Chapter 497: Eavesdropping?!
Actually, Nimura Ruruko had already noticed when Bennia was eavesdropping earlier, which was why she had begged Haruto.
However, Haruto didn't take it seriously, continuing his in-and-out motions as he maintained his cultivation practice.
But this time, Bennia truly wasn't eavesdropping—she was hiding in bed, feeling shy.
Nimura Ruruko was just trying this tactic again, hoping Haruto would at least slow the pace and give her some breathing room.
Yet, clumsy lies often backfire.
Despite Nimura Ruruko's desperate attempts to suppress her throat, Haruto's substantial size easily followed her G-spot deep into her lower abdomen, making it impossible to restrain the waves of ambiguous moans escaping her throat.
"Ruruko, why do I get the feeling you're even more excited now?"
Saying this, Haruto thrust his hips again, pressing his firm lower abdomen against Nimura Ruruko's pale, tender buttocks, effectively pinning her against the wall.
"Ah... Brother Haruto, it's too deep... you're wrong, wrong about me... I'm not, wuu... no, too deep... like this... I'm going to climax again?!"
"Already like this, and you still say you're not excited?"
The corners of Haruto's mouth lifted uncontrollably, "You're squeezing tighter and tighter down there~"
"I... I..."
Nimura Ruruko wanted to retort, but no proper words would come out. Her empty mind couldn't even conjure a suitable excuse.
"I see. It seems you're satisfied, so let's stop here."
Saying this, Haruto took two steps back, his member making a "pop" sound as it withdrew from Nimura Ruruko's garden.
The purplish-red dragon head was still coated with sticky fluid, trailing a silver thread.
The other end of the silver thread connected to Nimura Ruruko's pink petals, which trembled and quivered open and closed, as if voicing her unbearable thirst.
"Ah... Brother Haruto, don't pull out... Ruruko, Ruruko still wants it... Can you put it back in?~ Please?..."
The moment he slipped out of little Haruto, Nimura Ruruko turned her head with seductive, glistening eyes toward the thick, erect member standing proudly beneath Haruto. She began slowly raising her hips, swaying them left and right in a continuous attempt to entice Haruto.
In her current state, there was no trace left of the introverted, shy, and pure high school beauty she had appeared to be before.
A mysterious smile played on Haruto's lips as he shook his head, as if to punish this adorable girl for her duplicity.
He extended a large hand and delivered a firm slap to Nimura Ruruko's perky buttocks, then rubbed little Haruto against her crimson petals a few times—yet deliberately refrained from plunging into her dripping peach grotto.
"Do you really want it? Then beg louder!"
It was a simple and direct command, one Nimura Ruruko had heard before.
Whether in student council work or during Rating Game battles, she had often listened to Sona's various orders and faithfully carried them out.
Now, with Haruto as the one issuing commands, Nimura Ruruko felt a tremor in her heart and quickly fell into the role.
"Brother Haruto... I want it... Please thrust inside??... Fill Ruruko's body??... Spread your seed as much as you want... Aahhh, it's, it's going in, you're thrusting in????..."
Watching the usually pure and lovely beauty now prostrated on the ground like a female beast, humbly begging and enticing him with her alluring hips, was a sight to behold.
Haruto instantly hardened like steel, gripping the soft flesh of Nimura Ruruko's buttocks with both hands. Aiming for the center target, he thrust his hips forward and drove deep inside in one swift motion.
Before Nimura Ruruko could finish her pleading words, the intense stimulation from her flower path made her scream aloud. Her tongue unconsciously lolled out, forming an ahegao expression.
After regaining some clarity, Nimura Ruruko gradually focused all her attention on her lower body, trying to prevent Haruto's oversized member from thrusting her into delirium again.
After all, if she climaxed again, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't lose consciousness.
If she fainted, the subsequent cultivation effects would be greatly diminished.
Meanwhile, she completely failed to notice Haruto moving toward the door while still thrusting into her.
It wasn't until the door opened and they reached the entrance of Bennia's bedroom that Nimura Ruruko realized what was happening.
Nimura Ruruko's heart tightened. "Haru..."
Before she could finish speaking, Haruto sealed her cherry lips with his own.
Haruto's lips weren't as supple as Nimura Ruruko's, but slightly dry. Unlike her lips that carried the faint fruity fragrance of lip balm, his held a sun-warmed scent of grass and trees.
This warmth-filled aroma made Nimura Ruruko somewhat intoxicated.
Their saliva mingled in mutual oral cavities, tongues entwining like spiritual snakes. Like two people trapped in love's sweet swamp, they devoured each other's mouths, bodies, and long-intertwined souls.
Though Nimura Ruruko hadn't finished her sentence, Haruto intuitively understood and stopped walking.
Relieved that her compromising state wouldn't be directly exposed to her friend, Nimura Ruruko relaxed completely.
She then used her captivating ink-blue eyes to carefully study the handsome youth she was kissing—Haruto, who was also her first and only man.
In Nimura Ruruko's memory, Haruto still retained the youthful appearance from when he first joined the student council, their interactions limited to casual greetings.
