Haruto's large hands took care of washing Sayuri, while Ayame's fair, delicate little hands tended to his body.
A soft, appreciative sigh escaped Ayame's lips as her soapy fingers traced the powerful lines of his back, feeling every muscle twitch and flex under her ministrations. The steam from the shower curled around them, a fragrant mist that clung to their heated skin.
The bathtub was too small, so the three could only stand side by side under the shower in an intimate arrangement.
After washing her breasts, Haruto's hands slid downward, teasing the adorable belly button for a moment before passing over the flat stomach and arriving at the top of her thighs.
"Yuri-nee, steady now."
Haruto chuckled darkly as his scorching hands covered her dripping wet vagina.
His fingers found her slick, heated pussy, not just covering but parting, stroking, and exploring her most sensitive flesh with an intimate knowledge that made her knees buckle.
Sayuri's panting turned into moans, her long, shapely legs unable to remain steady.
A shuddering cry was torn from her throat as his thumb found her swollen clit, circling it with a pressure that was both torturous and exquisite. Her head fell back against his broad shoulder, her body arching into his touch.
Holding her limp body tightly, Haruto turned to Ayame.
"Ayame-nee, help me get her in position."
Ayame's eyes, dark with her own need, watched his every move. She bit her lip, her own body aching with a familiar emptiness only he could fill.
As slender fingers slid back and forth rapidly, Haruto closed his eyes in pleasure. Only then did Ayame crouch down to adjust positions.
Her own delicate fingers, now slick with her arousal, guided his thick, pulsing length to her sister's dripping entrance. She could feel the heat radiating from him, a testament to his barely leashed power.
With her considerate assistance, Sayuri's body successfully gained an additional support point inside.
In one smooth, powerful thrust, Haruto sheathed his dick fully within Sayuri's tight, wet vagina. A guttural groan rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, primal satisfaction.
But far from helping her stand steady, this support point only made her weaker all over.
She felt impossibly full, stretched to her limit around his girth. Each tiny movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, making her whimper against his skin.
After thrusting slowly a few times, Haruto simply lifted Sayuri's legs into a full split.
The new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper, hitting a spot inside her that made her vision whiten at the edges. Her inner walls fluttered wildly around his invading hardness.
"As expected of a gymnast. Yuri-nee's body is so flexible."
His dick twitched in pleasure as Haruto sighed in admiration.
He could feel every one of her folds clenching and milking him, a silken, vice-like grip that threatened to make him cum instantly.
"No matter how many times, it always feels this good."
Ayame watched from the side, eyes filled with envy.
Her hand slipped between her own legs to her needy vagina, her fingers frantically mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts, desperate to soothe the ache he had ignited.
Her gaze fixed on where Haruto and Sayuri were joined, her fingers mimicking the movements of his dick, her fingers plunging in and out of her own pussy.
A soft, slick sound accompanied her movements, a lewd counterpoint to the slapping of wet skin and their mingled moans as Haruto kept thrusting inside of Sayuri as she moaned. She imagined it was him filling her, stretching her, claiming her.
"Mmm... M-Master... that woman... this afternoon..."
Sayuri was too overwhelmed to speak properly, only managing to ask haltingly: "Did you... also... claim her..."
The thought of another woman experiencing his fierce passion sent a jolt of something hot and possessive through her, making her clench around him even tighter.
"Yeah."
Haruto changed positions, now facing Sayuri.
He pulled out slowly, making her gasp at the sudden emptiness, only to lift her effortlessly and impale her on his throbbing dick once more, this time facing him.
She cooperated perfectly, wrapping her arms around Haruto's neck and her long legs around his waist, hanging onto him completely.
She could feel every inch of him buried deep within her, the base of his shaft grinding against her most sensitive nub with every movement.
"Compared to magic, you seem more concerned about my relationship with Tsubaki-senpai?"
This position made it easier for Haruto to move. Still with his dick inside of her tight vagina, they slipped into the bathtub.
