*Note: this R-18 chapter is very short, I know but I wrote a long time ago so I can't change it but don't worry, the next one will be very long, I'll assure yo so please forgive me.
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However, a strange thought crossed my mind at that moment. Why is it that so far, both of the girls I've seen naked have no pubic hair? Will it be like this with every woman I sleep with in the future? Honestly, as long as a woman is clean and well‑groomed, I don't mind if she has it or not. But if I had to choose, I'd prefer her without. And I think most men would agree with me.
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"D-don't stare at me like that," Yami stammered, embarrassed.
After removing her underwear, Yami realized the way Akira was staring at her, and her face went as red as a tomato. But when her gaze slipped lower, she froze. Lala had warned her beforehand, but still, the size of Akira's cock shocked her. How could a man be that big? Even if she had never seen another to compare, she was certain Akira's was massive.
{Note: remember, Akira's cock isn't monstrous, but it is definitely big}
"You're so beautiful, Yami," I said.
Yami didn't know whether to thank me or crawl into a hole and hide. But before she could react, she was even more surprised when I gently pushed her onto the bed and started eating her pussy without warning.
"Ahhn, Akira, no!" Yami moaned.
The instant my mouth brushed her slit and my tongue slid inside, she nearly climaxed on the spot.
"Sorry, but your pussy is so delicious, I just can't help myself," I said.
I had eaten Lala countless times before, but Yami's taste was in no way inferior. I couldn't resist savoring her.
As my tongue lapped at her folds, Yami moaned uncontrollably. Soon her mind grew hazy, her thoughts dissolved, and all that was left was the pleasure of being licked by the man she loved.
As a curious note: Yami had never once touched herself, always considering such acts impure. Yet here she was, lying on the bed while Akira devoured her pussy, her voice trembling with pleasure.
I didn't stop licking until she came.
"Haa… haa… haa…!" Yami gasped.
Yami had just climaxed and lay exhausted.
"Did it feel good?" I asked curiously.
Yami didn't answer. She turned her head, covering her eyes with her arm. She was too embarrassed to say anything. Did it feel good? Of course it did! In fact, it was the most incredible sensation she had ever experienced. It felt like her soul had left her body, her mind blank—a dangerously addictive, blissful feeling. But… how could she admit such a thing? It was far too embarrassing!
"I'll take that as a yes. But the best is still to come," I said with a smile.
Then, I placed my cock at the entrance of Yami's pussy.
Feeling something press against her, Yami immediately looked down. When she saw it was Akira's cock, her blush deepened even further.
"Once I enter you, you'll be mine forever. Are you ready?" I asked.
Yami nodded lightly but didn't speak a word. She was mortified, but was she going to run away? Of course not. Sex was something normal between couples, and Yami knew that. Even if she felt shy, she knew this was something she had to do. They were already engaged, and one day they would be husband and wife… well, husband and concubine, but close enough.
Seeing her nod, I began sliding my cock into her slowly, enjoying how her tight walls clung to me, as if trying to rip me apart. Fortunately, with my experience, I could resist the urge to cum, and little by little, I pushed myself all the way inside.
On the other hand, Yami felt something filling her more and more. Pain? Lala had told her that, since it was her first time, she would definitely feel pain for a while, but then it would fade and never return. But… where was the pain? Yami was utterly confused. She couldn't understand why there was none. Instead, what she felt was pleasure—the same kind she experienced when she climaxed, maybe less intense, but still absolutely amazing.
"Since it doesn't seem to hurt, I'll start moving. Don't worry, I'll go slow until you get used to it," I said.
"Y-yes…" Yami whispered unconsciously.
It was the first time she spoke, her voice trembling as the pleasure began consuming her thoughts.
With her response, I started moving slowly. But it didn't take long before Yami grew used to the sensation and began moaning loudly. At that point, I no longer held back and started thrusting into her hard, without restraint.
The rest of that night is blurry, but what I do remember is fucking Yami for hours, in every position and all over the room. Before passing out, I counted cumming about six times, while Yami climaxed ten times (at least as far as I could keep track). An absurd number, impossible in my previous world, where women could never reach that many orgasms in just a few hours.
But that wasn't the only incredible thing—I was too. Cumming six times was insane. In my previous life, and even the first time with Lala, I could only cum twice before collapsing in exhaustion. But now, just over a week later, after countless sessions, my stamina had improved dramatically. I could cum six times in a single night. I'm more convinced than ever that the more I use the Omnitrix aliens, the stronger I become. Though so far, the only clear improvement has been in my stamina. Why is that?
Either way, after that long session, both of us fell asleep in bed, Yami resting her head on my bare chest.
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The next morning.
Sunlight poured through the window, waking not Akira, but our golden‑haired beauty, Yami, who, exhausted from the long night, stirred later than usual.
As soon as she opened her eyes, memories of everything that happened came rushing back. Blushing furiously, she pulled the sheets over her face.
"How could I have acted so shamelessly last night?" she thought.
Yami knew this had only been her first time. From now on, sex would become completely normal. In fact, before sleeping with Akira, Lala had explained everything to her and even set up a sex schedule. The plan was simple: they would take turns—one day Lala, the next day Yami. That way, both would have the same number of days. Yami had only been able to nod, mortified.
After a while, Yami realized something—Akira wasn't in bed.
"Where could he be?" she wondered.
She quickly looked toward the nightstand, but the alarm clock lay on the floor, probably knocked down during their wild sex. Picking it up, she saw it was still early.
"How strange. Even though I barely slept, I feel full of energy, completely refreshed," she thought.
And it was true. She didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, her body brimmed with energy—more than usual.
"Anyway, I'll take a bath and then head downstairs… I smell of sex," Yami muttered.
It wasn't that she smelled bad—just the lingering scent of sex everywhere, with semen still dripping from her pussy. She needed to wash up thoroughly before getting dressed.
Luckily, despite how many times Akira had cum inside her, Yami was certain she wouldn't get pregnant. Why was she so sure? Wait—why hadn't Lala gotten pregnant after all their sessions? The answer was simple, and all thanks to Lala.
After her first time with Akira, as expected, he came inside her. The next day, Peke panicked. Humans were genetically highly compatible with Devilukians, so it was easy for one to impregnate the other. Lala was still too young for pregnancy—maybe in the future it wouldn't matter, but for now it was far too soon.
But there was one problem: human medicine had no effect whatsoever on Devilukian bodies. Why? Human medicine was far too primitive compared to theirs. For any Devilukian—or really, any alien on Earth—taking a human medicine was like eating candy: it had no effect. So how could they avoid pregnancy? The answer was Lala's contraceptive gun.
The contraceptive gun was a pistol‑shaped device Lala invented in just a few hours. Its function was simple—it fired a harmless energy beam that worked as birth control. But one might ask: weren't there already contraceptives Devilukians could use? Yes. In fact, there were alien doctors on Earth, but aside from Mikado, neither Lala nor Yami knew anyone. Besides, Lala simply loved inventing.
So, the day before, Lala had told Yami she would build her a contraceptive gun and leave it in her room, so she could put it in her pocket dimension upon waking up. By "room," of course, she meant Yami's portable room, located right next to hers.