Chapter 478: Sona
What should have been a redemption for the soul, or at the very least a pursuit of strength, had, over time, left Sona feeling no trace of pain in either body or spirit—only an boundless, ocean-like craving.
She craved Haruto's conquest, the nourishing life energy for her body, the rapid enhancement of her cultivation and strength, and...
the bliss of becoming one with Haruto.
Her swaying hips were gently slapped, while deep within her lower abdomen, fingers probed recklessly.
Haruto's fingers pressed repeatedly into the moist, warm depths, exploring every fold within her Flower path with deliberate care.
It was like a massage, seeking out the vulnerabilities deep inside Sona's body.
Tormented and caressed like this, to avoid making shameful sounds, Sona could only bite down hard on the sheets beneath her.
Yet Haruto's fingers continued their relentless exploration of every inch of her body, causing the thick nectar to drip incessantly onto the sheets.
The girl's swaying hips sent the fluids splashing about, as if determined to soak the entire bed.
Suddenly, Sona—who had been enduring it all—began trembling violently. The overwhelming pleasure forced her to release the sheet she had been biting down on, replacing it with a melodious moan.
"Haah... Stop... No... Hah... I can't take it..."
"If you truly dislike it, then please say so clearly, President."
Faced with such a sensual figure before him, Haruto continued his wanton caresses without restraint, indulging freely in the unique sweetness that only Sona possessed.
Her trembling body was still shaking, yet just as Sona attempted to struggle, a thick, firm length from Haruto was already slowly pressing toward her pale, tender buttocks.
Haruto effortlessly slid between the two soft pink curves of her buttocks, forcefully impacting Sona's pert rear and wantonly grinding against her plump flesh.
"Ah..."
The former student council president let out a soft moan. Realizing what Haruto was doing to her body at this very moment made her feel even more intensely feverish all over.
Yet this only excited her inexperienced garden further. Already aroused, Sona could only bury her face into the pillow, too shy to let Haruto see her current state.
Even though she had anticipated things might unfold this way, facing Haruto's advances, her own reactions were so helpless—even subtly welcoming—still filled Sona with overwhelming shame.
Perhaps due to gradually adapting, or perhaps because she could no longer restrain the fire within her body, Sona murmured, her cherry-colored lips finally parting slowly.
"Haruto... come on... I admit I want it..."
"Excellent, as expected of the former student council president. So honest."
Although Haruto now held the position of student council president, in his heart, Sona would always remain that capable and beautiful former president.
After kissing Sona's cheek, facing the girl who had already arched her hips, Haruto gently grasped her slender waist once more. Aligning himself with the delicate, exposed entrance, he slowly approached before suddenly thrusting deep in one swift motion!
"Hnng!"
Her snow-white body trembled violently as she felt that thick pleasure instantly invade the depths of her being. Sona closed her eyes, breathing faintly.
Her pale, full breasts swayed back and forth with Haruto's movements, while her tight, slick flower path began greedily swallowing his hot, rigid length.
Abundant fluids secreted to envelop him, allowing smooth movement within the snug, constricting embrace.
Each thrust brought increasingly intense stimulation and pleasure.
Sona was completely unprepared for such a fierce assault, forcibly accepting Haruto's powerful penetration as he plunged deep into her lower abdomen...
The thick tip pushed past countless enveloping inner walls all the way to her flower core. The moment they made contact, Haruto began gently rubbing the sensitive flesh, making the president's delicate body tremble anew.
"Hah... so, so deep, ah... reaching... too deep inside..."
"After all, the president is also a demon. You get soaked so easily after just a little teasing."
Continuing to play recklessly with Sona's body, he could feel her soft, warm garden gently enveloping him—both due to her slender frame and the fiery, suction-like heat.
The gradually building pressure gave Haruto a different, peculiar sense of pleasure, making him feel exhilarated beyond the smooth back-and-forth motion.
Haruto leaned down, taking Sona's crimson, glistening earlobe into his mouth while his tongue began tracing circles.
Not content with just nibbling her ear, Haruto slowly worked his way down, gently biting along Sona's body.
Using skills honed through countless experiences, he applied just the right pressure as he gradually made his way downward with careful nips.
He could feel the pulsating blood vessels beneath the girl's delicate skin. The slight tension made Sona even more rigid, squeezing Haruto tighter and making him feel increasingly comfortable.
"You... stop it... my ears... there... no!"
"So the ears are also the student council president's weakness? Then I must take even better care of them."
Haruto teased before continuing to lick and play with them.
In reality, ears are generally sensitive spots for most girls, though the degree of sensitivity varies.
But someone as reactive as Sona could indeed consider it a weakness.
"Mmph!"
Accompanied by Sona's moans, Haruto slowly licked and nibbled downward, gradually moving from her jaw to her neck and collarbone.
He even lifted Sona's arm, gently leaning in to sniff her armpit—completely hairless, smoother and more delicate than the finest jade.
