Chapter 135: Debauchery (Part 1)
Releasing the dazed Sayuri, Haruto promptly accepted Ayame's challenge.
The air in the room, already thick with the scent of Sayuri's submission, now crackled with a new, competitive energy. Ayame's challenge was a spark thrown onto tinder, and Haruto's acceptance was the gust of wind that promised a conflagration.
Having tried sister bowls many times before, he was well-practiced. He effortlessly lifted the pink-haired, large-breasted beauty and kissed her delicate, fragrant lips.
Being watched by her mother, Ayame felt as if she had returned to her first time with Haruto.
Two shy blushes spread across her cheeks, her eyes shimmering with seductive waves as a peculiar sensation welled up from deep within, carrying a hint of anticipation.
This anticipation was the hope that Haruto would continue and deepen his actions.
And Haruto, ever the attentive master, was more than willing to stoke that hope into a desperate, burning need. His hands, which had been holding her aloft, began to roam, one palm cupping the full, heavy weight of her breast through her clothes, his thumb finding and circling a hardening peak.
Simultaneously assaulted in two of her most sensitive areas, Ayame's body gradually grew feverish, an indescribable mix of pain and itch spreading throughout her lower body. The pleasurable sensations made her moan involuntarily.
A soft, breathy sigh escaped her, a sound that was both surrender and invitation. Her head fell back, offering the pale column of her throat to him, her entire body arching subtly into his touch, begging for more pressure, more friction, more of him.
Haruto's right hand had already slipped into Ayame's pants, his middle finger slowly parting her tightly closed labia and inserting into her virgin pussy hidden beneath her pubic hair.
The moment he entered, the pink-haired beauty's mischievous demeanor completely crumbled. She tossed her head fiercely, involuntary moans escaping her cherry lips: "Ah... Haruto?..."
Ayame furrowed her brows, her toes curling upward as she trembled slightly.
The single digit felt impossibly large, a stretching, filling presence that sent shockwaves through her core. Her inner muscles, caught by surprise, fluttered wildly around the intrusion, trying to adjust to this new, delicious fullness.
Seeing Ayame so pleasured, Haruto grew even more excited. His fingers teasing her cunt did not pause, directly plunging into her tight pussy. He found it not only narrow but also exerting a powerful suction force.
His deeply inserted finger was tightly enveloped by by warm, slick, tender flesh—even attempting to withdraw from Ayame's desperately clinging cunt would be difficult now.
Just inserting the first knuckle of his middle finger brought an indescribable, oppressive comfort.
An unbearable restlessness surged within Ayame. Deep inside her pussy, her juices began slowly seeping out as a distinct sensation of fullness spread clearly from her entire body to her brain.
Waves of pleasure surged through her as Haruto's fingers became completely entwined with her.
His fingers inserted into her cunt rotated like stirring rods, sending the pink-haired, buxom beauty as if floating beyond the highest clouds.
Her moistened pussy lips involuntarily contracted, clamping down on the intrusive invader, and Ayame couldn't help but let out another wanton, delicate moan.
"Ah..."
Hearing Ayame's seductive tone, Haruto's face lit up with excitement, and he further massaged the girl's tender valley and chrysanthemum bud with his hands.
Then he carefully rubbed Ayame's clitoris and petals, his fingers diligently lingering and wandering within her tight, wet pussy.
Ayame's continuous moans and delicate pants grew increasingly frantic and unconscious.
They were no longer quiet sighs but full-throated cries, each one punctuating the slick, rhythmic sounds of his hand working between her legs. Her hips began to move of their own accord, meeting the thrust of his fingers, seeking a deeper, more satisfying rhythm.
The sensitive walls of the girl's valley were subjected to Haruto's incessant thrusting and digging with his fingers. With each intense probe, Ayame could feel her body convulse.
Not only that, under Kasumi's gaze, she released her first wave of honeyed fluid, which trickled down her inner thighs and groin onto her pants.
The lewd, squelching sounds rhythmically accompanied Haruto's movements, echoing through the bedroom again and again.
Finally, Ayame's lower body began to unconsciously writhe and arch, as if a girl who had just tasted meat had become utterly obsessed with this sensation.
"Dear sister, is your body reacting?"
A strange excitement suddenly welled up in Haruto's heart, and he couldn't resist teasing Ayame. As he spoke, he carried Ayame toward Kasumi.
He had long noticed that whenever Ayame instinctively glanced at her mother, her valley would contract sharply.
Haruto continued to tease her with his hands until Ayame's consciousness grew somewhat hazy. Her delicate, pale pink pussy lips, originally tightly closed, finally parted and turned outward.
Her swollen pussy lips emitted an alluring glow, and the flowing honey had already moistened her entire thigh root, presenting an indescribably lewd sight.
Ayame, driven to delirium by Haruto, could no longer hold back and cried out, "Haruto... Master? ... Sister can't take it anymore... Take off my clothes..."
Haruto didn't continue tormenting the pink-haired, buxom beauty, as he too was nearing his limit.
