Chapter 359: Unexpected Initiative
After all, once they've been with Haruto, they could never experience the joy of intimacy with other men again in this lifetime.
Haruto had limitless energy, but time was finite. He might not be able to favor them even once in several months.
They could only comfort themselves or change their sexual orientation, striving to make lilies bloom.
From the perspective of the female students, Haruto must have successfully won over Chisato Hasegawa, and the two were planning to go have fun together later.
That's why no one dared to bother Haruto at this moment, not wanting to be a nuisance.
Chisato Hasegawa's driving skills were excellent, and the performance of the red sports car was beyond reproach. Even during the peak rush hour, they arrived in no time.
Chisato Hasegawa lived in a high-end building located in the city center. After parking the car, the two took the elevator to a high-floor apartment.
"I didn't expect to have a guest over, Haruto. You can wear my slippers for now."
Chisato Hasegawa bent down to change into her pink slippers and took another equally cute pair from the shoe cabinet.
They were a bit small for Haruto, but they would do.
The apartment was spacious, impeccably clean, and the furniture looked expensive at first glance.
Judging by the luxurious red sports car, this apartment was likely purchased outright by Chisato Hasegawa.
Of course, although she was just a school nurse in the human world, as a goddess, how could she possibly lack money?
Shifting his gaze from the room, Haruto focused his attention on the sexy older sister before him.
After returning home, Chisato Hasegawa had taken off her white coat.
She didn't wear many elaborate accessories. Her sleek black hair cascaded softly down her back, her graceful figure was both charming and alluring, and her delicate, oval face remained calm and composed. Yet, her emerald-green eyes held a mysterious glint.
Chisato Hasegawa didn't mind Haruto's gaze at all; in fact, she subtly presented her best side to him.
"Any dietary restrictions?" she asked Haruto while opening the refrigerator and selecting ingredients.
Haruto felt a bit impatient. "Ms. Hasegawa, dinner isn't necessary."
"Some things can't be rushed," the beautiful and enchanting school nurse said calmly.
For some reason, meeting those mysterious, emerald-green eyes, Haruto suddenly felt calm.
His body gradually relaxed, and he replied politely, "Alright, then I'll trouble you, Ms. Hasegawa. I don't have any dietary restrictions."
After a moment's thought, Haruto added, "Just nothing raw."
At Haruto's level of strength, there was no longer any distinction between what he could or couldn't eat—only what he liked or disliked.
"Boys your age need to replenish their nutrients, especially someone like you who's constantly busy."
Chisato Hasegawa nodded gently. "Then tonight, I'll make fried shrimp, stir-fried pork loin with green peppers, and a chicken soup."
For two people, and since she doesn't eat much, three dishes were more than enough.
Haruto naturally had no objections. By this point, he was already prepared to stay out for the night.
Haruto sat on the sofa in the living room while Chisato Hasegawa prepared the meal in the semi-open kitchen nearby.
Her movements were elegant and lively, as skilled as a devoted wife and mother who had been cooking for years.
As she moved, her long, straight, snow-white legs—slightly indented by the black garter stockings—resembled a pair of dancing butterflies, beautiful and alluring.
Haruto found himself captivated without even realizing it, unaware of when the food was ready.
"Let's eat," they said in unison.
The food was incredibly delicious, and Haruto nearly finished it all.
At Chisato's suggestion, the two also shared a bit of red wine.
Perhaps because his powers were completely sealed, after just half a glass of wine, the beautiful school doctor's face flushed, and her green eyes seemed to grow misty.
The sight stirred a heat in Haruto's lower abdomen, and he boldly suggested, "Ms. Hasegawa, why don't we take a bath? I'll help scrub your back."
Her eyes shimmering like rippling water, Chisato's usually calm expression finally showed a hint of change.
"Mm, you go first," she said, turning her head away with a touch of shyness. "I'll clean up the dishes and then come scrub your back."
