's pink, swollen little buds into his mouth to savor.
However, careless words from the speaker carried meaning for the listener—mention of breast milk inevitably brought thoughts of babies.
Theoretically, as long as the essence of life wasn't completely absorbed, there was a chance to conceive Haruto's child. But after all this time, even though several goddesses privately wished to become pregnant, none had succeeded.
Though Haruto didn't particularly want children, this situation still concerned him somewhat.
After all, not wanting children was one thing, but lacking the ability was another...
The idea of raising a few adorable daughters didn't seem bad—even doing nothing but watching his cute daughters could be heartwarming.
One could say that conceiving Haruto's child had become the dream of many beauties, but without Haruto's active cooperation, they seemed truly unable to achieve pregnancy on their own.
As for Haruto, unless he could ensure the baby would be a girl, he would never actively try to impregnate them, let alone cooperate in experiments.
"Haruto... Hah, I can... have your baby... Ah... Mph... Haruto... baby..."
Meguri Tomoe spoke in broken phrases, lost in ecstasy as her movements grew increasingly frantic.
Haruto's movements suddenly quickened as well, matching Meguri Tomoe's rhythm while vigorously sucking on her breasts, as if urging her to move faster.
"Ah... Haruto... baby... I want to be a mother... Ah, that way... I... Haruto, ah... would have..."
Her flower core trembled continuously, repeatedly struck and rubbed by the burning Haruto, until Meguri Tomoe couldn't help but tremble all over, emitting incoherent sounds.
"Ah... Haruto, I'm coming... Ah... Haruto, come with me... Hah... make a baby... baby, Haruto's... baby..."
As if she were truly about to become a mother, Meguri Tomoe held Haruto tightly against her chest, like a mother feeding her child.
The girl's climax approached, and though her tight embrace made breathing somewhat difficult, Haruto still struggled to match her rhythmic rocking, thrusting his length deep into Meguri Tomoe's core again and again.
The fiery, massive head fiercely rubbed against her flower core, the intense pleasure making it impossible for Meguri Tomoe to maintain control over her innate virgin energy.
"Ah... Haruto, I'm coming! Ah!"
Meguri Tomoe knew Haruto wouldn't release easily, but the thought of having a baby subconsciously drove her to stimulate him with all her might.
Inside the flower path, the tender flesh from all directions went wild, mercilessly pressing against him from every angle with intense pressure.
Even remaining still, the constantly undulating walls and overlapping folds provided unimaginable pleasure through their sliding motions.
The slightest carelessness would lead to an uncontrollable release.
Hiss, could her insides really be this potent?
Suddenly, Meguri Tomoe's body trembled involuntarily. She felt her Hanamiya contract violently as the accumulated fiery energy inside began to boil, urgently seeking an outlet.
"Ah! I can't hold back, baby, Haruto, give it to me, ah...! Oh... I want a baby, ah..."
Her voice was desperate, and Haruto sensed he understood why she had suddenly become so intense.
Finally, Meguri Tomoe could no longer restrain herself. Her small hips slammed down against Haruto's crotch, and deep within her abdomen, her flower core trembled rapidly. With a sharp cry, thick, scorching innate virgin energy surged out like a torrential flood, drenching his swollen, heated length.
Haruto took a deep breath, gritting his teeth to endure the intense pleasure from the violent writhing of Meguri Tomoe's flower path, refusing to let any life essence escape.
He had certainly heard her desire for a baby. It wasn't that he feared she would actually get pregnant—sooner or later, he would release all his life essence into her. But he would wait a bit longer; there was no need to give it all to her so quickly.
After her climax, under the effects of their dual cultivation ability, Meguri Tomoe rested for a few minutes and quickly regained her energy.
Though she was satisfied, Haruto hadn't released his life essence, so this session of dual cultivation wasn't over yet.
Now calmer, Meguri Tomoe recalled her earlier words about wanting to be a mother, her snow-white cheeks flushing bright red.
Gazing down at Haruto, who maintained the appearance of a youthful boy, she felt as if she were committing a crime.
Yet, alongside the shame, an inexplicable excitement and thrill washed over her, fueling a genuine impulse to bear Haruto's child.
Meguri Tomoe wrapped her arms around Haruto's neck, looked into his eyes, and tentatively asked, "Haruto, I really want to have your baby. With the chance to impregnate a beautiful JK girl right in front of you, won't you...?"
"No."
Haruto shot her a disdainful glance. This was far from the only opportunity; if he really wanted to play such games, countless girls before her had had their chances.
"It's not that I won't help you, but your current strength isn't sufficient. Even if it were, it would still depend on fate..."
He briefly explained the dynamics of dual cultivation and pregnancy, emphasizing that without his own intent, even a goddess actively intercepting his life energy would be futile. This finally reeled back Meguri Tomoe's increasingly dangerous thoughts.
Realizing the situation was beyond her control, Meguri Tomoe's attention returned to the incredibly pleasurable cultivation.
She rose and leaned over the bedside, spreading her legs straight apart. Her beautiful black-stockinged legs formed an inverted V, with an irresistibly fair and perky bottom at the apex.
"Hurry, Haruto... I want... Since we can't make a baby now, help me improve my strength more... Ah..."
This time, there was no need to hold back. Haruto chuckled and stopped teasing her, immediately approaching to steady little Haruto against Meguri Tomoe's warm, damp space between her thighs.
The dragon head met the soft, protruding mound. Meguri Tomoe arched her small bottom and actively began swaying backward, eager to quickly engulf the thick, fiery little Haruto.
After several failed attempts to push backward successfully, Meguri Tomoe lowered her head, reached down to grasp little Haruto, and guided him to the entrance, pressing his massive dragon head against her hot, moist flower slit.
"Mmm... Haruto... Just like that, hurry and thrust in, ah..."
She could no longer restrain herself, her small bottom straining backward in an effort to immediately swallow little Haruto and complete the infusion of life essence.
Without hesitation, Haruto parted Meguri Tomoe's legs with his knees to find a better position for leverage, steadying little Haruto.
Aiming at the damp, soft peach blossom grotto, the thick, fiery little Haruto thrust forcefully, smoothly entering Meguri Tomoe's tight, soft, scorching, juicy, and layered flower path.
Meguri Tomoe was even more proactive than Haruto, wildly swaying her small bottom and beginning to actively meet his movements while Haruto was still savoring the pleasure of the tender flesh enveloping him.
Haruto felt Meguri Tomoe's warm flesh walls tightly wrapping around his tool, the intense stimulation utterly exhilarating.
Earlier, during Meguri Tomoe's first time, Haruto had held back somewhat, but now...
Gazing at the peach-pink-haired beauty who had abandoned all restraint and was actively swaying her waist and hips, Haruto began thrusting fiercely.
"Mmph... Meguri, you're so tight inside... So comfortable... Mmm!"
Haruto grunted, his lower body violently colliding with Meguri Tomoe's soft, snow-white bottom.
"Ah... Haruto, so deep... You've reached... There, ah... So good...!"
Meguri Tomoe panted breathlessly, her hands gripping the edge of the bed tightly.
The pleasure was overwhelming. Haruto thrust his hips powerfully, pressing against Meguri Tomoe's lower back, plunging deep into her damp, soft, and tight flower path again and again.
The vigorous, wild thrusts yielded ideal feedback as Meguri Tomoe began to moan in a daze.
"I... Ah... It's too good... Hah... How can it feel this good... Haruto... You, you're... So amazing... So strong... Hah..."