Chapter 74: Cultivation Method
"Mmm… you're not… going again, are you?"
A fresh, thick pulse deep within her made her gasp, the sensation so sudden and intense it stole the air from her lungs. The sheer, stretching fullness was a promise of the pleasure-pain to come.
Feeling his dick hardening once more inside her, Miyuna panted out the question, though her eyes still shimmered with desire.
"We've barely started," Haruto said, shifting positions as he thrust deeper. "If you can take it, I could go all night without a problem."
His new angle was deliberate and devastating, rubbing a spot inside her that made her vision blur. Her back arched off the bed, a silent scream forming on her lips as her inner walls fluttered wildly around his invading length.
Miyuna's slick, tight valley was conquered by the raging dragon. Her lips were kissed over and over, while her perky, jade-like peaks bore the marks of his rough handling.
The wet, slapping sounds of their union filled the room, a lewd rhythm accompanied by her broken moans and his low, satisfied grunts. The musky scent of sex was thick in the air, clinging to their sweat-sheened bodies.
Her soft, supple waist, her plump and milky thighs, her full, round buttocks—every inch of her was violated and claimed.
He took her with a possessive fury, his hands groping and kneading her generous flesh, leaving faint red prints on her pale skin. Each deep, grinding thrust was a claim staked on her very soul.
That night, Miyuna became the perfect tool for Haruto's release, enduring wave after wave of his essence.
The first hot, liquid rush of his cum flooded her depths, so copious it felt like it was branding her from the inside. She could only whimper, her body convulsing around him as he filled her completely, a second, third, and fourth pulsating jet following until a traitorous thought crossed her mind—I'm going to overflow.
The alluring mature beauty was like a small boat tossed helplessly in a storm, her delicate body shuddering violently under Little Haruto's relentless assault.
Miyuna's physique was excellent—after all, she worked at a dojo. Constant exposure and her own passion for it meant her stamina far surpassed that of an average man.
But in this matter, she was still no match for an incubus.
By Haruto's fifth release, she was completely unresponsive, only absently caressing her swollen belly as she murmured in a daze.
Her abdomen was visibly, tenderly distended, a testament to the sheer volume he had pumped into her. A thin, white trickle escaped her well-used entrance each time she clenched, painting a lewd picture on her thigh.
"No more… really can't take any more… so full…"
And yet, it was only just past midnight.
Though Haruto indulged freely in these fleeting encounters with Miyuna, he didn't want to reduce her to a mindless, cock-drunk fool.
Pulling his dick out of her now slightly bloodied valley, he headed to the shower to clean up, bringing the unresponsive beauty along to wash her as well.
The warm water cascaded over them, and he took his time soaping every curve and fold, his fingers tracing the places he had so thoroughly claimed. She leaned against him, boneless and pliant, a soft sigh of exhausted contentment escaping her lips.
Then, holding her warm, fragrant body close, he slept peacefully through the night.
The next morning, Haruto awoke to the gentle, sucking warmth of Miyuna's mouth.
She was under the covers, her skilled tongue and lips working his morning stiffness with a desperate hunger. Her hands cupped and massaged his heavy sac, already begging for another offering.
Her lower entrance hadn't yet recovered, but her cravings got the better of her. After a breakfast of thick, creamy porridge, she presented her firm, rounded buttocks.
"Haruto, this place hasn't been used yet," she whispered, eyes glazed with lust, her breath coming in soft gasps. "I've cleaned it… want to try?"
She bent over the table, pushing her hips back in a shameless display, offering herself completely. The sight of her two perfect, ripe orbs framing that tight, hidden pucker was irresistibly lewd.
Her blushing, virgin rosebud pulsed open and closed, its delicate folds stretching and tightening in turn.
With the infatuated expression and submissive posture of a tall, mature beauty, it had a certain charm.
Haruto was somewhat interested in anal, but giving his first experience to Miyuna...
He reached out, a single finger tracing the furled, nervous little star. It clenched tightly at his touch, and Miyuna let out a sharp, anticipatory gasp, her whole body trembling.
After some thought, he still felt it wasn't worth it.
For his first time going down that path, if he couldn't have a top-tier beauty like Rias, at least it should be someone on Sakura's level.
"Next time. I have to get to class."
Haruto gave the plump buttocks a few squeezes, eliciting another round of coquettish gasps from Miyuna.
His fingers dug into the soft, yielding flesh, leaving faint marks that made her moan with a mixture of disappointment and excitement for the promised "next time."
Under the reluctant gaze of the seductive older woman, he changed into his uniform, quickly got ready, and left the apartment.
Before leaving, unable to resist Miyuna's pleading, Haruto shared a farewell kiss with her.
It was a deep, dominating kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth as his hand slid between her legs one last time, feeling the slick heat that proved how much she still wanted him, even in her sore state.
Watching Haruto's retreating figure, Miyuna's reluctance grew stronger. They had just parted, yet she was already eagerly anticipating their next meeting.
