Chapter 121: Helping with the Breakthrough
"Trying to help Warna break through?!"
Mittelt's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. "Haruto, are you planning to do... that?"
"Of course. What other way is there?"
"But... right here? This is outside..."
Haruto glanced at her indifferently. "First of all, there are only a few of us in this barrier. Even if there were others, what does it matter? If they're women, we can bring them in to cultivate together. If they're men, we can just kill them."
Yuuma knew Haruto was joking, but she couldn't help retorting, "As expected of a Great Devil at the peak of A-rank, you say such things without even blinking."
Haruto deliberately blinked. "I blinked now."
Yuuma rolled her eyes prettily. "Stop joking. Rather than being seen by others, I'm more worried about whether Warna still has the energy to cultivate."
"It's fine. Dual cultivation can actually replenish energy. This time, just let Warna lie back and enjoy herself. Even if she doesn't break through, the essence of life alone might be enough to sustain her until rescue arrives."
Yuuma's face flushed red as she recalled her previous efforts to swallow the dragon, forced to gulp down that pungent white essence.
"That's great, Warna can be saved." Mittelt's fair little face turned bright red as she said excitedly, "Then let's start quickly. Seeing Warna like this is so worrying."
"Yeah, yeah." Haruto shot her a sidelong glance, responding perfunctorily.
Just a moment ago, she was trying to stop him, and now, after just a few words, her attitude had done a complete one-eighty, urging him to make a move on Kalawarna.
Ignoring the two fallen angel beauties watching from the sidelines, Haruto slowly walked toward the blue-haired beauty lying on the ground.
Listening to the approaching footsteps, a faint blush spread across Kalawarna's pale cheeks.
She had only closed her eyes for a brief rest, but she heard every word of the conversation between Haruto and the other two. The thought of what was to come made her weak body grow feverish, her heart filled with longing.
It wasn't just a craving for pleasure—more than that, it was a desperate desire to survive and an instinctive pursuit of the essence of life's evolution.
"Warna, it seems my earlier decision to have you conserve your strength was the right one," Haruto said as he crouched down and began to unbutton the blue-haired beauty's blouse.
He watched as her pretty face gradually flushed crimson. Sliding his hand under her skirt, he pressed it firmly against the smooth, tender flesh of her inner thighs. His strong fingers sank into the softness, kneading gently or firmly, savoring the plump resilience of her beautiful bottom.
Kalawarna shuddered all over. She cast a watery, emerald-green gaze at Haruto, a mix of reproach and sorrow in her coquettish tone. "You had this in mind all along, didn't you?"
Haruto chuckled softly but didn't answer, merely quickening the pace of his caresses.
When Kalawarna first began to show signs of discomfort, he had already thought of this method. That was why, while Yuuma and Mittelt were frantic with worry, he remained perfectly calm.
His fingers lightly brushed against her delicate flower valley, feeling the warm, slick moisture. Haruto leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Warna, it's time to begin the formal cultivation."
"Okay... I'll do my best," she gasped in a voice so enchanting it could melt one's soul.
Seeing the blue-haired beauty in such an irresistibly charming state, Haruto couldn't resist taking her glistening, warm earlobes into his mouth, teasing them with his tongue.
While lavishing attention on her seductive ears, he let his hands roam freely over her smooth, delicate body. Her already loose blouse and skirt slipped completely away from her tall, curvaceous frame.
Kalawarna's face flushed with shyness, her beautiful eyes half-closed as she allowed Haruto to take liberties with her alluring form.
Feeling her suddenly intensifying, heated breaths, a glow flickered around Haruto as he activated his Instant Illusion talent. The dragon that had been half-erect for some time was now fully unleashed.
In an instant, Haruto stood completely naked, a sight that astonished all three women.
"Haruto-chan, what kind of skill is that?"
In retaliation for Haruto calling her Yuuma-chan, Yuuma addressed him directly as Haruto-chan.
Unfortunately, she didn't realize that Rias and the others had long been calling him "little Haruto," so the nickname didn't bother him in the slightest.
Haruto had deliberately displayed this ability to them. Such a convenient one-click undressing and dressing feature would surely come in handy often—even if it meant permanently occupying one of Instant Illusion's disguise forms, it would be worth it.
He had already prepared an explanation.
"It's just a spatial magic that lets me instantly store my clothes and equipment," Haruto said before turning his attention back to the beauty beneath him, his hands beginning to wander once more.
Yuuma thought it resembled her own instant outfit-changing ability and initially assumed Haruto had a similar talent. Hearing his explanation, she felt a twinge of disappointment.
Since the skill offered no combat advantages whatsoever, she didn't press further, saving Haruto the trouble of elaborating.
Meanwhile, Haruto's dragon had already pressed into her moist petals, its thick head rubbing directly against Kalawarna's tender stigma.
The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure that made her entire body seize for a moment, her back arching off the ground as a silent, breathless gasp was torn from her lips.
Seeing the blue-haired beauty's pallid complexion—weakened yet flushed with an unnatural blush of desire—Haruto forced himself to stay calm.
Her eyes, glazed with a feverish need, pleaded with him for more, even as her body lay weakened by the poison. It was a devastatingly alluring contradiction.
This time he hadn't come for pleasure, but to save someone.
Steadying his mind, Haruto gently parted Kalawarna's long, rounded thighs. His dragon slowly yet powerfully moved in and out, rubbing against the sensitive spots within her tender floral passage. Kalawarna arched her hips to meet his thrusts, finding greater comfort in the motion.
Each deliberate, deep stroke sent ripples of warmth cascading through her core, the friction a delicious torment that slowly stoked the embers of her vitality.
