Chapter 385: Poison Dragon
Yet, when with Haruto, Tsuki felt as if she had returned to her early university days, her body brimming with vitality.
This was naturally the effect of his dual cultivation ability, but as he was currently tempering his mental state and overcoming his inner demons, Haruto had no intention of telling the Uzaki family the truth.
This was also one reason why, when Tsuki intended to press for answers, he chose to directly take action instead.
Rather than racking his brains for excuses, it was better to persuade through action.
After continuous intense intimate battles, the beautiful wife indeed forgot about her questions entirely. Even Yanagi, in such circumstances, no longer considered Haruto's superhuman destructive power.
They might recall later, but by then Haruto wouldn't need to lie—he could simply say they would naturally understand after some time, believing the Uzaki mother and her daughters wouldn't press further.
Yanagi snuggled in Haruto's embrace for a while until she noticed her mother's embarrassed glare. She then gently kissed Haruto's cheek and went to the wardrobe to select her winning lingerie.
Upon opening the wardrobe, the young woman keenly noticed her clothes had been disturbed. Just as she was about to ask, she spotted the familiar pair of black thigh-high socks on Tsuki's legs.
Turning her head, she saw a flesh-colored stocking fallen beside the wardrobe—the very pair Tsuki had been wearing downstairs earlier—and immediately understood what had happened.
Recalling how Haruto's hands had mostly lingered on her thighs earlier, along with the hot dragon secretly rubbing against her delicate inner thighs, Yanagi selected sexy winning lingerie and also picked up a pair of white pantyhose.
Stockings were a staple for pretty girls. Besides the black thigh-highs, she naturally had other types.
Compared to black stockings, white ones suited Yanagi better. Her legs were both plump and slender with a youthful grace, and paired with pure white stockings, their allure intensified.
Just as Yanagi left with her clothes, the gentle wife, her delicate body feverish and desires heightened, collapsed into Haruto's arms. With seductive, silky eyes, she seduced: "Haruto, won't you cherish me properly?""
Placing her hand on her full, firm snow-white breast, she smiled charmingly, lightly biting her lower lip as she whispered: "Little Flower and Yanagi will be here soon, so hurry and start... Mmm..."
The thought of the mother and her two daughters serving him together overwhelmed Haruto with excitement. Without even locking the door, he flipped over, pinning Tsuki beneath him and sealing her moist red lips.
Her long, shapely black-stockinged legs silently wrapped around Haruto's waist, the delicate pink petals at her thighs glistening with moisture, opening and closing like a hungry little mouth awaiting the dragon's feast.
Haruto didn't rush to enter but carried her to the bedside.
Then he had her kneel on the bed, embracing her from behind before thrusting deeply into her plump, upturned buttocks.
"Mmm... so big... so full... so good... ♡♡♡"
Her silver-gray low ponytail swung across her pink back with Haruto's movements. Fully immersed in the pleasure of dual cultivation, Tsuki's beautiful eyes slightly opened, pink heart-shaped pupils glowing with enchanting light within her blue irises.
After several hundred thrusts from behind, Haruto flipped Tsuki over, lifted her long black-stockinged legs, gripped her delicate ankles, and stood by the bed to continue pumping while holding her legs up.
Later, Haruto pressed Tsuki onto the floor, using her freely for a while.
Soon after, the beautiful wife was carried to her daughter's dressing mirror.
Haruto watched her reflection—sexy and wanton—while thrusting wildly into her snow-white buttocks.
Finally, he carried her to the bed, pressing down on her alluring, sensual body as he thrust in and out.
From the bed to the floor, then from the floor to a chair, and again from the mirrored dressing table back to the bed, they moved.
The room was filled with her moans, nearing a hundred decibels, and Haruto's heavy, ragged breaths.
If not for the shred of reason still left in him, Haruto might have taken Tsuki out to the hallway or even the balcony.
Though he had decided to play the role of the "other man," he was still a pure-hearted one at that.
Now that Tsuki had become his woman, no one else—not even her original husband, Fujio—had the right to lay a finger on her.
