Chapter 226: Contract with Yuuma
Drawing the magic circle for the contract ceremony for the second time, Haruto was much more skilled.
About twenty minutes later, under the silvery moonlight, Yuuma smiled charmingly and kissed the back of Haruto's hand.
Pink mist began to spread, and the familiar heat and desire filled both their souls and bodies.
"Haruto-sama~"
Yuuma, with her innocent first-love goddess face, let out a soft, sweet moan, showing no trace of acting.
Black stockings paired with a high school uniform, an angelic face with a devilish figure—it all made Haruto's heart burn with passion.
This woman was just too good at this.
"Yuuma-chan, you're so skilled..." As he spoke, he began to caress Yuuma.
"Does Haruto-sama not like it?" Yuuma blinked, her face flushed with shyness, feigning resistance while welcoming his advances.
"I love it, I love it, especially these black-stockinged legs—I adore them to death."
Haruto stepped forward, his heated hands slipping into Yuuma's top, while his erect dragon rubbed against the smooth black stockings.
Yuuma continued to maintain her actor's discipline, shyly and flusteredly raising a hand to block, her jade-like fingers inadvertently brushing against the hardened, towering dragon.
The maiden's heart began to tremble—Haruto had grown even larger than she remembered, so magnificent and scorching hot.
That perfect dragon, which had brought the girl countless pleasures in the past, gradually shattered the pure persona she struggled to uphold.
"Ah, Haruto..."
Yuuma called out distractedly, unsure of what she wanted to say, only knowing that Haruto's body captivated her utterly.
The desperate longing for Haruto to thrust that magnificent, hardened dragon into her body grew increasingly intense.
Seductive moans began to spill incessantly from Yuuma's cherry lips and the depths of her delicate nose.
Haruto knew the beautiful girl in black stockings before him could wait no longer, and he, too, could no longer restrain himself.
He slowly laid the girl down at the center of the magic circle, kneading Yuuma's full, jade-like breasts with one hand while forcefully parting her rounded, straight legs clad in black stockings.
Yuuma turned her head away and let out a seductive moan, "Ah! Don't!"
Watching Yuuma's tightly closed beautiful eyes, Haruto knew full well she was deliberately acting, yet his breathing still grew heavy and ragged.
The blazing flames of desire, as if doused with a bottle of fragrant white wine, burned even more fiercely.
He straightened his waist, and the mature yet tender, glistening, smooth valley was fully unveiled before his eyes.
Two vibrant, delicate petals, adorned with a continuous flow of translucent honey, seemed to shimmer with a dazzling radiance, holding Haruto's widened gaze captive.
Whether in her fallen angel form as Raynare or as the pure high school girl Yuuma, her figure and beauty were undeniably striking.
Especially now, with this image of a first-love goddess—countless boys had gone mad with infatuation for her, yet at this moment, Haruto had so easily lifted that mysterious veil.
Yuuma let out a shy moan, using her last shred of rationality to maintain her persona.
Her jade-like hands quickly covered her flushed face, leaving her body starkly exposed to Haruto's gaze, as if a profound sense of shame rose from the depths of her heart.
She truly dared not look at Haruto's expression at this moment—her proud, pure, and sensual beautiful body, bathed in the clear moonlight, was laid bare before his eyes...
Immersed in her role-playing, Yuuma's mind and body trembled as if scorched with embarrassment.
Suddenly, Haruto thrust his hips downward. The hardened dragon, now even thicker and larger than before, easily pried open the tender, slick petals and plunged into the warm, damp, tender, and incredibly tight honeyed passage.
The long-awaited pleasure made Haruto's feverish body feel as if he had drunk a mouthful of cool, clear spring water, sending a shiver of comfort through his entire being.
"Ah!"
Yuuma's head arched high backward, her jade-like hands swiftly gripping Haruto's arms, feeling the fiery, massive dragon completely filling her delicate honeyed passage.
The sensation of fullness and distention brought her a pain akin to losing her virginity, making her involuntarily cry out in anguish.
The delicate brows on the maiden's flushed face furrowed tightly, her entire body trembling and convulsing even more violently.
