Chapter 108: Kalawarna, you go first, I'm afraid...
While refined combat skills couldn't overcome major realm differences to defeat enemies, they could completely crush opponents when the strength gap was small.
Facing the siege of three fallen angels, Haruto gradually shifted from defense to mutual offense, eventually taking the initiative.
His lightning spear danced—thrusting, stabbing, flicking, slashing—each change in technique leaving the fallen angel girls flustered.
Mid-air, four dark figures continuously clashed, light spears and lightning spears intersecting to create dazzling rays of light, the clanging sounds of collision ringing incessantly.
The intense battle lasted about ten minutes. With their A-rank endurance and superior physical attributes, the fallen angels were ultimately defeated.
"Stop..."
Yuuma fluttered her dark wings and rapidly retreated. "That's enough. I acknowledge your strength."
Hearing this, Mittelt and Kalawarna simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief. If the fight had continued, they wouldn't have been able to defend anymore.
Compared to Yuuma's nearly breakthrough strength, the two of them were slightly inferior.
Haruto let out a long sigh, unexpectedly discovering that his strength had improved somewhat during this battle, and the mobilization of his magical power and qi had become even more fluid.
This was the first time since breaking through to A-rank that he had fought so exhilaratingly. When Yuuma called off the fight, he felt a slight regret.
Am I really the combat-oriented type after all...?
Whether it was battles in bed or outside of it, he enjoyed them greatly and excelled at them.
Well, aside from the fact that breaking through bottlenecks could only be done through battles outside the bed, there wasn't anything bad about it.
Dispersing the Lightning Spear, Haruto retracted his tail and wings. These newly acquired "weapons" had contributed significantly in the previous battle, though they had been scorched in many places during the clash with the Light Spear and now required nurturing with the magical power in his body.
Apart from these two demonic organs, Haruto himself felt no particular reaction to the power of light.
According to Rias, as a devil, one should not pray to the myriad gods and buddhas. Even unconsciously thinking about them would cause a piercing headache like needles.
But Haruto didn't experience this.
He didn't know why, but he guessed it was most likely because his Devil Bloodline was brought about by the dual cultivation ability.
Like other hybrids, if the advantages of the bloodlines were combined, racial weaknesses could be completely eliminated.
For example, a hybrid of god and devil wouldn't have a devil's fear of light and naturally wouldn't suffer headaches from praying to gods or buddhas.
Bloodline talents were actually quite easy to acquire. Dragon bloodline, god bloodline, fallen angel bloodline—all were among Haruto's targets.
Under the effect of the dual cultivation ability, there was no need to worry about bloodline conflicts. It would only fuse the most powerful and unique abilities together, just like selected hybrids.
He had always remembered the system prompt: [Eliminate the Dross and Select the Essential].
"Yuuma-chan, I've fulfilled your request. Isn't it time to fulfill mine now?"
Haruto straightened his crumpled uniform, only to find it had been badly damaged during the intense battle. He simply tore it off, baring his well-built upper body as he turned to the fallen angel girls.
Aside from Yuuma's fetish-style leather outfit, which remained intact, Mittelt the blonde with fangs' maid uniform and Kalawarna's dress suit were equally tattered.
Their perky white breasts, smooth flat stomachs, and enticingly pale inner thighs were all exposed.
One could say everything was revealed except for the critical points.
It seemed Yuuma's true form wasn't dressed that way entirely for seduction—the less fabric, the less likely it was to be affected in battle.
At least now, she looked much more proper than the other two.
Calming her breath from the exertion of battle, Yuuma flashed with white light and transformed back into the pure, beautiful girl in a light pink dress.
"Mittelt and Kalawarna, you two go take a bath first. Come directly to my room afterward."
After giving her instructions, Yuuma turned back to Haruto with a shy expression. "Haruto-kun, please come with me."
Even though he knew Yuuma was pretending, it didn't stop Haruto's rising excitement.
Disciplining a mischievous, scheming fallen angel lady was fun, but pinning down a pure young girl and watching her continuously whimper was equally thrilling.
Moreover, compared to a wicked, scheming queen, Haruto preferred Yuuma in her current state.
Hmm, first, set a small goal: to train Yuuma into a shy girl who would only whimper in front of him forever.
Step one: pin the other person down on the bed, achieving the accomplishment of making them only whimper on the bed.
Watching Yuuma and Haruto walk hand in hand toward the bedroom, Mittelt and Kalawarna exchanged a glance. Giving their first time to this guy didn't seem so bad after all…
Both could see the meaning in the other's eyes, and a faint blush appeared on their small faces simultaneously. They felt both anticipation and shyness about the upcoming plan.
…
"Yuuma-chan, let's take a bath together too." Haruto surveyed the utterly unromantic bedroom before him and extended an invitation to the girl-form Yuuma.
"Okay."
After a brief hesitation, Yuuma agreed. She had worked up quite a sweat during the earlier battle.
Since he would soon be able to properly "devour" this highly skilled acting fallen angel girl, Haruto refrained from any unnecessary moves during the bath.
It was just the usual mutual back scrubbing and applying shower gel. Some unavoidable touching and brushing occurred, and the inexperienced fallen angel girl's blush never faded the entire time.
Bold as they might be—Rias was bold too—they were all talk. When it came to real action and encountering a true master, they all turned into shy little girls.
Just as the two finished washing up, the bedroom door was knocked on.
"Lady Raynare, we're coming in."
A golden-haired, fanged fallen angel in cute pajamas and a cool, mature beauty in seductive lingerie pushed the door open and entered.
The air in the room, already thick with the steam from Haruto's shower, seemed to grow heavier, charged with a new, electric tension. Their hesitant footsteps on the wooden floor were the only sound, a stark contrast to the frantic beating of their hearts.