As thrilling as the hallway or balcony might be, without the use of magic, there was a high risk of being seen by others, and Haruto would never take that chance.
The balcony could be spotted by passersby, and while the drunken Fujio might not notice in the hallway, Kiri would surely come out curiously to investigate.
At the peak of their fierce, entangled battle—the stunning wife in her prime and the most vigorous high school boy—the Uzaki sisters, freshly bathed and clad in seductive attire, pushed open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Tsuki's continuous moans and gasps nearly echoed throughout the entire second floor, startling Hana into quickly shutting the door.
Though her reaction was swift, the lewd cries had already escaped into the hallway.
Fujio, deep in slumber, remained oblivious, but Kiri, in another room engrossed in self-discovery with a doujinshi, heard the sounds.
However, the noise lasted only a moment and, muffled by several walls, he couldn't recognize it as his mother's voice. Besides, he was at a critical moment himself and dismissed it as a hallucination born of his imagination.
Click.
After locking the door, Hana let out a long sigh of relief, her small hand slowly lowering from her chest.
Staring at the disheveled Tsuki, her emotions were overwhelmingly complex.
Even though she had already learned about it from Yanagi in the bathroom, seeing her mother and boyfriend intimately entwined, watching the fiery dragon that had once entered her now plunging repeatedly into the delicate pink flower valley that had nurtured her, splashing nectar in all directions...
A strange sense of dislocation and absurdity froze the young girl in place for a moment, but soon, this feeling transformed into heart-scorching, bone-gnawing excitement under Yanagi's actions.
He had noticed the Uzaki sisters the moment they entered, but instead of halting, the fiery dragon between his legs worked even more vigorously inside Tsuki's delicate body.
While savoring the tingling pleasure radiating from the dragon, he carefully observed the two exceptionally busty beauties who shared a seventy percent resemblance.
Yanagi wore a white camisole top, with a faint pink bra faintly visible beneath.
Through the neckline of her top, one could glimpse a deep cleavage and vast expanses of snowy white breast—partly due to the girl's ample assets, and partly because her bra was a half-push-up style.
Her lower half matched her top, clad only in white tights, with a faint pink triangular patch clearly visible.
Seeing Yanagi's outfit, Haruto grew even more excited, unable to resist speeding up his thrusts.
His gaze shifted past the adorable, busty middle school beauty, and he looked toward his official girlfriend, Hana.
The young girl wore a silver silk gown that complemented her hair color perfectly, creating a natural and harmonious beauty.
The neckline of the dress was modestly cut, not an exaggerated V-shape, revealing only a crescent of her chest and a subtle cleavage that exuded a hazy allure.
This was not the Hana of university days—short-haired, boisterous, and buxom.
Here, she was a high school beauty with silver-gray shoulder-length hair, a quiet and obedient demeanor, a youthful face, and a voluptuous figure.
Her current attire further accentuated her serene temperament.
Haruto could hardly wait to pin down this pair of beautiful sisters and have his way with them.
He withdrew his gaze, gripped Tsuki's slender waist—so delicate it seemed it could be snapped with one hand—and focused on thrusting intently.
Meanwhile, the equally impatient Yanagi quietly approached from behind Haruto, lowering her head to gently probe his anus with her smooth, delicate tongue, beginning a slow, teasing lick.
"Hiss—"
Panting heavily as he used his massive member to part the tight, fleshy folds of Tsuki's honeyed passage, Haruto suddenly felt a cool sensation at his rear. It took him a moment to realize it was Yanagi's skilled tongue delving into his anus.
"Oh... Yanagi..."
"Hehe... Brother-in-law... don't you like Yanagi's service?"
"No... well... alright then... keep going..."
Those familiar with such pleasures knew the unique thrill of a "poison dragon." Haruto had been serviced by beauties before, but he hadn't expected Yanagi, still a virgin, to sacrifice so much for him.
Touched by her gesture, Haruto found himself too consumed by the intense pleasure coursing through his member to dwell on it.