The "Cuckold Protagonist" template made Haruto inherently attractive to women on a soul-deep level, while his dual cultivation abilities satisfied them physically, gradually addicting them.
After prolonged sessions with Haruto, Yukina and the others had slowly molded—both mentally and physically—into shapes that suited him.
To monopolize these benefits—and out of a strange sense of pride—they never told Haruto about this development.
As a result, Haruto still occasionally worried they might end up cuckolding him, making him hesitant about pursuing other women.
He feared that if he spent time with other women and couldn't always be with Reina and the others, they might eventually succumb to temptation…
It wasn't that Haruto didn't trust them, but the impressions from those adult-themed animations always surfaced in his mind.
Besides, their relationship was purely physical to begin with—he had no right to demand they stay away from other men.
He'd been pestered constantly lately, but it was a case of willing parties involved.
If it were just a quick fling to gain some skills, he wouldn't have minded.
But the four of them—Reina and the others—weren't like that.
***
Takamine Residence.
Haruto gave Takamine Ayame's pert, rounded buttocks a pat, signaling the end of the massage.
Ayame rolled over, her ample, snow-white breasts nearly spilling out of her tight swimsuit.
Haruto kept a straight face, his gaze unwavering—fixed squarely on her breasts.
Ayame smirked inwardly and deliberately arched her back slightly, emphasizing her breasts. "Haruto, you've been staying out a lot lately. Did you get yourself a girlfriend?"
Haruto had been struggling to find the right moment to break the ice, but it seemed Ayame was even more impatient than he was.
Mentally noting how aggressive heroines in hentais tended to be, Haruto decided to match her directness.
"Yeah, ever since starting high school, I've somehow become popular. Girls keep confessing to me, and two weeks ago, I accepted three of them."
Ayame froze, caught off guard by his bluntness.
This wasn't how she imagined the conversation going at all...
That timid, passive boy who never took the bait no matter how she teased him—when had he become so assertive?
Seeing Ayame staring at him silently, Haruto touched his face. "Ayame-nee, is there something on my face?"
Ayame shook her head. Haruto was still Haruto—his tone and demeanor hadn't changed.
If anything, it was just his aura that felt different now.
"Three?" Masking her disappointment, she forced a smile. "Not bad at all. My little brother's first time and he already bagged three. Tell me, what are they like? Who are you dating now?"
A faint glint flashed in Haruto's eyes. The subtle shifts in Ayame's expression were painfully obvious to him.
Now that he had a grasp on her feelings, he finally made up his mind.
In this chaotic underworld, strengthening himself was the top priority.
This world wasn't just about magic—there were curses, contracts, and all sorts of supernatural methods.
If he became powerful enough, he could use these means to completely eliminate any risk of betrayal.
Moreover, strength was the key to forcibly breaking free from the so-called "cuckold protagonist template."
Once he realized this, Haruto couldn't help but admire his own ability.
This world was full of ready-made power-ups just waiting to be claimed.
And Ayame before him was one of them.
"Ayame-nee, you've got it wrong. I'm not dating any of them—I just slept with them."
Ignoring her stunned expression, he continued, "Oh, and another one joined this afternoon. So now it's four."
Ayame's eyes widened. "Haruto… you're joking, right?"
"Of course not."
Haruto decided to prove it with action.
"Ayame-nee, look at me."
With that, he pinched her soft cheek and leaned in. Their lips met, the sweet fragrance of her breath filling his senses.
Ayame's lips were soft and juicy. unable to hold back from tasting more of her, Haruto applied pressure with his fingers in her mout,h opening Ayame's lips. As soon as her lips relaxed, Haruto's tongue slipped i,n exploring her sweet taste.
As their tongues intertwined, a notification chimed in his mind.
[Ding—Talent detected: Flexibility]
[Replication in progress…]
What luck! Haruto thought with delight, kissing even more passionately.
Two minutes later, Haruto pulled away satisfied.
Ayame barely resisted. After the initial stiffness, she quickly began responding in kind, inserting her tongue in his mouth, intertwining both of their tongues together in a sloppy kiss.
Now, her face was flushed, her gaze dazed, her slender arms wrapped around Haruto's neck as her smooth, delicate body rubbed against him incessantly.