Haruto released the slender, smooth waist in his grasp and tugged at the towel around his hips—little Haruto was already primed and ready.
The towel fell away, and the full, formidable sight of him was unveiled, standing proud and thick against his stomach. A collective, sharp intake of breath hissed from the three girls. This was no longer a suggestion or an implication; it was a physical reality they had to confront.
"Then let's begin."
His voice, low and confident, cut through the silence, making them shiver. It was a command and a promise, all in one.
Staring at the steaming, purplish-red dragon, Mittelt exclaimed, "How is it so big?!"
Her wide eyes traced its length from base to tip, a journey that seemed impossibly long. The sheer, veined girth of it looked less like a part of a man and more like a weapon, a brutal, beautiful instrument of pleasure and punishment.
Kalawarna's beautiful eyes showed a hint of trepidation. Though she was relatively tall and well-built, even by her estimate, that thick, lengthy thing probably couldn't go all the way in.
A cold dread pooled in her stomach, mixing with a traitorous flicker of curiosity. Her mind raced, imagining the stretch, the initial burn, the overwhelming feeling of being filled to the absolute brink. Her own body, which she had always considered ample and capable, suddenly felt small and tight.
Yuuma forced herself to appear calm, as if she hadn't been the one in the bathroom earlier, frightened to the point of turning pale.
But the memory was seared into her mind: the sight of him, fully erect and magnificent, the intimidating size that had made her legs go weak. She pressed her thighs together subtly, a feeble attempt to quell the sudden, warm dampness that bloomed there in response to her fear and a shocking, unwelcome thrill.
For inexperienced girls, something too large isn't necessarily a good thing. If handled improperly, it could even leave lifelong trauma.
The thought was a cold splash of reality. This wasn't a game. That massive cock promised unparalleled ecstasy, but it demanded a heavy toll for entry. It would pry them open, reshape them from the inside, and claim their most intimate space with an authority that was both terrifying and, they had to admit, deeply arousing.
Of course, heroines in adult media with innate seductive constitutions don't have this problem—for them, bigger is always better, and there's no such thing as too big.
Over the past two weeks, along with his height and build, little Haruto had gained some additional assets. His previous size was already exaggerated enough, not losing out to specialized characters in that regard, and now it had completely surpassed them.
It was a living, breathing testament to his power, a power that had already thoroughly mastered the other women in his life. The evidence of its prowess was a whispered legend among them, a legend that spoke of being ruined for any other man.
During this time, the Takamine Sisters, Reina, and others had been "conquered" one by one by Haruto, their cries of protest had quickly melted into screams of raw, unadulterated ecstasy as he pistoned into them, each brutal thrust battering their cervixes and spraying his hot seed deep into their wombs, leaving them convulsing and mindless.
The sense of accomplishment from capturing a maiden's pure, sacred palace was truly intoxicating. Moreover, the soft, warm, slick enveloping and sucking sensation was intensely pleasurable. Nowadays, Haruto basically erupted his thick, virile cum deep inside their fertile wombs every time they dual-cultivated.
When little Haruto withdrew, when his slick, softening cock would slip out, their well-used pussies would clench tight, ensuring not a single drop of his potent cum could escape, sealing it all inside their depths.
Seeing the three fallen angel girls hesitating without making a move, Haruto sighed helplessly. It seemed he'd have to put in the work again tonight.
A flicker of impatience crossed his face. He was hard, aching, and the sight of their fearful hesitation was starting to grate. He needed action. He needed to feel one of their tight, virgin bodies sheathing him, to hear their gasp of pain transform into a moan of surrender.
He could only hope the three fallen angels wouldn't disgrace the reputation of fallen angels—that after the first time, they could quickly adapt, preferably even extrapolating from the experience, and then repay him properly.
"Who's going first?"
The question hung in the air, a direct challenge. He was done waiting.
Haruto walked up to Mittelt and Kalawarna, boldly grasping their breasts of different sizes with his large hands. While kneading them, he said, "Yuuma-chan is inexperienced, and I assume you two are as well, but it's fine. I'll guide you both properly."
His thumbs brushed over their nipples, making them pebble instantly through the fabric of their pajamas and lingerie. The intimate, possessive gropes sent jolts of sensation straight to their cores, a preview of the domination to come.
Mittelt cautiously reached out and touched the purplish-red dragon. Her cool, delicate palm happened to stroke its head, making Haruto groan softly in pleasure.
The skin was like hot velvet over solid steel, and a bead of sticky pre-cum glistened at the tip, betraying his own heightened state. The sheer, living heat of it startled her.
The adorable blonde fallen angel girl with fangs recoiled like a startled little rabbit, her face flushed red, eyes misty as she looked at her companion.
"Wana, you go first... It's just too big, I'm a bit scared..."
Her plea was a desperate, trembling whisper. She looked at Kalawarna's fuller, more womanly body, thinking it was surely better equipped to handle such a monstrous invasion. Her own petite frame felt impossibly delicate in comparison.
Kalawarna's aloof expression nearly cracked. You're scared, but I'm not?
Panic flared in her chest. The confident facade she wore like armor threatened to crumble completely. Her mind screamed in protest, but as her eyes met Haruto's expectant gaze, she felt a strange, submissive instinct take hold. The hierarchy was clear, and she was at the bottom.
But glancing at Mittelt's petite figure and then at her own tall, voluptuous body, it did seem wiser for her to try first.
A grim acceptance settled over her. There was no escape. She was the vanguard, the one who would have to take that terrifying, magnificent cock first and prove that it wouldn't break them. She took a shaky step forward, her fate sealed.