Chapter 459: First Treatment Session
Raphaeline's skin was naturally fair, but her current weakness lent it a somewhat sickly pallor. Under the lamplight, her skin glowed with a bright luster, appearing exceptionally soft. Though her snow-white peaks couldn't be described as large, they still held considerable fullness.
Her breasts were not only pert and upright, but the two pink, tender buds at their peaks were particularly prominent. The areolas bore a vibrant cherry-blossom hue, as radiant as summer-blooming sakura, so enticing one couldn't resist the urge to devour them.
Moreover, Raphaeline's figure was exceptional. Though her breasts weren't overly large, her waist was remarkably slender, her abdomen completely flat without a trace of excess fat. Below that sinuous waist, her legs were extraordinarily long and shapely.
Haruto did not remove the pristine white wedding gown entirely from Raphaeline's body, especially the pure white thigh-high stockings clinging to her long, firm legs.
The opaque white stockings contrasted beautifully with Raphaeline's fair skin. Peering beneath the wedding dress's skirt, he noticed her pelvic area was impeccably neat, with no trace of pubic hair.
It was unclear whether Raphaeline was naturally hairless or had long used magical power to completely suppress it. Even now, when she seemed no different from an ordinary person, her skin remained incredibly smooth and delicate.
Though he should have been accustomed to such scenes, the sight of Raphaeline in her wedding gown yet nearly naked made Haruto swell with arousal instantly.
For a moment, Haruto nearly forgot about the treatment, his mind consumed by the desire to completely possess the beautiful, alluring golden-haired woman before him.
"Alright, alright, Haruto, hurry and prepare. Raphaeline can't move right now, so I'll assist," Chisato Hasegawa urged, eager to begin the treatment.
Though she felt a twinge of jealousy about Haruto and Raphaeline's relationship, Raphaeline's safety was clearly more important. Until the hidden dangers were fully eliminated, she couldn't rest easy.
Suppressing her uncertain feelings—whether jealousy of Haruto or Raphaeline—she maintained her usual expressionless demeanor and pressed, "Haruto, could you please come over quickly?"
Chisato Hasegawa crossed her arms, squeezing her beautifully curved and pert breasts into a small, fleshy mound. For the treatment, she was already completely naked, her sleek black hair cascading down her back, the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye exuding striking charm.
With a flash of light, Haruto's tall, powerful, and masculine body was exposed to the air.
Raphaeline instinctively glanced at him, but upon realizing her action, she immediately turned away in embarrassment.
Following Chisato Hasegawa's instructions, Haruto moved behind Raphaeline.
With Chisato Hasegawa's help, even though Raphaeline could barely move, adjusting her position wasn't an issue.
Standing behind the beauty, Haruto noticed that Raphaeline's buttocks were even more exquisite than he had imagined—perfectly rounded, full, and firm, with ample flesh. From behind, one would never guess she was a patient on the verge of collapse.
Then, Haruto carefully placed his hands on Raphaeline's shoulders.
The golden-haired woman's skin was indeed as soft and smooth as he had imagined.
Whether from nervousness or extreme weakness, tiny beads of sweat had formed on Raphaeline's body.
At the same time, a strange, sweet fragrance emanated from her.
Haruto's face lit up with surprise—it was incredibly fragrant!
Just catching a whiff of that scent made him tremble with excitement.
Haruto had encountered many beauties with natural body fragrance before, as physical purification often accompanied the improvement of one's strength, inevitably bringing changes to one's constitution.
But this was the first time he had smelled anyone as sweet as Raphaeline.
Moreover, she was currently in a weakened state, almost like an ordinary person.
Haruto didn't dare imagine how irresistible Raphaeline would be in her goddess form...
"Haruto, stop pretending to be innocent."
Seeing Haruto's behavior, Chisato Hasegawa pursed her lips discontentedly and said, "Hurry up. After healing Sister Raphaeline, you can take your time being intimate with her alone."
