Chapter 392: Tsubaki's Scene (Part 1)
Miyajima Dojo.
Listening to the lively shouts and energetic kiai sounds from inside, Haruto calmly pushed open the main door and walked in, under the complex gaze of the receptionist—a mix of pleasant surprise and subtle resentment.
Back when he had visited the Miyajima Dojo to discuss Sakura's school transfer, he had shared a one-night stand with this receptionist. But by now, he could no longer even recall her name, so he simply pretended not to notice.
Compared to before, the number of people at the Miyajima Dojo had increased significantly. With the weekend break and Sakura—Japan's newly risen genius kendo beauty—serving as the Bishop, the spacious dojo was nearly packed to the brim.
With Haruto's help, Sakura's skills had advanced rapidly. Over the past year, she had swept nearly all of the domestic kendo awards.
Not only had she officially inherited the Miyajima Dojo and become its master, but she had also attracted a large following of admiring boys and girls.
Young girls aspired to become strong, beautiful women like Sakura, while most boys were drawn by unrealistic fantasies.
However, even though the number of female trainees had increased, many male trainees—realizing they had no chance or could only see Sakura during breaks—still chose to stay.
"Haruto, what brings you here?"
Before Haruto could even greet her, Sakura—standing at the front amidst a sea of kendo uniforms—spotted him, who stood out in his casual attire.
With her pale purple hair tied into a ponytail, the kendo beauty looked even more heroic and spirited. Her face lit up with delight as she jogged over to Haruto and embraced him.
Haruto smiled, patted her head, and kissed her fair, tender cheek. "It's a holiday today, and I finally have some free time. I came to see you."
Sakura knew it couldn't be that simple, but his words still filled her with joy.
"Dad, you take over the instruction from here."
Amid the gazes of the surrounding students—filled with envy, jealousy, or curiosity—the girl clung to Haruto's arm, her face beaming with happiness, as they headed toward the residential area in the backyard.
The students whispered among themselves, having never seen Sakura display such a girlish demeanor before.
An older student seized the opportunity to flaunt their seniority, vividly recounting the story of Haruto's previous visit to the dojo.
However, they glossed over the details of Miyajima Shihan's defeat, as the stern and rigid former master was watching. Anyone who didn't want to face extra hardship during training knew which topics were safe to discuss and which were best left untouched.
Haruto paid little mind to the affairs of the dojo. After exchanging a nod with Miyajima Shihan, who still looked stern and increasingly frail, he followed Sakura to the living quarters.
As soon as they entered the backyard, he spotted his target: the stunningly beautiful housewife Tsubaki, her hair tied in a scorpion tail braid, sitting idly on the wooden veranda and gazing absently at the clouds in the sky.
Tsubaki wore a light purple thin wool sweater that hugged her upper body and tight jeans that accentuated her curvaceous, alluring figure.
Compared to Sakura's youthful vitality, Tsubaki's ripe, mature charm stirred the most primal desires in men.
"Mom, look who's here~"
Sakura clung to Haruto's arm, greeting her mother with evident delight.
While admiring Tsubaki's irresistibly seductive body, Haruto remarked meaningfully, "Aunt Tsubaki, it's been a while. Sakura and I need to discuss something in her room later—please don't eavesdrop."
It was already afternoon, and with only two or three hours left before the students' training ended and Miyajima Shihan finished his duties, it would become inconvenient to approach the beautiful housewife. Haruto had no intention of wasting time.
With that, amid the stunned expression of the enchanting housewife and the playful protests of the young girl, he wrapped his arm around Sakura's slender waist, hurried into her room, and slid the door shut.
Even in broad daylight, with so many people in the house and her mother just outside in the hallway, the young girl felt somewhat restrained. Yet, despite regularly practicing dual cultivation with Haruto, she couldn't resist this rare extra opportunity.
Soon, under Haruto's kisses and caresses, Sakura surrendered to the moment.
Her white kendo uniform was discarded, followed by her thin sports bra and cotton panties scattered across the tatami mats. Her tall, sensual body lay completely bare before Haruto.
Haruto swiftly shed his own clothes and, without hesitation, mounted her.
As he thrust in and out of Sakura's moist, tight passage, he keenly sensed Tsubaki's movements just beyond the door.
