Haruto took advantage of the moment, carrying Touko and laying her down on the floor in the center of the living room. His hands slid from her hips to the backs of her knees before forcefully lifting and pressing her long, snow-white legs upward.
The air was thick with the heat of their bodies, the only sound their ragged breathing and the soft rustle of clothing being discarded. He held her gaze, a primal possessiveness in his eyes that made her heart hammer against her ribs. Every nerve in her body was alight, hyper-aware of the cool floor beneath her back and the scorching heat of his hands on her sensitive skin.
The tall and slender Touko was nearly folded in half, her lower body arched prominently upward.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as the new position exposed her completely to his hungry gaze. The stretch was intense, a sweet burn in her muscles that spoke of her utter vulnerability. She felt the cool air of the room kiss the most intimate parts of her, a stark contrast to the feverish warmth pooling deep within her belly. Her fingers scrabbled weakly against the smooth floorboards, seeking an anchor in the rising tide of sensation.
"Nngh… This position… It's too intense… I'm dying… I'm going again—ahh!"
"Oh god, right there… don't stop… I can feel you so deep!"
Her head lolled weakly against the floor as Haruto pinned her down completely, her swollen, slick entrance tightly sheathing his length.
He drove into her with a single, powerful thrust that stole the breath from her lungs. Each movement was a deliberate, deep stroke, designed to reach the very core of her being. The wet, rhythmic sound of their joining filled the quiet room, a lewd soundtrack to their passion. Her back arched off the floor, a silent plea for more, even as her body trembled on the edge of overwhelm.
From this angle, the point of their union was clearly visible—tender, enticing flesh glistening as it rubbed together, frothing with a murky white lather.
He slowed his pace, drawing out each movement so she could feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her completely. Her own arousal coated them both, a slick testament to her pleasure. The sight was obscenely intimate, the dark, hard length of him disappearing again and again into her soft, pink flesh, which clung to him desperately with each withdrawal.
All night long, Haruto indulged in Touko's alluring body, climaxing a full nine times.
The first time he spilled inside her, against the living room floor, her cries were loud and unrestrained. The second time, pressed against the steamed-up glass of the shower, the heat of the water mingling with the heat of their bodies, was a frantic, slippery coupling. The third time, on the balcony under the cold, distant stars, he took her from behind, her moans muffled against her own arm as the city lights blurred before her tear-filled eyes.
The entire apartment bore traces of their passionate encounter.
A discarded shirt lay by the entrance, a trail of their mixed scents leading to the couch where a cushion had been knocked to the floor. A water glass stood half-empty on the kitchen counter, forgotten in their haste. The air itself was heavy, saturated with the musky perfume of sex and sweat.
From the bathroom to the living room, then to the sofa, the balcony, the kitchen, and finally the bedroom, they ravaged each other until dawn.
In the kitchen, he had lifted her onto the cold granite counter, her legs wrapping around his waist as he feasted on her breasts before plunging into her once more. The metallic clatter of a pot knocked from the stove was drowned out by her sharp cry of release.
By the sixth round, Touko was already limp and powerless on the bed, yet Haruto still maneuvered her into various positions, sending her to the heights of pleasure again and again.
He turned her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up to meet his relentless rhythm. Even in her exhaustion, her body responded instinctively, clenching around him each time he buried himself to the hilt. She was boneless, pliant, existing only as a vessel for the overwhelming sensations he wrung from her.
By the ninth time Haruto poured his essence into her, Touko was barely conscious, only aware of the overwhelming pleasure flooding her body once more.
"I'm… I'm filling you up again, Touko. Every last drop is for you."
A deep, guttural groan ripped from his throat as his climax surged, hot and claiming, deep within her womb. She felt the pulsing throb of his release, a flood of warmth that seemed to brand her from the inside out. Her own climax was a weak, shuddering echo, a final surrender that left her completely spent.
Was it the twentieth time? Or the twenty-first?
Her mind, foggy with pleasure and fatigue, had long since lost count. Time had lost all meaning, stretched and compressed into a series of primal moments: the weight of his body, the scratch of his stubble, the taste of his skin, the feeling of being utterly possessed.
A whole night of ecstasy ensured Touko would never forget this draining experience.
As the first grey light of dawn filtered through the blinds, she lay curled against him, every muscle aching, every inch of her skin feeling sensitized and alive. The memory of his touch was etched into her very bones.
She now understood just how blissful it was to be with Haruto.
...
Panting heavily, Haruto parted Touko's beautiful legs, slick with white fluid, as his thoroughly numb member slowly withdrew from her swollen entrance.
"Mmm…"
The succubus whimpered faintly in her sleep, her delicate brows furrowing in discomfort.
Even with a succubus's constitution, being pounded relentlessly all night had taken its toll.
Of course, her strength played a role too.
If it were the Succubus Queen, not just one night—she could go at it for a year without issue.
Haruto made his way to the bathroom, filling the tub with hot water before sinking in comfortably.
He had long wanted to go this wild, but he'd always held back with other women, fearing he might break them if he went too far…
But with Touko, a succubus, he had no such reservations—and the rewards exceeded his expectations.
Touko was roughly at the peak of C-rank.
Her physical strength was average, with most of her power concentrated in magic and mental prowess.
From her, Haruto had acquired a [Charm] talent, along with a massive surge in magic power, nearly reaching saturation.
To increase his magic reserves further, he'd need to learn intermediate magic extraction.
Unfortunately, despite multiple attempts, Haruto hadn't managed to acquire any of the skills Touko possessed.
That move she'd used to knock out the tall young man with just a glare—Haruto coveted it deeply.
A killing gaze…
Never mind how strong it was—against small fry, it'd be both stylish and convenient.
