Chapter 477: Soaring Strength
But just as Sona had mentally prepared herself, the pain that felt like it would tear her body in half gradually faded, replaced by an even more unbearable tingling sensation.
Before she could speak, Haruto had already begun moving his hips vigorously.
From the subtle, instinctive reactions of Sona's body, he could clearly tell when it was the right time to start.
Though some pain remained, it just right alleviated the numbness and itchiness inside her.
Under Haruto's skilled techniques, Sona couldn't help but reach out and embrace him, no longer able to maintain her facade of calm composure.
Haruto noticed Sona's reactions clearly, yet his movements neither slowed nor altered in response.
He remained pressed against Sona's tightly closed eyes, thrusting vigorously as young Haruto had been determined from the start to conquer the moist, tight flower cave before him.
Each powerful downward plunge from above forced apart her snow-white, rounded thighs widely.
When young Haruto reached the flower core, he made sure to grind deeply against Sona's sensitive depths, causing her delicate body to continuously release warm, sticky fluids in abundance.
The relentless impacts came one after another without pause as Haruto swung his body fiercely, appearing determined to ensure every last drop of his essence would enter Sona's body at the final moment.
The first dual cultivation yields the best results—he sought not only to imprint himself upon Sona's body but also to maximize the cultivation's effectiveness.
Meanwhile, Sona kept her eyes firmly shut, her helpless posture resembling a doll being manipulated at will.
Only occasional moans escaped when young Haruto's thrusts struck deep, proving she remained a living, beautiful maiden.
Sona's stubborn resistance only excited Haruto further, driving him to deliberately strike her flower core's depths repeatedly, exploring every inch of the flower cave's fleshy walls with his dragon head.
"Mmm... mmmph..."
"If you only moan like this, I won't stop."
Observing the panting Sona beneath him, Haruto leaned down to cover her small mouth with a kiss, gradually silencing her sounds.
"If we continue, your body will completely surrender, dear~ President~~~"
As Sona was kissed, even her subconscious desire to protest was overwhelmed by the growing heat spreading through her body from Haruto's actions.
Beads of sweat dripped from her pale skin, mingling with Haruto's and her own fluids to create a lewd scent that drove him to ravage her pink, slippery garden sanctuary more wildly.
He wanted to violate her, to conquer her...
These thoughts grew vividly clear with his intensifying heartbeat. Releasing Sona's red lips, Haruto tightly embraced her alluring form, rubbing his chest against her soft, snow-white peaks.
Young Haruto moved almost flush against Sona's hips, leaving no gap as he thrust in and out relentlessly.
The overflowing juices dripped onto the bed, gradually staining the light pink fabric a deeper shade.
After a series of violent tremors, Haruto suddenly slowed his movements while holding Sona close.
Under his relentless assault, the president who had stubbornly kept her eyes closed now slightly opened them, gazing at him with a look of feigned resistance.
Her expression remained somewhat dazed, retaining traces of her usual aloof intellectuality—yet the next moment, her ethereally beautiful face transformed into one of seduction.
Feeling young Haruto's continued ravaging of her body, Sona lost control to unparalleled pleasure, her legs kicking wildly and her delicate form writhing.
"Mmm... mmmph!"
The girl's sensual writhing served only to heighten Haruto's pleasure, intensifying his relentless assault.
"Haah... Haaah... Ugh... Ha-Haruto... I can't... I can't take anymore..."
A powerful thrust pierced through Sona's body in one breath, the intense ecstasy causing both of them to tremble violently.
Feeling the primal yin energy continuously flowing into him from Sona's climax, along with the tight, constricting embrace of her tender flesh, Haruto also began throbbing intensely.
Finally, with one last powerful thrust, his unstoppable desire burst forth like a broken dam.
"Hah...!"
Violent tremors coursed through them once more as the scorching essence of life forcefully entered Sona's body.
At this moment, both their bodies convulsed in spasms, desperately savoring the pleasure they could draw from each other's forms.
After the physical ecstasy subsided, the life essence began to take effect. Thick blue magical energy started rising from Sona's body.
Whether due to Haruto's current formidable strength or their exceptional compatibility, Sona's initial gains from dual cultivation surpassed even what Rias and others had experienced.
Sona Sitri, who was originally just a High-Class Devil (S), had not yet fully digested the life energy within her, yet her magical aura had already reached the peak of SSS-Class.
As time passed, before the effects of dual cultivation ended, Sona successfully broke through the Satan-Class bottleneck.
This meant that in a single session of dual cultivation, she had consecutively broken through three major realms.
Although there was still some gap between her initial Satan-Class strength and Rias and the other girls at the peak of Satan-Class, this was merely a difference in quantity—a few more sessions of dual cultivation with Haruto would quickly close that gap.
Once the fluctuations in Sona's magical energy subsided, Haruto eagerly began licking her pristine, snow-white breasts and buds once more.
As he licked, his lips gradually moved downward, planting kisses on Sona's smooth, flat stomach before descending further to her snow-white thighs.
