After admiring the girl's delicate body for a moment, Ethan leaned down and took one of those bright red, tender little buds into his mouth.
When the tip of his tongue flicked against Sakura's nipple, the tickling sensation pierced through the girl's heart, causing her blood to race and her heart to pound uncontrollably. She braced her hands against Ethan's shoulders, her entire body trembling. Ethan could clearly feel Sakura's shivering, accompanied by the faint, airy moans escaping her lips.
After sucking for a while, he released his hold on her body, cupped her head, and captured her sweet little mouth in a deep kiss. Under Ethan's patient caresses, the slight awkwardness in Sakura's heart gradually dissolved. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fragrant tongue actively seeking out Ethan's. Their two slick tongues became entangled, sucking on one another hungrily.
The busty beauty with the doll-like face let her fingers wander across Ethan's bare chest. Though he didn't look overly bulky, this kind of streamlined, lean muscle was exactly her type. Ethan felt an intense itchiness where Sakura's soft fingers roamed, a smooth sensation that spread from his chest to his entire body.
The girl's nimble fingers slid down Ethan's abdomen, inching lower and lower until they reached the location of the scorching dragon, which she grasped firmly. It was this massive beast that had just been plunging in and out of her mother and sister, carrying them to the heights of ecstasy. Just the thought that this object was about to enter her own body, still coated with the fluids of her sister and mother, made Sakura feel even more aroused than usual.
After enjoying the girl's soft hand for a moment, Ethan reached out and grabbed the sides of her lewd erotic panties, pulling them down gently. The pink, smooth "steamed bun" mound was presented before the dragon. The valley of the flowing stream was only a palm's width away from the dragon's head. Sakura silently used her small hand to guide the dragon forward; soon, a familiar sense of fullness and numbness radiated from her flower-path.
Once inside Sakura's familiar corridor, Ethan didn't hesitate to start working her vigorously. The three Uzaki women didn't just look alike; the tactile sensation of their "ecstasy caves" was nearly identical—warm, wet, slippery, yet tight and clinging. If there was a difference, it was that the older the woman, the "moister" the sensation and the greater her endurance, allowing Ethan to move with total abandon.
The massive dragon head reached the flower-heart, the "dragon eye" repeatedly kissing the cervix. The intense stimulation caused Sakura to moan breathlessly. Ethan's thrusts became more rhythmic. The slap-slap of flesh hitting flesh, the man's heavy breathing, and the girl's seductive, winding wails echoed and intertwined in the bedroom.
Accompanied by strange "squelching" water sounds, Yanagi's bed began to creak raspily.
"Uu-nn... hnggg!~~"
The busty beauty with silver-grey hair let out another cry of extreme pleasure following Ethan's movements. Her massive breasts repeatedly slammed against Ethan's chest, spreading the sweat that stained their skin. Because of her lust, her red buds and pink areolas were stiff; as they rubbed against Ethan's body, she felt even more pleasure, actively twisting her rounded buttocks to welcome the thrusts of the white-hot dragon.
Hearing two light footsteps in the hallway, Ethan tightened his grip on the girl's slender waist. Following a series of violent charges, he finally shoved the thick dragon—which seemed far too large for his age—into the deepest part of the girl's tender flower-valley, erupting with a massive amount of life-essence inside her womb.
"Mmm-ahhh!..."
Sakura's entire body shook as the waves of essence flooded her, reaching her climax at the exact same moment. The warm current spraying from her flower-path soaked a large patch of the bedsheet, making this session of dual-cultivation even more lewd and debauched.
"Ha... ha... as expected, after this period of development, you're almost ready for a full 'womb-break'." Ethan praised comfortably while swaying his hips to release the final waves of essence into her.
Just then, the bedroom door opened. Sakura's body gave an instinctive jolt, but seeing it was her mother and sister, she relaxed again, fully savoring the afterglow of her orgasm.
Looking at the young man and woman huddled together on the bed, Tsuki felt her freshly cleaned body becoming uncomfortable again. She quietly locked the door and joined the battlefield with Yanagi, who was also freshly washed but still dressed in incredibly skimpy clothing.
"Ah-he..."
The silent night passed gradually in the heat of the four-way battle. The first to lose her combat effectiveness was the virgin middle-schooler, Yanagi. After being creampied three times in a row, she had been transformed into a lewd, "ahegao" slut by Ethan's formidable prowess. On the very bed where she slept every night, her body twitched as she exhaled passionate gasps toward the empty ceiling.
Yanagi's tender body was coated in layers of a mixture of love-juices and sweat. Even after Ethan withdrew his dragon, she continued to tilt and shake her perky buttocks vacantly, as if hoping her brother-in-law would fuck her to climax once more.
Seeing the girl in such an unseemly state, Ethan raised his palm and gave her white butt-cheek a sharp smack.
"That's enough. If we go any further, I'm going to break you."
"...I suppose you're right." Tsuki was also worried about her youngest daughter. Seeing Yanagi wasn't responding, she began to tend to her, yielding the dragon to Sakura.
"Ha... hah... it's back in... Ethan's big cock..." Sakura's seductive eyes suddenly flew wide, and her petite yet exceptionally mature body began to tremble erotically.
The mother and daughters took turns. Ethan indulged his "Netorare" desires to the fullest, feeling a sense of clarity he had never experienced before. While savoring the moment, he didn't stop his cultivation. Grabbing Sakura's soft arms, Ethan drove his rock-hard dragon back into the depths of her flower-valley. The massive head hammered the soft, smooth cervix again and again, attempting to turn the girl's most precious, holy sanctuary into his personal "fuck-room."
"Ahhh!..."
Under Tsuki's watchful gaze, Sakura's eyes began to roll back, her little tongue lolling out to the side. She looked like nothing more than a meat-toy, utterly disgraceful. The elegant MILF felt a pang of pity for her daughter, but seeing the bulge protruding from the girl's lower abdomen, she felt more desire than worry.
So deep... it's even pushing into the womb, just like giving birth, but she looks so happy...
Is it really that good?
Tsuki tucked the blanket around her youngest daughter, who was now dazed from the fucking. Her eyes filled with "love-hearts" as she pressed herself against Ethan once more. The night of shared pleasure continued until dawn...
Ethan didn't leave that night. He didn't stop until the mother and daughters were all limp, their faces frozen in "ahegao" expressions of total surrender. Surrounded by their soft, fragrant bodies, he took a short nap.
When the sun was high in the sky, Fujio woke up from his hangover. He circled the house but couldn't find his wife or daughters; only Yanagi's room was locked.
Knock knock.
"Yanagi? Are you in there?"
The knocking didn't wake the women, but it startled Ethan. While he was a "Pure Love Netorare" practitioner, being caught now would force the story onto a very different path.
Knock knock! Knock knock!
"Yanagi! Yanagi!..." Fujio's knocking became more frequent. Ethan rubbed his temples, not doubting that if there were no answer, this fitness-obsessed, doting father would break the door down. He didn't want to disturb Yanagi—she was surely exhausted—but to avoid a worse situation, he had to wake her.