Chapter 413: Venelana (Part 1)
Grayfia was taken aback by Venelana's open-mindedness, though she could somewhat understand it.
Not only was Haruto completely tied to Rias, but if this matter were seriously investigated, half the blame would fall on herself.
The situation was difficult to handle—not only would it cause unnecessary ridicule, but such things, while not common in the Underworld, weren't unheard of either.
The saying "the upper circles are truly messy" didn't come from nowhere.
Of course, the most crucial factor was Haruto's strength. So young, yet possessing one of the thirteen Sacred Gears, his potential was limitless. He could even help those around him break through their limits, making him naturally the core of a superpower.
For such a promising young talent, any family with ambition and foresight wouldn't risk conflict over such a minor matter.
Moreover, Haruto was already completely tied to the Gremory family's cause. Even if he were a stranger, as long as Haruto pledged his loyalty, this matter would be overlooked.
But just as the silver-haired beautiful wife was breathing a sigh of relief in her heart, Haruto's response caught her completely off guard.
"Miss Venelana, I appreciate your understanding, but I'm afraid I cannot agree."
Haruto slowly stepped forward, once again wrapping his arms around Venelana's slender waist. Breathing in her natural fragrance, he softly laughed: "You should understand Grayfia's loneliness, right? I regret that you won't join me, but I won't force you. However, you can't stop Grayfia and me from..."
Pausing for a moment, Haruto couldn't think of a better explanation and ultimately spoke honestly: "Grayfia and I have mutual feelings for each other. Moreover, with my abilities, breaking through to god-level is within reach."
Haruto's intense aura washed over Venelana's face, making her already flushed cheeks appear even more radiant and captivating.
She tried to break free, but given Haruto's current strength, unless he was willing, Venelana was no different from an ordinary delicate woman.
Unable to free herself, the beautiful mature woman with flaxen long hair could only forcibly suppress the strange sensations in her body.
"Your Dual Cultivation ability can help break through to the divine level?"
As expected, Venelana's attention was captured by this news.
In truth, this was exactly what Haruto had intended.
Although the previous effects of Dual Cultivation were powerful, through numerous investigations, some shortcomings and limitations had been uncovered.
First, Haruto's Dual Cultivation ability had no effect on life essence transformation. Secondly, the effectiveness of Dual Cultivation depended entirely on Haruto's own strength.
To put it bluntly, the greatest beneficiary would always be Haruto. Even if an exceptionally talented noble daughter were sent to cultivate with him, at best both parties would improve simultaneously, but the effects could never surpass Haruto's own progress.
This wasn't the crucial point. Although somewhat displeasing, the devil nobles could still accept this limitation.
But most importantly, they discovered that once someone had cultivated with Haruto, regardless of their mental state, their physical body could never truly return to their original family.
Besides Haruto, no other man could bring them that same level of pleasure, thus eliminating their desire for reproduction with anyone else.
If it were merely about pleasure, that would be manageable—one could simply resort to self-satisfaction or same-sex encounters.
However, the loss of reproductive desire was absolutely unacceptable for devil nobles.
Their intention to leverage Haruto's dual cultivation ability to enhance the family's strength was aimed at bolstering their foundation—specifically, the bloodline and innate talent of the next generation.
If this ability could mass-produce God-Class powerhouses, the cost might be deemed acceptable.
After all, God-Class powerhouses could reproduce through extraordinary means, much like Raphaeline did in the past.
Yet the first limitation thwarted this possibility, which was why no devils had bothered Haruto since.
Venelana's initial reaction was shock, followed by disbelief.
What did it mean to mass-produce God-Class powerhouses?
To put it simply, any ambitious individual would willingly offer Haruto everything they had—short of their own life—without even requiring submission, as long as he stood on their side.
Of course, if possible, they would undoubtedly try every means to control Haruto.
Nowadays, unless an Evil God-Class being intervened personally, no one could control Haruto—the best outcome would be killing him.
But if they failed...
Anyone with a brain wouldn't take such a risk.
The Gremory family, naturally aligned with Haruto, held an unparalleled advantage and would never be foolish enough to commit such idiocy.
They were too busy protecting Haruto to even consider it.
