Chapter 351: Post-Bath Massage
Xenovia visibly hesitated, her clear amber eyes instinctively glancing toward her friend Irina.
A slight smile tugged at Haruto's lips. He hadn't expected this matter to involve Irina as well—it saved him the trouble of asking her directly.
After just provoking Irina, trying to initiate a conversation with her now would undoubtedly earn him a cold shoulder. So, Haruto chose to ignore her and instead played a game of honesty with the somewhat naive Xenovia. Unexpectedly, he'd stumbled upon an extra clue.
Irina shook her flaxen twin tails, the smooth strands shimmering translucently under the light. The adorable, buxom, starry-eyed beauty shot Xenovia an exasperated glare.
She's already completely given it away!
She was inwardly frantic but knew it wasn't really Xenovia's fault—it was just how her friend was. If anyone was to blame, it was that perverted Haruto and his wicked ways!
After locking eyes with Xenovia's innocent gaze for a moment, Irina finally let out a resigned sigh.
"Fine, fine, just say it. Get it over with."
Having tossed out those words in defeat, she opened her suitcase and picked out a set of underwear.
After a moment's thought, Irina, her cheeks flushed, put it back and selected her favorite—and most seductive—set instead.
"Don't you dare look down on me. Once I change into this, I'll make you submit willingly in no time."
Muttering under her breath, she strode into the bathroom under Haruto's puzzled gaze.
After Irina entered the bathroom, Xenovia spoke up voluntarily, "Actually, it's not really an ulterior motive. The church just wants us to try our best to conceive your child."
"After losing my purpose of serving God, having children became my newly decided goal, so I don't think it should be considered having ulterior motives."
Xenovia thought for a moment, then explained further: "Moreover, I've already left the church. To be precise, only Irina has accepted this mission from the church."
"Getting pregnant with my child?" Haruto remarked sarcastically: "Is the church trying to take a hostage through different means?"
The stronger one's power, the more difficult it becomes to produce offspring. Even with the dragon race's enhanced fertility, at Haruto's current power level, continuing his bloodline wouldn't be an easy task.
Furthermore, Haruto didn't actually possess dragon bloodline - the Red Dragon Emperor was only bound to him through a contract.
He hadn't offered his physical body as sacrifice, nor had the Red Dragon Emperor expended effort to transform his body toward draconic characteristics.
Even with Haruto's active cooperation, if the girls intentionally didn't refine the life energy within their flower palaces, the probability of pregnancy remained very low. Without Haruto's cooperation, it was practically impossible.
Though he still didn't understand why Irina had agreed, and why she had already been reborn as an angel, this didn't prevent Haruto from accepting this "gift."
"So that's how it is."
Haruto glanced at the sky outside the window - it was almost dinner time. However, with a more delicious "meal" right before him, naturally he wouldn't seek distant alternatives.
As he slowly approached Xenovia and prepared to get hands-on, the blue-haired, buxom beauty suddenly became fidgety.
"Xenovia, are you shy? It's alright, I..."
"That's not it."
The blue-haired Holy Sword Wielder beauty shook her head in embarrassment, biting her pink lips as she said sheepishly: "I haven't eaten much all day today, and the club president's mentioned dinner time seems to be approaching. I'd like to go eat first."
Haruto facepalmed, swallowing back his words of comfort.
He'd almost forgotten - Xenovia was still a foodie. In her view, the importance of meals wasn't any lower than having children.
Children could be made anytime, but if you missed meal time, you'd miss the food.
"Go on, go ahead."
Pushing against Xenovia's slender shoulders, Haruto escorted her out of the room, instructing: "After you finish eating, if you come back and knock but no one answers, go sleep somewhere else tonight."
"Oh, alright." Xenovia seemed to only partially understand, but still obediently agreed.
During missions, staying up all night was common practice, let alone having many available rooms to sleep in tonight.
