Chapter 194: Rias's Circumstance
Seeing Rias's fragile, bubble-like expression, the other women lowered their heads and fell into silence.
"Haruto, how are things with the villa?"
"It's almost ready. We just need to add some furniture before we can move in."
Rias nodded, "Yes, prepare as soon as possible, then everyone can move over. It's not a solution for us to keep squeezing in here day after day."
"Understood, President. We'll take our leave for today then."
Akeno and the others left with the unconscious Issei Hyoudou, leaving the clubroom to Rias and Haruto.
Creak—
The clubroom door closed, and Rias immediately deflated, collapsing onto the sofa and burying her face in a cushion with restless tossing and turning.
She sat alone in the living room for a long time, until the scenery outside the window was swallowed by the night. Taking a deep breath, she gently pushed open the door to the restroom.
Looking at Haruto's peaceful, gentle sleeping face, Rias softly placed her hand on his cheek and murmured, "Haruto..."
Feeling someone approach, Haruto struggled to open his eyes, but just like before, he couldn't control his body at all.
He had been conscious all this time, and his only form of entertainment was the active riding from Yuuma and the other two.
But Haruto didn't dare to fall into deep sleep. He didn't know if he could wake up again if he did, and he was also worried about missing important information.
He had heard everything Grayfia said, as well as the conversations between Rias and the others.
He had tried again to contact the soul consciousness of the Red Dragon Emperor, but still failed.
The deep-sealed layers of the Sacred Gear were far more powerful than the energy trapping his soul consciousness. He couldn't even reach outward, let alone delve deeper inward.
Feeling Rias's warm, soft hand caressing his face, Haruto felt a complex, indescribable emotion well up inside him.
He wanted Rias very much. Unlike those heroines in adult videos, he desired not only her body but also her heart.
Once the issue of the Cuckold Protagonist Template was resolved, he wanted to marry Rias. He might have other women, but Rias's position would be irreplaceable.
Just as Haruto was feeling a tumult of emotions, Rias seemed to have made up her mind about something and continued in a low voice, "If I can't wake you up... then I'll go ask my brother to have Grayfia help you improve your strength..."
Haruto: Huh?!!!
He was utterly shocked by Rias's words. Was she sure the Satan wouldn't kill him if they did that?
Unaware of the turmoil in Haruto's heart, Rias was determined to wake him up no matter what.
In her view, Haruto had ended up in this state entirely because she, as his master, wasn't strong enough.
If she had been able to deal with Azazel, Haruto wouldn't have had to force himself to use Juggernaut Drive.
Rias dared to say this because she was confident. When it came to understanding Sirzechs and Grayfia, aside from their mother, she was the one who knew them best.
The silver-haired beauty was Sirzechs's wife, but she was also his servant—his familiar.
If using a dual cultivation session could completely win over the successor of the Red Dragon Emperor—Haruto, who might one day reach the level of the Two Heavenly Dragons—Sirzechs would most likely agree.
Of course, this wasn't because Sirzechs was particularly opportunistic or didn't care about Grayfia, but because the openness of the Underworld far exceeded Haruto's imagination.
Not to mention succubi, who were practically embodiments of lust—there was no play they wouldn't dare to try.
Many noble devil families in the Underworld, in order to maintain the purity of their bloodlines, still engaged in practices reminiscent of medieval nobility, such as relationships between siblings. These customs persisted in the Underworld.
Although their genetics differed from humans', meaning such practices wouldn't produce deformed children or other dire consequences, ethical issues still remained.
Such matters fell into the category of "can be done, but not spoken of."
It wasn't just devils; angels and fallen angels also had similar phenomena within their ranks.
If it truly became necessary for Grayfia to offer herself, Sirzechs would likely pretend not to notice. Such things were best kept between the parties involved.
Because of this situation, Rias, Sona, and other devil girls often found themselves in compromising positions.
Their hearts were pure and they wouldn't engage in promiscuity, but in that environment, they inevitably became somewhat indifferent to exposing skin.
Haruto's worries and excitement were unknown to Rias. After making her decision, she slowly unbuttoned her uniform and then removed the black lace lingerie underneath.
Her sexy, fiery figure was exposed to the air, and a blush spread across the girl's fair face. This was her first time, completely inexperienced.
A soft, nervous sigh escaped her lips, the sound barely a whisper in the quiet room. The cool air seemed to caress her skin, raising goosebumps that traced a path over the gentle curve of her spine and the ripe swell of her hips. Every second of exposure felt both terrifying and thrilling, a prelude to a world she was about to willingly enter.
Following the scenes from her memory, Rias lifted the blanket and positioned herself over Haruto's slender yet firm body.
