After a deep kiss that gradually softened her rigid posture, their lips parted with Tsubaki letting out a delicate moan before turning to lean over the conference table.
The taste of him lingered on her tongue, sweet and intoxicating, making her head spin. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a wild drumbeat echoing the throbbing need building deep within her.
Wiping a silvery strand from his lips, Haruto lifted her plump thighs to give himself more room to move. The smooth fabric of her stockings whispered against his palms as he spread her wider, exposing her glistening, pink flesh to the cool air of the room. A shudder wracked her frame, anticipation coiling tight in her belly.
"Tsubaki-senpai, I'm going to move now."
She could only nod, her face buried in her arms, as she felt the thick, blunt head of his dick press against her entrance once more. The stretch was exquisite, a delicious burn that made her gasp.
Pulsating and being constantly drawn in by her core, he could hardly restrain himself. Her inner walls fluttered around him, a silken, wet fist gripping him with a strength that threatened to make him climax instantly. Each tiny, involuntary contraction of her muscles was a plea for more.
He wanted to go deeper, to mold her tight passage into his own shape. To claim her so thoroughly that she would never forget who she belonged to in this moment. He wanted to hear her scream his name.
Burying her pretty face in her pink arms, Tsubaki let out a soft moan, her seductive voice equally filled with longing. The wood of the table felt cool against her fevered skin, a stark contrast to the inferno he was stoking inside her.
"Okay~"
The single word was a breathy sigh of surrender, giving him full permission to take whatever he desired. Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk, trying to impale herself further on his length.
As expected of an intermediate devil's physique—even a reincarnated one—her adaptability far surpassed that of an ordinary human. Her senses were alight, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure-pain so intense it bordered on madness. She could feel every ridge and vein of his dick as he slid within her, a perfect, devastating fit.
With senses far exceeding normal people, the pleasure she experienced was multiplied several times over. The sound of their bodies meeting, skin slapping against skin, was obscenely loud in the quiet room. The musky, sweet scent of their coupling filled the air, a primal perfume that drove them both wilder.
With just a few gentle withdrawals, Tsubaki shuddered, her pussy overflowing with love juices. Her climax crashed over her without warning, a white-hot burst of sensation that tore a ragged scream from her throat. Her inner walls convulsed around him, milking his length desperately.
Though not a seasoned playboy, Haruto was far from inexperienced, yet even he couldn't help but groan in pleasure. The feeling of her coming apart around him was unparalleled, a tight, wet heaven designed just for him.
So tight yet slick, hot and enveloping, with just the right amount of friction. It was better than any fantasy, better than any dream. He set a relentless pace, each thrust punching a muffled cry from her lips.
The depth was perfect too—his entire length buried inside, just kissing the entrance of her womb. With every deep plunge, he could feel the firm, round tip of his dick nudge against the mouth of her cervix, a sensitive bud that made her see stars.
Nine shallow, one deep; three shallow, one deep... He varied his rhythm, keeping her teetering on the edge of another orgasm. She was so sensitive, every movement sending electric jolts through her overspent body.
Gradually, each thrust reached the deepest point. He savored the sensation of kissing her core, while she couldn't bear to let his heat leave her body. Her nails scraped against the polished wood of the table, searching for a grip as he drove her mindlessly toward oblivion.
Under his relentless efforts, Tsubaki reached her peak for the third time. This one was slower, a deep, rolling wave of pleasure that built and built until it shattered her completely. Her vision whited out, her entire being focused on the point where they were joined.
Her elegant black-stockinged feet curled and relaxed, her long legs tensing straight before finally going limp. Aftershocks racked her frame, gentle tremors that made her quiver around his still-thrusting cock.
Had Haruto not been holding her slender waist, she might have collapsed to her knees. She was boneless, a puppet with its strings cut, utterly at his mercy.
Her sweat-drenched, snow-white body could no longer support itself, slumping fully onto the cool table. Her skin was flushed a pretty pink, glowing with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Her full, rounded breasts spilled slightly under their own weight, delicate pink flesh peeking out. Her hard nipples, a deep rose, rubbed against the smooth wood with each of his movements, sending little thrills of sensation through her.
