Chapter 393: Tsubaki's Situation (Part 2)
Standing at their side, Tsubaki had a clear view of this lewd scene. While inwardly marveling at Haruto's impressive endowment, she couldn't help but worry for her daughter as she watched Sakura's beautiful face contort with pleasure, nearly pushed to the brink.
However, as the massive dragon continued its relentless thrusts, the girl's expression grew increasingly intoxicated. The beautiful wife's concern gradually transformed into raw desire.
"Mmm..."
The purple-haired Kendo beauty moaned with passion. Haruto's large hands roamed incessantly over her body, synchronizing with the dragon's movements to stimulate all her sensitive spots.
"I can't take it anymore!"
Sakura cried out as her sensual young body began trembling. The warm, soft, and slick walls of her blossom started convulsing rhythmically, massaging the massive dragon within.
Resisting the squeezing and sucking sensations of the girl's blossom, Haruto thrust forcefully several dozen times before delivering one final, deep push. He collapsed onto her soft, naked form, burying the dragon to its root until its head pressed against the smooth inner walls of her flower palace, releasing long-accumulated, scorching essence.
The long-awaited internal release, with its intense stimulation and pleasure, caused Sakura's beautiful eyes to roll back slightly as she experienced another small climax.
After her orgasm, the girl lay completely limp, unable to support her own weight.
Sprawled on the tatami with her lovely legs spread wide beneath Haruto, her pink blossom remained stretched into a round, fleshy opening by the massive dragon.
Having brought Sakura to her peak, Haruto turned his attention to today's main course.
"Aunt Tsubaki, are you ready?"
Haruto slowly withdrew the massive dragon, presenting the enormous member—glistening with the girl's fluids and his own whiteness—before the beautiful wife.
The potent scent and visual impact made Tsubaki's breath catch for a moment.
The shame of craving her daughter's boyfriend and junior right before her eyes made it impossible to speak, but the fire within her had completely ignited, becoming unstoppable.
So Tsubaki answered Haruto's question with action.
The beautiful wife with the purple scorpion-tail braid removed her wool sweater and pushed up her bra, letting two full, enormous breasts spring free.
Sitting cross-legged on the tatami, Haruto watched this display as his hardened dragon twitched and swelled even larger.
Truly worthy of being a beautiful wife from an adult series—while lacking some of Uzaki Tsuki's elegance and grace, this overwhelmingly sensual aura was absolutely captivating.
Haruto patted the spot beside him and said, "Aunt Tsubaki, come here."
Barefoot, Tsubaki stepped forward lightly while simultaneously removing her jeans and panties.
By the time she reached Haruto's side, the pushed-up bra slipped free and fell onto his face.
Pulling the seductively fragrant lingerie from his face, Haruto embraced the naked, alluring purple-haired beauty before him.
One hand climbed to the soft chest even larger than Sakura's ample breasts, while the other slowly caressed its way up her fleshy, shapely legs before finally settling in the moist, slippery blossom.
After years of deprivation, the beautiful wife's body was exquisitely sensitive, requiring no foreplay at all.
The tingling and itching within her could no longer be restrained. Tsubaki knelt beside her daughter, her plump, pale buttocks turned toward Haruto.
"Haruto, I need it... please give it to me..." Her flushed petals parted and closed in invitation to him.
"Mother..."
Snapping back to reality, Sakura watched her mother's wanton display with complex emotions. After murmuring those words, she rose and knelt to the side, her delicate face flushed as she quietly observed the scene.
Haruto showed no remorse—or rather, he had long grown accustomed to such mother-daughter arrangements.
His hands went straight to Tsubaki's slender waist as she braced herself against the tatami mat, awaiting the dragon's entry.
"May I, Aunt Tsubaki?"
"Yes, please... hurry and give it to me..."
Enticed by the beautiful wife's uniquely suggestive tone, the dragon excitedly leaped and pointed toward Tsubaki's beautifully raised posterior.
Watching the beautiful married woman adopting a posture of entreaty like a bitch in heat, Haruto felt equally exhilarated.
He slapped the plump buttocks firmly and said, "Keep your legs closer together, or I won't insert it."
