Chapter 73: Miyuna's Night
Since they were going out to eat, of course, she couldn't wear her uniform.
Haruto first went to the mall and bought a set of black, lightweight sportswear.
He did have other casual clothes at home, but his predecessor's style was that of a weak, suffering protagonist—he didn't even want to glance at those clothes, let alone wear them.
He checked himself in the mirror. It looked good.
The delicate, scholarly aura was mostly gone, replaced by something more roguishly charming...
Clichéd, perhaps, but fitting.
A person's aura is partly shaped by their looks, partly by their mindset, and partly by their attire.
As for looks, Haruto was actually quite satisfied and had no intention of changing them.
Aside from his handsome face, it bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to how he looked in his teens in his previous life.
His mindset had gradually shifted as his strength grew.
His recent actions had become increasingly bold.
Better to be a scoundrel than a victim—this was Haruto's new philosophy after discovering the additional effects of his dual cultivation ability.
Rather than being turned into a public plaything by some punk, he'd rather take charge himself. At least that way, he'd retain some basic dignity in front of others.
Politely declining the salesgirl's request to exchange contacts, Haruto carried the bag with his uniform and found a Western restaurant in the mall.
After securing a table, he sent Miyuna a LINE message and sat idly, zoning out.
During that time, several women approached him for his contact info, all of whom he turned down.
He had no time or energy to waste on them—not only because there was no benefit but also because his standards had been raised by the many heroines around him.
The boredom didn't last long. Miyuna got off work, changed into her own clothes, and took a taxi straight to the restaurant.
Once inside, they didn't waste time with small talk. Everything had already been laid out—now it was just about filling their stomachs before heading to a love hotel.
Dinner was nothing special. A mall restaurant couldn't be expected to serve anything extraordinary.
But it wasn't terrible either.
After paying the bill, Miyuna looped her arm through Haruto's, and they left the mall under the envious gazes of several women.
"Where to next?"
Haruto wrapped an arm around Miyuna's slender waist. "I'm not a big fan of hotels. Can we go to your apartment instead?"
This was one of Haruto's quirks. Given the choice, he usually avoided hotels.
It wasn't about fear of being recorded—anyone he took to a hotel would only be a fleeting fling anyway.
Miyuna thought for a moment, then nodded. "I live alone, though some parts might be a bit cramped."
"All I need is a bed," Haruto teased.
Miyuna shot him an annoyed glare—couldn't he let her indulge in the fantasy a little longer? No man had ever visited her place before.
...
Surprisingly, Miyuna's apartment wasn't bad, barely qualifying as a high-end residence.
It was unclear whether she rented or owned it.
Haruto had no interest in prying. He just wanted to wrap things up quickly so he could go home and sleep.
Come to think of it, this might be the first time Haruto had slept with a woman he'd just met.
Even with Touko—aside from them being classmates—he'd fantasized about her plenty of times before.
"Want to shower together?"
Once inside the apartment, Miyuna seemed to relax, directly inviting Haruto to join her.
She'd rinsed off briefly after work, but since they were about to get intimate, a proper wash was in order.
Haruto was no stranger to bathroom play—he'd done it many times before.
Casually stripping off his clothes and tossing them onto the sofa, he carried Miyuna, who was already undressed, toward the bathroom.
Turning on the shower, they let the warm water run for a while.
As they lathered each other with soap, the mood naturally intensified.
Haruto held Miyuna's slick body, skillfully drawing her tongue from her mouth while his hands explored the curves of her back and hips.
The steam from the shower curled around them, a humid veil that clung to their heated skin as their breaths became one.
Their tongues entwined tightly, the muffled moans and wet sounds of their kisses growing increasingly urgent.
A low groan rumbled in Haruto's chest, a primal sound of hunger that vibrated against her. Her answering whimper was swallowed by his mouth, a desperate little noise that only fueled his need.
Miyuna wrapped her arms around Haruto's head, rubbing her cheek against his ear to catch her breath.
"Haruto..." she breathed, her voice a ragged thread of sound. The scent of him, mixed with the clean soap, was an intoxicating drug.
