It was a tranquil night. After the eradication of the Old Maou Faction, even the stars in the sky seemed more radiant. As the clock tower in the center of the park struck ten rhythmic notes, the true night began.
Regardless of the seasons or the shifts in weather, Ethan—a Devil who had awakened unique cultivation abilities—always devoted a hundred percent of his focus to assisting and caring for his beauties. Even though tonight's schedule was set, he meticulously checked the preparations.
His long, sturdy fingers toyed with Ruruko Nimura's sensitive areas, producing a wet, squelching sound. Before long, the girl could no longer contain herself. Ambiguous moans leaked from her cherry-red lips, weaving into a soul-stirring melody of lust. Silvery, transparent honey flowed steadily from her nether mouth, soaking her white lace panties and Ethan's nimble tongue.
The white fabric was completely saturated. Through the translucent lace, Ethan could see her pale, pink anatomy clearly. Ruruko's private area was as flawless and white as the rest of her skin, devoid of any hair. Her pink petals pulsed, weeping sweet nectar as if waiting for Ethan to harvest them.
"Ethan-bro... it's... too embarrassing... please... don't look..." Ruruko's voice trembled.
Ethan did not listen. He reached out and untied the ribbons of her white panties. The thin piece of cloth slid down her legs and fell to the floor.
"I didn't expect the usually cute Ruruko to wear such erotic underwear. Were you anticipating something?"
"No... this... it was an accident... a whim..." she stammered. Usually, she wore plain cotton, but for tonight, she had donned a seductive ensemble to maximize her feminine charm.
"Lying girls..." Ethan paused. "Need to be properly disciplined."
He emerged from beneath her skirt and stood tall before her. Ruruko retreated toward the head of the bed, but Ethan matched her step for step, keeping the distance between them at less than half a pace. Eventually, her back hit the headboard.
"Ethan-bro... I really wasn't lying..."
"Ruruko, are you truly not looking forward to this?" Ethan's voice was low and steady, focusing on her heart rather than her clothes. She whimpered, unable to deny it any longer.
"Don't worry. I'll satisfy your expectations right now."
Before she could speak, Ethan's lips crashed onto hers. His tongue pried open her teeth, invading her sweet mouth and ravaging it with greed. Ruruko began to respond, their tongues intertwining like two nimble snakes. She swallowed his sweet, cane-flavored saliva greedily.
"Mmm... nh... ahh... Ethan... haah..."
The deep, prolonged kiss robbed Ruruko of her reason. Her body felt like soft cotton, and her head spun. She hooked her arms around Ethan's neck, her long legs—clad in white garter stockings—clinging to his lower body.
However, when Ethan silently stripped and the massive, throbbing "Little Ethan" pressed against her wet garden, she was still shocked. The purple-tinted head, the veins bulging along the shaft, and its incredible length made her tremble. Could her tender flower truly withstand such a monster?
Ethan was decisive. He hooked his arms under her plush thighs and lifted her. Without giving her a chance to beg for mercy, he thrust his massive member into her unprepared garden, pushing past the tight, resisting walls.
The first thrust nearly made Ruruko faint. She gripped his neck tightly, her body supported only by the headboard and Ethan's strength.
"Ngh..."
Slowly, she adapted to the tearing sensation. With the lubrication of her own juices and a tinge of virgin blood, the pain shifted into a maddening itch. Her body grew hot, and she began to grind against him instinctively. Each friction sent an electric shock through her, fueling a deeper void of desire.
Seeing she was ready, Ethan began to thrust with power.
"Ahhh! Ethan-bro... it's too thick... too big! Ah... so deep! Please... slower... ahhh! It's hitting the bottom! Hahhh!"
She couldn't stop herself from moaning. Ethan ignored her pleas; experience told him that unless a woman had reached her peak, her cries for him to stop were rarely sincere. He moved like a wild beast, ruthlessly ramming into her over and over.
"Ah... no... I'm going! Oh god... Ruruko... feels so good! Please... more power! Yes!"
Under the sexy lace nightgown, the collision of their thighs grew wet and messy. The bedsheets beneath them were stained with a large dark circle of her fluids. Ethan's large hand reached into her bodice, pulling down the fabric to expose her C-cup breasts. They bounced like two white rabbits as Ethan lowered his head to bite and suck on her pink nipples.
Ruruko's figure was perfect—the golden ratio of a young high school girl. Clothed, she looked modest, but naked, her nearly D-cup breasts and slender waist were breathtaking.
"Hah... hah... Ruruko..."
After a final, violent series of thrusts, Ethan could no longer hold back. Grabbing her perfect waist, he unleashed his final assault.
"Wait... too fast! Mmm... ahh!"
Ruruko's legs locked around his waist. Despite having climaxed twice already, she begged for more. With a final shudder, Ethan buried his head deep, his dragon head pushing past her cervix to erupt. Thick, white life-essence flooded the depths of her pure virgin womb.
In the next room, Vania had been woken up by the sounds of the battle. She had fallen asleep while waiting, but the moans and the rhythmic thumping against the wall had set her body on fire.
Realizing Ethan was finishing with Ruruko, Vania stood before her full-length mirror to choose her "combat gear." She settled on a conservative yet provocative blue qipao. Her long blue hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her amber eyes sparkled like stars. The qipao was floor-length, but the chest area had a daring cutout that exposed nearly the entire curve of her breasts, and the side slits reached all the way to her waist.
"I'm not so bad myself..." she muttered, feeling a twinge of jealousy at being second.
Suddenly, the thumping stopped, followed by a series of high-pitched squeals from the other side of the wall.
"Ahhh... Ethan-bro... wait... not there..."
Vania pressed her ear to the wall, her face flushing crimson. She found her own hands rubbing her tender petals. Her legs grew weak, and her virgin garden became a flooded mess under her own practiced fingers. Her new qipao was already becoming a rumpled, wet mess.
"Hah... hah... I want it too... Ethan's... mmm..."
She pulled off her soaked panties and began to finger herself rhythmically while squeezing her own breasts, which were just as large as Ruruko's.
"Vania, if you can't wait, just come over..."
Ethan's low voice boomed through the wall, making her jump. A fresh spurt of fluid leaked from her as she realized he was pressing Ruruko against the very wall she was leaning on. She scrambled to fix her dress and dived under her covers, too embarrassed to move.
On the other side, Ruruko was indeed pinned against the wall. Her nightgown was bunched around her waist, and her bare, white breasts were vibrating with every thrust Ethan delivered from behind.
"Ahhh! Ethan-bro... please... ahhh! Slower... it's too deep! Vania... she's listening again... ahhh!"
Ethan's large hands squeezed her breasts, leaving red marks on the white skin. Every time his member bottomed out, slamming his juices further into her, Ruruko's mind went blank, her body overheating like an overloaded motherboard.