The overwhelming pleasure Haruto felt at this moment was so intense it seemed he might ascend to heaven. He never imagined that after the magic circle's enhancement and some role-playing, conquering Yuuma would feel so exhilarating.
With a sudden thrust of his hips, he drove his massive, rigid member completely into Yuuma's honeyed depths. The enormous crown mercilessly breached the young girl's tight, sacred palace.
"Ah!"
Yuuma's delicate frame trembled more visibly. She felt Haruto's mighty dragon like a scorching iron rod, threatening to melt her tender lower passage. The crown, larger than a goose egg, had reached the deepest part of her delicate flower palace. Under the magic circle's influence, an unprecedented state made her body and mind feel as if they were floating.
Though the fullness and ache in her lower body grew increasingly intense, and the tender buds on her firm, ample jade breasts turned crimson, none of that mattered anymore. An incredibly powerful surge of pleasure slowly rose from the depths of Yuuma's heart...
Haruto, too, experienced extraordinary stimulation and ecstasy. Although he had already tasted Akeno's exquisite jade grotto earlier, Yuuma's sensation was in no way inferior. Gently holding Yuuma's petite, soft black-stockinged feet, he kneaded them, and driven by impulse, brought one to his mouth.
While kissing, sucking, licking, and nibbling the irresistibly alluring black-stockinged foot, Haruto began rocking his hips, thrusting his mighty dragon in and out.
"Ah... Mm... Haruto?... Master... do you like my feet that much??..."
Feeling her silk-stockinged foot enveloped in Haruto's mouth, Yuuma's hidden sadistic and mischievous genes began to stir.
"What a perverted stocking foot fetishist you are???..."
With the beautiful girl's black-stockinged feet before him, Haruto paid no heed and continued savoring the tempting appendage, while vengefully quickening his pace below.
For a time, the living room filled with the girl's wanton, delicate pants.
Yuuma's moans rose and fell erratically, and she no longer had the mind to tease Haruto.
Haruto could feel the peach grotto of the girl beneath him contracting violently, her tender flesh walls clenching powerfully, and even her warm body growing feverish. He immediately realized Yuuma was approaching her climax. Releasing her seductive black-stockinged leg, he instead gripped her impossibly slender willow-like waist.
With his other hand, he pinched the pink, firm bud on her chest, while thrusting fiercely in and out below.
The more shy and reserved a girl was, the more thirsty and licentious she became when aroused—especially since Yuuma, at her core, was a sadistic fallen angel who loved wearing revealing leather outfits. Her unrestrained, wild cries and her thirsty, seductive expression ignited Haruto's primal instincts.
His desire burned fiercer, his dragon swelling to its limit. Once again, he firmly grasped Yuuma's smooth black-stockinged legs, showing no tenderness or consideration. His scorching dragon relentlessly pounded her pink peach grotto, the crown striking her core like raindrops.
After a storm of vigorous thrusts, Haruto watched as Yuuma lay beneath him like any fragile girl, barely enduring the pleasure, her expression a stark contrast of innocent beauty and debauched allure. His heart swelled with immense satisfaction.
Stimulated by Yuuma's innocent yet alluring appearance, he grew even more excited and thrust forward forcefully, driving his entire massive dragon deep into the young girl's tender, tight, and sensitive flower palace through the spring nectar.
The enormous dragon head was tightly enveloped and sucked, making Haruto feel it was even more exquisite than the girl's delicate cherry lips for a moment.
Gazing at Yuuma, whose beautiful eyes were slightly closed as she lost herself in the passionate pleasure, Haruto fondled and kneaded her full, firm jade breasts while carefully admiring her charming, unrestrained state.
The girl's snow-white skin took on a delicate rosy hue from their passionate union, her full, firm jade-like breasts and smooth, flat abdomen slightly raised by the pressing weight.
Her long, pale legs, adorned with sheer black stockings, became even more alluring and captivating, making Haruto unable to resist cherishing them.
Haruto sat up and gathered Yuuma's beautiful black-stockinged legs into his embrace, caressing and kissing them as he went.
The warmth of her fragrant, tender skin combined with the sleek, delicate texture of the high-quality stockings brought Haruto unparalleled pleasure.