Haruto kept his eyes closed as he licked her snow-white throat, his right hand slipping down to explore the cleft between her firm, plump buttocks, which quivered in the air.
His fingers traced a path of fire down her spine, making her arch against him. When his palm cupped the full, heavy curve of her ass, she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
After nearly three minutes of kissing, Haruto still hadn't heard the pleasant chime he'd hoped for. Though he'd expected it, disappointment crept in nonetheless.
The thought was a fleeting chill, quickly burned away by the heat of the body pressed against his. The System's rewards could wait; the woman in his arms could not.
"Here or the bedroom?"
His voice was rough with desire, a gritty command that sent a fresh shiver through her. He pressed his hips forward, letting her feel the hard, insistent length of him.
His patience for foreplay had worn thin, and little Haruto was already fully prepared.
He was painfully hard, straining against her, a testament to the effect she had on him. Every beat of his heart seemed to pulse through that single, eager part of him.
Miyuna clung to his back, her beautiful eyes dazed. His skilled touch had already carried her away, leaving her lost in pleasure.
The world had narrowed to his hands, his mouth, the hard planes of his body. Rational thought was a distant memory, drowned out by the roaring need in her blood.
"An... anywhere..."
It was less a word and more a sigh of surrender, a granting of total permission. She was his to take, here and now.
Haruto grabbed a towel, drying them both before scooping her up and carrying her to the bedroom.
His strength was effortless, making her feel both delicate and coveted. She buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent as he moved.
Places like the bathroom or balcony were just for thrill-seeking.
After trying them, they still agreed that the soft, spacious bed was the most comfortable—and least exhausting.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
The sound was lewd and rhythmic, a wet, slapping music that underscored their joining. It was the sound of his flesh meeting hers, of his hips driving into her with a force that shook the very bed.
In the bedroom, Miyuna's snow-white legs wrapped eagerly around Haruto's waist as her crimson valley endured the assault of his fierce weapon, soon overflowing with creamy nectar.
"More," she begged, her head thrashing on the pillow. "Please, Haruto, don't stop." Her inner walls fluttered around him, a silken, greedy clutch that threatened to undo him too soon.
The blazing little Haruto plunged deep, then shallow, into the tight, scorching passage of the older woman, its swollen head hammering against the depths of her flower palace, stretching and smoothing the intricate folds within.
Each deep thrust punched a broken moan from her lips. Each withdrawal left her feeling empty, desperate for him to fill her again. The friction was exquisite, a building inferno in her belly.
Miyuna could only gasp as waves of pleasure wracked her lower body, sending thick, glistening fluids trickling out.
Her juices soaked the sheets beneath them, the slick evidence of her arousal making every plunge smoother, louder, more decadent.
"Ahhh! So deep!! It feels so good~!"
Her cries were unfiltered, raw with pleasure. She was past shame, past anything but the overwhelming sensations he was stoking within her.
She began meeting his thrusts, her voluptuous, silky body surrendering completely to his control. Each time little Haruto slammed into her flower palace, his hips crashing against her firm, upturned rear, she let out intoxicating moans.
The room filled with the symphony of their union: their ragged breaths, the wet, rhythmic impacts, and her continuous, keening wails of ecstasy.
After another ten minutes, Miyuna shuddered violently, her long, shapely legs stiffening.
She could feel it coiling tight, a spring of pure pleasure winding to its breaking point deep inside her womb. Her vision spotted, her ears ringing.
"Ah~! I'm—I'm coming~!"
Her scream was torn from her soul as the climax seized her, wracking her body with violent, uncontrollable tremors. Her channel convulsed around his shaft, milking him desperately.
Feeling her slick passage clenching around him, Haruto sped up his assault.
"Come for me, Miyuna," he growled, his own control fraying. Her tight, quivering flesh was too much, too good. "Take it all."
Might as well finish once as a warm-up.
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, and let go.
As his scorching essence flooded into her, Miyuna's lips parted slightly, her alluring body trembling uncontrollably as she peaked once more.