But changes in the Three Realms' situation, Haruto's unique abilities, his supernatural rate of strength improvement, along with his looks and aura that captivated countless young women, had unknowingly completely won her over.
Nimura Ruruko couldn't clearly say whether her decision to give herself to Haruto was to strengthen her power and support Sona, or because she yearned for intimate contact with Haruto, even if just once.
Her wandering thoughts were soon pulled back to reality by the relentless pleasure from Haruto's rapid thrusts below. To soothe her turbulent emotions, Nimura Ruruko actively began licking Haruto's lips with her tongue.
Her soft tongue caressed Haruto's lips back and forth, gradually softening and moistening his slightly dry thin lips with her sweet saliva.
This unique tenderness from Nimura Ruruko gradually softened Haruto's movements, making them less frantic and brutal than before.
Responding to Nimura Ruruko's lingual caresses, Haruto extended his own tongue to entwine with hers, mutually exchanging the fluids in their mouths.
Their tongues rubbed against each other, entwined and exchanged saliva, as sacred and profane as the exchange of rings between newlyweds during a wedding ceremony.
Nimura Ruruko felt waves of tingling sensations travel from the tip of her tongue all the way to her brainstem, stealing her breath away.
Her kissing skills were far from refined, relying solely on theoretical knowledge, and were utterly insignificant in Haruto's presence.
Haruto initially guided her, but her clumsiness in this area quickly wore thin his patience.
He recklessly thrust his tongue into Nimura Ruruko's mouth, relentlessly offering his saliva.
Unfortunately, her small mouth couldn't contain all the fluid. Despite her efforts to swallow Haruto's saliva, much of it seeped from the corners of her lips, tracing the curve of her jaw down to her snow-white chest, then flung into the air with the sway of her breasts, ultimately disappearing without a trace.
The French kiss was slick and sticky, gentle yet prolonged.
Nimura Ruruko felt her consciousness drifting up and down with the waves of pleasure. The fatal pleasure had just slipped away from her tongue, released by Haruto, only to transfer to the entrance of her flower palace, where little Haruto was kissing her depths.
The liquid she received in her mouth seemed connected to her lower body, continuously flowing out from her flower path.
Like tidal waves, honeyed fluids seeped out in relentless surges, thoroughly soaking Nimura Ruruko's skirt and her white suspender stockings.
"Ah, Brother Haruto... harder, please thrust harder... mmm... I want to, I want to keep kissing Brother Haruto like this forever... oh, ah... it feels so good... down there, down there has completely taken Brother Haruto's shape... Ruruko's inside is so itchy... Brother Haruto, please hurry... hurry and give it all to me... ah..."
Under Haruto's frenzied thrusts, Nimura Ruruko's mind teetered on the brink of madness.
In this moment, her eyes saw only Haruto. All shame and dignity were cast aside as she knew but one thing:
As a woman, she must obey the instinct to reproduce, craving Haruto's seed of life.
"Ruruko... I'm also... mhmm!"Hearing Nimura Ruruko's such tempting moans and gasps, combined with the continuous tightening of her virgin flower path below, little Haruto reached his peak."
He transformed into a pile driver, beginning his final sprint.
"Ooh... Brother Haruto's... give it to me... give me everything... inside Ruruko, so much, so hot... so good..."
Haruto's lower body slammed mercilessly against Nimura Ruruko's resilient buttocks as white, turbid fluid erupted from his swollen slit. The scalding life essence shot forth like cannon fire, striking precisely against the inner walls of Nimura Ruruko's flower palace.
Little Haruto trembled incessantly within Nimura Ruruko's lower abdomen, his heavy sac seeming like an endless ammunition depot with no sign of stopping.
The relentless impacts exploded not only within Nimura Ruruko's flower palace but also shattered her consciousness.
The ultimate pleasure of bareback creampie radiated from her brain throughout her entire body before she could even process it.
Nimura Ruruko's body convulsed uncontrollably, spasming as if damaged circuitry had short-circuited.
After an unknown length of time, Haruto finally withdrew his member from Nimura Ruruko's intimate garden.
Having lost the support from behind, Nimura Ruruko's body collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, immediately kneeling and sitting against Bennia's door.
Her tea-colored hair, dotted with sweat, was disheveled over her shoulders. Her once bright eyes were now hazy and unfocused, with traces of her earlier kiss with Haruto still lingering at the corners of her mouth.
Despite this, she was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with each gasp. The excess life essence and fluids within her were pulled out by gravity as her body trembled, dripping one by one onto Bennia's doorstep.
Upon closer inspection, some of the murky liquid had already seeped through the door crack. If Bennia inside were to open the door, she would inevitably notice.
But at this moment, Nimura Ruruko was too exhausted to care—not just about the fluids that had seeped in, but she didn't even notice the clicking sound of Bennia's door opening.
Haruto and her had been so reckless right outside her own bedroom door. No matter how much Bennia tried to hide under the covers, the scene of the two coupling at the doorway kept replaying in her mind.
Already impatient from waiting, and now tormented by the two, Bennia grew angrier the more she thought about it. When she saw the pungent, sticky liquid flowing in through the door crack, she finally couldn't hold back any longer.