The warm water enveloped them, amplifying every sensation. The buoyancy made her feel weightless, yet he was an anchor of pure, solid pleasure inside her.
In the water, the resistance was slightly greater, but Little Haruto could experience different sensations—tighter, warmer, as if a small mouth was wrapping around and sucking with each movement.
Each thrust of his dick inside of her sent currents of water swirling around them, caressing skin already hyper-sensitive. Her inner walls clung to him desperately with every withdrawal, as if begging him not to leave.
"Tsubaki-senpai? Magic?"
Ayame suppressed the tingling itch, kneeling by the bathtub and sticking out her tongue for a kiss.
She needed to taste him, to share the intimacy he was bestowing upon her sister. Her nipples, hard and twitching, brushed against the cool tile of the tub.
Haruto kissed her while his left hand kneaded her soft, plump mounds.
His fingers plucked at her taut nipple, pinching and rolling it, sending sharp bolts of pleasure straight to her core. She moaned into his mouth, her own hand moving faster between her thighs.
"Smack~"
After the lingering wet kiss ended, Haruto patted Sayuri's jade-like buttocks, signaling her to move on her own.
The sharp smack sent a jolt through her, a delicious sting that only heightened her arousal. She began to move, rocking her hips in a slow, grinding rhythm that made him groan.
Leaning lazily in the bathtub, he closed his eyes, enjoying Sayuri's active service.
He could feel the rippling contractions of her orgasm building around him, her body taking what it needed from his. It was a mesmerizing sight, watching her lose herself in the sensations he provided.
His hands weren't idle either, finding their way to Ayame's thighs and beginning to work.
His fingers, skilled and knowing, found her dripping slit. Two fingers slid into her tight and burning pussy with ease, curling upwards to stroke that spot that made her cry out.
"It's a long story. A while back, my lust suddenly increased..."
Haruto had long wanted to tell the Takamine sisters about the hidden world. If possible, he even wished for them to obtain supernatural powers as well.
His words were punctuated by the wet sounds of Sayuri bouncing upon his dick and Ayame's soft, keening moans as his fingers worked her towards her peak, curling inside of her as his thumb rubbed her clit.
Today, with Tsubaki Shinra's matter as the perfect segue, he could explain everything at once.
"Mhhm... I-I'm C-Cumming!!!"
"M-More... M-Me t-too... C-Cumming!!!"
A few minutes later, the Takamine sisters simultaneously let out high-pitched moans, their bodies tensing before relaxing again.
Sayuri's inner walls convulsed around him in a powerful climax, her love juices mixing with the bathwater. At the same time, Ayame's release gushed over his hand, her body trembling violently as she rode out her pleasure.
Haruto's face darkened. "Were you two even listening?"
"Y-yes... we were..." Ayame stuck out her tongue playfully. "But more importantly, isn't it my turn now?"
She looked down at him with hooded eyes, her body still quivering from her orgasm but already craving the real thing. The emptiness inside her was a palpable ache.
Sayuri clenched her thighs tightly, pressing her lower abdomen firmly against Haruto's length.
The movement made him throb inside her, a fresh wave of sensation washing over her oversensitive body. She could feel him, so hard and thick, and the need for him to fill her with his seed became an obsession.
"Master... why aren't you... cumming?"
Haruto huffed and thrust his hips slightly. "It hasn't been that long, and you're moving so slowly."
As his length rubbed against her sensitive core, Sayuri shuddered with another small climax.
A weak, breathy sigh escaped her as another, smaller orgasm rippled through her, leaving her boneless and utterly spent in his arms.
"Sayuri~"
Ayame grabbed her older sister's ample breasts threateningly. "If you don't get up now, I won't hold back."
Her fingers squeezed the soft flesh, pinching the hardened peaks, a mix of threat and promise. She needed her turn, needed to feel him, now.