Kneading her soft breasts in his hands, Haruto chuckled, "Ayame-nee, your kissing skills aren't great. Not at all like the experienced image you project."
Ayame had a bold personality and loved wearing tight swimsuits under open jackets.
Underwear? Absolutely out of the question.
She had no qualms about showing off her hot figure.
To put it bluntly, she carried herself like she was available to anyone.
As her hands wandered downward, feeling Haruto's abdomen, Ayame pouted, "That's right. I've never had a boyfriend, while you're already dating four girls at once."
"I told you, we're not dating... ouch—"
While he was bickering with Ayame, her hands slowly crept down to his dick, holding it with her smooth and slender fingers and giving it a tight squeeze, making Haruto sucked in a sharp breath and stop joking around. "Ayame-nee, easy, easy! I was wrong."
When someone has your weak point in their grasp, sometimes you just have to surrender.
Ayame gave a coquettish hum, switching from squeezing to stroking his dick dick with slow and steady rhythm. "Had I known it'd come to this, I should've just taken you first. Now others have gotten ahead of me."
"Ayame-nee, with how popular you are, you've really never...?"
Haruto was genuinely curious—her outward demeanor certainly seemed very open about perverted things.
Ayame rolled her eyes at him before saying after a moment's thought, "Some girls look pure as snow but have been ridden more dicks than public buses."
Haruto didn't press further—if she didn't want to say, he'd find out soon enough through experience.
Pinning Ayame down on the sofa, he didn't bother removing her swimsuit, simply pushing aside the fabric at the crotch, exposing her vagina, cleanly shaved and begging for penetration.
His fingers moved to her vagina, slowly stroking his fingers to the length of her slit as his thumb pressed her small but hard bud, making her squirm in pleasure. Finally, after making her pussy wet and sloppy, his fingers made their way to the insides of her pussy, plunging inside and stimulating her pussy walls as she moaned.
"Mhhm... Ahhhm~"
"Ayame-nee, I never imagined you'd be completely bare down here."
Haruto was pleasantly surprised. No matter how cleanly shaved, it could never compare to the natural allure.
Excited by the discovery, he leaned in for a closer look, moving his head between her legs and examining her completely bare and dripping pussy, twitching from the stimulation.
"Well, no need to hold back, I guess..."
With that, he drove in, capturing her lower lips in a searing kiss, sucking and licking her vulva as Ayame moaned in pleasure. With his intense sucking, Ayame was in the heavens, love juices glistening her folds as he sucked her pussy lips.
"Agghhhh... Mhhhmm~~"
After enough sucking, his tongue made its way inside her depths, which was sloppy with divine nectar, tasting it as he gobbled her juices, the more came out.
Truth be told, Ayame's love juices were like Ambrosia, making her drunk in her taste as he kept sucking as she screamed from the intense pleasure of having his tongue plunge in and out continuously.
"AHHHhhhhh!!!"
Haruto, seeing her squirming in pleasure, finally gave her what she wanted, moving his mouth to her clit, and he gave it a light bite in her bud. Ayame's eyes rolled back as she came with a loud cry, her love juices splashing against Haruto's face as he drank that sweet nectar coming out of her vagina.
Even after an entire afternoon's sex battle with Reina and others, Little Haruto couldn't resist being fully erect and hard like a rock, seeing that perverted face of his foster sister.
"Haruto, enough... Fuck me already!"
Ayame had already climaxed once from his ministrations, but her lust remained unsated.
Having craved her younger "brother" for years, only for others to take his first, she couldn't bear to wait another moment.
"Right here?"
Haruto worried about Takamine Sayuri returning and getting shocked. Unlike the trio of girls, these two sisters couldn't possibly accept group play immediately.
"Let's go to the bathroom. Easier to clean up afterwards."
"Mm."
Wiping the love juices from his lips, Haruto suddenly scooped Ayame up in his arms, drawing a surprised yelp.
"Haruto, I didn't know you were this strong."
Ayame's tall, curvaceous figure wasn't just for show—combined with her regular swimming, her body was all firm muscle.
In the past, Haruto could never have lifted her.
"Ayame-nee, the real excitement is yet to come. It's too early to be surprised."