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The two of them seemed completely immersed in this three-person feast. Sometimes, they would even kiss and caress each other, their tongues meeting in a wet, lesbian display right in front of me while I took turns fucking them deeply — alternating between Himeko's hot, plush, gripping pussy and Black Swan's cool, silky, rhythmically milking channel. Each penetration was accompanied by loud, wet squelching sounds as their juices mixed with the pool water. When I came, I filled them with thick, heavy ropes of cum, their bellies visibly swelling slightly from the volume before the excess gushed out in creamy white streams around my cock, dripping heavily down their thighs and clouding the water around us in milky clouds.
This three-person "battle" in the water was full of primal wildness and abandon. Water splashed into the air with our impacts, turning into sparkling droplets under the moonlight. Moans, gasps, laughter, the sound of water... various sounds intertwined into a chaotic, lewd, yet life-filled symphony.
For three whole hours, we were like tireless beasts, madly entangled, demanding, and releasing in this small pool. I couldn't remember how many times I had released into the depths of their warm bodies, nor how many times the two of them had reached the peak of ultimate bliss, their pussies clenching and squirting around my cock as thick white cum gushed out in heavy, messy streams with every withdrawal, coating their thighs and floating in milky clouds in the water.
It wasn't until late at night, with the moon high in the sky and even the pool water feeling warmer and thicker from our excessive passion, that this long and intense sexual encounter finally came to a slow close.
The last bit of strength was drained from me. I felt my vision blacking out, my body as limp as mud, nearly sinking to the bottom of the pool. The pool water was no longer clear; the surface glinted with a strange, milky and transparent luster—a mix of our three juices and semen. The blue stones at the edge and the discarded towels were also covered in ambiguous water marks and spots of white. The air was thick with the scent of steam, sweat, and the unique sweet-and-musky smell following lovemaking.
After resting for a few dozen minutes, Himeko and Black Swan, who had recovered some strength, supported each other to stand steadily. Then, they combined their efforts to drag the exhausted me out of the water. They haphazardly wiped their bodies and mine with towels, then draped my arms over their shoulders, supporting me back to the villa's bedroom.
At the bedroom door, I said goodnight to Himeko and Black Swan. Watching their retreating figures—smiling with a hint of lethargy—I let out a long breath. I felt as if my body had been hollowed out; I was beyond exhausted and just wanted to collapse onto the bed and sleep.
Dragging my nearly broken body, I pushed open my bedroom door, ready to embrace the soft mattress.
However, the scene before me made me freeze instantly—
Two small figures were sitting on my bed! It was March 7th and Silver Wolf! The two were each holding a handheld console, focused intensely on a local duel, their mouths shouting things like "Charge!" and "Watch your back!"
As for my blanket, it had long since been kicked onto the floor and crumpled into a ball.
Hearing the door open, they both looked up. Seeing me leaning against the doorframe—exhausted, pale, and walking unsteadily—Silver Wolf was the first to smirk, her tone filled with unhidden provocation:
"Oh, little Gray-hair, back so soon? What's wrong? You look terrible, like you've been sucked dry. Are you 'done' already?"
The word "done" was like two needles stabbing into my nerves, which were already hypersensitive from the continuous battle! The exhaustion seemed instantly cleared by a surge of inexplicable anger and a competitive fire.
Alright, Silver Wolf! You dare mock me? Tonight, I'm going to make you cry and beg for mercy!
Almost as soon as the thought appeared, my body acted before my mind. I threw off the towel loosely wrapped around my waist, letting it fall, and with a desperate ferocity, I lunged at the two small figures on the bed who were still playing games!
"Aya—!" "Hey! What are you doing?!"
The sudden attack made them both scream. The handhelds were tossed aside, and the bedroom was instantly filled with the gasps and shrieks of girls—startled and annoyed, but quickly turning into seductive moans! An ambiguous and lewd atmosphere rapidly filled the room.
This sudden "battle" was far more chaotic and crazed than any before! My hands were like they had a mind of their own, wandering wildly over two equally young yet distinct bodies. Sometimes I squeezed the perfectly rounded, youthful buds on March 7th's chest — her perky, B-cup breasts with small, sensitive pink nipples that hardened instantly under my fingers — feeling her squirm beneath me like a whimpering kitten while I kissed her deeply, our tongues tangling messily as she moaned into my mouth. Other times, I reached for Silver Wolf's small but exceptionally perky and firm peach-like buttocks and her tiny, sensitive A-cup breasts with tiny, puffy pink nipples, drawing a muffled groan she couldn't suppress despite her usually cold expression, while I captured her lips in a hungry kiss, sucking on her tongue and nibbling her lower lip until she was gasping.
The two of them seemed to have their own sense of competition sparked by my sudden, fierce offensive, or perhaps they simply surrendered to the chaotic pleasure. They were no longer just passive recipients; they began to entangle me actively. March 7th used her inexperienced, passionate mouth to clumsily kiss and bite my neck and shoulders, leaving ambiguous red marks, her small tongue licking eagerly while her perky breasts pressed against my chest. Silver Wolf used her hacker-like "precise operations," her nimble fingers fanning the flames at every sensitive point on my body, even whispering dirty words mixed with video game terminology into my ear—enough to make any man explode instantly—while kissing me with surprising skill, her tongue flicking teasingly.