Stepping inside Akame's private quarters and sliding the door shut behind him, he found her sitting quietly on the edge of the mattress.
Her smooth, raven-dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, contrasting sharply against the delicate, translucent nightgown she wore.
The visual was breathtakingly striking—marred only by the presence of her unconscious sister, Kurome, resting soundly on the adjacent side of the bed.
Haruto approached with a wry smile, tilting his head. "You're really just leaving Kurome lying right here next to us while we do this?"
Without waiting for a verbal reply, he closed the distance, sliding a strong arm around her slender waist and pulling her flush against him.
Akame's ruby-red eyes met his gaze, entirely calm and unwavering.
"I need to keep a close watch on her," Akame replied evenly.
"When she finally wakes up, Kurome's unstable state could make her dangerous to anyone nearby."
"Well, as long as you're completely fine with the audience," Haruto murmured with an amused smirk.
He leaned down, his thumb gently brushing across her smooth lips before parting them as he dove in for a deep, hungry kiss.
The reward had arrived, and it was time to savor every single moment.
Akame's breath hitched softly as his lips claimed hers, her initial stiffness melting under the relentless, intoxicating heat of his touch.
As his hand slid up her back, tracing the delicate line of her spine beneath the sheer fabric of her gown, Haruto easily lifted her onto his lap.
Akame instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her ruby eyes fluttering shut as a strange, foreign warmth flooded her veins.
His kisses grew deeper and more demanding, tasting the quiet surrender on her tongue while his free hand slid down to cup the full curve of her hip, kneading the soft flesh beneath the silk.
Stripping the translucent gown away with swift, practiced efficiency, Haruto laid her gently back against the blankets, his heated gaze roaming over her smooth, flawless skin.
Kurome lay sleeping just feet away, oblivious to the world, while Akame arched her back with a soft, breathless gasp as Haruto shifted between her thighs.
Pressing forward, he filled her completely in one slow, deliberate motion.
Akame's nails dug instinctively into his shoulders as a wave of intense, electric friction rippled through her core, her quiet stoicism shattering into ragged, breathless sighs.
With every measured thrust, Haruto drove her higher, capturing her soft cries with his mouth until the boundaries of the room melted away entirely, leaving only the rhythm of their bodies fusing together in the quiet sanctuary of the night.
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Haruto looked down at Akame with an amused, appreciative gaze.
The raven-haired assassin's chest rose and fell in slow, rhythmic breaths, her usual stoic mask completely melted away, leaving her flush and vulnerable.
"Let's make sure you remember this trade thoroughly, Akame," Haruto murmured softly.
Without warning, he slid his heavy hands beneath her thighs, hooking them upward with practiced strength to pry her legs wider apart as he aggressively repositioned himself between them.
"Haruto... wait—ah," Akame let out a soft, involuntary gasp, her voice shattering as he wrenched her wider.
Her striking ruby eyes fluttering wide open as she felt him pressing forcefully back into her core without a single second of recovery or mercy.
"I—I can't... ah God, Haruto..."
With a slow, agonizingly deliberate cadence, Haruto began to drive forward once again, each heavy thrust burning a trail of pure heat through her center.
The friction was immediate and intense, wringing breathless, unstructured moans from Akame's usually disciplined and guarded lips.
"Look at me," Haruto growled, his voice a low, gravelly command vibrating directly against her lips as he pinned her beneath him.
"Don't you dare look away."
Her hands, completely devoid of their usual combat strength, weakly clawed at his broad shoulders.
Her fingertips sliding slickly over his sweat-sheened skin as wave after relentless wave of intense, electric heat flooded her overstimulated nervous system.
Haruto leaned down heavily, capturing her parted lips in a deep, bruising kiss that completely swallowed her desperate cries.
His hips hammering a steady, unyielding rhythm that pushed her straight toward the dizzying edge once more.
"You're... you're relentless," she whimpered, her composure completely dissolving into ragged, unstructured sighs at his slow, deliberate cadence.
"I'm already... ah, I'm already burning..."