Though he had already guessed as much—otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to say something so forward—he was still overjoyed to receive her response.
Chisato's charm wasn't limited to her appearance. Whether it was her aura or the unique presence of a goddess, everything about her fascinated Haruto.
Of course, her perky, ample breasts, her long black hair that reached her hips, the seductive beauty mark at the corner of her eye, and her slender, shapely legs—all of it constantly fueled his desires.
By now, thoughts of divine-level secrets and Chisato's true intentions had completely vanished from his mind. What could be more important than dual cultivation with a goddess?
Even if, based on his experience breaking through to A-rank and undergoing his first life transformation, it seemed unlikely that dual cultivation with a goddess would allow him to achieve a second life transformation and reach the divine level...
What if it worked?
In any case, if there was a chance to try, it was absolutely worth it for Haruto.
As for the other two matters, they could wait until later.
...
In the steamy bathroom, Haruto tilted his head back, enjoying the warm flow of water.
With a soft creak, the black-haired beauty entered, wearing only a towel draped over her chest, barely covering her proud peaks and mysterious valley.
Before Haruto could speak, Chisato—now even more alluring without her glasses—stepped behind him.
Her slender arms wrapped around his waist, and her soft, delicate breasts pressed against his sturdy back through the towel.
"Haruto, is this okay?"
"Far from it."
In her inexperienced attempt at a chest massage, the towel had already slipped off unnoticed. But merely pressing and rubbing, Chisato couldn't fully showcase the allure of her snow-white, ample bosom.
"Like this? Then how should I do it better? Can you give me some advice?"
A pleading, coquettish voice came from behind. Haruto suppressed his urge to turn into a wolf and began to guide her.
"First, not just up and down, but also side to side, as if drawing circles."
Delicate, soft sensations continuously transmitted from her back, two tender pink buds firming within their softness gradually standing erect with the friction.
"Yes, just like that, ease up slightly on the pressure and position."
Chisato Hasegawa panted softly, her lovely flushed cheeks buried against Haruto's shoulder. "Ah... mmh... it's amazing, my body is slowly heating up... ah... mmh..."
"Ms. Hasegawa."
Her rapid, ambiguous gasps made Haruto instinctively turn his head to look. The stunningly beautiful older woman paused her movements, slowly closed her eyes, and brought her cherry lips to Haruto's.
A faint, elegant fragrance wafted over him as a tender sensation spread from his lips. Haruto's eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat.
No matter how much he had anticipated this, Chisato Hasegawa taking such initiative still exceeded his expectations.
After a brief moment of surprise, Haruto excitedly lowered his head to reciprocate the kiss against those vibrant, bright red lips.
Her lips were so soft they made his heart flutter. He thirstily sucked on them, his tongue probing toward Chisato Hasegawa's teeth.
At first, her teeth remained tightly shut, completely unsure how to respond. But soon, under Haruto's guidance, her red lips parted like a breached dam, allowing the invading force to sweep in unimpeded.
Chisato could only gasp breathlessly as Haruto's tongue wantonly stirred within her sweet mouth, licking every corner of her small cherry lips.
Before long, she completely lost herself in the passionate entanglement of their deep kiss. Her fragrant tongue no longer under her control, actively extended to tightly entwine with Haruto's.
The pure goddess gradually took on a pink hue in their passionate embrace, her jade-like arms actively wrapping around Haruto's neck. Her delicate body went limp and powerless, yet burned with intense heat.
Chisato Hasegawa's mind began to spin dizzily, feeling as if the entire world had faded away, leaving only the handsome young man before her, continuously channeling supreme pleasure and happiness into her feverish, delicate form.
Her sensitive, supple breasts pressed firmly against Haruto's solid chest as her rationality gradually blurred. The last remnants of reason in her heart were being dismantled piece by piece by their prolonged, deep kiss.
Wave after wave of Haruto's distinctive scent assailed her—fresh and unfamiliar, yet long-awaited and yearned for.