Playing with the alluring body of her daughter in front of the naked widow was a completely new experience for Haruto.
As the stimulation from his fingers suddenly ceased, the swelling pleasure was interrupted, and a swirling, unfulfilled emotion arose within her. Ayame's consciousness gradually returned.
The sudden emptiness was a physical ache, a throbbing void that demanded to be filled. She whimpered, her body trembling with the abrupt loss of contact, her hips making a small, aborted thrust into the empty air.
Opening her eyes, she saw the familiar dragon before her—steaming with heat, glaring fiercely, its bulging veins throbbing incessantly.
Though it was a familiar sight, under her mother's gaze, the pink-haired beauty Ayame felt intensely ashamed. She quickly closed her eyes and turned her head away, not daring to look again.
But her body continued to crave, her empty, tingling valley flowing incessantly, and her tender pink lips quivering restlessly.
After a while, Ayame could no longer suppress the desire burning deep in her soul. Blushing, she murmured, "Master Haruto... Please come in quickly... Into sister's... inside."
Haruto gently turned his head and lightly brushed his lips against the girl's small mouth.
Ayame's breathing rhythm was completely disrupted by his kisses, her breaths growing increasingly rapid. The fullness of her chest gradually firmed under his kneading touch.
Especially that sensitive bud, swelling bit by bit, while the friction of her underwear against it sent waves of tingling electric currents through her.
"Mmmph...?"
The pink-haired, buxom beauty began emitting low, muffled moans from her nasal passages as Haruto effortlessly pried open her teeth with his tongue, invading her delicate mouth.
Just as Ayame was savoring the tender intimacy of their lip-locked embrace, she suddenly felt herself being lifted into the air.
Haruto wrapped one arm around Ayame's underarm while scooping up the bend of her knees with the other, his lips still capturing her sweet, delicate tongue, continuously sucking on it.
Moments later, Haruto released her mouth, bending down to seize both tender feet and hoist them onto his shoulders. This position allowed Ayame to clearly see everything below her waist.
The lewd display of her own glistening, swollen sex, presented so openly, made a fresh wave of heat flood her cheeks. She was completely exposed, not just to Haruto, but to her own gaze, a sight that was profoundly shocking and arousing.
With her pants removed, Ayame's legs were still clad in black stockings, her perfect figure displayed before Haruto. Her towering breasts defied gravity, standing pert and upright.
Haruto's hand stroked Ayame's straight, long legs through the black stockings, kneading the skin of her thighs while pressing his cheek against her calf. The supple flesh of the young girl's calf tickled under his rubbing.
Then he captured Ayame's ankles, using his tongue to slowly lick downward along her calf through the stockings.
The warm tongue left moist trails that turned cool as it slid along, reaching her ankle, heel, until finally the soft, tender sole was also conquered by his tongue. His entire tongue pressed against it, while his teeth gently nibbled.
"Ah...!"
The low moan in Ayame's throat transformed for the first time into a high-pitched cry, a tingling electric current instantly shooting through the young girl's body.
A surge of heat rushed straight from below to the crown of her head, warm honey beginning to seep through the inner walls of Ayame's lower body, trickling and sliding within.
"Stop... Haruto... no... Master..."
Ayame struggled with all her might, but her ankle remained trapped in Haruto's grasp. "Not there, please," she begged.
The usually lively beauty pleaded in a pitiful voice, her appearance unbearably endearing.
Perhaps moved by Ayame's plaintive expression, Haruto asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Ayame-nee? Does it hurt?"
"That spot... it's too ticklish."
Ayame shyly squirmed as she murmured, "And... Mother is watching..."
"Don't worry, Kasumi will be joining you soon."
Haruto flashed a bright smile, bringing Ayame's toes to his face. He lightly touched her foot with his tongue, sniffed gently, then chuckled. "Seems you washed thoroughly last night."
"Of course... What else could I do when my master is such a foot fetishist..."
Ayame vigorously twisted her ankle, even her soles and toes curling in embarrassment. After discovering Haruto's preference, all the girls had started paying special attention to foot care.
She was no exception - when Haruto called her to his room, she had specifically changed into newly purchased ultra-thin black stockings.
Before she could react further, Haruto opened his mouth and caught her five curled toes, slowly spreading them apart with his teeth while running his tongue back and forth across the pads of her toes.
The intimate, degrading, and yet incredibly sensual act sent another jolt straight to her core. Her back arched off the bed, a silent scream on her lips as another trickle of her arousal escaped her.
"Good... As a reward... I'll make you feel incredible later."
"Mmm... You... you always bully your older sister... Mmm?..."
The tingling sensation in her feet and the shame made Ayame's body heat up. Uncontrollable, melodious moans escaped her lips as her silky thighs trembled incessantly, the arch of her right foot flexing and relaxing repeatedly.
Her left foot remained captive in Haruto's hands, the sole shyly curling up and forming adorable wrinkles. But this ostrich-like approach couldn't prevent Haruto's licking.