Her long neck arched as Tsubaki's eyes glazed over, soft cries escaping her lips. She was a portrait of debauched ecstasy, completely lost to the world.
An outsider might have mistaken her for enduring some form of torture. But the sounds she made were pure, unadulterated pleasure, a symphony of moans, whimpers, and breathless pleas for more.
Scalded by her fiery love juices squirting onto his pelvis, Haruto finally reached his limit. Lifting one of her stockinged legs, he drove himself deeper, as if trying to pierce right through her. His balls tightened, drawing up against his body as the pressure built at the base of his spine.
After grinding relentlessly against her core, he was finally satisfied. He buried himself to the hilt, his pubic bone pressing firmly against her swollen clit as he let go.
Haruto relaxed completely, the pleasure he'd held back for so long exploding as he pressed firmly against her entrance, releasing in hot bursts. Rope after thick rope of his cum painted her inner walls, a scalding flood that triggered yet another, smaller climax for her.
Tsubaki, still floating in ecstasy, was sent soaring even higher as his cum surged into her, her eyes rolling back slightly as she ascended to paradise once more. She could feel the warm, liquid heat spreading deep inside her, filling her up, marking her as his.
[Replication Successful]
[Acquired Talent: Intermediate Devil Bloodline]
[Talent Description: Enhances physical attributes, increases mana affinity, boosts magic potency, and improves combat effectiveness at night.]
After releasing billions of his sperm, Haruto collapsed weakly onto Tsubaki. His body was spent, but the feeling of his dick, still semi-hard, nestled within her warm, wet depths was too good to pull out.
His dick remained unspent, continuing to nestle within the heavenly soft pussy, savoring the massage as he delivered the last remnants of his essence. Her passage continued to flutter around him, gently coaxing out every last drop.
Thanks to the successful acquisition of the devil bloodline talent, Haruto's exhausted body recovered slightly. A new surge of energy, dark and potent, flowed through his veins, rejuvenating his muscles and sharpening his senses.
He propped himself up and flipped the dazed Tsubaki onto her stomach. The movement made his dick slide almost entirely out before he pushed back in, making her gasp. Her round, perfect ass was now raised in the air, a tempting sight.
"N-no more… please…"
The friction from the movement made Tsubaki tremble all over, instinctively voicing her refusal. She was oversensitive, her body humming with the aftermath of so many intense orgasms. The thought of another round was both terrifying and tantalizing.
The first time was already this pleasurable—she was nearly addicted. Her body craved his even as her mind begged for respite.
If this continued, she felt like she'd break. She felt so full, so thoroughly used and claimed.
Haruto gave the now-perked-up breasts a playful squeeze and teased, "Tsubaki-senpai, do you want it or not?" His fingers found her stiff nipples, pinching and rolling them gently, sending fresh jolts of pleasure-pain through her.
Tsubaki, powerless to stop Haruto's mischievous hands, endured the waves of pleasure and gasped, "No more… the president will be here soon…" Even as she said it, her hips gave a tiny, betraying wiggle, pressing back against him.
Under normal circumstances, Haruto would've gone for at least one more round. The sight of her prone and willing, her tight little ass presented so perfectly, was a siren's call.
If the lower "mouth" wasn't available, there was always the upper one. He imagined those plump, glossed lips stretched around his dick, and he hardened further inside her.
And if that didn't work, there were still her hands and those black-stockinged feet. He pictured her slender fingers working his shaft, or the silken friction of her stockings.
Honestly, he'd been craving those beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings for a long time. He wanted to feel them wrapped around his waist, or draped over his shoulders as he plunged into her.
But he'd already been drained several times by Rias earlier, and his body hadn't fully recovered. On top of that, Sona Sitri was next in line to drain him…
It was better to behave for now.
That was also why he hadn't indulged in Tsubaki's mouth first.
Fortunately, Tsubaki's body was sensitive, and since it was her first time, she had climaxed several times with ease.
Now that Tsubaki was begging for mercy, Haruto, ever the considerate scoundrel, naturally obliged.
