Chapter 496: Nimura Ruruko
In the tranquil night, after the Old Maou Faction had been eliminated, even the stars in the sky seemed more beautiful and captivating.
With the rhythmic, clear chimes of the clock tower in the center of the park striking ten times,
the true night began.
Regardless of the changing seasons, the weather, or the moon's phases, regardless of whether his spirits were high today,
as a demon who had awakened special cultivation abilities, Haruto devoted one hundred percent of his seriousness and care every day to assist, look after, and serve his beauties.
Even though tonight's schedule was already arranged, Haruto still meticulously checked the preparations before cultivation.
His slender yet sturdy right fingers gently teased Ruruko Nimura's sensitive spot, producing soft, wet sounds.
Before long, the young girl could no longer control her voice.
Ambiguous moans escaped from Ruruko Nimura's cherry-like lips, merging into a captivating melody that stirred the soul.
Meanwhile, silvery transparent nectar continuously flowed from her lower lips, dampening the white lace panties and Haruto's dexterous tongue.
The white panties were completely soaked through, and by now Haruto could clearly see her pink nether regions through the fabric.
Ruruko Nimura's private parts, like the skin on the rest of her body, were pure and flawless, without a single trace of hair.
The pink petals opened and closed rhythmically, secreting sweet nectar as if waiting for Haruto to harvest their honey.
"Brother Haruto... this is... too embarrassing... please... don't look..."
Ruruko Nimura's voice trembled slightly.
But Haruto didn't heed her words, instead directly untying the strings of her white panties.
The thin white fabric slowly fell to the floor under gravity's pull.
"I never expected that usually cute Ruruko would wear such seductive underwear. Were you expecting something?"
"No... this was... an accident... a momentary impulse..."
Ruruko Nimura stammered her explanation.
Normally, she not only wore plain cotton panties but even her stockings were just cute green-and-white styles.
But for tonight, or rather for Haruto, she had deliberately changed into more alluring attire, showcasing her feminine charm to the fullest.
"Lying children..." Haruto paused briefly, "...need proper discipline."
With these words, he emerged from under Ruruko Nimura's skirt and stood upright before her.
"Mm..."
Ruruko Nimura felt somewhat panicked, unsure what Haruto would do next.
Perhaps driven by fear of the unknown, she instinctively stepped backward, and with each step she took back, Haruto advanced one step forward.
Neither more nor less, neither biased nor partial, always maintaining their distance within half a step.
Retreat paths cannot extend infinitely, so sometimes one must take a step forward.
But Ruruko Nimura currently lacked the courage to face Haruto directly, and her back was already pressed tightly against the headboard, leaving no room for further retreat.
In a trembling voice, she asked: "Brother Haruto... I really wasn't lying..."
"Ruruko, were you really not expecting anything?"
Haruto's voice remained low and steady, the focus of his words not on Ruruko Nimura's attire but on her inner feelings.
"Mm... mm..."
Ruruko Nimura whimpered softly but couldn't bring herself to say "no" against her true feelings.
"Don't worry, I'll fulfill your expectations right now."
"Har..."
Before Ruruko Nimura could finish speaking, Haruto kissed her without another word.
The young girl had no time to react before Haruto's tongue pried open her teeth, his nimble tongue quickly invading Ruruko's sweet oral cavity, greedily running rampant within her mouth.
Gradually, Ruruko began responding to Haruto's fierce invasion, their two agile little snakes tightly entwining together beyond their mouths.
Haruto's saliva carried a faint sugarcane-like sweetness, unusually saccharine. Though Nimura Ruruko wasn't thirsty, she still swallowed every drop of his oral fluid.
"Mmmph...nnhah??...smack...nnah??...Haruto??...slurp??...Hah??..."
The prolonged, deep French kiss stripped Ruruko of her rationality and capacity for thought.
She only felt her tongue and body turning soft as cotton, while her head felt swollen and dizzy.
Closing her eyes, she unconsciously rose on her tiptoes, her delicate pale arms hooking around Haruto's neck from behind.
Even her long legs clad in white garter stockings—already stripped of panties—pressed tightly against Haruto's lower body, as if begging for more.
But when Haruto silently removed his clothes, pushed aside the hem of Ruruko's nightgown, and pressed his long-dormant thick member against her moist flower garden, Nimura Ruruko still gasped in shock.
The purplish-swollen dragon head, the vein-pulsating flesh pillar, and its length—though she'd learned some details from Hanakai Momo and the other girls—no matter how many times she saw it, Ruruko couldn't help feeling an inexplicable fear.
Could her tender blossom truly withstand such a furious giant?
Haruto's movements remained characteristically swift, always several steps ahead of Ruruko.
He bent down, encircling his arms around Ruruko's plump thighs, then lifted her entire body to align with his lower torso.
Almost without taking time to aim, just as Ruruko attempted to beg for mercy, the massive little Haruto plunged directly into her unprepared flower garden, parting the resistance of tight fleshy walls.
The first thrust nearly shocked Ruruko into unconsciousness. Her hands around Haruto's neck almost slipped loose—had it not been for the backrest support behind her, she might have collapsed to the floor.