Detecting the hint of jealousy in Chisato's tone, Haruto immediately tightened his embrace around Raphaeline.
Although separated by a layer of wedding dress, he could still clearly feel the softness of Raphaeline's body.
So soft, smooth, and comfortable to touch—with such a pleasant texture.
Haruto's hands moved around to Raphaeline's chest, and he unconsciously squeezed the soft flesh in his palms.
He hadn't expected Raphaeline's body, seemingly frail, to still have such fullness.
As he pulled down the strapless wedding dress, the sensation in his hands became even more distinct.
A firm, hard object abruptly pressed against his palm. Haruto turned to look at Raphaeline's face and saw the golden-haired beauty with her eyes tightly shut, her cheeks flushed.
It seemed her weakened state hadn't dulled her senses—even simple caresses could stir the beautiful golden-haired beauty.
Raphaeline's plump, soft buttocks instinctively pushed backward, but her control over her body was still too weak. In the end, with Chisato Hasegawa's assistance, she pressed completely against Haruto's hot, firm arousal.
"Mmm..."
Haruto let out a soft moan. Raphaeline's buttocks felt somewhat cool, or perhaps her body temperature was naturally low.
Maybe it was due to her weakened state?
Raphaeline's cool yet soft, perky buttocks pressed against Haruto, the tender sensation making it almost unbearable for him to resist thrusting.
Haruto placed both hands on Raphaeline's chest, holding her tightly in a back-hugging position.
His heartbeat quickened, and the desire to possess the beauty before him grew steadily.
At the same time, he could feel Raphaeline's heartbeat racing just as fast.
It wasn't just Haruto—Raphaeline's emotions were also intensifying.
"Mmm..."
After a long while, Raphaeline could no longer hold back. Her crimson lips parted slightly, releasing a soft moan.
Just then, Chisato Hasegawa, who was assisting, suddenly turned her head and said, "Haruto, your movements are too gentle. Could you please properly knead Sister Raphaeline's breasts?"
"Huh?"
He was just afraid Raphaeline couldn't handle it...
Haruto gazed at Raphaeline's exquisite face, her profile glowing with a sacred radiance under the warm yellow light.
Yet within this sanctity, a flush of crimson was steadily spreading.
Raphaeline spoke shyly, whispering, "Ha...Haruto, you can use more strength..."
It seemed he had been overly cautious. Though weak, Raphaeline could endure this much—otherwise, subsequent treatments would be impossible.
Haruto honestly admitted his mistake and began kneading earnestly.
Just then, Chisato Hasegawa supported Raphaeline's white-stockinged legs, moving the plump, soft buttocks up and down.
Little Haruto was pressed tightly between Raphaeline's full, voluptuous buttocks, as if enjoying a form of intercourse with them, waves of exquisite sensations continuously washing over him.
Haruto instinctively clenched his fists, then remembered his hands were gripping Raphaeline's beautiful breasts.
Yet, despite how forcefully he squeezed Raphaeline's two large "bunnies," she showed no anger.
Not only that, but her lovely face even bloomed with a deeply happy and satisfied smile.
Haruto completely let go of his worries, pinching Raphaeline's two tender buds between his thumb and index finger—they had already swollen from congestion.
They were firm, yet delightfully springy...
Or perhaps resilient.
Damn, this is kind of fun...
Haruto began rapidly flicking and teasing Raphaeline's buds with his index finger. Raphaeline's face flushed crimson, her breathing grew rapid, and her gasps gradually intensified.
Even so, Chisato Hasegawa didn't stop.
She kept shifting positions, continuously helping Raphaeline rub against Haruto.
During this time, the room was filled only with Haruto's soft moans of pleasure and Raphaeline's panting.
Little Haruto swelled increasingly, but at the same time, he knew it was time to get down to business.
Yet Haruto's hands simply wouldn't stop.
Even now, Raphaeline's pert buttocks remained pressed against Little Haruto, her two thick, fleshy cheeks forming a deep cleft that, under Chisato Hasegawa's guidance, continuously clamped around his mighty dragon in frantic motions.
