Chapter 352: Irina
Fortunately, Haruto didn't torment Irina for long. After just a few more strokes, he released his grip.
Just as Irina was about to sigh in relief, she realized Haruto had already straddled her thighs, pressing down on her body from above with a dominating posture, his large hands firmly gripping her shoulders.
"Next, we move here."
Before Irina could react, Haruto had already slipped his hands beneath her chest, appearing as though he were merely giving her a massage.
But his hands had shifted to a subtle angle—the lower part seeming to massage earnestly, while only Irina could feel that her bra had been slightly pried open, allowing Haruto's large hand to repeatedly tease her breasts through the gap.
Moreover, against her soft buttocks, she could feel a hot, thick, and lengthy object pressing tightly against her entrance.
The terrifying sensation made her feel as though her flimsy, lace panties were merely decorative—that if the Great Dragon desired, it could tear through them at any moment and thrust inside with terrifying force.
Helplessly, she endured this teasing. To an outsider, they might appear to be an intimate young couple.
The boy seemed to be lovingly massaging his girlfriend, but in reality, Irina had to clench her teeth to prevent herself from moaning.
A mission was a mission—she would never allow herself to let out shameful, submissive moans that signaled surrender to pleasure.
Under Haruto's skilled caresses, this torturous contact instantly ignited the flames of desire deep within the flaxen-haired, buxom beauty.
Seeing the girl's delicate body had already gone limp, Haruto wasted no more time.
He swiftly stripped off Irina's crooked and loose sexy lingerie, revealing her glistening, snow-white form before him.
Her arms were pale and translucent like lotus roots, her shoulders soft and smoothly rounded, her skin plump and radiant as jade, her curves long and elegant.
Most striking were the twin snowy peaks standing proudly on her chest—trembling slightly, perfectly sized to fill a hand, full and firm, standing high and erect, exuding the unique charm and allure of a buxom beauty in her mid-teens.
At their summits were two tender, pink tips, like large round grapes, surrounded by rosy areolas. Between the peaks lay a deep valley-like cleavage, profoundly mesmerizing.
Haruto could no longer restrain himself, taking one of Irina's snow-white breasts into his mouth, lavishing it with frantic licks and sucks while his hand simultaneously grasped her other perfect jade-like mound, kneading and caressing it with abandon.
A delicate peach-blossom flush gradually spread across Irina's pale cheeks, rendering her exceptionally enchanting and radiant.
Her breathing immediately grew rapid and shallow, her full, pert breasts trembling under Haruto's persistent ministrations as her delicate face took on a drunken haze beneath a veil of faint pink.
The two small, exquisite crimson peaks stood proudly erect from the intense stimulation.
Within her tender hidden valley, translucent, viscous love nectar had long begun flowing freely.
Haruto gazed intently at Irina while removing his garments and tossing them aside, leaving them skin to skin.
In Irina's eyes, the mighty treasure between his thighs stood furious and engorged, crimson veins clearly visible along its length, with a glistening moisture coating its crown.
Instead of immediately pressing against her snow-white, voluptuous body, he simply propped his head on one hand, lying beside her while resting his treasure on her thigh, whispering hoarsely: "Hold him for me, Irina."
Haruto's voice had grown raspy and deep.
Tilting her exquisite face upward, Irina shot him an embarrassed, annoyed look, but through her mission and self-delusion, she interpreted it as Haruto begging for her favor.
"Hmph, this young lady will reluctantly help you stroke it then."
Five jade-like fingers, slender as bamboo shoots, gradually extended to envelop the treasure, its scorching, throbbing sensation making her feel even more bashful.
Only Haruto could make such a proud church angel beauty obey and serve him so readily.
Haruto narrowed his eyes, savoring the tender warmth transmitted through her delicate hand, gradually understanding how to handle Irina.
"My dear Miss Irina, please stroke him for me."
Haruto extended his only mobile hand, tracing his middle finger along the maiden's lower lip, descending downward to her snow-white, profoundly alluring cleavage, finally coming to rest on her cherry where he applied gentle pressure.
"Hmph... Does my hand feel good?... And you still want more..."