Facing Venelana's skeptical gaze, Haruto smiled faintly and declared confidently, "There are only three paths to becoming a God-Class powerhouse, and my ability just happens to accelerate cultivation." As long as one's strength is lower than mine—even at the Satan-Class limit—it remains effective."
Aside from mental enlightenment and inheriting a divine position, breaking through to God-Class could also be achieved through gradual tempering.
This path was both the simplest and the most difficult.
Much like achieving sainthood, attaining it through pure power was the strongest but also the hardest, yet it was more straightforward than methods like virtue-based sainthood or severing the three corpses.
Although tempering to God-Class was ten thousand times easier than power-based sainthood, the underlying principles were largely similar.
Unless one possessed exceptional talent and great fortune, attempting to reach God-Class through gradual power tempering was nearly impossible—even with a devil's near-infinite lifespan.
Because tempering didn't guarantee progress.
But with Haruto's breakthrough, the dual cultivation ability derived from the Yin-Yang Law evolved simultaneously. For those below God-Class, dual cultivation with him would definitely enhance their strength.
Not only did this overcome the greatest difficulty of this path to God-Class, but it also accelerated energy tempering by tenfold, even a hundredfold.
The exact improvement depended on the frequency and number of dual cultivation sessions with Haruto.
Venelana's resolve wavered, and she instinctively glanced at the half-naked silver-haired beauty beside her.
Grayfia blushed again under the gaze but quickly composed herself, volunteering, "It's true. My strength has improved significantly. If this pace continues, I'll likely break through in about five years."
Grayfia's power had long been at the peak of Satan-Class. After taking this step with Haruto, her mental burdens eased somewhat, and combined with the first dual cultivation session, this remarkable effect was achieved.
Continuing forward, efficiency would certainly decline, but within twenty years, she would undoubtedly break through.
Venelana believed Grayfia wouldn't deceive her, and her already fragile mental defenses had now almost completely crumbled.
Gazing at Haruto's strikingly handsome face so close to hers, her rosy lips parted slightly, but the words of refusal ultimately failed to escape.
However, she didn't verbally agree to cultivate together either.
Sensing the last shred of restraint in this flaxen-haired, devastatingly beautiful mature woman, Haruto didn't call her out. Instead, he released his embrace and walked toward the silver-haired beauty whose figure was half-exposed, saying, "Miss Venelana, Rias actually knows that I came to see Grayfia today…"
At these words, both Grayfia and Venelana visibly trembled.
Before they could fully grasp the implications, Haruto continued, "As for the effects of cultivation, you can observe first before deciding whether to experience it personally."
Having said this much, regardless of Venelana's final choice, Haruto had done all he could.
Suddenly, Venelana—whose mind was torn between two conflicting voices—heard a series of heated, intimate sounds. She instinctively looked up and saw Haruto and Grayfia already locked in a passionate embrace.
The handsome youth and the mature wife were entangled in desire, unwilling to part, only releasing their fervent kiss after a long while, their eyes filled with affection as they gazed at each other.
The silver-haired beauty's recently donned seductive underwear had been pushed aside, revealing her delicate, pink valley still glistening with a milky-white fluid.
Meanwhile, Haruto's heated, rigid, purplish-red dragon was already at the gates, its tip partially inserted, stretching the tender flesh into a rounded opening.
Witnessing this vivid scene of dual cultivation, the darker voice in Venelana's mind gradually gained the upper hand.
"I'll just observe the effects first…"
The gentle, flaxen-haired mature woman murmured softly, her eyes hazy, "If the results are good, I'll join in the cultivation too…"
"Yes, it's all for the sake of breaking through. Only by reaching the god-level can I help Zeoticus…"
"Right, once I become a god, Zeoticus will surely understand. This is also to help him revive the Gremory family…"
As she spoke, Venelana seemed to convince herself, unconsciously drawing closer to the bed radiating an aura of pink allure.
In truth, clever as she was, she already understood her true feelings.
But without a convincing excuse, the ladylike upbringing she'd received since childhood made it impossible for her to take the final step proactively.
Watching Haruto's rhythmic thrusts, Venelana's long dress silently slipped away.
"Mmm… ah…"
Amid Grayfia's increasingly excited and passionate moans, the bra enveloping her full breasts slowly slid from her fair, faintly blushing shoulders.