"Haa—"
Haruto took a deep breath, reached out to grasp Raphaeline's perfectly curved chin, and firmly turned the golden-haired beauty's head toward him.
"Rafa-nee, let's kiss."
Mimicking Chisato Hasegawa's way of address, Haruto skillfully called Raphaeline, not waiting for her response before actively leaning in.
Surprisingly, Raphaeline, blushing, willingly opened her small mouth, even eagerly slipping her little tongue into Haruto's mouth.
Haruto wrapped his arms around Raphaeline's slender neck, closed his eyes, lowered his head, and began kissing her.
Their noses touched, each clearly hearing the other's breathing, even directly feeling the warmth of their breath brushing against each other's faces.
Raphaeline's full red lips parted slightly, her pink little tongue easily slipping into Haruto's mouth, actively tangling with his.
This was Raphaeline's first kiss. Though she had been intimate with Chisato Hasegawa, their relationship was truly pure—they hadn't even kissed.
The first time is always awkward, whether it's kissing or anything else.
Although Raphaeline's kissing skills were average, Haruto still enjoyed her passionate kisses.
Raphaeline's sweet saliva was like fine wine, intoxicating him.
After passively enjoying it for a while, Haruto could no longer restrain himself and began to take the initiative.
He wrapped his arms around Raphaeline's slender waist, then eagerly sucked on her agile little tongue.
During their first French kiss, Raphaeline nearly forgot to breathe from nervousness.
Once Haruto took the lead, Raphaeline quickly adjusted her breathing and met his advances again.
As their fluids intermingled, Raphaeline seemed to regain some strength. She actively turned around and likewise wrapped her arms around Haruto's neck.
The two embraced and kissed so tightly that little Haruto pressed against Raphaeline's soft, flat lower abdomen.
With each rise and fall of their breathing, little Haruto slowly rubbed against Raphaeline's stomach.
Raphaeline's eyes grew hazy, her captivating pupils already misty with moisture. Her flushed face now appeared incredibly alluring and seductive.
Their faces drew closer together once more, kissing again as their tongues intertwined, becoming indistinguishable from one another.
Haruto felt as though his brain and tongue were melting. Raphaeline's body emitted a sweet fragrance, and he continuously savored the nectar in her mouth, which truly excited him.
His hands slowly moved downward until they touched the full curves of Raphaeline's pert buttocks.
Raphaeline didn't refuse him; instead, she held him even tighter.
In that moment, desire surged violently. Haruto adjusted little Haruto's position and pressed firmly against Raphaeline's soft petals!
Raphaeline's eyes widened, and her tongue stiffened.
Ignoring Raphaeline's unusual reaction, Haruto pushed forward, his dragon directly squeezing between Raphaeline's plump, slender white-stockinged legs.
The inner sides of Raphaeline's thighs were moist and smooth, and little Haruto slid in with remarkable ease.
Haruto didn't dare use too much force, merely controlling the friction between Raphaeline's thighs, afraid that being too rough during the thigh sex might injure the weakened Raphaeline.
Even so, little Haruto felt incredibly pleasured.
Raphaeline's beautiful legs tightly clamped around little Haruto while simultaneously pressing firmly against her flower slit.
With each thrust, he could feel Raphaeline's Garden continuously secreting nectar from her flower slit, moistening little Haruto.
While passionately kissing Raphaeline and enjoying her white-stockinged legs, Haruto continuously kneaded her soft, springy, and tender buttocks with both hands.
Just then, Chisato Hasegawa suddenly remarked, "Not bad, Raphaeline. You've gotten into the mood quite quickly. Let's begin the formal treatment while we have this opportunity."
Chisato Hasegawa's words snapped Haruto back to his senses.
He quickly released Raphaeline, and little Haruto slid out from between her legs.
Raphaeline also weakly let go of his neck.
Due to the intensity of their passionate kiss, when Raphaeline and Haruto separated, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips.