Seeing his burning gaze fixed intently on her fingers' movements, Irina felt both shy and particularly pleased deep inside.
"Miss Irina is so beautiful. I shall enjoy such a exquisite body slowly, lest it be wasted through haste."
Haruto's palm gradually covered her snow-white, full breast, each gentle grasp and caress making her jade-like peaks shift into various shapes within his hand.
His eyes flickering with appreciation, he murmured again: "So beautiful, this texture is truly breathtaking and unforgettable."
Haruto carefully examined the radiant Irina before him - the proud church angel beauty now completely immersed in her own fantasies.
Her glistening eyes sparkled with captivating charm, cheeks flushed pink, instinctively complying with whatever Haruto said.
Savoring this unique sense of control, Haruto gazed once more at Irina's naked, sensual body.
Her voluptuous lips, clearly defined physical contours, and a pair of snow-white, abundantly full maiden's breasts trembling proudly upright - immense and lush.
The pink nipples stood proudly upon her breasts like two grapes, utterly enticing.
Snow-white, rounded buttocks arched proudly backward, trembling as they traced beautiful undulating curves, forming a wondrous arc that accentuated the body's voluptuous contours.
Slender, jade-white legs and a willow-thin waist that seemed graspable in one hand.
Her form possessed exquisitely delicate skin and an elegantly full figure—the more one gazed, the more captivating she became, with a graceful vigor born of long-term training underlying her soft charm.
Under the warm yellow lamplight, her skin appeared even more pure and crystalline, smooth and rounded.
The porcelain-smooth skin covering her long legs, stretched over both firm and tender muscles, created soft, harmonious curves.
Her full hips were exceptionally alluring, with a deep vertical cleft between them—the contours rich with feminine beauty, her subtle fragrance intoxicating, truly a breathtaking sight that stirred the imagination.
Irina's pale, tender breasts were perfectly round and full. Her slender waist made the ample bosom appear extraordinarily large, nearly rivaling Rias in size—absolutely impossible to grasp with a single hand.
Though impressively full, her twin peaks remained perfectly upright without the slightest sag from their weight, instead tilting slightly upward with remarkable elasticity.
Her nipples and areolas displayed a youthful pink hue, gradually blending into the color of her breasts. Though yet untouched, the tips already stood proudly upward as if impatient for attention.
Her lower abdomen was flat and firm, covered with flaxen pubic hair—each strand delicate and curled, intertwining with others. The skin on her inner thighs was fine, pale, and tender, creating a shimmering contrast with the flaxen curls.
Though surprised that Irina had retained her natural hair below without using magic to remove it, maintaining her pristine pink valley in its natural state, the flaxen triangular bush unexpectedly offered Haruto a unique visual experience.
The delicate, petite labia displayed a pink hue, slightly parted like two slightly swollen tender mounds guarding a fresh, enticing slit—standing like sentinels on either side of the vulnerable secret grotto.
Seeing the elegant coloration of her labia and breathing in her subtle virgin's fragrance, Haruto couldn't resist saying: "Irina, your pussy is so beautiful. I love it."
"Don't say... don't... say it... I... mmm..."
Though immersed in Haruto's praise, Irina's maidenly instincts made her close her eyes in shyness.
Yet the young maiden's slender jade hands made Haruto's member harder and more erect. Then she felt his hand moving again, sliding through her neat flaxen curls to touch her sensitive labia.
His long fingers stroked up and down, sending electric shocks of pleasure that made her gasp and moan uncontrollably.
"Mmm... don't... please... don't..."
But Haruto had no intention of stopping. While teasing her desire and stirring her passion, he watched the changing expressions of joy on her lovely face.
Irina's eyes already glistened with moisture, her chin lifting continuously with satisfaction. Her enchanting small mouth alternated between half-open and half-closed, showing extreme rapture.
Haruto grew intensely excited, nearly forgetting to continue enchanting the beautiful maiden with his words.
"Miss Irina's body is too beautiful, like an angel's. I can't help wanting you."
"Ugh... mmm... is... is that so... hmm... hmmm..."