The warmth radiating from his skin was a stark contrast to the room's air, a comforting heat that promised to banish her anxieties. She could feel the hard planes of his abdomen against her inner thighs, a solid, unmoving presence that made her heart flutter with a mixture of devotion and raw, untamed desire.
Her small, soft white hands wandered up and down as she listened to Haruto's strong heartbeat. Instinctively, she extended her pink little tongue and began licking his chest.
The taste of him was intoxicating—clean skin with a faint, masculine saltiness that made her want more. Each slow, tentative lap of her tongue was a question, and the frantic beat of his heart beneath her ear was the most eloquent answer she could have hoped for.
Her full, sensual soft body continuously rubbed against Haruto's, her round, plump breasts flattening into circular mounds with pale, creamy flesh spilling from the crevices.
The friction was a sweet torture, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. With every slight shift of her weight, her hardened nipples dragged across his chest, the sensitive peaks aching with a need for a more direct touch, a need she was still too shy to voice.
Her long, pale white sexy legs wrapped around Haruto's thighs, and her smooth, pink delicate valley gradually grew moist, leaving sticky trails behind.
She could feel her own heat and slickness coating her inner thighs, a visceral proof of her arousal. The apex of her thighs, that soft, swollen mound, pulsed in time with Haruto's heartbeat, a desperate, rhythmic throb that begged for fulfillment.
Feeling Rias's awkward yet earnest caresses, the dragon soon awakened.
A low, guttural groan rumbled in Haruto's chest, a sound of pure, unconscious pleasure. It was the first clear sign of his response, and it sent a wave of triumphant heat crashing through her. Her efforts were working; she was reaching him, even in his deep slumber.
Noticing the changes in Haruto's body, the red-haired demon girl grew increasingly aroused. Her small, pale hand slowly grasped the thick, long, burning hot dragon.
Her fingers could barely meet around his girth. The sheer size of him, the velvety skin stretched taut over unyielding, iron-hard flesh, made her breath catch. He was alive with a pulse of his own, a throbbing, primal force that seemed to brand her palm.
"He's so incredibly big and hot..."
Although she had seen little Haruto more than once, each time left Rias secretly astonished.
The memory of seeing him in the bath was a pale ghost compared to the reality of holding him in her hand. He was a part of him, yet a beast all his own, demanding and powerful.
After stroking with her hand for a while, Rias shifted her body downward, slowly positioning herself between Haruto's legs. Just like last time in the bathroom, she strained to open her cherry lips and gradually took the dragon into her mouth.
The moment the broad, smooth head pressed past her lips, a new wave of submission and lust washed over her. She was claiming him in the most intimate way possible, her world narrowing to the taste, the feel, the sheer presence of him filling her mouth.
Because little Haruto was too large, Rias could only manage to take it just below the head - deep throat was still too advanced for her.
A faint, frustrated sound vibrated in her throat. She wanted to take more, to feel him hit the back of her throat, to prove her devotion, but her body had its limits. For now, this would have to be enough.
Her warm, moist little mouth moved up and down while her soft, slick tongue circled around the dragon's head, sending waves of pleasure through Haruto that made him tremble.
She focused her entire being on the task, lavishing attention on the most sensitive part of him. Her tongue swirled and pressed against the slit, tasting a bead of salty pre-cum, while her hand worked in tandem, stroking the impressive length she couldn't accommodate.
Though Haruto couldn't respond verbally, his physical reactions were enough.
His hips gave a slight, involuntary jerk, a tiny thrust into the warm haven of her mouth. His muscles tensed and his thighs tightened, his entire body speaking a language of urgent, building pleasure that words could never capture.
Noticing the dragon had grown harder and larger, Rias brushed aside her hanging red hair and slowly raised her head.
When the massive head slipped out of her rounded mouth, it made a 'pop' sound - such a lewd noise made the girl's fair skin flush with pink.
The sound was unmistakably lewd, a wet, smacking noise that seemed to echo in the silent room. It was the sound of her own debauchery, and it sent a fresh wave of heat flooding between her legs, making her already slick entrance weep with renewed need.
Rias straightened her upper body, her round, full breasts swaying with the movement, their pink tips completely erect.
The air felt cool on her wet, kiss-swollen lips. She looked down at her own body, at her breasts that felt so heavy and aching, and then at the magnificent, glistening hardness standing proud from Haruto's body. The sight was a perfect, erotic picture that sealed her resolve.
Though she hadn't received Haruto's caresses, her adolescent body was exceptionally sensitive and had already become fully aroused.
A deep, hollow ache had taken root deep within her womb, a desperate emptiness that only the man beneath her could fill. Her whole body felt like a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for contact, for pressure, for release.