Gently stroking her feverish body, he pressed his lips to hers for a tender moment before holding her close as they waited for Sona's arrival.
"Haru, I need to clean up…"
After breaking through that final barrier, Tsubaki's attitude toward Haruto had clearly changed—even the way she addressed him was different.
Originally, she had considered calling him "Haru-kun," like Akeno did, but the thought of using the same nickname as her friend made her uncomfortable.
After much deliberation, she settled on simply calling him "Haru."
Haruto didn't mind—it sounded better than "Haru-kun" anyway.
"Tsubaki-senpai, when did you notify the president?"
He still addressed her as usual, adding "senpai" at the end—it gave him a sense of conquest.
Haruto had considered calling her "Vice President-sama," but since he used that title often in daily life, it wouldn't have felt as thrilling in bed.
So he dropped the idea.
Tsubaki pressed her legs together and slipped out of Haruto's embrace.
"When I first set up the magic barrier," she said matter-of-factly. "I told the president the good news and asked her to come once she finished her duties."
"What if the president walks in at the wrong time?" Haruto blinked.
"If she sees, she sees."
Tsubaki took small, careful steps as she tidied up the aftermath.
"The president is a girl too—what's the big deal if she sees?"
"Uh…" Haruto was dumbfounded. "You wouldn't be embarrassed?"
Tsubaki thought for a moment. "Not really. I grew up with the president. If she hadn't tacitly allowed it, I wouldn't have been with you in the first place."
"Wait, what…?"
Something felt off to Haruto, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
With the help of magic, Tsubaki quickly cleaned up their battlefield. Even though it was her first time in such a setting, it was still worth commemorating.
Silently reflecting, she picked up her scattered clothes and dressed herself.
The damp panties were uncomfortable, but at least she no longer had to keep her legs tightly pressed together.
Haruto's essence was abundant—while most had entered her womb, a significant amount had flowed back out.
It wasn't that Tsubaki wanted a child or feared staining the floor…
The place was already plenty dirty—a little more white fluid wouldn't make a difference.
But when Haruto had released inside her, she had keenly sensed the energy contained within.
Without her needing to actively absorb it, the energy nourished her body and enhanced her magic power.
The boost wasn't huge, but it was undeniably there.
At the time, dazed and hazy, she had doubted it. But as warmth continued to spread from her lower abdomen, she became certain.
At the same time, she finally recalled a piece of information she had heard when she first met Haruto.
So it was really possible to enhance one's strength through sex—and in every aspect, no less.
That was why she couldn't bear to waste a single drop.
Seeing Tsubaki's strange posture, Haruto simply assumed it was due to her first-time discomfort.
As for why not a drop of his thick essence was lost… he was too pleased to question it.
He didn't just want to mold Tsubaki into his shape—he wanted to dye her in his colors.
As for pregnancy…
Haruto had initially worried about it, but after so much time, neither Reina and the others nor the Takamine sisters—who milked him dry daily—showed any signs of conception.
Gradually, he stopped thinking about it.
This world was strange, and magic existed.
If he wanted children, there were plenty of ways—no need to worry about infertility.
On the contrary, this only made Haruto act even more recklessly.
He had no desire to become a father at such a young age…
Though if his daughter were a teenage beauty with a mature, alluring mother, Haruto wouldn't mind playing the role of a temporary dad.
In truth, the life energy in Haruto's essence was being absorbed.
But Reina and the others were too weak to notice.
Those with A-rank strength, like Tsubaki, could sense the energy fluctuations.
If she wanted to conceive, she could simply use her magic to isolate the life energy and prevent it from dissipating.
Conversely, she could also speed up absorption—though that required special mana circulation techniques and some research.
Like the "side effect" of his dual-cultivation ability, unless Tsubaki told him outright, Haruto would never know.
After all, he couldn't exactly…
Well, even if he could, it wouldn't matter.
The reason Tsubaki refused to let any escape was that once it left her body, the essence would become ordinary white fluid.
The energy within would vanish instantly, losing all its mystical effects.
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