Slender jade-like fingers moved to her waist, and the elastic panties were gradually pulled down, falling to the floor as Venelana stepped forward.
Haruto looked up just in time to take in the naked, alluring form of the flaxen-haired, sensual mature woman.
He had initially thought securing Grayfia alone would suffice today, never expecting such an unexpected delight.
Faced with Venelana, who had now made her choice, Haruto decisively released the silver-haired beauty in his arms and actively approached her.
Compared to Grayfia who had already been thoroughly enjoyed, making Venelana his woman took greater priority.
Although Venelana had already made her decision, there was no guarantee she wouldn't suddenly change her mind.
He scooped Venelana up in his arms and tossed her beside Grayfia.
The meaningful gaze from the silver-haired beauty beside her made Venelana somewhat flustered. She immediately turned over, glaring at Haruto with a mix of shame and annoyance, only to have him grasp her chin and seal her lips with a deep kiss.
Haruto's kiss this time was wild and fervent, as if he wanted to devour Venelana whole. Her tongue grew numb from his relentless sucking.
When they finally parted, her tongue followed his out of her mouth, their tips connected by a lewd silver thread.
"Miss Venelana, you're so much like President Rias... even your kissing style is almost identical..."
Haruto trailed kisses downward from Venelana's tender lips, leaving blooming red marks along her swan-like neck before taking one of her pink buds into his mouth and sucking fiercely.
His large hand journeyed downward, forcibly parting Venelana's tightly pressed slender legs, exposing her pale, smooth valley and crimson inner thighs to all three pairs of eyes.
The pink honeyed slit already glistened with moisture, appearing utterly tantalizing.
"Madam... it seems you've been lonely for quite some time too..."
Seeing Venelana join in, Grayfia relaxed considerably, teasingly commenting on the flaxen-haired devastating lady's sensual figure.
"Mmm..."
Venelana let out a soft moan, turning her head away in slight embarrassment.
After all, this was happening in front of her daughter-in-law, with her prospective son-in-law pinning her down. The first time was inevitably somewhat restrained and shy.
But given her personality and intelligence, she would likely adapt quickly, perhaps even turning defense into offense.
Haruto's fingers traced downward along her flat abdomen, finally finding the sensitive, moist pearl and beginning to knead and rub.
"Ah..."
Venelana gasped sharply, wrapping her arms around Haruto's neck.
Her body had now completely heated up, abandoning even her last shreds of restraint. Her flaxen hair cascaded over pale, slender shoulders.
"Haruto, Haruto..."
She panted with parted lips, her beautiful legs spreading to wrap around Haruto's powerful waist like water snakes, grinding and arching her hips to give his hand better access to her sensitive bud.
"So good, Haruto, so good... mmm... Haruto, how are you so skilled..."
Under Haruto's expert and masterful techniques, Venelana's pleasure became so intense that her valley continuously flowed with nectar, quickly soaking through the bedsheet.
Her thoroughly drenched peach garden made the dragon between Haruto's thighs ache with hardness.
This flaxen-haired devastating lady held a special status—not only was she Rias's mother and current matriarch of the Gremory family, but also Grayfia's mother-in-law. Even before penetration, this made him more excited than ever.
"Miss Venelana, let's begin our formal cultivation."
"Okay..."
Venelana was so overwhelmed with pleasure she couldn't even close her mouth, already eagerly anticipating being filled.
Suddenly, Venelana spread her legs herself, parting her petals to reveal the dripping honeyed slit.
She panted urgently, "I want it so badly, hurry... mmm, I can't take it anymore, please thrust inside, I beg you to thrust inside... I'm so itchy and empty inside..."
Haruto couldn't withstand this stimulation and almost immediately wanted to thrust little Haruto inside.
But considering his size, even though Venelana had given birth to two children, years without intimacy had left her incredibly tight based on his earlier finger exploration. Going too rough would likely injure her.
So Haruto lifted Venelana's hips, draped her thighs over his shoulders, and eagerly lapped at her delicate petals with his heated tongue. He sucked the honeyed nectar from her entrance and gently nibbled her sensitive bud with his teeth.
"Ahhh!!!"