Just as Haruto was about to admire the flower up close, he suddenly felt his little Haruto slip into a warm, moist place.
Turning his head, he realized that Sona had, at some point, stopped absorbing the essence of life and had instead begun to counterattack in a tit-for-tat manner.
Having confirmed the efficacy of dual cultivation, she shed her previous shyness and restraint, revealing the demonic nature hidden deep within her bones.
Sona, who had been lying flat, shifted to her side and rested her head on Haruto's thigh.
Then, she suddenly leaned forward and took his little Haruto, now slick with their shared fluids, into her mouth. Her delicate hands began to slowly stroke him from the base.
Her moist lips instantly enveloped the head of Haruto's member, gently sucking on it as if savoring his scent.
Her nimble tongue slowly licked the tip, and the slightly salty-sweet taste of his little Haruto caused her saliva to flow, coating him in moisture as she attentively continued her ministrations.
"Mmm... As expected of the president, turning defense into offense so quickly..."
"Ugh... It's too big... Haruto, yours... Ugh-cough!"
Sona lay across Haruto's lap, her crimson lips continuously taking in and releasing his little Haruto.
At times, she would lightly hold the tip in her mouth, licking the outside with her tongue, while at other moments, she would suddenly swallow him whole, deep into her throat.
She actively attempted deep throating, causing the muscles in her throat to contract unnaturally, yet in an instant, they enveloped his little Haruto, clamping down tightly to prevent him from pulling out.
The thick shaft slid back and forth within Sona's throat, and under such stimulation, Haruto found it increasingly difficult to endure. With one hand, he caressed the back of Sona's head, pressing her down to continue pleasuring him with her mouth.
While one hand held her head, the other delved into Sona's chest, his large hand wantonly kneading her soft, smooth breasts.
It felt as if he were gripping soft cheese, encountering nothing but silky smoothness.
This action made Sona's body tremble, and fragmented moans spilled from her lips. Her legs involuntarily tightened and rubbed together, her beautiful face now flushed with a rosy hue.
"Truly... demons are creatures of deep desires. Even a calm and rational beauty like the president can't escape this nature, it seems..."
"Ugh... O-only... I'll only do this for you..."
Words that sounded like a confession stirred Haruto's heart for a moment, but only for a moment.
It seemed he was no longer suited for the path of deep affection.
Rather than that, it would be better to put in more effort to bring Sona greater pleasure.
He gazed at Sona, who was continuously taking Haruto into her mouth, her fair face contorted as she struggled with the thick, menacing shaft.
Though she appeared to be in pain, her tongue meticulously traced every inch of the column while one hand caressed the heavy jewels beneath, the other slowly stroking her own delicate Garden between her legs.
The intense rhythm continued as Haruto still held Sona's head, moving it back and forth, forcing her to keep licking and sucking.
Occasionally, he would withdraw himself, allowing Sona to gently suck on the weighty orbs.
Feeling her delicate tongue attentively tending to every part of his sac only heightened Haruto's excitement.
Haruto throbbed gradually, the increasing stimulation making it harder for him to hold back, and he began to breathe lightly.
Though her tongue seemed to have limited range, it was remarkably agile—especially in intimate moments. Whether male or female, being licked in sensitive areas always evoked intense sensations.
Sona obediently followed Haruto's movements, teasing the tip of him with the very end of her tongue.
More and more clear fluid seeped out, but she eagerly licked it all up, making it increasingly difficult for Haruto to restrain himself as the head pulsed fiercely.
As if aware of his state, Sona intensified the movements of her mouth, each thrust growing more frantic.
Finally, after dozens of vigorous strokes, Haruto could hold back no longer. A seemingly endless stream of life essence poured from above into Sona's mouth, filling her deeply.
"Mm, mmm—!"
Forced to take the essence deep in her throat, Sona's eyes widened involuntarily.
Her body instinctively rejected the act, yet the life energy, saturated with Haruto's essence, relentlessly flooded her throat, compelling her to swallow every last drop.
Only when her tongue had diligently sucked out the final remnants did it come to an end.
Sona placed one hand on her stomach, feeling the powerful energy within, and the other on her lower abdomen, sensing the life essence that had yet to be fully absorbed in her flower palace.
Indeed, although there was more in her stomach, the effects were far more pronounced from the essence deep within her womb...
Even if the effect was slightly weaker, as long as they continued their dual cultivation, this round would still be a gain.
Hanamiya's capacity was limited—once filled, anything in her stomach was pure profit.
The calculation was simple and easy to grasp.
"Haa—"
Releasing Haruto, Sona slowly exhaled, feeling completely imbued with his presence. A serene, relieved smile spread across her face.
With her power significantly enhanced, she had naturally emerged from her stubborn fixation.
Seeing Sona like this, Haruto couldn't help but pull her into his arms, cherishing the warmth of his dear president, gently nuzzling against her as they enjoyed a moment of quiet.
However, Sona misinterpreted his gesture as having ulterior motives. Gazing at Haruto with dazed, beautiful eyes, she blinked unconsciously.
