Winter brought cold, but the annoying rain stopped.
Ritchie's strength kept soaring. He didn't worry about life energy since one night a week, he snuck into Lina's room.
He both loved and hated her.
At first, Lina obsessed over making him come, but after failing, she gave up. "No luck, but that's fine," she said, half-resigned, half-thrilled.
After that, she got wilder, unrestrained.
Since he couldn't ejaculate, his cock stayed hard, letting them fuck all night, trying every kinky trick.
In her room, Ritchie learned a woman's body offered more than pussy and mouth. Her ass was the most intense. Anal was thrilling, but Lina showed him wilder games. Once, she tied herself up for him to fuck. It was his most exhilarating time yet.
Ritchie wasn't limited to Lina. He'd also fucked Rosa a few times. Her childish streak made her game for anything, unless it felt off. She refused oral and bondage, leaving Ritchie frustrated.
With two women supplying life energy, his strength skyrocketed.
That was both good and bad. As his fighting aura deepened, so did his lust. During sparring with Diana, his eyes sometimes betrayed raw desire, earning him faster, sharper, harder hits from her staff.
Worse, home was no refuge.
With three women there, trouble loomed larger than at camp.
Since his mom, Aunt Grace, and Katherine arrived, women's talk dominated. When they got going, they treated him like air.
It wasn't just his house. War had drafted most men, leaving women alone with little entertainment. They'd grown bolder. Even the school's prim teachers now dressed flashy, and the Rose Society wasn't as "boys keep out" as before.
Ritchie came home early, bag in hand. Opening the door, he froze. His mom, Aunt Grace, and Katherine sat on the bed in skimpy, sexy lingerie, with seven or eight more sets strewn about. They'd dragged the mirror to the bedside.
His throat went dry, his cock stirring hard.
Seeing her son, his mom showed a flicker of embarrassment, but it was too late to cover up.
"You're early," she said casually. "You must be tired. Rest in your room."
Grateful for the escape, Ritchie bolted to the attic. Below, giggles erupted, followed by their hushed chatter.
He couldn't deny the thrill. Cracking the door slightly, he peeked.
The three women made no move to dress, laughing and whispering in their provocative lingerie.
Only now did he see his mom's beauty. He'd never noticed before.
As sisters, she and Grace were similar: wavy brown hair, sharp chins, long eyeliner. His mom's presence was softer, but her looks edged out Grace's, whose hardness dulled her charm.
He'd overlooked his mom's allure, maybe because familiarity blinded him. Or because she didn't dress up.
That night, Ritchie couldn't sleep again.
In the dead of night, he heard Katherine's breathing grow heavy, a clear sign she had fallen asleep. Carefully, he slipped out of bed.
Parting the curtain that divided the attic, Ritchie hesitated by Katherine's side before gently lifting her blanket. His hands began to explore her body.
It wasn't his first time touching a woman. Lina and Isabella had been caressed by him countless times, and Rosa had once stripped bare at his request, letting him run his hands over every inch of her. Still, Katherine's skin felt the smoothest, the most pleasant to touch.
Lina and Rosa offered thrilling sensations during sex, but their skin was rough, their muscles evident. Isabella's skin was soft, but she was too thin.
Suddenly, Katherine's body stirred slightly.
Ritchie reacted swiftly, darting back behind the curtain.
For a long moment, there was no sound from her side. Emboldened, Ritchie crept back, lying down beside Katherine's bed. His hand lightly rested on her breast, the softest part of her body.
At that moment, Katherine's eyes snapped open.
Ritchie froze, sensing trouble.
"Little pervert, you're young, but bold," Katherine said, a sly smile curling her lips.
"You're barely older than me," Ritchie shot back, irritated. Caught in the act, he grew bolder, his touch turning deliberate, employing techniques he'd honed with Lina.
It didn't take long before Katherine let out a soft "Mmm…"
Encouraged, Ritchie's hand slid lower.
As it reached her hips, Katherine's body tensed. She grabbed his wandering hand, her expression shifting as if recalling something important.
"I'll tell your mom and let her deal with you," she said sharply, though her hushed tone betrayed her. If she truly meant to expose him, she'd only need to raise her voice to alert the two downstairs.
"I'll say you seduced me. You've been teasing me all the time," Ritchie countered, reading her hesitation. He wasn't scared anymore and pressed his advantage.
His hand slid downward again.
This time, Katherine caught it firmly.
"I'm fine with a little fun," she whispered seriously in his ear, "but it can't go too far. My virginity is for my wedding day."
"Then how am I supposed to have fun?" Ritchie asked, deflated. Moments ago, he'd only wanted a quick feel, but now his mind was set on more.
"Don't worry, leave it to me. I'll make you feel good," Katherine said softly. "But you have to swear you won't touch my virginity."
Reluctantly, Ritchie raised his right hand and swore as she instructed.
"Lie back, hands behind your head," Katherine ordered, her tone brimming with confidence.
Ritchie obeyed.
He watched as she pulled off his pants. When his large, erect cock sprang free, he caught the shock in Katherine's eyes.
"It's huge," she said, measuring it with her fingers. First the length, then the girth, before giving it a gentle squeeze to test its firmness.
"Have you seen other guys'?"
Ritchie's curiosity burned. Katherine seemed more experienced than him. Before Isabella, he'd never even seen another woman naked.
Feeling insulted, Katherine smacked his erect cock and snapped, "Don't talk nonsense. I went to an all-girls boarding school."
Ritchie barely felt the sting, his interest only growing. "Then how do you know mine's big?"
"Talk, obviously," Katherine said. "At school, we discussed this stuff all the time. Most teachers had experience, and some classmates did too."
"No way," Ritchie said, head spinning. "Your teachers taught you that?"
"Off the record," Katherine said with a smirk. "They taught us to avoid trouble and not mess up when fooling around."
Words were one thing, but actions spoke louder. Katherine straddled him, her pussy rubbing against his cock through a thin layer of gauze.
"Let me touch," Ritchie said. "My hands are bored."
"No way," Katherine said firmly. "I'm in control. That's the one thing our teachers drilled into us, and some classmates learned it the hard way."
She wasn't budging, wary of losing herself and letting him take advantage, trading a moment's pleasure for lifelong regret.
Ritchie didn't argue. He'd had his share of sex with Lina, a partner who made thrills easy to find. But this teasing, almost-sex sensation was new and exciting.
Soon, Katherine leaned down, her pussy pressing against his tip, occasionally nudging or circling it. Her full breasts grazed his chest, rubbing back and forth.
Ritchie savored it all. The gauze was soaked, feeling like nothing was between them. The way Katherine's nipples brushed his chest sent an itch deep into his bones.
"Mmm… mmm…" Katherine moaned softly through her nose.
Time blurred. Katherine's body grew tense, her movements quickening, her throat letting out sharp "Ha… ha…" sounds.
With a soft cry, she arched, eyes closed, trembling as a gush of fluid soaked her already-drenched panties.
"You did well," Katherine said, reverting to her haughty tone. "Now crawl back to your bed."
Though it wasn't full-on ecstasy, Ritchie felt deeply satisfied. He'd discovered something new: desire didn't need just one outlet. Mental fulfillment could quench the fire too.
It was probably the sweetest night's sleep he'd had since Katherine arrived.