Unable to coax his release, Sayuri reluctantly gave in to Ayame's dominance and moved aside.
With a soft, wet sound, he slipped out of her, leaving her feeling empty and aching. She watched with a mix of exhaustion and jealousy as her sister eagerly took her place.
The purple-haired, ponytailed beauty riding Haruto was replaced by a pink-haired, twin-tailed one.
Ayame didn't waste a second. She positioned herself above him, guiding his slick, throbbing length to her entrance before sinking down onto him in one fluid, desperate motion.
Haruto didn't need to move—he simply lay back and let her take charge.
She rode him with a frantic, hungry pace, her hips bucking, taking him so deep she could feel him in her womb. Her breasts bounced enticingly with every movement.
Groping the bouncing mounds above him, he watched as the Takamine sisters panted with glazed, heart-shaped pupils and decided not to press the matter further.
The sight of Ayame's abandon and Sayuri's sated, watchful eyes was more than enough to hold his attention. The secrets of the world could wait.
"Anyway, just know that magic exists in this world, along with devils, monsters, and other supernatural beings."
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After their bath, the battlefield shifted to the master bedroom on the second floor.
The large bed, still smelling faintly of their previous encounters, welcomed them. The sheets were cool against their feverish skin, a contrast to the heat building between them.
Ever since Haruto had taken the Takamine sisters, he had moved straight into Kasumi Takamine's bedroom.
The three of them slept together there almost every night.
And every night, the bed became a stage for their intense sex session, the air filling with the sounds of their lovemaking until the early hours.
As for what would happen when Kasumi returned...
The thought of the mature, voluptuous woman joining them sent a thrill of anticipation through him. The bed was certainly big enough.
Well, he'd deal with her directly, of course.
A dark, possessive smile touched his lips. He imagined her cries of pleasure mingling with her daughters', all of them his, completely and utterly.
A family should stay united—since the Takamine sisters alone weren't enough for Haruto, calling their mother for backup was only natural.
On the other hand, Kasumi was in the prime of her womanhood and had tempted Haruto more than once with her mature, alluring body.
He remembered the way her tight dresses hugged her generous curves, the knowing look in her eyes, the way she would 'accidentally' bend over in front of him.
Back then, due to the Cuckold Protagonist Template, Haruto could only play dumb, at most stealing some cheap thrills.
The memory of his past weakness was like a fire in his blood, fueling his desire to claim what should have been his all along.
But now... he intended to pay her back tenfold.
9:17 PM.
Each Takamine sister had received their share of his cum and now nestled obediently against Haruto's sides.
Their bodies were slick with a thin sheen of sweat, their scents—a mix of sex, perfume, and him—mingling in the air. They traced lazy patterns on his chest, too satiated to move.
"Haru—"
Smack! Haruto delivered a sharp slap to Ayame's plump backside. "I told you to call me 'Master,' even in public from now on."
The red handprint bloomed on her pale skin, a mark of his ownership. She mewled, pressing herself closer to him, the sting only feeding her submission.
"Fine, fine."
Ayame didn't mind—if he wanted her to call him that, she would. She was naturally outgoing anyway.
A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. She imagined calling him 'Master' in a crowded street, the secret thrill of it making her squirm.
If Haruto wanted, she'd even do it outside.
"Master, what's the deal with magic?"
Now that she was satisfied, curiosity finally overpowered desire. Ayame asked, "And who was that woman Sayuri saw this afternoon?"
Haruto couldn't hide the fact that he had other women. Every time he returned, the lingering scents on him were unmistakable to anyone with a functioning sense of smell.
Sometimes, he didn't even need to be sniffed out—just taking off his clothes revealed kiss marks all over.
"This is magic."
Haruto channeled his mana, and a cluster of golden lightning crackled in his palm.
Thanks to his innate talent for lightning, he had finally grasped the basics of thunder magic.
The Takamine sisters watched the flickering arcs with amazement, especially Ayame, who looked like she wanted to reach out and touch it.