"Good," he murmured darkly, leaning down to capture her lips in a deep, punishing kiss that swallowed her helpless cry.
"Fall apart for me, Akame. Let go."
The dimly lit room filled entirely with the heavy, echoing sound of skin meeting skin.
Akame's back arching violently off the mattress as he drove her higher and higher into a blinding, inescapable euphoria, perfectly setting the stage for the chaotic, shattering conclusion that would soon follow.
Her breath came in ragged, fractured gasps, her brilliant mind spinning wildly as Haruto drove forward with unrelenting, friction-heavy force.
The sheer, overwhelming intensity of the approaching climax surged through every vein in her body.
Her vision blurring sharply at the edges as her entire frame convulsed and arched violently against his heavy, solid frame.
"I can't—ah, fuck—stop, Haruto, please—"
"No stopping now," he whispered against her flushed skin, his hips hammering a steady, unyielding rhythm that drove her straight toward the blinding edge.
"Take it. Take all of me."
"Haruto! Haruto!" she screamed softly into his shoulder, her nails biting deep into his flesh as the overwhelming euphoria crashed over her frame.
Pushing past her final threshold of endurance.
Haruto let out a low, guttural growl, burying himself as deep as humanly possible within her trembling heat before convulsing violently, cumming deep inside her and filling her up completely as she shattered completely around him.
Right beside them, as if summoned by the frantic heat of the moment, Kurome's eyes snapped wide open.
Her hazy, disoriented gaze instantly locked onto the scene unfolding above her.
Her beloved sister, completely disheveled, flushed, and desperately clutching onto Haruto as he delivered a final, deep, punishing thrust that wrung a choked, breathless cry from Akame's lips.
A surge of raw, murderous fury short-circuited Kurome's lingering grogginess.
"Let go of my sister, you bastard!!"
Screaming in rage, Kurome instinctively snatched up her Imperial Arm, Yatsufusa, and lunged forward with deadly intent, aiming straight for Haruto's back.
Without even turning around, Haruto casually raised two fingers, effortlessly catching the razor-sharp edge of the cursed blade mid-swing.
With a flick of his wrist, a sharp shockwave rippled through the steel.
Clang!
The sword was batted aside, clattering uselessly against the wooden floorboards.
Utterly unbothered by the ambush, Haruto gripped Akame's hair gently, pressing her head down as he delivered one final, sweeping motion to thoroughly seal and complete his final trade.
"Hic." Akame let out a soft, final gasp, completely spent.
"Trade complete," Haruto declared smoothly, entirely indifferent to Kurome's wide-eyed, trembling shock.
Pulling back from the unconscious, utterly drained assassin, he glanced sideways down at Kurome and remarked casually, "Akame, your sister is about to die."
"...."
Unfortunately, Akame's nervous system had completely overloaded; utterly exhausted and drained of every ounce of energy, she had blacked out entirely and missed his words completely.
"Oh well, time to head out."
With an amused smile, Haruto gave a lazy wave of farewell to the shell-shocked Kurome and initiated his departure.
"Sis—!!"
Kurome shrieked in sheer panic, dropping her weapon and lunging to Akame's side to frantically check her pulse and condition.
Though a twisted part of her had always dreamed of killing her sister with her own hands, the thought of Akame dying like this—broken, exhausted, and discarded by an unknown monster—made her blood run ice cold.
In a shimmer of light, Haruto vanished from the room, taking Mai, Saeko, and Ayame with him as they returned to their own domain.
Moments later, the door burst open.
"Akame!"
Sensing the sudden cessation of energy and the spike in tension, Najenda, Mine, Leone, and Sheele rushed into the room to investigate.
"Uh..."
They froze dead in their tracks, their eyes going wide as saucers at the shocking, deeply compromising sight of the naked, utterly unconscious Akame sprawled across the rumpled bed.
"Hmm?"
Before they could even begin to process the visual, an even stranger sensation struck them.
A sharp, digital chime echoed directly inside their minds, followed by the sudden manifestation of an glowing, alien interface—a brand-new sub-system integrating directly with their consciousness!
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