During his previous visits to the Miyajima household, he had noticed the beautiful housewife's subtle yet unmistakable advances—her lingering glances and suggestive demeanor. At the time, Haruto hadn't fully grasped the implications and hesitated, and subsequent events prevented further interaction with the charming, Yamato Nadeshiko-like matron.
Now, having decided to prioritize gaining experience, she was the first one who came to his mind—the beautiful, purple-haired, buxom housewife.
Outside the door, Tsubaki watched the two silhouettes rising and falling behind the paper screen, her thoughts in disarray.
She tried to avert her eyes, but the sound of her daughter's suppressed moans and gasps drew her gaze irresistibly to the thick, elongated shadow that appeared and disappeared rhythmically.
Her mature, long-neglected body grew warm and restless. Her denim-clad hips and long, shapely legs unconsciously pressed together, rubbing subtly. A misty haze clouded her slender, beautiful eyes.
Tsubaki lightly licked her thin lips, one delicate hand having already slipped into her wool sweater to press against the soft yet firm peaks beneath.
Since Sakura's birth, she hadn't experienced the pleasures between men and women. The moment she laid eyes on Haruto, she could no longer restrain herself, giving him various hints both overt and subtle.
Yet Haruto remained unmoved. Combined with him being her daughter's boyfriend, she couldn't bring herself to throw dignity aside and chase after him openly.
Afterward, the two had no further contact. Over time, Sakura had nearly forgotten the matter, suppressing the resurgent desires as she resolved to be a good wife and mother once more...
As the girl's intermittent moans and passionate gasps filled the air, the beautiful wife cut off her wandering thoughts. Biting her thin lips, she slid open the door before her.
If she had misinterpreted the situation, at worst she would only face embarrassment in front of her daughter.
But if it was truly what she imagined...
With the barrier removed, the true nature of the two overlapping shadows was revealed to Tsubaki.
There lay the lavender-haired girl with her single ponytail, face buried in her arms as her plump, pale buttocks arched high in the air. Haruto knelt behind her, his enormous dragon rapidly plunging in and out.
Each thrust drew forth copious amounts of slick nectar, while Sakura rhythmically emitted lewd cries matching the dragon's movements.
The purple-haired beauty watched the intensely seductive and obscene scene, her breathing growing ragged. She couldn't help but imagine how thrilling and pleasurable it would feel to have that thick, lengthy young dragon moving within her own tender, plump honey pot.
Though immersed in intense pleasure, both Haruto and Sakura noticed the moment the door opened.
The girl's delicate body visibly trembled, tensing up from nervousness until even her inner walls began rhythmically constricting around the dragon. The sensation made Haruto narrow his eyes in pleasure.
"Aunt Tsubaki, I told you not to eavesdrop," Haruto teased while continuing to thrust. "But here you are, walking right in openly."
Realizing it was her mother, Sakura's tension eased considerably. Feeling the noticeably thicker dragon inside her, she finally understood Haruto's purpose in visiting today.
The girl shot a reproachful glance over her shoulder at Haruto, initially intending to speak. But seeing her mother's exquisitely beautiful face, she could only release a soft sigh.
She had long noticed something unusual about her mother. Combined with what happened with the Takamine mother and daughters, she had mentally prepared for Haruto making a move on Tsubaki.
Yet when nothing happened for so long, Sakura had gradually set her worries aside—never expecting this day would still come, and so suddenly at that.
"Haruto... harder... it feels so good..."
Sakura buried her face in her arms, gasping passionately while continuously arching her rounded buttocks, greedily seeking more stimulation and pleasure.
Seeing Haruto and her daughter's reactions, Tsubaki felt reassured. She stepped forward into the room, pulling the door shut behind her with a backward hand.
Leaning against the door, she watched the live erotic display before her, biting her sensual red lips as her slender legs pressed tightly together in silent anticipation.
Noticing this, Haruto grew serious. Time was limited today—unless using mental magic, he needed to conclude this battle before dinner to avoid detection by Miyajima Shihan.
With his hands gripping the girl's slender waist, Haruto began thrusting vigorously right in front of her mother.
Each time the massive dragon plunged deep, its large, fiery head would push past the soft, tender entrance of her blossom, creating a distinct round bulge against her flat lower abdomen.