As if struck by the truth in Haruto's threat, the lust-filled beautiful wife hurriedly pressed her fleshy, straight legs together.
With her legs closed, her raised bottom arched even higher, and the glistening crimson valley narrowed into a slender crevice, resembling a budding crimson rose.
The dragon had hardened to the point of discomfort. Without further delay, Haruto embraced Tsubaki from behind, pressing his body against her arched pink back, his hands reaching around to grasp her heavy, snow-white peaks.
Once in position, the thick, fiery dragon rubbed against the beautiful wife's resilient buttocks a few times before sliding along the slick moisture to find the crevice of her valley.
Drawing a breath and tightening his abdomen, the dragon's head slowly parted the inner and outer petals, breaking through the jade gate amid Tsubaki's suppressed moans, delving deep until it reached the very core of her flower in one thrust.
"Ah... ah... mmm..."
The beautiful purple-haired wife bowed her head, panting softly. As the dragon entered, an unprecedented sense of fullness and pleasure spread throughout her body.
Ah... such intense pressure, reaching the deepest part so effortlessly...
Feeling the fiery dragon inside her, Tsubaki thought to herself.
The hot, ridged inner walls squeezed and sucked at the dragon relentlessly. Even before Haruto began moving, lewd, squelching sounds filled the air, incredibly erotic.
After quietly savoring the sensation of Tsubaki's inner flesh for a moment, Haruto smiled faintly and said softly, "I'm going to start moving now."
"Ah... mmm... okay..."
The sexy purple-haired beauty gasped in agreement, her enchanting eyes damp as she glanced back at Haruto's handsome face, eagerly anticipating the sensations once the dragon began to move.
"Ah?.. Ah?.. Ah?.."
With each thrust and withdrawal of the dragon, Tsubaki couldn't help but let out soft, breathy moans.
"Ah?.. Ah?.. Ah?.."
This can't be real... How can it feel this incredible...
Amid her moans, she couldn't stop marveling inwardly.
What should I do... If this continues, I won't be able to go back... I've never felt this good before...
"Ah?—"
Every thrust brought waves of pleasure... a sensation she had never experienced before...
In just a few dozen thrusts, even without Haruto exerting much effort, the intense pleasure had already overwhelmed Tsubaki.
The voluptuous purple-haired beauty could no longer maintain her position on the tatami. Her plump, sensual pale body went limp, and she collapsed onto her side.
Seizing the opportunity, Haruto kept the dragon embedded in her exquisite flesh as he shifted his posture, lying down behind Tsubaki. He bent one of her long, shapely legs at the knee, lifted it, and continued thrusting.
The change in position exposed the point of their union clearly to Sakura, who was kneeling quietly nearby.
Watching her mother's indecent state, the young girl, who had already come to terms with the situation, couldn't help but feel aroused.
Her valley, still overflowing with milky life essence from her recent climax, began to tingle with renewed sensitivity.
Blushing, her amethyst eyes fixed unblinkingly on the dragon's rhythmic movements, her slender jade-like fingers mimicked the same tempo, writhing incessantly between her pink thighs.
The two lost in passion paid no heed to the young girl's reactions nearby. The long-untouched honeyed passage of the married woman provided Haruto with unparalleled pleasure.
As a heroine from an adult series, she was naturally gifted in sexual matters. The sensation of taking such an erotic, virtuous housewife was utterly intoxicating and irresistible.
The only regret was that the Dual cultivation ability couldn't yield significant benefits.
But Haruto had completely stopped thinking about Dual cultivation now, focused only on fulfilling his obsession and thoroughly enjoying the perfect vessel before him.
"Aunt Tsubaki, your little hole feels amazing... No wonder it gave birth to Sakura-senpai. I feel like I'm getting addicted..." Haruto thrust his hips vigorously as he spoke.
His words were met only with Tsubaki's continuous moans and her eager, accommodating movements.
"Ah... Hah... Mmm..."
Unbelievable... So good...
The beautiful married woman's eyes grew hazy, her slender snow-white neck arched high, her seductive red lips parting and closing as wanton, licentious pants continuously escaped.