The silvery moonlight streamed across the rumpled expanse of the bed, washing over the three exhausted girls who lay completely spent in the aftermath of the fuck session.
Mikan rested on her side, her chest rising and falling in shallow, contented gasps, her dark hair splayed across the damp sheets. Sachie was sprawled facedown near the edge of the mattress, her limbs completely limp and twitching with the occasional, lingering aftershock of a full-body orgasm. Mami had curled herself tightly against Rito's lap, her cheek pillowed on his thigh, her soft body utterly melted into absolute bliss.
Resting on each of their lower stomachs, the Golden Heart Seals pulsed in a slow, rhythmic, dimming amber cadence, signalling that the bonds were resting alongside their exhausted hosts.
And yet, despite having just delivered three massive floods of seed back-to-back, Yuuki Rito felt no true relief.
Once the floodgates of his arousal were forced wide open, three ejaculations were merely an appetizer. His body required a specific threshold, a certain quota of releases, before he would even begin to consider suppressing his bottomless horniness.
Rito looked down at his lap.
His dick was still standing at attention. It hadn't softened in the slightest.
He shifted his gaze to the three girls surrounding him.
Mikan, Sachie, and Mami were completely spent. Their breathing was deep, their bodies heavy with exhaustion. But, as he watched, thick, pearlescent rivers of his own hot semen continued to slowly, lazily ooze from their stretched, swollen, gaping pussies, pooling onto the tangled bedsheets in undeniable proof of how thoroughly he had fucked them.
The visual sent a fresh spike of blinding arousal straight to Rito's groin.
'I... I can't wake them up,' Rito thought, his breath hitching as his erection throbbed painfully against the cool air. 'They're completely drained. They need to sleep... but I'm still burning up. I need more.'
Driven entirely by instinct and a desperate need for someone to satisfy his relentless libido, he made his decision.
With slow, careful movements so as not to disturb Mami's head resting on his leg, Rito slid out from the bed.
He didn't even bother looking for clothes. He stood up in the center of the moonlit bedroom completely naked. His throbbing member jutted out proudly from his waistline, heavy and dripping as he took his first steps toward the bedroom door.
Click.
He unlocked the latch silently, pulled the door open, and stepped out into the dark, empty hallway of the Yuuki household.
…
A few yards away, coming from the opposite direction down the dim corridor, Yami was walking at a steady, measured pace.
Yami was on her way back to Mikan's room after a mandatory, middle-of-the-night trip to the toilet. Her mind was a mess. Ever since witnessing the cove and hearing the muffled, degenerate sounds leaking through the walls earlier, her assassin discipline had been hanging on by a thread.
She turned the corner of the hallway, her red eyes cast downward as she rubbed her temples, trying to force-cleanse her thoughts.
Suddenly, a massive, imposing shadow loomed in front of her.
Yami blinked and raised her eyes.
Standing right in front of her in the pitch-dark hallway, stark naked and walking with a zombie-like focus, was Yuuki Rito. His rock-hard erection bobbed menacingly with every single step he took, gleaming faintly under the moonlight filtering from the window.
Yami froze dead in her tracks.
'E-Eh...?'
Her pupils dilated to the size of dinner plates. Her pale face instantly erupted into a crimson blush.
For three seconds, she stared directly at the one standing less than two feet away from her.
Then, her psychological self-defense mechanisms slammed into gear.
'No! No, no, no, no, no!' Yami's internal panic shrieked in terror. 'This isn't real! My mind is playing tricks on me! I've been thinking about ecchi things for hours, and now my brain is conjuring up hyper-realistic, walking hallucinations!'
Yami aggressively closed her eyes. She started blinking rapidly, violently shaking her head back and forth as if trying to physically dislodge the image from her retinas. She brought both hands up, vigorously rubbing her forehead and her cheeks.
"I hate ecchi people..." Yami muttered aloud, her voice trembling and cracking with denial as she kept her eyes stubbornly glued to the floorboards. "I hate ecchi people... I've been thinking about it way too much... I'm hallucinating... yes, it's just a stress-induced optical illusion... I am hallucinating..."
Without breaking her stride, her eyes squeezed shut, Yami briskly marched straight past the naked, deeply focused Rito, brushing right against his shoulder as she hurried down the hall toward Mikan's room, muttering her anti-ecchi mantra like a desperate prayer.
Rito, entirely consumed by the roaring furnace of his horniness and laser-focused on his destination downstairs, didn't even register her passing. He kept walking, a ghost driven solely by his insatiable hunger.
…
Back inside Rito's bedroom, the heavy silence remained unbroken.
Creak…
Slowly, cautiously, the slatted wooden doors of the built-in closet creaked outward by a fraction of an inch.
Two pairs of eyes peeked through the gap. Assuring themselves that Mikan, Sachie, and Mami were completely unconscious and locked in heavy slumber, the door swung open wider.
