"Can you see, Mitarai? Asia—who always adores you and smiles so sweetly—is sleeping so vulnerably right in front of you."
Just as Rias said, the golden-haired girl, Asia, lay sprawled across the bed, limbs splayed carelessly as soft breaths escaped her lips.
The honey-gold strands of her hair fanned across the pristine white sheets, creating an ethereal beauty. Dressed only in thin sleepwear—likely due to having just gone to bed—her budding breasts rose and fell enticingly with each breath.
"Fufu~, no need to stare so hard. Asia is your woman, you know? If you want to touch her, you can do so whenever you please. Groping her breasts or ass in public… or teasing her while she sleeps like this—it's all allowed."
Unable to resist Rias' temptations, Mitarai's hand slowly reached out, cupping one of Asia's breasts. If what Rias had said was true, Asia's chest had grown another cup size recently.
What had once been modest when they first met had now developed into full, alluring curves—enough to ensnare any man, and Takashi was no exception.
As his fingers sank into the soft flesh, the plush, mochi-like texture filled his palm.
"I'm sure you've heard, but Asia's breasts have grown again. She was a C-cup before, but now she's a D. Issei and the other perverts are going to be staring even more now~."
Her words stoked both the primal instincts and possessive jealousy within him, whispered right into his ear as he lost himself in fondling Asia's chest.
Asia had always been popular regardless of grade—her innocent looks and affectionate personality drew people in.
Now that she was blossoming into an even more womanly, captivating beauty, it was no surprise that she'd attract even more attention. Before becoming Mitarai's woman, her charm had been in her pure, childlike demeanor, but lately, she'd begun exuding a seductive allure.
She wasn't on the same level as the two leading onee-samas, Rias or Akeno, but her popularity had already caught up to the mascot-like Koneko—and in a shorter time, at that.
"Nn~ Fuu~ Ahn~…"
Despite being asleep, Asia reacted vividly to his touch, her sweet, breathy moans slipping past her lips.
The intoxicating sound struck Mitarai like a spell, spurring his hands to move faster—not just kneading her breasts but also sliding down to grope her ass over her nightgown. The plush softness there was different from her chest, yet just as addictive, clinging to his fingers even through the fabric.
"My, my~, looks like my words lit a fire in you. Feeling her through pajamas isn't enough, is it? Let's take them off. I'll help~."
With Rias' assistance (though the thin sleepwear would've been easy for Mitarai to remove alone), Asia was stripped bare in seconds.
Yet, she showed no signs of waking, still breathing peacefully in deep slumber.
The reason for this was simple—they were in Rias' bedroom, where Asia had been staying over.
The sleeping potion, brewed from flowers that bloomed only during rare seasons in the Underworld, was potent enough to keep her unconscious even if music played beside her—or even if someone tried to strangle her.
Originally created for assassination purposes, it wasn't something available on the market. But with the influence of the Gremory heir's name—and Rias' own reputation—she had obtained it effortlessly.
Asia Argento, ever eager to please Mitarai, had happily consumed the drugged dinner without hesitation.
"Fufu~, Asia's body has become so womanly, hasn't it? Look, not just her breasts—her hips have widened too. She'll be able to bear plenty of your children, Mitarai~." Rias ran her hands over Asia's freshly exposed ass as she spoke.
Indeed, Asia's body was rapidly preparing itself for pregnancy. While Mitarai intended to wait until after graduation, Asia's instincts refused to wait—her body maturing as if begging to be filled now.
"This girl… her pussy's already dripping. Look at how thick and sticky her juices are, pulling into strings. She's begging for Mitarai's cock. And what's a dominant male like him supposed to do when she's this desperate?"
Her voice was pure provocation.
Though Rias and Mitarai had a clear hierarchy as female and male, she had no qualms about teasing him if it stoked his desire.
With a quick click, his belt came undone, and in one smooth motion, his pants and underwear dropped—his thick cock springing free, already fully erect.
Just from touching Asia's flawless, doll-like skin, his shaft had hardened to its fullest, pointing straight up. His heavy balls swayed beneath, packed with countless sperm, eager for release.
"I'll hold her open for you. Just thrust in~ Fufu, like this, Asia looks just like a Fleshlight, doesn't she? Your personal fuck toy. Go ahead and enjoy her to your heart's content, Taka-sama~!"
With a lewd squelch, his throbbing dick plunged deep into her slick, waiting folds.
Asia's dripping cunt, already worked up from Mitarai and Rias' touches, clung to him hungrily—each ripple of her inner walls guiding him toward her deepest reaches.
Her well-trained passage remembered the shape of his cock perfectly, squeezing and milking him as he pushed relentlessly forward.
In an instant, the swollen tip of his shaft kissed her quivering cervix, sending sparks of pleasure through them both the moment it pressed against that tight, ring-like entrance.
Hips locked together, they remained still for a brief moment, savoring the overwhelming pleasure. A slow, intoxicating heat spread through Takashi's body, drawing a low groan from his lips.
Asia's snug warmth always made him lose himself like this—just being inside her was enough to drown in bliss.
Like Rias, Asia's body was perfectly attuned to his. Even without movement, her velvety inner walls pulsed and rippled around him, massaging his cock with just the right pressure.
"Look at her~ Asia's making such a happy face. Hehe, seeing my cute little servant so pleased makes me happy too. Come on, don't just stay still—pound into her. She'll love it even more."
Schlick! Schlick! The lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.
Mitarai's rough breaths, Rias' sultry giggles, and Asia's soft, rhythmic moans—occasionally breaking into adorable gasps—blended together in the heat of the moment.
Gripping Asia's slender waist—so delicate it almost worried him—he pistoned into her with animalistic fervor, slamming his cockhead against her cervix over and over.
Each thrust forced her tight, fluttering walls apart, only for them to greedily tighten around him again, resisting yet welcoming his girth.
Their mixed fluids—her sticky arousal and his leaking pre-cum—acted as the perfect lubricant as he drove into her again and again, losing himself in the rhythm.
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