Raphaeline's breathing was rapid, and with the urgent rise and fall of her chest, the delicate Buds on her beautiful breasts trembled uncontrollably, causing little Haruto to involuntarily twitch twice in response.
From excessive excitement, little Haruto had already secreted a small amount of transparent fluid.
Due to Haruto's continuous rubbing against Raphaeline, the fluid overflowing from the dragon's head left noticeable traces on both her lower abdomen and inner thighs.
Raphaeline also noticed this. She clenched her legs together, then reached out to gently wipe the fluid from her abdomen, murmuring softly, "Oh my, it's so big... If it went in, how deep would it reach..."
Damn it. Even though not a single word Raphaeline uttered was explicitly sexual, her enchanting voice alone was enough to excite Haruto immensely.
He couldn't resist stroking himself a few times before saying, "Saving her is important, but since you've already dressed Sister Rapha in a wedding gown, shouldn't we make her first treatment as perfect as possible?"
"Hmph... I think you just want to enjoy yourself a little longer."
Chisato Hasegawa frowned slightly, but since Raphaeline was now able to move on her own and her condition was improving, she decided not to play the "villain" any further.
"Do as you wish. I'll rest for a while."
Choosing to tactfully withdraw, Chisato left Haruto and Raphaeline to indulge in their heightened passions, exploring even more adventurous play.
"Sister Rapha, do you know what 69 is?"
Raphaeline shook her head in confusion.
"69 is when we position ourselves upside down from each other and then lick..."
Haruto whispered the explanation into Raphaeline's ear. As he spoke, the blush on the beautiful blonde's cheeks deepened.
"Okay... I understand."
Though embarrassed, memories of their previous grinding and deep kissing rekindled her curiosity and desire.
How would 69 feel compared to grinding and French kissing...?
Once the door to this new world was opened, Raphaeline displayed an unexpected eagerness, somewhat subverting Haruto's impression of her.
In truth, Haruto had no strong impression of Raphaeline—only a previously held stereotype.
The woman now revealing herself before him was the real Raphaeline, a living, breathing beauty.
"Ha... Haruto, let me take off the wedding gown first."
Raphaeline turned around, pushing him gently as she spoke.
The top was pulled down, the bottom flipped up, leaving the gorgeous wedding dress piled around her waist.
To be honest, it was rather hindering her movements.
Haruto had no particular attachment to the wedding gown—as long as she kept those pure white stockings on.
While removing the dress, Raphaeline naturally assumed the position.
Though still weak and lacking strength, lying back and parting her slender legs was something she could manage easily.
Haruto quickly followed suit, lowering himself onto her graceful, sensual body.
Raphaeline's garden was now so close he could even catch its faint fragrance.
His arousal throbbed painfully, his mind nearly blank.
Gulp...
Raphaeline, as if guided by instinct, began licking the fiery dragon before her, occasionally tracing circles around it with her soft, delicate tongue.
Feeling the pleasure radiating from his own arousal, Haruto buried his face between Raphaeline's white-stockinged legs.
By the time he regained awareness, he was already clutching Raphaeline's snow-white hips, incessantly lapping at the tender pink slit formed by her plump petals.
Slurp... Haah, smack...
Haruto continuously licked Raphaeline's garden. Whether it was due to her thirst or sensitive constitution, as his tongue repeatedly caressed the plump, pink petals, copious amounts of nectar continuously flowed from the floral crevice.
Haruto eagerly swallowed Raphaeline's fluids, only for her to suddenly take little Haruto entirely into her mouth.
Overwhelmed with excitement, he used both hands to forcefully spread apart Raphaeline's floral mound, completely parting the two soft, springy petals.
Haruto's eyes widened in awe. Raphaeline's snow-white skin extended to her chrysanthemum and garden, which were equally pale and translucent without any signs of pigmentation.
Though he had no particular fetishes, he had to admit that Raphaeline's chrysanthemum was exceptionally beautiful, and her garden resembled a work of art.