Sayuri, being more reserved and having already witnessed a far more dazzling magic circle that afternoon, remained still.
Haruto didn't stop them—this was just a harmless gathering of lightning elements, not even a proper lightning spell. At worst, touching it would numb them for a few seconds.
Ayame reached out to brush her fingers against the golden arcs in Haruto's palm. The next moment, her body trembled, her eyes glazing over.
"Master… can you release this magic… somewhere else?"
Haruto: "???"
His confusion lasted only a second before he followed her lust-filled gaze down his own body to his still hard dick. Understanding dawned, and a slow, wicked grin spread across his face.
Of course, she'd take it there...
Ayame giggled, tightening her grip on Haruto's arm as her ample chest completely engulfed it.
"Master~ Try it~ It's all tingly and feels so good~~"
She rubbed herself against him, her nipple hardening against his skin. The mere thought of that electrifying sensation coursing through her womb made her drip with anticipation.
"Well… why not?"
Seeing Ayame's eager expression, Haruto couldn't resist his curiosity.
A new kind of excitement thrummed through him. This was a frontier he had never considered exploring, a perfect fusion of his power and his pleasure.
He'd heard of electrostimulation before, but he'd never considered using thunder magic for that purpose…
He focused, carefully channeling a minute, harmless amount of lightning elemental energy, shaping it not into a spell, but into a constant, low-level current around his hardened dick.
As the lightning-infused "Little Haruto" entered Ayame, it was as if a new world had opened before him.
Her eyes flew open, a scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy catching in her throat. Every nerve ending in her channel was set alight, singing with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
With just the slightest movement, Ayame's eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out as she wore the face of a complete degenerate.
Her body seized up, her back arching off the bed violently as an orgasm more powerful than any she had ever known ripped through her without warning. Her inner walls clamped down on him in a rapid, rhythmic vise.
Savoring the intense, rhythmic clenching around him, Haruto felt like he'd discovered something revolutionary.
The sensations were incredible for him too. The tiny arcs of energy danced across his sensitive skin, amplifying every sensation tenfold while her convulsing inner muscles milked his dick relentlessly.
If lightning worked, then what about fire, ice, or water elements…?
His mind raced with possibilities. The gentle heat of fire magic, the shocking chill of ice, the swirling currents of water… each could provide a unique, unimaginable experience.
Couldn't they all be experimented with?
And from another angle—if Ayame could master one of these elemental forces herself…
The image of her, fingers crackling with lightning as she touched herself, crying out his name, flashed in his mind. It was a dangerously enticing thought.
Ahem!
Haruto decided he'd let Tsubaki test it first next time.
She was far more experienced and had greater control. She was the perfect, and safest, candidate for such… experimental applications of thaumaturgy.
After all, the requirements were quite high. In the throes of ecstasy, few could maintain precise control over magical elements.
A weaker effect—or even dissipating entirely—was fine. The real danger was accidentally overdoing it.
Haruto had no interest in finding out what roasted or frozen vagina tasted like.
After letting Sayuri experience it once, Haruto dispersed the mana.
This kind of play was thrilling, but he couldn't keep enchanting "Little Haruto" with lightning indefinitely.
For one, the Takamine sisters' bodies wouldn't hold up.
Moreover, his mana and mental stamina simply didn't allow it.
After filling each of their pussies once more, the clock struck eleven.
Once the Takamine sisters fell asleep, Haruto slipped his arm free and headed downstairs to the living room.
He pulled out his phone and dialled Reina Hamazaki's number.
After a few rings, her groggy voice answered.
"Who… calls this late at night?" Reina grumbled. "Just because you're awake doesn't mean everyone else is."
Haruto cleared his throat. "It's me. Get Sasaki and the others to your place—no, actually, all of you come to mine."
"Huh?"
Most of her sleepiness vanished as Reina checked the caller ID. "What the hell do you want in the middle of the night?"
"You."
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