The blue-haired beauty in a seductive qipao flung the door open with a furious air, her willow-like eyebrows furrowed as she prepared to voice her displeasure, but the scene before her completely stunned her.
This was far more obscene than she had imagined...
Nimura Ruruko lifted her head, her eyes already weak and unresponsive, not even reacting to the door opening.
Her delicate body was flushed with red, her sexy lace nightgown and white stockings stained with unknown fluids. But even more of the white liquid continuously flowed from between her unclosed beautiful legs, winding downward like a small stream.
What made Bennia even more dizzy was the thick member between Haruto's legs. Even though he had just released, little Haruto remained as rigid as a cannon barrel.
An invisible heat emanated from the cannon that had just fired, enticing Bennia as if by magic.
Before the beautiful grim reaper from the underworld could speak, Haruto pulled her over first, wrapping his arms around her lovely, sensual body.
Bennia's delicate frame stiffened momentarily before quickly going limp.
Glancing at the still dazed Nimura Ruruko, Bennia proactively reached out with one hand and grasped the hot, rigid little Haruto.
The slippery fluid on it served as lubricant, allowing her to move up and down, back and forth without worrying about hurting Haruto, albeit somewhat awkwardly.
Haruto also slipped his hand through the slit of Bennia's qipao, roaming over her smooth, delicate skin as he caressed her body.
After fondling for a while and discovering that Bennia wore nothing beneath her qipao, Haruto didn't wait any longer.
After carrying Nimura Ruruko—who had regained her senses but whose body remained somewhat limp—back to her room, Haruto immediately returned to Bennia's bedroom.
Without any need for seduction from him, Bennia—already aroused by the live erotic scene—proactively lay prone by the bed, bending over and raising her small bottom.
She lifted the hem of her qipao with one hand, fully revealing her slender, beautiful legs and the most intimate part of her body. Her small buttocks swayed rhythmically from side to side, the pale, flushed flesh appearing as supple and bouncy as jelly under the light, glistening with moisture.
"Haruto-senpai... I've always liked you. Even though you're quite lecherous, I still adore you..."
Bennia turned her head to look at Haruto, her eyes filled with admiration and reverence.
Though the confession under such circumstances was rather absurd, hearing a young girl pour out her true feelings filled Haruto with immense excitement and satisfaction.
Conquering a woman's heart was far more challenging than conquering her body—a truth Haruto now deeply understood.
Thus, even if Bennia's affection was more akin to idol worship than genuine love, it still pleased him greatly.
Seeing Haruto remain motionless, Bennia rolled onto the bed, assuming a position that allowed her to present herself more fully to him.
She spread her thighs as wide as possible and lewdly parted her already drenched, delicate garden with both hands.
"Haruto-senpai... Bennia wants you... Please, give it to me now~!"
Desire surged through Bennia's mind. Her amber pupils seemed to flicker with flames, her breath forming misty puffs, her thighs widely spread, and her hands shamelessly parting the tender, delicate valley. Translucent, shimmering nectar dripped from the flushed, pink slit.
Haruto gazed at Bennia, lying on the bed with her legs spread in seduction. Though she was a slender, cute beauty, her current wanton, thirsty appearance stimulated Haruto, causing him to swell even more.
He could no longer hold back—nor did he need to.
In one swift motion, he positioned himself before Bennia's smooth, delicate body. Gripping his heated length, he pressed against her slick garden, pushed off with his calves, pivoted at the waist, and drove his entire body forward in a fierce thrust!
With a wet "squelch," his entire massive shaft plunged deep into Bennia's moist depths.
Haruto's iron-hard member had struck with such force initially that the bed shook violently. Bennia had arched upward at that very moment, meeting his thrust head-on!
She felt as if her skin were being scraped away, the tip of Haruto's shaft colliding directly with her cervix. Haruto, however, was utterly satisfied, wishing he could thrust with such intensity every time.
"Ah! It hurts... Ugh..."
Though her juices were ample and the passage slick, the sheer size of Haruto's member made Bennia feel as if she were being torn apart during her first time.
Yet, alongside the pain, there was also a strange sense of fulfillment and pleasure.
Driven by this inexplicable ecstasy, she gradually forgot the pain and began to crave more.
"Haruto-senpai... Do it again, just like before... thrust into me hard~!"
Since her initial pleasure had come from such intensity, and it being her first time, Bennia naturally sought to replicate the experience.
Her request was unusual, but Haruto found it quite agreeable. He began thrusting his member as deeply as possible into Bennia's body, driving with all his might while asking,
"Bennia-chan, like this? Ready now... Here I go! ...Hss, ah... This feels amazing, so good... Again, one, two..."
Bennia's buttocks jiggled and trembled from Haruto's thrusts, sending ripples of flesh quivering through her body as she arched her waist to meet his powerful movements.
Her extraordinary physique quickly numbed all pain, allowing her to indulge completely in pleasure, soon gasping and moaning with unrestrained passion.
How sensitive must a maiden be during her first time...
Within just twenty or thirty thrusts, Bennia locked her arms tightly around Haruto's neck, her inner passage convulsing violently as waves of warm, slick virgin essence gushed forth.