A second, surprise orgasm ripped through her, triggered by the hot, pulsing jets of his cum filling her depths. She felt so full, so utterly claimed.
"You... came inside?" Regaining her senses, Miyuna blushed furiously, worry creeping into her voice. "I'm in my dangerous days today... What if—?"
The feeling of his seed, warm and thick, leaking out of her and onto her thighs, was a stark, shocking reminder of reality.
She wouldn't mind raising a child for Haruto—if anything, it might bring them closer.
The thought was a fleeting, romantic fantasy, a wisp of smoke in the aftermath of their passion.
But she didn't want to, nor was she ready to be a mother.
Reality, cold and practical, quickly doused that fantasy. Their relationship was built on this intense, physical connection, not on the foundations of a family.
Haruto shifted her into a new position and said, "Relax. If you get pregnant, I'll cover the child support."
Miyuna obediently lifted one long leg, rolling her eyes at his words.
Typical Haruto. All action, no pretty words. Yet, the sheer, raw masculinity of him, looming over her ready to take her again, made her heart flutter despite herself.
When he said relax, she'd half-expected him to promise marriage if she conceived. But no—this was his idea of reassurance.
"Use a condom... ngh—!"
The protest was weak, half-hearted, and died in her throat as he entered her again, stretching her sensitive, cum-filled passage, the sensation unbearably intimate.
She tried to tell him to put on protection, but before she could finish, another overwhelming wave of pleasure cut her off.
Words were impossible. All she could do was feel.
Haruto hoisted her leg over his shoulder and drove his raging little Haruto deep inside, drawing simultaneous groans of pleasure from them both.
This angle was deeper, more invasive. The head of his cock rubbed directly against a spot deep inside her that made her see stars.
Miyuna's eyes flew wide, her mouth hanging open soundlessly as her pussy clenched and squeezed, as if determined to milk out every last drop of him.
Her body was betraying her, welcoming his invasion, clenching around him like a velvet fist, trying to draw him deeper, to keep him inside her forever.
Though her words said no, her body was surprisingly honest.
She was so wet for him, her own arousal mixing with his seed, creating a slick, obscene mess that coated his thrusting length.
Feeling his relentless thrusts, she gave up on persuasion. After all, he had already spilled inside her once—such a massive load meant she was probably already knocked up.
A fatalistic acceptance washed over her. The damage was done. She might as well drown in the pleasure he was so masterfully giving.
Might as well enjoy the friction of flesh against flesh a little longer and take the pill afterward.
The thought of the morning-after pill was a small, practical anchor in the sea of her delirium. For now, she would simply feel.
Haruto was actually just joking. Ordinary people had no chance of conceiving his child. Without magical barriers or conscious preservation, his essence would simply transform into energy to nourish her body.
A smirk played on his lips as he watched her succumb. Let her worry. Let her feel the primal fear and thrill of being filled. It only made her tighter, her reactions more pure.
The excess energy would linger in her womb, continuing its effects, while the rest dissipated as it leaked out.
Unbeknownst to her, each time he came inside her, he was not risking a child, but gifting her vitality, enhancing her beauty and health with every potent release.
While his dick launched his fierce assault, Haruto's hands weren't idle either. Those towering, plump snow-white peaks became his playthings, kneaded at his leisure.
His hands were possessive, groping and squeezing her full breasts, molding them to his palms. The sight of his tanned, strong hands against her pale, yielding flesh was wildly erotic.
From time to time, he pinched the hardened red beans at their tips, teasing the delicate beauty beneath him.
Sharp, bright bolts of pleasure-pain shot from her nipples straight to her core, making her cry out and clench around him even tighter.
Miyuna's eyes rolled back prettily from the relentless pounding, her tongue lolling out. Haruto leaned down, sucking and licking at her fragrant tongue.
He stole her breath, her moans, her very essence. She was completely open to him, body and soul, a vessel for his pleasure and her own.
Holding this position, Haruto came once more. The mature beauty's sweat-drenched body trembled again and again—she had long lost count of how many times she'd soared to the heavens.
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