There was no unpleasant odor, only a faint, subtle fragrance mixed with the scent of her youthful sweat from excitement.
This action naturally made the etiquette-conscious Sona feel even more ashamed, her entire body shaking as she tried to escape Haruto's movements.
However, Haruto merely thrust his hips forcefully, and his thick member instantly shattered Sona's resistance.
Shame is the best aphrodisiac.
Haruto continued to ravage deep inside the girl, each thrust scattering Sona's consciousness a little more.
Every time she seriously tried to resist Haruto, she would be overwhelmed by his powerful thrusts, making it even more unbearable. Her entire body was filled with the desire to be penetrated deeper by his thick member.
While gripping Sona's hips, Haruto continuously rocked his waist, increasing the frequency and speed of his movements.
The overflowing fluids had already drenched Haruto's crotch, and the force of their collisions quickly made the transparent juices thicker and stickier.
Each forceful collision of flesh produced slapping sounds, and the intoxicating, sweet scent fueled Haruto's excitement even further.
It's like being conquered...
Sona couldn't help but think.
With each thrust, she could feel Haruto's presence growing heavier in her heart.
Faced with this situation, Sona could only gasp for breath, feeling Haruto above her invading her again and again.
The intensity of his strength and emotions felt as if he were capturing her very soul.
"Mmph... wh-why are you so good at this... do you really enjoy it this much...?"
"Of course, but it's not just because I enjoy the feeling—it's also because it's you, student council president."
"Hah, mmph!"
Seeing Sona already somewhat delirious with pleasure, Haruto continued to kiss her cheeks and ears, whispering sweet nothings into the girl's ear.
"Don't you like it, student council president? Or is it not comfortable enough?"
"Mmph... you... I... call me..."
"Call you what?"
"Call... call me by my name, call me Sona, not 'president,' and then fill me up hard! Mmph..."
These words invigorated Haruto, and he thrust even more forcefully into Sona's sweet, plump garden.
The massive dragon head plunged repeatedly into the flower core's depths, satisfying Sona's desires.
Her perky, adorable pepper nipples rubbed against the sheets with each of his thrusts, their tender pink buds becoming swollen and flushed from the friction.
A dazed expression began coloring Sona's face with crimson, while Haruto felt himself being powerfully suctioned by her tender flesh.
With every penetration, Haruto could sense Sona experiencing minor climaxes from the intense pleasure.
The constantly spasming garden, overflowing with secretions, was completely filled by the massive Haruto, its originally soft flower mound now becoming exceptionally tight.
The dense, velvety walls made his movements difficult, and the wildly throbbing Haruto nearly reached his limit instantly.
"Haruto... mmph... more... hold me tighter."
"Mhm!"
Responding simply to Sona's desire, Haruto surged forward to embrace the alluring body forcefully.
Their lips met again while the Haruto below thrust deeply into the prepared sacred flower palace, releasing with tremendous force.
"...!"
Silent screams passed between their kissing lips, tongues entwined to prevent any sound from escaping.
Yet beyond this, Haruto's body pressed heavily upon Sona, his shuddering hips repeatedly pouring thick life essence into the slender girl's form.
The dragon head remained intimately kissing the flower core, as if unwilling to ever part, their connection profoundly deep.
Panting heavily, they finally stilled after a long while, gazing quietly into each other's eyes.
Regaining her composure, Sona felt too shy to face Haruto directly, turning away to lie prone on the bed with only her upturned bottom still connected to him.
Having filled the girl's body with life energy—ensuring this would consume several hours at minimum—Haruto slowly rose before gathering Sona into his arms for tender aftercare.
After such wild invasion moments earlier, this sudden gentleness felt strikingly unexpected...
Sona closed her eyes slightly, savoring this tenderness. She had to admit being held so securely afterward deeply touched the softest parts of a woman's heart.
"Haruto, did you forget we were cultivating earlier? You felt much fiercer than the first time."
"Really... I apologize. Once I built momentum, many things slipped my mind. Sorry, President, I'll be more careful next time."
"Next time..."
Noticing the key phrase in Haruto's words, Sona's recently calm face flushed crimson again.
"Hmph, you little pervert. We just finished and you're already thinking about next time?"
Though she said this, Sona stroked Haruto's cheek while curled in his embrace, a smile gracing her features.
She'd recognized Haruto's nature from the start—originally intending to have Tsubaki tempt him slightly, only for her to surrender completely.
Still, it wasn't without gain, having successfully made Haruto her Familiar.
Thinking that would suffice, she never anticipated reaching this point herself.
When she first heard Haruto had conquered the entire Occult Research Club, Sona couldn't understand it. Now she only regretted not breaking through this barrier with Haruto sooner.
Such a pleasant and comfortable cultivation method, with such excellent results, that also satisfies physical needs—aside from being somewhat lacking in emotional depth, it could be said to be all benefits.
As for the minor issue of emotional connection, for demons who practice polygamy or polyandry, it hardly counts as a problem at all.