"Haruto, do you still want more...?"
"Uh, I do, but that really wasn't what I meant just now..."
"Since it wasn't before, that's exactly what it means now~"
Gently stroking Haruto's face, Sona chuckled teasingly.
"Or do you plan to just hold me like this all night?"
"Ahem... then let's continue our cultivation practice."
After saying this, Haruto decisively pressed Sona down beneath him once more.
"Ah!"
Following her surprised exclamation came slight trembling movements. Facing Haruto who had directly pinned her down, Sona couldn't help showing a slightly troubled expression on her face.
Though she wanted it too, this was ultimately her first time losing her virginity. Even with her strong Dual Cultivation abilities, she still needed some time to recover.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have used her mouth first earlier instead of immediately mounting him.
Just as Sona was worrying, Haruto's first move wasn't aimed at her chest or Garden, but rather he took her small feet in his hands to carefully admire them, even slowly beginning to massage and play with them.
"Mmm... you... please, please stop..."
Her soles were so pale they seemed never to have touched dust. When slightly curved, one could clearly see soft flesh folding into layers of creases along the arch, yet they could be easily manipulated by Haruto's hands without any muscular resistance.
"Mmm... haah... don't... I can't... this stimulation... haaah..."
Sona kept twisting her body, but her pale, delicate feet remained firmly grasped in Haruto's hands, leaving no escape. She could only watch helplessly as her feet were played with until her physical desire gradually intensified.
The tingling sensations kept coming, making Sona's body struggle as all four limbs writhed incessantly. Yet Haruto showed no mercy at this moment.
He simply watched her pretty face glistening with sweat and her panting lips while his fingers continued slowly stroking the soft soles, constantly stimulating Sona.
Without pause or cessation, just unrestrained caressing and teasing, awakening the deepest desires in Sona's heart along with the tickling pleasure.
Her entire body's sensitivity gradually increased with this fondling. By now, touching any sensitive spot would likely bring Sona increasingly intense pleasure.
Only when he saw Sona slowly go limp and lie flat did Haruto finally stop playing with her jade-like feet with satisfaction.
He slowly moved closer to embrace Sona's body again, enjoying her faintly fragrant, sweat-glistened form while listening to her soft complaints.
"Pervert... Tsubaki was right after all, I need to protect my feet around you..."
"Hmm?" Haruto's eyebrow twitched. "Even things like this, Senior Tsubaki told the president?"
"Hmph... ah!"
Sona wanted to tease Haruto further, but he had already launched another assault.
His appreciation for beautiful legs and feet wasn't exactly a secret, but he hadn't expected Tsubaki to mention it to Sona before she even joined them.
Though thinking about the group of beauties at home who dared to discuss anything when gathered together, it didn't seem so strange after all.
When girls get risqué, boys have nothing left to contribute.
This saying, Haruto had heard in his previous life, but in this life he was witnessing it firsthand.
Sona let out a seductive moan as her earlobe was gently nibbled, her eyes tightly shut as if struggling to endure the overwhelming pleasure, yet gradually losing control over herself.
For at this moment, her sensitive Garden was being playfully teased by Haruto's slender, well-defined fingers, which skillfully and rapidly caressed her erogenous zones with their pads.
The tender flesh of her Flower path greedily enveloped Haruto's fingers, wrapping around them and sucking on them uncontrollably.
Panting and moaning, Sona's fair, slender legs rubbed together slowly in an attempt to alleviate the burning desire.
Yet it was all in vain. Haruto's fingers, as if enchanted, were drawn deep into her Garden, wreaking havoc within the moist cavern, making it increasingly difficult for her to restrain herself.
She longed for Haruto to enter her, to let him collide with her recklessly, to fill the emptiness deep within...
Though these thoughts raced through Sona's panting mind, she fought to maintain her composure, unwilling to let her calm and rational student council president image shatter completely.
Noticing this, Haruto merely smiled faintly, suddenly releasing his hands and letting Sona slowly fall forward, her rounded bottom once again facing him.
"Ah!"
Just as Sona thought she could catch her breath, Haruto swiftly flipped her over.
The position of having her hips lifted from behind left Sona flustered, and any thought of resistance was forcibly suppressed by Haruto.
In this posture, her damp Garden was fully exposed, and even the sight of her transparent fluids dripping onto the sheets was clearly visible to Haruto.
Haruto had no intention of letting Sona off yet, his fingers gripping her buttocks and kneading them firmly.
Her delicate, youthful body was soft to the touch, his palms sinking deeply into her flesh with each squeeze.
Subjected to such unrestrained caresses, Sona could only close her eyes and let out sweet, languid moans.
Her limbs twisted and stretched incessantly, as if venting her pent-up desire, yet also unconsciously enticing Haruto to pluck her more vigorously.
"Haruto... slower, please... I'm not used to this yet..."
"I can't hear you, I can't hear you~ Your voice is too soft, Council President~"
"Mmm..."