Chapter 382: Mrs. Uzaki
The scorching honey water inside the flower valley began to continuously moisten Haruto's dragon as the flower passage moved.
Haruto was also surprised that Tsuki could be so sensitive, already this wet just after insertion—not only wet but also very tight, completely unlike a married woman who had given birth to three children, more like a young maiden tasting pleasure for the first time.
The warm, moist flower passage combined mature, accommodating moisture with tightly constricting embrace, making the dragon feel incredibly pleasurable.
Excited, Haruto used both hands to hold the beautiful legs at his sides and, following the rhythm of Tsuki's panting, unconsciously thrust his hips upward, impacting the soft honey cave.
"Ah... Haruto..."
Tsuki let out a meaningful, melodious moan, her large eyes slightly narrowed as she actively swayed her waist back and forth.
Little Haruto continuously stirred the honeyed secretions from her flower valley and core, producing squelching sounds that echoed through Uzaki Yanagi's maiden bedroom.
A light sheen of fragrant sweat coated their bodies. Tsuki's snow-white cheeks were now flushed with a captivating cherry-red hue, her silver-gray hair flying behind her as soft murmurs escaped her lips, harmonizing with the wet sounds from below to compose a symphony of dual cultivation.
Haruto's massive dragon filled Tsuki's tight flower path completely. Now he barely needed to move himself, as the beautiful married woman riding him maintained a waist-swaying rhythm sufficient to make him gasp with excitement.
Rather, he was desperately resisting the urge to release, wanting his dragon to enjoy a while longer the exquisite pleasure of being tightly enveloped by her tender flesh from all directions.
Not only did Tsuki's body possess mesmerizing allure, but more importantly, the thought that beneath him was another man's wife - and in her daughter's room at that - filled Haruto with immense excitement.
Though he had tasted married women before and could understand Cao Cao's preferences, this experience felt entirely different from previous ones.
Married women with husbands and those without offered completely distinct sensations.
Watching Tsuki's enchanting lips release heated breaths while feeling the pleasure of his dragon being gripped by her vaginal walls, Haruto's hips began moving in perfect sync with her swaying rhythm, each thrust reaching deeper toward the cervical opening of her honeyed path.
Several times he even reached that smooth, rounded entrance, sending electric-like pleasure coursing through the beautiful married woman's body, resulting in increasingly seductive, rapid gasps from the elegant silver-haired lady.
"Tsuki... Mrs. Uzaki... you're so adorable... I'm... about to come..."
"Mmm... Haruto... so hot... so white... is it coming...?"
"Mmm..."
Haruto's hands slid down to tightly grip Tsuki's bent shins on either side of his body, his dragon thrusting upward a dozen times in succession, repeatedly impacting the soft uterine opening.
Suddenly, with Tsuki's sharp cry of pleasure, a torrent of scalding honeyed fluid gushed over the massive dragon head.
The sensitive dragon twitched uncontrollably, unable to hold back any longer, and spurted forth scorching life essence along with the flowing honey, jet after jet spraying into Tsuki's flower palace, fiercely striking against the beautiful married woman's delicate uterine walls...
Feeling the scorching heat and tingling pleasure in her lower body, Tsuki could no longer support herself after surrendering her yin essence, collapsing softly onto Haruto's chest instead. She pressed her fair, blushing charming face against him, her full bosom heaving violently as she recovered from the fatigue of their intense battle.
For a moment, only their ambiguous panting filled the room, each privately savoring the wonderful exercise they'd just shared.
Having tasted the joys of intimacy after so long, and with such a handsome and enticing youth as Haruto, Tsuki seemed to have flipped some strange switch. As the afterglow faded, she began actively seducing Haruto again.
Tsuki took Haruto's hand and placed it on her full bosom, his palm meeting comforting smoothness and warm softness.
She gently closed her eyes, her crimson lips like dew-kissed petals, exuding an even more alluring sensuality.
Her beautiful body swayed enticingly before him, occasionally deliberately grinding her seductive hips against his semi-hard dragon.
Haruto stared wide-eyed at the stunningly beautiful and sensual married woman—her flawless, perfectly proportioned figure, delicate and graceful, captivating in every curve.
Her face was soft and rounded, with a straight yet petite nose bridge and willow-like eyebrows faintly arched beneath loosely styled bangs.