A fresh ache bloomed deep inside her, a hollow emptiness that yearned to be filled again. She could still taste him on her lips, smell him on her skin.
Thinking Haruto might visit the Miyajima Dojo after school, she ignored the burning sensation between her legs, changed clothes, and prepared to return to her post.
Miyuna's physical stamina was indeed excellent. Combined with Haruto's restraint and the nourishing effects of his essence, though movement was slightly uncomfortable, she could still manage front desk duties without issue.
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Friday—Haruto's third day monitoring Aiho Academy.
These past few days, he'd left early after school to pick up the Takamine sisters or visit the Miyajima Dojo with Sakura.
While waiting for them to finish classes, he used methods taught by Akeno to process information from the small black orb.
It wasn't that he'd found nothing—just that everything appeared normal.
The familiars detected no abnormalities around Sakura or the Takamine sisters, nor any male students resembling Tanaka Hajime at the school.
At 3 PM outside Aiho Academy, after hearing the orb's report, Haruto grew increasingly frustrated.
Continuing like this wasn't sustainable—he couldn't maintain surveillance indefinitely.
As the saying goes, you can't stay on guard forever. Moreover, this world was chaotic, and he couldn't be certain Tanaka Hajime would even reappear.
When the dismissal bell rang, Haruto led the Takamine sisters and Sakura away under the envious glares of Aiho's male students.
Tomorrow being Saturday meant no classes. Haruto planned to use the weekend to help enhance their capabilities.
Ideally their mental resilience—not expecting complete resistance to hypnosis, but at least enough to not be completely defenseless.
Given reaction time, even if Haruto couldn't arrive immediately, with their combat skills they might manage an unexpected counterattack.
Since learning about supernatural powers, Sakura's gaze toward Haruto had grown increasingly peculiar. She proactively befriended the Takamine sisters to inquire about Haruto.
With Haruto's approval, the sisters didn't conceal their relationship, even revealing the existence of Reina and others to Sakura.
Rather than distancing herself, Sakura seemed to have reached some realization.
This weekend she requested to visit Haruto's home, hoping he could help her cultivate supernatural abilities.
Haruto had already considered this—their intentions aligned perfectly.
As for how to help Sakura develop these powers, there was exactly one method: dual cultivation.
Through diligent practice, the Takamine sisters and Reina's group had all made significant progress.
However, as their strength increased, the effects gradually began diminishing.
To experience that lightning-fast leveling speed again, Haruto would either need to advance to the next major tier of strength or master intermediate mana extraction techniques to elevate the quality of his internal mana.
Since he couldn't rely entirely on the slim chance of skill acquisition, Haruto took some time to visit the student council and obtained a manual on intermediate mana extraction.
The truth was, his magical aptitude was indeed average—mastering intermediate mana extraction would likely take him about a month.
At the Takamine residence.
The four of them sat around the table, enjoying dinner while chatting about the day's amusing events.
Once they had mostly finished eating, Haruto seized the moment to explain the dual cultivation method to Sakura.
The genius kendo beauty with ample curves shot him a reproachful glance before lowering her head, her face flushed.
Her silence was as good as consent—the last shred of maidenly reserve kept her from saying it outright.
Sakura had already heard about dual cultivation from the Takamine sisters, though she hadn't believed it at first.
But the cases of Reina and the others, as well as Tsubaki and Akeno, left her no choice but to accept it.
Most importantly, Sakura realized she didn't mind the idea of something happening between her and Haruto.
When she first heard about it, her reaction had been disbelief, then curiosity, and finally… a desire to try it herself.
As for refusal?
The thought had never crossed her mind.
Under the suggestive gazes of the Takamine sisters, Haruto quickly finished the remaining rice and tempura in his bowl before leading the blushing Sakura upstairs.
Head bowed, Sakura followed behind him like a newlywed bride, step by step.
Only after entering the bedroom did she finally gather the courage to look up.
"Haruto… what do we do now?"
"Does Miyajima-senpai have no experience?" Haruto teased knowingly. "Someone as popular as you—have you never dated anyone?"
Sakura shook her head. "No… I've been confessed to many times, but I never accepted."
"Why not?"
Haruto was genuinely curious about why the heroines in those doujins always had such strong moral principles—even more so than real-life Japanese high school girls.
After getting into a relationship with their boyfriends, they wouldn't cross the line at all—until they were taken by force through various means by the antagonists, then gradually corrupted.
Sakura looked at Haruto as if he were an idiot. "Because they haven't met someone they truly like yet. What other reason could there be?"
Haruto: (⊙o⊙)…
"Uh... never mind. Pretend I didn't say anything."
The plain and simple reason left Haruto speechless. He had overthought it.
"Senpai, do you want to shower first?" Haruto swiftly steered the conversation into his comfort zone.
Sakura fidgeted slightly. "I... already showered in the clubroom after school."
Since she had decided to experience the adult world tonight, she had naturally done her homework.
Not only had she washed herself thoroughly, but she had also put on the new "winning" lingerie she had bought.
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