Approximately twenty minutes later, the glass door of the bathroom slid open.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
A chestnut-haired girl emerged, wearing an extremely sexy lace bikini-style lingerie with cut-out designs.
Her snow-white skin glowed brilliantly under the radiant remains of the setting sun. Her alluring figure maintained both a maiden's innocence and mature charm, particularly evident in her prominently raised, pale, tender breasts.
Whether it was the incredibly smooth and fair abdomen, the slender and well-proportioned jade-like legs, or even the plump and distinct toes peeking from her slippers—everything was strikingly beautiful, irresistibly charming, and utterly adorable.
Haruto, who had seen countless beauties, found himself staring wide-eyed. Irina, with her hair let down, was more beautiful than he had ever imagined.
But this was not a bad thing.
"Why are you alone? Where's Viya-chan?"
Tilting her head, the beautiful girl drying her long hair with a towel noticed no one answered. Only then did she realize that she and Haruto were the only ones left in the room.
And the way Haruto was looking at her was intensely passionate, like a hunter spotting his desired prey.
While secretly pleased, Irina couldn't help but feel nervous.
Although she had mentally prepared herself, the truth was, she had never even held a boy's hand before. In fact, since her body began to develop, she had hardly spoken to any boys.
She had long been ready to dedicate everything to God, only to suddenly learn the truth of God's disappearance.
Compared to Xenovia, whose worldview and lifelong devotion had collapsed overnight, Irina had nearly suffered a mental breakdown.
It was only through the plan of the reincarnated angels and the church's so-called "revive God" scheme that she managed to maintain her sanity, albeit in a self-deceptive way.
And bearing Haruto's child was part of the church's plan to revive God.
Haruto didn't care what Irina was thinking. As for her experiences and the reasons for her changes, they could talk while they acted or discuss it afterward.
"Come here quickly. Let me give you a massage. It feels so good after a bath."
With these words, Haruto stepped forward and embraced Irina, pressing closely against the girl's skin, rubbing and caressing her repeatedly.
Irina knew what Haruto was thinking, but her mission—or rather, her current reason for existence—was to bear his child.
Fresh from her bath, her delicate skin tinged with a pink blush, the chestnut-haired, buxom beauty slowly moved to the edge of the bed, lay down gently, closed her beautiful eyes, and allowed Haruto to do as he pleased.
Under the guise of a massage, Haruto's hands easily and intimately caressed every inch of the girl's exposed snow-white skin.
From her smooth jade-like back and willow-like slender waist to her full, firm thighs, and even her slender, alluring calves and arms—Haruto meticulously explored every part.
Of course, during this process, some intimate caresses were inevitable, especially since Irina's lingerie was so revealing and seductive.
Her plump, snowy breasts and enticing curves seemed almost completely unguarded.
Under the gentle pressure of his fingers, the girl's skin easily showed faint indentations, only to bounce back like jelly. Her fair, delicate skin felt like the smoothest silk, leaving a lingering sensation.
Gradually, all the "normal" areas had been thoroughly massaged, and Haruto ran out of excuses, abandoning all pretense.
He slowly slid his hands up the girl's thighs, stroking back and forth, moving higher and higher until they reached the tender paradise concealed by her string bikini panties.
With just the slightest touch, Irina shuddered as if electrified.
She had always lived an ascetic, nun-like life, so even the slightest teasing sent tingling sensations through her, making her instinctively clench her legs together.
"Mmm... gently... be gentle..."
Yet Haruto showed no intention of stopping. After prodding a few times with his fingertips against her delicate flesh and budding flower, he grew even bolder. Still standing, he pressed his hand firmly against the girl's buttocks, slipping his fingers into the crevice between her thighs and rubbing incessantly.
Under Haruto's teasing, Irina Fujito couldn't help but squirm her hips, biting down hard on her pink lips as she tried to resist the relentless waves of pleasure.
His fingers slid back and forth in gentle, unhurried motions—not fast, but persistent as a clinging shadow, impossible to shake off.