A pair of crimson lips that appeared even more vibrant against her pearly white teeth, enchanting translucent eyes that made one almost afraid to meet her gaze, and a flowing silver low ponytail that shimmered with light. Combined with her perfectly developed, curvaceous hips, towering peaks, and an overall aura of temptation and sensuality that radiated from her entire being.
It evoked an involuntary feeling of a celestial maiden descending to the mortal realm—a transcendent, breathtaking beauty that could intoxicate any normal man in an instant.
Yet, unlike the untouchable purity of a celestial maiden, Tsuki's allure was like a demon's temptation, her provocative figure blending with an elegant demeanor, stirring Haruto's inner desires uncontrollably.
Tsuki had been bold and unashamed while seducing him earlier, but now, under his intense gaze, a faint blush spread across her cheeks, coloring them like rosy clouds. She pouted coquettishly, "Haruto... don't look at me like that..."
"Aunt Tsuki was quite proactive earlier, wasn't she~"
Haruto kneaded her soft, plump breasts deliberately and teased, "Especially when I called you Mrs. Uzaki—you clenched down so tightly below~"
"Mmm..." Tsuki shyly covered her face with both hands, her beautiful eyes narrowing into slits.
Even though she was a mother of three children and usually carried herself with grace and elegance, she now made such an adorable gesture—it was simply unfair.
Unconsciously, the dragon had regained its firmness, the fiery shaft pressing insistently against Tsuki's valley and lower abdomen.
The beautiful wife felt immensely embarrassed, but her body moved with undeniable honesty, attempting to once again engulf the thick, heated Haruto within her.
Haruto also longed to re-enter that soft, tender, yet incredibly tight passage of the married woman, but to fully make Tsuki his own, to imprint her with his colors, he resolutely pushed away her naked, sensual form.
"Mrs. Uzaki, go change into black stockings."
Tsuki's cheeks flushed red as she pouted, "Haruto, stop teasing me. Call me Tsuki or Aunt Tsuki—anything but that title..."
"Which title are you referring to?" Haruto feigned innocence, though the amusement in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Mother-in-law, or Mommy?"
The beautiful wife, both shy and annoyed, gently bit his chest and mumbled indistinctly, "Don't... say either..."
Haruto decided not to tease the bashful Tsuki any further. After giving her plump, snow-white buttocks a squeeze, he urged, "Aunt Tsuki, go change into black stockings. Nude ones are too conservative."
"Pervert..."
Tsuki shot him a glare and muttered under her breath, "Do you really like legs and feet that much?"
Haruto hadn't bothered to hide his preferences earlier—he had clung to her beautiful feet without letting go, his eyes completely glued to her long, straight, and shapely legs.
Even during their dual cultivation, Haruto's hands never left her legs.
Though Tsuki didn't fully understand terms like "leg fetish" or "foot fetish," she was aware that some people had unconventional preferences, and in her view, legs and feet fell into that category.
After all, traditional thinking deemed attention to breasts, buttocks, and face as normal.
With her perfect, ample bosom and firm, full rounded hips, Tsuki had been the focus of male attention since her school days.
"Not just these beautiful legs and feet, I love everything about Aunt Tsuki."
Haruto wasn't one for heartfelt confessions, but when it came to flirtatious banter in bed, he was a natural.
Even though she knew it was just Haruto's little trick to coax her into wearing black stockings, Tsuki fell for it every time.
She cast a coquettish sidelong glance at Haruto, gracefully slipped out of bed, and was about to open the wardrobe when she suddenly remembered this was Yanagi's room.
"Haruto, this is Yanagi's room..."
Tsuki hesitated. Even though Fujio was dead drunk, she still felt uncomfortable going to the bedroom to search for black stockings.
Having crossed the final boundary and even experienced his intimate release, the beautiful wife had grown much closer to Haruto. Unconsciously, her address for him had shifted from the single character "Haru" to the more affectionate nickname.
Though it was the same "Haruto," when spoken by Tsuki, it felt entirely different to him compared to when Rias said it—carrying a sense of maternal inclusiveness and doting affection.
Gazing at Tsuki's full, pale body, Haruto felt a surge of desire rising within him, wishing he could take her right then and there.