"Mmm... mmm... hnn..."
The soft, involuntary sounds were a siren's song, music to Haruto's ears that tested his resolve, urging him to abandon control and simply take.
Listening to the blue-haired beauty's pleasured moans, Haruto placed his hands on her pair of pale, soft, ample breasts and began to knead them. The sensation of tenderness and fullness continuously transmitted through his palms as his fingertips lightly traced circles around the crimson buds. He could feel the teased buds gradually stiffening.
They pebbled into hard, eager peaks against his palms, begging for more direct attention, a physical testament to the arousal that was coursing through her veins.
Young Haruto gradually accelerated his pace. The flowing nectar from her floral valley splattered around as Haruto leaned down to embrace Kalawarna, kissing her deeply. The blue-haired beauty threw her head back with soft pants under his kiss.
The kiss was not one of gentle affection, but of raw, consuming hunger. He devoured her mouth, his tongue mimicking the relentless rhythm of his hips below, claiming her completely.
Haruto sucked her tongue out, continuously savoring it while his hands freely fondled her full, rounded breasts. Then his hands slid down along her slender waist, his fingers gently caressing her delicate petals and the pink pearl at their apex.
His touch was like lightning on her hypersensitive skin, making her jolt and whimper, her body no longer her own but an instrument played solely for his—and her—pleasure.
Kalawarna shuddered throughout her body, her long legs clamping tightly together as she effortlessly reached her first climax.
It crashed over her without warning, a tidal wave of sensation that made her see stars, her inner walls fluttering wildly around his invading length.
"Oh, God... Haruto?... I'm... I'm coming..."
To avoid burdening Kalawarna further, Haruto paused his movements, quietly feeling the contractions of her floral passage and the rhythmic sucking at her womb's entrance. Only after her aftershocks subsided did he resume thrusting with his hips.
The feeling of her tight, silken channel milking him through her climax was its own special kind of agony, a sweet, constricting pressure that brought him perilously close to his own edge.
He longed to synchronize with the buxom blue-haired beauty, reaching climax together and releasing his essence to complete their dual cultivation. But within just ten short minutes, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't quite reach that peak.
The need was a coiled spring in his gut, tight and urgent, but the spiritual balance required for the cure demanded perfect timing.
Haruto lifted the limp Kalawarna, having her lie face down on the soft grass. Her plump, perky buttocks raised high, her perfectly proportioned snow-white long legs slightly parted.
The submissive display sent a primal thrill through him, the sight of her offered so completely and vulnerably stoking a fiercer, more possessive fire in his blood.
This position allowed Haruto to easily reach the deepest point. Seeing the tall, curvaceous beauty assume this submissive posture was psychologically stimulating. Little Haruto twitched sensitively, eagerly anticipating entry into that constantly quivering pink blossom.
He could see her glistening folds, swollen and flushed from their exertions, and the sight alone was nearly enough to push him over the brink.
Holding the buxom beauty's full, rounded hips, Haruto guided his dragon's head along her moist seam, thrusting straight into her floral lips until it pressed against her tender womb entrance, then pushing forcefully inward.
The penetration was deeper, more profound, filling her in a way that made her feel utterly speared, utterly possessed.
Kalawarna cried out "Ah..." as the scorching dragon successfully entered her womb. The dragon's head continuously ground and rubbed against the soft, slippery inner walls of her womb, the intense pleasure causing her to completely collapse.
The direct contact with her most intimate, sacred place was overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain through her shattered nerves.
Gazing at the powerless, panting buxom beauty, Haruto simply held her generous hips and began pumping in and out.
There was no more finesse, only a raw, driving need to plunge into her heat, to stoke the flames of their joining until they both burned alive.
Kalawarna lay helplessly on the grass, her raised snow-white buttocks continuously enduring Haruto's impacts with crisp "slapping" sounds. The thick, long dragon rapidly withdrew before burying itself deep within the white cleft again.
The lewd, wet sounds of their coupling filled the air, a stark and erotic counterpoint to her choked, pleasure-soaked cries.
The warm, tight folds of her floral passage constantly rubbed against young Haruto, making him wish he could pierce through her delicate core with every thrust. His hips pressed firmly against her soft, full rounded buttocks as his dragon stirred up storms within her floral valley.
He was lost in her, in the slick, hot clutch of her body, his world narrowed to this single, perfect point of union.
"Ahhhhh~ ahhhh~ My belly... my belly's going to break~ I'm coming... I'm coming again... Give it... give it to me... Haruto?~ Shoot all your hot cum deep inside my womb?~"
Amidst the climax, the flower valley tightly constricted the dragon, gripping it as firmly as a small hand squeezing with all its might, causing Haruto's thrusting speed to slow considerably.
Her inner muscles clenched around him like a vise, a powerful, rhythmic pulsation that milked him relentlessly, demanding his release.
Adjusting his posture, he lowered his hips, and Haruto launched his final assault from above. The thick, long, and rigid dragon pistoned within Kalawarna's flower valley, aided by the slick, sticky fluid. The sensitive dragon head was enveloped and sucked by the flower palace, igniting a fiery sensation.
This was it. The point of no return. He could feel the dam about to break, the pressure building to an unbearable peak deep within his loins.
Haruto already felt the urge to release, and the stronger this desire grew, the more it felt like a volcanic eruption at the dragon's mouth. With a forceful downward thrust, the plump, snow-white rounded buttocks were pressed flat.
He buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep as his control finally shattered. With a guttural roar, he felt his climax erupt, a scalding, powerful torrent that flooded her depths, sealing the cure and their connection in a moment of pure, unthinking ecstasy.