"Rest well, Rossweisse-sensei," Ethan whispered with a reassuring smile. "Like I said, I need to head next door to help Kiryuu-san and the others 'recover.'"
Before Rossweisse could protest, a cacophony of suggestive noises drifted through the walls—not just from Aika's room, but from little Kunou's room as well. Realizing that her own loud, abandoned performance had been heard by everyone—including a girl who, by human standards, was still a child—Rossweisse's face flushed so red her head practically steamed. She pulled the covers over her face, unable to say a word.
Ethan tucked her in, stepped out, and let himself into the room where the three "hungry kittens" were waiting. He noticed the door wasn't even locked; they had likely unlatched it the moment they heard him finish with the teacher.
Meanwhile, in her own room, the young fox-girl Kunou finally found some silence. Unless she actively used her fox-fire energy to eavesdrop, the sounds from two doors down wouldn't bother her. Though her heart was racing from what she'd heard, she forced herself to sleep. No matter what excuse he uses tomorrow, she thought, I'm going to cling to him until he agrees to save my mother. If he has this much energy to waste on sex, he can spend some of it on a rescue mission.
Forty minutes later, Ethan had already satisfied the three JK girls once over. Seeing that dawn was still a while off, he pulled a collection of exotic lingerie from his storage space. He hadn't told them about the supernatural world yet—mostly because he found the explanation a chore. He'd leave that to the local handlers back in Kuoh Town once the trip was over.
He watched Aika Kiryuu as she dressed in a white miniskirt, black lace stockings, and a translucent black nightgown. In school, she hid her beauty behind glasses and a plain demeanor, but here, her inner slut was fully on display. She had spent the night crawling before Ethan like a dog, begging for his cock, and she remembered every shameful second of it with vivid, hungry clarity.
Katase and Murayama were no different. The seeds of lust had taken root in their hearts. Murayama, wearing a transparent frilly apron and a white lace G-string, was already soaked through. She watched Ethan rail Aika, her fingers twitching near her own crotch.
Murayama couldn't help it. She knelt on the tatami, her legs spread wide as she slid a finger between her folds. Just the slightest touch sent an electric shock through her. She was terrified of Katase seeing her, but the sight of Ethan's massive rod disappearing into Aika's pussy was too much.
"Murayama? What are you doing?" Katase's voice made her jump. Murayama tried to pull her skirt down, but she was a second too late. Katase saw the soaked lace pulled to the side and the glistening pink flesh beneath.
"Nothing! I..." Murayama stammered, her face exploding in red.
Katase didn't judge her. They had already shared Ethan in the springs; shame was a thing of the past. "Don't be shy," Katase teased, "Aika is almost finished. I was going to ask who wanted to go next, but I think the answer is obvious. You're much hornier than I am, Murayama~"
"I... I'm not..." Murayama's protest died as she looked back at the bed.
Aika was currently on all fours, wearing a steel collar Ethan had pulled from his bag. A "dog tail" plug was wedged into her ass, swaying as Ethan gripped the leash in one hand and her thigh in the other, pinning it over his shoulder. He was jackhammering into her from behind, each thrust creating a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the quiet room.
"Ahhh! Ethan! Faster! Fuck me like a bitch!" Aika screamed, her heavy breasts swinging wildly with the rhythm.
Ethan looked over, catching Murayama's lustful gaze. "It looks like Murayama-san can't wait anymore."
"I... I'm in no hurry..." Murayama whispered, her legs trembling.
"No hurry? Then I'll slow down. I am getting a bit tired," Ethan lied, slowing his pace to a crawl.
"No!" Murayama blurted out. She didn't want him to stop. She didn't know he was a superhuman with infinite stamina; she genuinely worried he'd run out of steam before her turn.
Aika leaned over, whispering into Murayama's ear while Ethan continued to pump slowly. "Just admit it... you want him to fill you up just like he did in the hot springs." Aika's hand reached out, pinching Murayama's erect nipple through the apron. "If you admit it, I'll do all the work to save his energy for you~"
Murayama's resolve crumbled. She leaned in and captured Aika's tongue in a deep, desperate kiss. While the two girls made out, Ethan decided to change the pace. He pulled out of Aika—having already filled her with three rounds of seed—and turned her around.
He sat back and let Aika take his cock into her mouth. Murayama, seeing the white cream leaking from Aika's pussy, couldn't resist. She knelt between Aika's legs and began to lick up the remnants of Ethan's fluid.
"Mmmph... slurp..." Murayama's tongue was relentless, cleaning every fold of Aika's flower.
Ethan watched the two girls service each other and him simultaneously. He loved the "Lesbian" display; it made the prospect of a future orgy even more certain. He eventually pulled his cock from Aika's mouth, a bridge of saliva connecting his glans to her lips.
He stood up and approached Murayama. He stripped her of her G-string and lifted her onto the bed. "Your turn, Murayama."
He didn't waste time with foreplay. He drove his iron-hard shaft into her slick, waiting canal. Murayama let out a choked scream, her head tossing back.
"Oh god! Ethan! It's so big! It's hitting... it's hitting the very end!"
"Do you want me to fuck you as hard as I fucked Aika?" Ethan growled.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me to death! Fill me up!" Murayama lost all reason. She screamed every dirty thought in her head as Ethan slammed into her, his balls thudding against her labia.
After fifteen minutes of primal pounding, Ethan reached another climax. He shoved his cock deep against her cervix and erupted. Murayama's body went rigid, a fountain of clear nectar spraying from her clitoris and drenching the bed as she experienced a soul-shattering orgasm.
As the white fluid overflowed from Murayama, Ethan pulled out and turned his attention to the last girl, Katase. She was already naked, her hand moving frantically between her legs.
"Ethan... please... my turn..." Katase begged, her shyness completely gone.
Ethan smiled, pulling the pink-haired girl to the center of the bed. Between her two exhausted friends, Katase welcomed the hot, throbbing rod back into her body, and the symphony of pleasure began all over again as the first light of dawn touched the horizon.