Beyond that, Haruto had confirmed several things he'd previously been uncertain about.
First, talent and bloodline inheritance only counted broad categories, not specifics.
Since succubi fell under the devil category, and Haruto already possessed an intermediate devil bloodline, Touko hadn't triggered any new bloodline prompts.
Second, a succubus's draining ability had no effect on him—his Talent Extraction Ability allowed him to reclaim the stolen vitality.
Alternatively, it might just be that Touko wasn't strong enough—she couldn't drain him faster than his ability replenished him.
Third, the Talent Extraction Ability prioritized maintaining his bodily functions before enhancing other aspects.
Thus, he wouldn't die from exhaustion—though prolonged activity would inevitably lead to soreness and numbness.
After all, his little Haruto was still made of flesh…
By the same logic, if Haruto's strength were sufficient—if his body rivaled steel—then little Haruto could keep fighting for a year, or even longer.
Fourth, talents were guaranteed acquisitions, while skills were probabilistic.
Thinking it over, Haruto found this reasonable.
For a person to possess even one talent was already a mark of genius—two or three were exceedingly rare.
Whether it was Tsubaki's intermediate demon bloodline or Touko's [Charm], both were essentially racial talents.
This trait exists among all members of this race and isn't particularly rare.
Skills, however, are different.
Powerful individuals possess at least a dozen skills, with some mastering hundreds or even thousands.
From another perspective, if one could consistently acquire skills, it would be far more terrifying than obtaining talents.
To put it simply, talents are prerequisites for skills.
Some skills cannot be mastered without the corresponding talent.
Talents represent potential, but they require time to be converted into actual strength.
Skills, on the other hand, provide an immediate boost to combat power.
If one could reliably acquire skills, obtaining talents would be redundant.
The above were Haruto's conclusions about his own abilities. There was one final experiment, but he hadn't yet reached a definitive answer.
Would a woman who wasn't a virgin and had a naturally promiscuous nature, after being marked by him, also lose interest in other men and gradually become his exclusive possession, unable to function without him?
The answer would depend on how Touko behaved from now on.
After finishing his shower, Haruto dressed and left Touko's apartment.
He first returned home to check on the Takamine sisters and Reina, among others, and took the opportunity to change out of the bloodstained pants from yesterday.
In just a day, the girls had already grown quite close. The moment Haruto stepped inside, six pairs of beautiful eyes in varying hues turned toward him.
Ignoring their resentful gazes, he asked the Takamine sisters about their progress in extracting mana.
There was both good and bad news.
The good news was that both sisters could extract mana.
The bad news was that their talents were mediocre, falling short of Kuoh Academy's minimum admission threshold.
As long as they could cultivate, though, whether they could enter Kuoh Academy was secondary.
Once they successfully extracted mana, a few more sessions of dual cultivation with Haruto would steadily increase their strength.
Over time, the Takamine sisters might even advance to high-tier sorceresses.
After breakfast, Haruto was escorted to school by Reina and the other three.
The Takamine sisters wanted to join them, but their school was in the opposite direction, leaving them to watch enviously as Yukina and the others left with Haruto.
Along the way, Haruto's arms were trapped between four pairs of plump, soft "bunnies."
Only after entering the school gates did Yukina and Reina finally let go.
Ruri and Yuki, who had been a step too slow earlier, now tried to take their place, but Haruto managed to shake them off with some difficulty.
First, he didn't want to draw too much attention at school, even if there weren't many people around this early.
Second, he had something to do—something that wasn't convenient to bring them along for.
Haruto first stopped by the neighboring classroom to request leave for Touko, who was likely still unconscious.
Then he visited both the Occult Research Club and the student council.
Rias and Sona were still absent, with only Akeno and Tsubaki busy in their respective domains.
Haruto made a brief appearance to assert his presence before skipping class and leaving the school.
After a whole night with Touko, his mana had just replenished. Until he learned or drew an intermediate mana extraction method, his focus would remain solely on acquiring talents.
With Rias still away, this was the perfect time for Haruto to execute his plan to "conquer" young girls.
Or perhaps it could be called a "rescue" plan.
Though heroines from hentai stories were easy to tame, they were fundamentally pure at the start.
They were like blank sheets of paper—Haruto's task now was to crush all the would-be villains and homewreckers before they could corrupt them.
Before they could be stained black, he would paint them in his own colors.
This way, the girls wouldn't fall into corruption, Haruto would get his revenge on the blond guy, and with some luck, he might even gain new talents.
A perfect three-for-one deal—a world where only the blond guy and the cuckold suffer was complete.
Most importantly, given Haruto's current strength, this plan was practically risk-free.
At the very least, it was much safer than trying to steal a Sacred Gear, and the success rate was far higher.
Haruto's first rescue target was Sakura Miyajima, who had suddenly transferred schools.
Sakura's transfer was shrouded in strangeness—it was very likely the result of worldline convergence.
That bespectacled, overweight hypnotist couldn't possibly appear at Kuoh Academy. If he dared to use hypnosis there, he'd be dragged away for investigation by the student council in the next second.
If this truly was worldline convergence, Haruto wouldn't mind rescuing other hentai heroines who were very likely to appear at Sakura's new school while he was at it.
And their mothers too...
Following the information he'd gotten from Yumi Sato, Haruto arrived at a kendo dojo in the city center.
He pushed open the door and stepped inside, where a beautiful young woman in a kendo uniform immediately approached him.
"Welcome! How may I assist you today?"
"Excuse me, is Shihan Miyajima here?"
Haruto flashed a warm smile and spoke softly, "I'm a junior of Sakura Miyajima's. There's something I'd like to ask Shihan Miyajima about."
----------
For advance chapters join my Patreon.
[email protected]/Aarvan