Haruto didn't continue recklessly. Though "a sharp pain is better than prolonged suffering," acting wildly before Ruruko could adjust would only cause her injury and agony.
"Wuu..."
Second by second, time slipped away as Nimura Ruruko gradually grew accustomed to the tearing agony within her body.
Lubricated by both fluids and blood, the pain in her lower body slowly transformed into a tingling itch.
An intangible craving began to overwhelm her mind, her slender and exquisite form growing feverish as Nimura Ruruko involuntarily started writhing actively.
With her movements, the iron-hard Haruto began rubbing shallowly inside her flower path.
Each friction sent electric jolts of stimulation through Nimura Ruruko, slightly alleviating the internal itching.
Yet immediately afterward, greater emptiness and desire came flooding in.
How could Haruto fail to notice Nimura Ruruko's subtle movements? Seeing she had fully adapted and was sufficiently lubricated internally, he actively thrust his hips in rhythm.
"Ahh... Hah??... Haruto... nii... too thick... too big??... Please... so deep??... Please slow down??... Ah... reaching... reaching the end????... Nnnaah??..."
Nimura Ruruko used all her strength to suppress wanton cries, but as Haruto thrust vigorously, she gradually lost control over her voice, releasing endless soul-stirring sweet moans from her lips.
Naturally, Haruto ignored her pleas—truth be told, actually obeying the woman at this moment would be foolish.
Long experience had taught Haruto that unless his partner had already climaxed, any pleas for mercy were insincere.
At this moment, Haruto resembled a frenzied beast, his sole objective to repeatedly plunge his massive member deep into Nimura Ruruko before withdrawing, accelerating the rhythm.
"Ah... can't take it... like this??... Oooh... Ruruko... feels so good?... Please... harder please????... Nnnaah??..."
Sure enough, Nimura Ruruko soon changed her tune, actively pursuing that distant heavenly bliss.
Beneath the sexy lace nightgown, as the thick, burning Haruto continuously moved within Ruruko's moist passage, the area where their inner thighs met had long been soaked, and even the bedsheet beneath them was stained dark with Ruruko's fluids.
The waves of tingling numbness from her tight, tender flower path made Nimura Ruruko feel her throat was beyond her control, while her upper garments—meant to be neat—were thoroughly disarrayed by Haruto's large hand.
Under the nightgown, her C-cup breasts had been pulled down by Haruto at some point, two round pale mounds springing free like escaped white rabbits as the greedy Haruto lowered his head to nibble wildly at the pink peaks atop Ruruko's chest.
While Nimura Ruruko's facial beauty wasn't peerless, her figure was exceptionally fine.
Whether her bust, her shapely legs, or even her height—everything was perfectly proportionate.
Not an inch too much, not an inch too little, the perfect golden ratio fully showcasing the charm of a girl who had just become a high school student.
Through her, Haruto profoundly understood what it meant for a figure to be flawlessly concealed yet revealed.
Normally clothed, Nimura Ruruko's chest appeared rather unremarkable, but now undressed, her nearly D-cup breasts paired with her slender figure could truly be called voluptuous.
Moreover, they were the firm, youthful breasts of a beautiful high school girl, full of vitality and bounce.
"Mmm... Haruto-kun, do you like them?... Do you like my breasts?... Mhm... It's fine... If it's Brother Haruto... You can feast on them however you want... Haaa..."
In truth, Nimura Ruruko's moans weren't particularly loud, only audible within the vicinity of the room.
But when they reached her own ears, she couldn't help but feel as if even people outside the building could hear them clearly.
Because of this, Nimura Ruruko's entire face flushed like red-hot steel, her ears burning with heat.
"Haa... Haa... Ruruko..."
After a series of intense thrusts, Haruto could no longer restrain the urge to release building within him. Gripping Nimura Ruruko's perfectly curved slender waist, he began the final round—the most vigorous onslaught yet.
"Ugh... No... Too fast... Wuu..."
Though her words protested, Nimura Ruruko's legs actively tightened around Haruto's body.
Despite having already climaxed twice before, under Haruto's fierce pounding, she still clung to him, craving more.
As they spoke, Haruto's hips shuddered, his substantial tip plunging deep into Ruruko's lower abdomen, parting her tight Hanamiya entrance. Thick, white life essence burst forth from his jade spheres, irresistibly surging into the pure depths of Nimura Ruruko's untouched Hanamiya.
...
Next door, Bennia had just fallen asleep for a while and had been awake for some time—more accurately, she had been awakened by the commotion from Haruto and Nimura Ruruko.
Prone to drowsiness, even as she awaited her precious first time, she couldn't resist the urge to sleep during the tedious wait.
After waking, listening to the escalating battle next door, her body began to grow warm as well.
As time passed and she realized the neighboring struggle was nearing its end, Bennia opened her wardrobe and stood before the full-length mirror taller than herself, selecting the attire she would soon wear into battle.
Her conservative yet seductive outfit featured a cascade of blue hair, the envy of countless girls, flowing naturally over her fragrant shoulders.
