Chapter 138: Debauchery (End)
Soon, Haruto also reached his limit. Having been drained by both Ayame and Kasumi, mother and daughter, he was pushed to the brink of release, both mentally and physically.
A low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest, a primal sound of a conqueror about to claim his prize. The air itself seemed to thicken with the promise of his impending eruption.
His thick, pulsating cockhead pressed firmly against the deepest part of her convulsing cunt, and with a powerful, unrelenting surge, a torrent of scorching, white cum flooded her waiting womb.
Wave after wave, until her slightly bulging lower abdomen swelled into a rounded shape, did it gradually subside.
Kasumi's arched, delicate body went limp, and her tightly wrapped arms around Haruto slackened and fell. Ayame, who had been silently assisting from behind, gently lifted her off Haruto's body.
Kasumi lay with her eyes closed, slowly calming her breathing. Her hand gently stroked her swollen abdomen as her body wriggled faintly.
A dreamy, utterly satisfied smile played on her lips. She could feel the profound weight of his gift deep inside her, a tangible proof of their union that sent aftershocks of pleasure through her spent nerves.
"So much... Even after so many times last night, how is it still this thick and abundant..."
She gasped and moaned, her tone filled with disbelief. "This is completely unscientific..."
Haruto pulled over the eagerly awaiting Ayame, layering the fiery, soft body of the beautiful young girl atop the lovely married woman.
The contrast was exquisite; the mature, voluptuous softness of the mother beneath, and the eager, taut youth of the daughter above. He reveled in the feel of both their skins against his.
"Kasumi, it may be unscientific, but it's very magical."
Haruto teased, his still-vigorous dragon already seeking out a warm cavern. After breaking through to S-rank, his physical prowess and soul strength had been enhanced once more.
Coupled with the nourishing and restorative effects of his dual cultivation ability, while not quite a perpetual motion machine, he could easily last for a full week without issue.
As Haruto began moving with Ayame sandwiched between them, Sayuri finally regained consciousness from her dizziness.
A fresh wave of heat pooled in her own core as she watched the powerful muscles of Haruto's back and buttocks flex with each deliberate thrust into her sister. The slick, wet sounds of their joining filled the room, a lewd symphony that demanded her participation.
Seeing her sister and mother cultivating together with Haruto, she bit her lip enviously and slowly crawled over.
This time, Haruto adopted a doggy-style position, arranging the Takamine mother and daughter face-to-face so they could admire each other's expressions of soul-deep pleasure.
Ayame's snow-white buttocks were raised high as she lay weakly atop her mother's soft body, her hair disheveled. Her pretty, oval face was flushed an unusually deep red from arousal.
With each deep, penetrating thrust of his cock, her exquisitely charming face showed an expression of utter, mindless satisfaction. Her eyes were half-lidded, her small mouth slightly agape, and she continuously let out soft, delicate moans from her nose.
Haruto held her silk-smooth, upturned buttocks, his thick, hard dragon fiercely attacking the moist flower valley.
His fingers dug into the pliant flesh of her hips, guiding her movements, ensuring every inch of her tight, clinging passage was thoroughly claimed.
In the intense passionate sprint just moments ago, Kasumi hadn't received her care, and now she returned the favor by continuously touching Ayame's sensitive spots.
As expected of a mother, she knew exactly where her daughter was most sensitive. With just a few gentle flicks of her fingers, the pink-haired beauty gasped aloud, her voluptuous and delicate body trembling violently as sticky, transparent female ejaculation sprayed from her swollen pussy lips, soaking the bedsheets beneath them.
Young Haruto, nestled within the beauty's flower valley, enjoyed the intense spasms and suction while slowly thrusting. Just then, Sayuri crawled over, her satin-smooth skin pressing against Haruto's back.
"Haruto~ faster, it's my turn next."
The quiet and virtuous purple-haired ponytail beauty had now become a captive of desire. Watching her sister and mother beneath Haruto only excited her more.
Her slender, soft hands pushed forcefully against Haruto's buttocks, accelerating the dragon's movements in and out, trying to make Ayame climax sooner so she could take her turn faster.
Surrounded by the mother and her two daughters, Haruto didn't need to exert any effort himself to enjoy supreme, ultimate pleasure.
If it weren't for Kasumi, who was pinned at the bottom and had just mastered magical power with a constitution that couldn't yet keep up, he would have wanted to continue like this until all three women were completely spent.
With Sayuri's pushing, Haruto and Ayame gradually slid from the exhausted married woman onto the soft large bed.
No longer concerned about whether her mother could endure more, Sayuri climbed entirely onto Haruto, using her own delicate, soft, and voluptuous body to help increase his speed and force.