If they had started doing this earlier, not only would her own strength be greater, but Reya and Yisha's current abilities would likely be significantly higher as well.
It wasn't that Sona Sitri would demand her Familiars to engage in something with Haruto just to enhance their power.
Rather, after spending some time with Haruto, the beautiful girls in the student council naturally developed feelings of admiration for him.
Or, to put it more bluntly, they began to yearn for romance.
This was perfectly normal, a common phenomenon.
Especially when there was a nearly perfect-looking boy of the same age, with a good personality and rumored to be exceptional in bed, who was someone they knew personally.
As the saying goes, what young maiden doesn't yearn for love?
In such circumstances, Haruto naturally became the one and only object of their romantic fantasies.
The reason no one had taken the forbidden step like Tsubaki Shinra did was partly because Haruto's reputation as a playboy was somewhat well-known, and partly because Tsubaki had already taken the lead, with Sona subtly showing she didn't want others getting involved.
While Sona couldn't control others, she did have some authority over her own Familiars.
Of course, she didn't force anything or even say anything explicitly.
But after this attitude became apparent, combined with Haruto's lack of initiative, the beautiful girls in the student council maintained a normal relationship with him without taking it further.
After lingering together for a while, Haruto didn't proceed to a third round of cultivation with Sona.
Sona's power had increased too much; what she needed now was to properly digest the remaining life energy and fully stabilize her current realm.
At the same time, though her physique was far stronger than an ordinary girl's, Haruto's… intensity was also far beyond that of a normal person. Having experienced it for the first time, she still needed some time to rest and recover.
…
By the time Haruto left the room, it was already late at night.
When he saw the beautiful figure waiting outside the door, he couldn't help but smile.
"So it's Tsubaki. I was wondering why no one had come knocking for so long."
"You actually expected someone to come…"
Though she wore the standard black-and-white academy uniform, on Tsubaki Shinra's tall and slender figure, it carried a uniquely alluring charm.
Paired with her raven-black hair that nearly reached her calves and her pale, slender legs, even though he had enjoyed them many times before, Haruto still felt his mouth go dry with desire.
Seemingly noticing the lust in his eyes, Tsubaki shot him an exasperated glare. "Haven't you had enough with the president after going at it for so long?"
Haruto showed no embarrassment at having his thoughts seen through, replying candidly, "Though I've had my fill a few times, you know how I am. That doesn't stop me from wanting to do it with you."
"If possible, I'd even wish to finish my necessary duties each day and then just keep going."
Cultivation and pleasure combined, with power increasing at the fastest possible rate—it was practically a dream life.
However, this was difficult to achieve. Even if Haruto had the capability, doing even the most enjoyable thing repeatedly would eventually lead to boredom.
It was like turning a hobby into a job—while it might not become completely detestable, it certainly wouldn't be as captivating as a pure hobby.
"Though I've long known of your lust for beauty and had no intention of commenting on it, I still can't help but marvel at the depth of this obsession every time I witness it."
Tsubaki sighed without much strong reaction.
"More than that, I'm more curious about how your 'comforting' somehow led to the bed."
"Well, about that..."
After glancing back at the still-sleeping Sona, Haruto briefly explained the situation.
"So that's how it is. The president's stubborn personality hasn't changed at all."
Tsubaki, having grown up with Sona, understood her character quite well.
"More importantly, have you figured out how to deal with Lady Serafall?"
"Huh?" Haruto scratched his head. "This was a mutual agreement, and I helped the president resolve her inner conflicts. Would Serafall still cause trouble for me?"
Serafall was a siscon, but it remained within normal bounds—there was no yuri sisterly romance involved.
"Serafall-nee..." Tsubaki didn't respond directly, instead falling into thoughtful silence.
After a long pause, she slowly said, "Well, it seems I was overthinking it. From now on, handle things as you see fit."
With that, she turned and left, completely ignoring Haruto's attempts to persuade her to stay.
Staying was out of the question. If she stayed, there would likely be no peace from tonight until tomorrow.
It wasn't that she was afraid of being discovered by the Sitri family's maids regarding their relationship; she simply wanted to help Haruto preserve what little dignity he had left.
He had just completed his first dual cultivation with Sona—turning around and getting involved with another woman right after, even if Sona didn't mind, would surely draw disapproval from her family.
For example, Serafall...
Watching Tsubaki's retreating figure, Haruto could only shrug helplessly.
He had some idea of what Tsubaki was thinking, but he truly didn't care about Serafall's opinion.
Not only did he not care, but he also had a few thoughts about this cute, charismatic, and busty female Satan who loved role-playing as a magical girl.
Yes, just a few thoughts.
The delicate and adorable Sona was wonderful, but the sexy, fiery, and lively Serafall ultimately appealed more to his preferences.
In his previous life, although Sona had plenty of screen time, her popularity didn't even come close to Serafall's, who was merely a side character—not even half as popular.
This was evident from the volume of fan works dedicated to each of them.