Her pair of orange-yellow eyes sparkled like a galaxy, and her small cherry mouth uttered "Haruto-sama" with a pitiable charm.
Beneath her endearing oval face, she wore a neat, well-fitted qipao with a hem reaching to her calves.
Yet, despite its conservative design, the dress inexplicably skimped on fabric at the chest, perhaps to blatantly emphasize the enticing snow-white mounds, leaving the entire hemispheres exposed.
Additionally, the qipao's slit was exceptionally high, nearly reaching an indecent height.
With every step, her long, straight legs flickered in and out of view, tantalizing the observer yet denying a full glimpse.
"I'm not so bad either..."
A tinge of jealousy stirred within Bennia as she muttered to herself, adjusting the little white rabbits at her chest with her hand.
Though it was her own choice, being scheduled last by Haruto inevitably left her with a slight sourness, unconsciously comparing herself to the other girls.
"Thump... thump... thump..."
The unusual movements from next door interrupted Bennia's train of thought.
"..."
Subconsciously pressing closer to the wall, Bennia's face soon turned bright red.
From behind the increasingly solid-seeming wall before her came the continuous, delicate panting of a woman.
"Hahhh... No... Brother Haruto?... Not yet..."
That all-too-familiar voice was undoubtedly Nimura Ruruko engaging in dual cultivation with Haruto once again.
Perhaps she should move farther away?
Bennia thought this, yet her body kept pressing against the wall.
"I can't take it... Brother Haruto... Inside... It's all filled up... But, mmph... It feels so good..."
Nimura Ruruko's voice grew increasingly faint, forcing Bennia to press her ear against the door to hear clearly.
"Hah... Brother Haruto's... coming in again?..."
Before she knew it, Bennia realized her own hands had been rubbing her delicate petals.
Under continuous self-stimulation, Bennia's legs began to weaken, and her tender virgin garden had long become flooded under her skilled finger techniques.
The sexy qipao she had just changed into, which hadn't even had the chance to be appreciated by Haruto, was already in disarray.
"Hah... Hah... I... I want it too??... Haruto's... Haruto's??... Mmmph..."
Under the motion of her fingers, Bennia's consciousness began to scatter, as if she had forgotten that she would actually receive Haruto's affection soon enough.
She absentmindedly removed her soaked panties, fingers continuously moving in and out of her little garden while unfastening the qipao's collar. A pair of perfectly round, snow-white peaks, no less impressive than Nimura Ruruko's, sprang free from their confinement.
Bennia spread her palms to knead her small, rounded fullness, her fingers sinking deep into the fleshy crevice.
"Bennia, if you can't wait, come over here..."
Just as Bennia was lost in self-indulgence, a deep voice suddenly spoke up, startling her into immobility. Her lower garden immediately seeped with transparent fluid—whether it was honey or urine was unclear.
Bennia was pressed against the wall, while Haruto had Nimura Ruruko pinned against the same wall, with less than ten centimeters separating them.
For them, this distance was practically nonexistent.
Apart from the visual barrier, it was hardly different from the three of them cultivating together.
Haruto's voice instantly jolted Bennia from her dreamlike state. She quickly crouched down, straightened her qipao, and—forgetting even to put on the panties lying on the floor—burrowed under the covers, her face flushed with embarrassment.
...
The moon was bright, the stars sparse—a perfect night for diligent cultivation.
At least, that was what Nimura Ruruko believed.
Yet at this moment, her entire body weight was pressed against the wall before her. Her legs were spread apart, planted on the ground, while her hands gripped the wall tightly, all in an effort to muffle her delicate pants.
Her smooth lace nightgown was now crumpled, the upper part having slipped completely off her snow-white shoulders to gather around her waist.
This exposed her pair of pale, delicate peaks entirely to the air, swaying back and forth with Haruto's vigorous movements from behind, tracing milky-white afterimages in their wake.
Several buttons at her waist had come undone. If not for the pair of large hands firmly gripping her slender waist, the entire nightgown would have slipped from Nimura Ruruko's jade-smooth skin, leaving her as naked as a newborn baby.
The girl behind her—the one she affectionately called Brother Haruto—showed no mercy in granting her rest. He continued thrusting his hips, launching a fierce new assault.
The thick, lengthy Haruto forcefully penetrated Nimura Ruruko's tight flower path, creating earthquake-like tremors and overwhelming pleasure that nearly brought her delicate garden to surrender.
Of course, along with it, Nimura Ruruko's ability to think also sank into oblivion.
Each time Haruto thrust the mixed fluids and life essence from her flower path deeper into Hanamiya, Nimura Ruruko couldn't help but clamp her legs together.
Honeyed droplets continuously dripped from where Haruto joined with her garden onto the floor, while the two beautiful mounds on her chest were left covered in red marks from Haruto's large hands.
Her mind went completely blank, burning hot like a motherboard on the verge of overheating.
"Ahhh... Brother Haruto... please... mmmph??... slower... go slower??... not so... not so deep??... Bennia... seems to be eavesdropping again..."