The soft tongue brought overwhelming pleasure to both her valley and bud. Venelana instantly cried out in ecstasy, "So good, ah?… Licking, being licked feels amazing, mmm?… Too good, I'm going to…"
Her valley contracted incessantly, streams of nectar flowing outward, nearly all pouring into Haruto's wide-open mouth. His long, agile tongue instinctively found its way to the entrance of her blossom.
The soft tongue slid between her folds, penetrating the tight, warm passage, mimicking a dragon's thrusts as it rapidly pistoned in and out.
Venelana shuddered uncontrollably from the pleasure, her full, snow-white breasts bouncing with each movement.
She couldn't resist grabbing her own ample bosom, kneading and rubbing the pink, sensitive peaks, seeking even greater ecstasy.
"Haruto… mmm, Haruto?… I feel so good?…"
With a sharp cry, a gush of honey sprayed from her valley, splashing directly across Haruto's face.
Panting, Haruto withdrew his tongue and replaced it with his fingers inside her passage.
One hand played with Venelana's bud while the other thrust vigorously into her valley.
Though no longer a maiden, her passage felt tighter than a virgin's.
The moment Haruto's finger entered, it was fiercely gripped by her velvety flesh, imagining how incredible it would feel when replaced by his dragon.
Lubrication was more than sufficient. After several wet, rapid thrusts with his fingers, Haruto grasped his heated dragon, pressing its broad head against her narrow, honeyed slit.
Venelana now became utterly proactive. Seeing Haruto finally positioning his scorching dragon, she immediately spread her folds herself, writhing eagerly.
"Haruto, quick, thrust inside, I want you so badly… Please fuck me hard… mmm???…"
Hearing this, Haruto saw not a lady but a woman starved for years, a lonely mature beauty craving fulfillment.
He began thrusting forcefully, driving little Haruto deep into her pink, tight valley.
Despite the incredible tightness, the abundant moisture allowed Haruto's dragon to plunge to the deepest point, part of his sac even entering along with it.
Little Haruto not only reached the end in one go but also pushed open the smooth, soft entrance to her womb in a single motion.
Feeling the all-encompassing, sucking embrace, Haruto immediately groaned in pleasure, veins bulging on his neck.
"How can it be this tight? So good, incredible, Venelana… Does your womb suck too?…"
The sensation of his dragon being voraciously consumed by her velvety flesh made Haruto sweat profusely with ecstasy. He leaned down, pressing onto Venelana, cupping her buttocks as he frantically pistoned his hips.
Haruto's waist rocked wildly, the friction between his dragon and her velvety flesh bringing him indescribable pleasure.
He could no longer care about anything else, sinking deeply into this ultimate act of intimacy, even moaning aloud without realizing it.
The solid wood bed shook violently from the couple's passionate union, scraping against the floor with a grating sound.
Yet the two on the bed paid no mind—one so overwhelmed with pleasure that their mind grew hazy and toes curled, the other so intoxicated that all consciousness focused on the towering sensation of the thick, lengthy dragon.
"So good... I'm about to release..."
Facing Venelana, whose figure was even more alluring than Rias' and whose endurance was greater, Haruto completely lost control—nor did he wish to control himself.
Having held back diligently inside Grayfia during prolonged thrusts, the dragon suddenly unleashed its floodgates. Scalding, viscous Life Essence surged unimpeded into the delicate flower that had once nurtured Rias.
As the burning life energy flowed into her body, the pleasure of Dual Cultivation began to spread continuously from soul to flesh.
The beautiful wife with flaxen long hair, under Haruto's endless internal release, rolled her eyes slightly upward, her expression shattered as she immersed herself in continuous, overwhelming climaxes.
Unaware of how many times he had released, Haruto only felt that Venelana's rate of digestion and absorption couldn't keep up. Suddenly, with a wet "pop," he withdrew his mighty dragon.
The rigid dragon stood tall and proud, still spurting thick streams of life essence, drenching Venelana entirely. The corners of her mouth and her face were smeared with milky-white fluid.
After about ten minutes, Venelana finally regained her senses.
Dazedly, she extended her pink little tongue to lick the life essence from the corner of her mouth, her eyes fixed intently on Haruto.
Seeing Venelana covered in his life essence and sensually licking the "milk" from her lips, Haruto's recently extinguished desire surged wildly once more.
His dragon, hanging between his legs and slick with their shared fluids, swayed unsteadily, ready to rise again.