Sandwiched between the Takamine sisters, Haruto let out a pleasurable low moan. Having just enjoyed the mother-daughter combination, he now switched to the sister combination - the mental stimulation far surpassing the physical pleasure.
He admired Ayame's beautiful back profile, where her slender waist connected perfectly with her round, perky bottom without a trace of excess fat.
Haruto reached out to caress her smooth, lifted buttocks, gently parting the crevice to reveal a tightly closed rosebud and the pink, glistening honeyed grotto of her pussy currently being stretched and penetrated back and forth by his thick, veiny cock.
The pink, slender flower valley had been stretched into a circular shape by young Haruto, with sticky spring waters continuously flowing, allowing the dragon to move smoothly within her tight passage.
Every time Sayuri moved behind him, the dragon would thrust deeply, crashing against Ayame's flower heart, making her emit satisfied moans.
The large-breasted, purple-haired ponytail beauty was also deeply aroused. Each time she heard her sister's passionate pants, it felt as if she were the one pleasuring her.
Watching her usually dominant sister appear utterly vulnerable beneath them, Sayuri couldn't control herself either, continuously writhing against Haruto's sturdy back while murmuring incessantly.
"Master... Haruto master... faster... even faster... I want it too~"
Listening to the alternating passionate moans of the Takamine sisters and feeling their two voluptuous, youthful naked bodies, Haruto's dragon swelled to an unprecedented size.
The thickness alone would have been manageable, at most stretching the inner walls of Ayame's flower path to both comfortable and burning sensations.
But the length was truly unexpected - the dragon that had already filled the sacred flower palace now advanced further, showing clear intention of reaching straight to the stomach.
Ayame's eyes flew open in a mixture of shock and overwhelming pleasure. A broken, high-pitched cry was torn from her throat as she felt him press against a place deep inside her that had never been touched before.
Haruto barely moved, merely skillfully rotating and scraping within the girl's flower valley, yet Ayame could no longer endure it.
The scorching dragon filled her completely, leaving not a single gap. Every thrust, every rotation, every scrape sent the pink-haired, buxom beauty's body trembling uncontrollably.
Ayame felt both pleasure and agony, shuddering so intensely from ecstasy that she seemed on the verge of losing herself with just one more breath.
She knew that if she let go, releasing her yin essence, she would once again experience that indescribably wonderful sensation.
But at this moment, the beauty didn't want to climax so quickly. She wanted to hold on just a little longer, to enjoy this feeling for just a bit more.
Though desperately resisting, Haruto's movements remained minimal. He merely used Sayuri's hip gyrations to slowly rotate and push, maintaining their deep union while gently grinding without pause.
Yet little Haruto's fiery heat fiercely stimulated the sensitive walls of Ayame's flower palace, like flames reaching straight to her heart without any obstruction.
The pleasure within Ayame grew increasingly intense, overwhelming both her body and mind. Every pore seemed to burst open under the torrent of desire.
Suddenly, the pink-haired, buxom beauty's body convulsed tightly. Sweet, delicate moans escaped her lips uncontrollably as she trembled wave after wave.
She didn't know what spot Haruto's thick, long dragon had hit, but she felt the pleasure within her suddenly multiply, instantly flooding every inch of her skin, flesh, and soul. No part of her could escape as sweet, numbing love juice from her very core began pouring out of her spasming cunt wildly, without any reservation.
Haruto no longer held back either. Following Sayuri and Kasumi, his thick life essence flooded into Ayame's body.
A hot, powerful jetting deep within her triggered a second, even more violent climax for Ayame, her scream of release muffled by the bedsheets as her vision whited out.
Thus, all three women of the Takamine household had received Haruto's nourishment today.
But this was only the beginning, not the end.
Before Haruto had even finished injecting completely, the purple ponytailed, long-legged, buxom beauty impatiently pulled out the dragon. Her pink cherry lips parted as she greedily captured his still-spurting cock with her soft, sweet tongue and smooth cheek flesh, swallowing every last drop of his salty, potent cum.
He lay like this atop Ayame's delicate body, playing with her snow-white breasts, while Sayuri positioned herself between their lower bodies, raising her hips to serve little Haruto with her cherry mouth.
When the remaining essence had been cleaned away and the dragon had regained its vigor, Sayuri lay down contentedly, ready to receive the fruits of her labor.
As her flower heart fell into Haruto's plucking hands, the purple-haired ponytailed beauty's body instantly went limp. Pleasure washed over her like waves, crashing against her body and mind without cease.
The empty, itching flower valley was continuously penetrated and rubbed by the dragon, sending Sayuri tumbling into a sweet abyss. Now she didn't want to think about anything, only to let Haruto play with her as he wished, even if it meant being pleasured to death