Nana Astar Deviluke and Momo Belia Deviluke slipped out into the moonlit room, their feet padding softly against the floor.
Nana's face was still burning a feverish shade of red. Her breathing was shallow, and her fingers clutched the collar of her oversized star-patterned pajamas as if she were holding onto a lifeline.
Despite her immense embarrassment, her violet eyes betrayed her. She couldn't stop looking.
Her gaze drifted irresistibly toward the center of the bed. She stared transfixed at the messy, exposed scene, at Mikan, Sachie, and Mami sprawled out, their swollen, thoroughly stretched pussies still lazily leaking thick, pearlescent rivers of Rito's hot semen down onto the rumpled sheets.
The visual proof of his overwhelming virility hit Nana like a physical blow. Her pussy ached with a sudden, humiliating heat, and her legs trembled violently as a fresh wave of wetness soaked her panties.
Beside her, Momo noticed her twin's stare.
A slow, wicked, and mischievous smile curled the Third Princess's lips. She leaned in close, pressing her mouth right against Nana's ear.
"My, my, Nana," Momo whispered, her voice dripping with sultry, teasing amusement. "You've been staring at their little mess for a full minute now. Are you fascinated by it? Do you perhaps... want to lean in, clean it up, and taste a little bit of your future brother-in-law's seed for yourself?"
Nana's brain violently unhinged.
"I—!"
Nana opened her mouth, intending to let out a furious, ear-splitting shriek of denial at the scandalous proposition.
But realization struck her like lightning. 'The girls are asleep right next to us!'
In a fraction of a second, Nana caught herself. She slapped both of her hands violently over her own mouth, successfully choking off the shout.
Her eyes watered with frustration and embarrassment. She glared daggers at Momo, shooting her twin a look of murderous betrayal.
Without waiting another second, Nana spun on her heel. With her legs shaking and her panties soaked, she practically sprinted across the room, opening the door and bolting down the hallway to escape the suffocating degeneracy of Rito's bedroom.
Momo giggled softly, a melodic, chiming sound that danced in the quiet air.
She turned her head, giving the messy, cum-slicked bed one last hungry, appreciative look. Then, turning gracefully on her heel, Momo followed her sister out of the room, both of them making their silent retreats back toward Lala's dimensional space hidden away in the attic.
…
The first-floor hallway was pitch black and dead silent. The guest room, where Run Elsie Jewelria and Sairenji Haruna were sharing accommodations for the night, sat quietly at the end of the corridor.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sharp sound of knuckles rapping against the wood echoed through the dark hallway.
Inside the guest room, the sound immediately registered.
Hearing the sound, Run Elsie Jewelria stirred. She blinked her eyes open, rubbing the sleep from her face.
'Eh? Who could that be at this hour?' Run thought sleepily. 'Is it Mikan-chan? Or maybe it's Rito-kun who missed me so much that he came to me… Nah, whom am I kidding…'
Quietly, so as not to wake Haruna who was sleeping soundly beside her, Run pushed back her blankets. She padded softly across the floorboards in her bare feet and slid the door open.
"Coming~... just a minute..." Run whispered, a gentle, sleepy smile on her face as she looked out into the dark hallway. "If you need a midnight snack or—"
Run's sentence died instantly in her throat.
Her hot pink eyes widened to the absolute size of dinner plates. Her jaw went slack, and the breath evacuated her lungs in a sharp gasp.
Standing right in the doorway, illuminated by the faint ambient light from the hallway, was Yuuki Rito.
He was completely naked. His chest heaved with slow, measured breaths, his golden-brown skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. But what utterly paralyzed Run's brain was the massive erection standing proudly at attention.
Seeing Rito like that, a violent, scorching wave of liquid heat plummeted straight to her pussy, instantly soaking her panties, and a flush of brilliant pink rushed across her cheeks, and her knees grew dangerously weak.
Without uttering a single word of protest or shock, Run took two slow steps backward.
She gripped the edges of the door, pulling it open as wide as she possibly could, silently inviting the starving Harem King straight into the room.
Within the quiet guest room, safely tucked away under the heavy blankets, Sairenji Haruna stirred sleepily at the sudden draft of cool air. She shifted, slowly rubbing her heavy eyelids, her voice thick with nighttime fatigue.
"Run-chan... who is it...?" Haruna mumbled softly into the dark, waiting for her friend to answer.
When no reply came, Haruna blinked her eyes open, adjusting to the darkness. She turned her head toward the doorway.
As her sleepy gaze finally focused on the towering, naked silhouette standing in the entryway, framed by the hallway light and dominated by an impossible, throbbing wall of flesh, Haruna's breath caught violently in her windpipe.
Her eyes widened in shock, her face exploding into a shade of crimson.
"R-Rito...-kun?!" Haruna gasped loudly.
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