Holding the saliva-slicked dragon with one hand, she turned sideways and slowly parted her well-proportioned thighs that showed pink through fair skin. After adjusting her position, her slightly quivering flower lips met the dragon's head.
The feeling of the slick, hot crown pressing against her most intimate flesh was almost too much to bear. It was a promise and a threat, the key poised at the lock of her very being. Her entire body shuddered at the contact, a primal recognition of what was to come.
"He's so massive... can something this big really fit inside my tiny little pussy?"
Even though she had seen Yuuma and others enjoying themselves many times, when the dragon actually pressed against her incredibly tiny entrance, she couldn't help but worry.
The theoretical knowledge fled her mind, replaced by the overwhelming physical reality. Her own body seemed impossibly small and tight, and he seemed impossibly large. It felt less like an act of love and more like an act of conquest.
The anxious feeling was soon replaced by bodily heat. Rias slowly lowered herself forward, but after several attempts, the dragon kept slipping out of her floral entrance.
Frustration mounted with her desire. Each time the slick head slid away from her entrance, a whimper of need escaped her. Her body was betraying her, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated, driven by a hunger that robbed her of grace.
As the fire within her grew more intense, Rias suppressed her embarrassment and lay fully on Haruto, reaching back with her arms.
The position was deeply exposing, arching her back and presenting her most private self to him, even if he couldn't see. It was an act of utter vulnerability, but the need to join with him was now greater than any shred of modesty.
With one hand guiding the dragon and the other using her index and middle fingers to spread open her pink flower lips,
The act of physically opening herself was the final surrender. The cool air touched her most sensitive, glistening inner folds, and she felt the dragon's head nudge directly against her entrance, no longer hindered by her own slippery resistance.
There was no longer any barrier between the dragon and the flower cave. With the help of gravity, the massive head finally pushed into the thoroughly slick flower cave.
A sharp, stretching sensation stole her breath. It wasn't pain, not yet, but a profound, unbelievable fullness that began at her very entrance. She was being opened, her body forced to accept an invader it was desperately trying to accommodate.
The untouched passage, no thicker than a little finger, was forcibly stretched. When the dragon's head fully entered, the anticipated slight pain followed.
It was a bright, hot flash of pain, a tearing sensation that made her eyes water. But it was brief, a necessary sacrifice, and it was quickly being swallowed by the incredible feeling of being so completely filled for the first time.
Rias paused for a few seconds before sinking her body downward once more.
She took a shuddering breath, willing her body to relax, to accept him. The initial shock was fading, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache and a deeper, more insistent thrum of pleasure.
The massive dragon advanced a little deeper, and when about one-third of it had fully entered, its head was blocked by the symbol of purity.
A new, more resilient barrier met the dragon's progress. This was it, the final frontier of her innocence. She could feel it stretching taut, a fragile, final shield against the complete claiming of her body.
Rias frowned slightly, her delicate hands pressing firmly against Haruto's chest as she knelt astride him.
Her expression was one of pained determination. She knew there was only one way through. She had to be the one to do it, to offer herself completely and without hesitation.
Her long, sensual legs bent at his sides, she forcefully spread her thighs and abruptly dropped her entire body downward. The rigid, scorching dragon cleanly pierced the resilient membrane, and the smooth, blazing head struck fiercely against the entrance to her floral chamber.
A searing, white-hot pain blossomed deep within her, so intense it was almost pure light behind her eyelids. The feeling of him tearing through her maidenhead was unmistakable, a single, definitive moment of loss and transformation.
Rias let out a muffled groan, her slender, snow-white neck arching high like a swan's. A pained expression crossed her lovely face as traces of red mixed with translucent honey slowly trickled from where they were joined.
"Nnngh... ah!"
Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, but they were not just tears of pain. They were tears of culmination. The proof of her sacrifice, a mix of her virgin's blood and her own abundant arousal, now coated his length and trickled onto his skin, marking him as hers as much as he had marked her.
This position lasted for a while until the pain of her deflowering was finally replaced by a tingling numbness. With a soft gasp, Rias's tense body slumped weakly against Haruto once more.
The sharp agony receded like a tide, leaving behind a strange, warm numbness that was already beginning to spark with something else—the first faint flickers of pleasure from the incredible, stretching fullness. She lay against him, feeling his heat, his strength, and the part of him buried so deep inside her, and she knew it was worth it.
Haruto could sense Rias's struggle and felt immense pity for her, yet there was nothing he could do to help.
His mind screamed in frustration, a silent litany of curses at his own helplessness. He wanted to hold her, to kiss away her tears, to whisper praise and encouragement in her ear, to move within her and show her the pleasure that was to come.
If he could move, his skilled techniques would have lessened the girl's pain by at least half. And if he could control the dragon's size, Rias might not have felt any pain at all.
He knew exactly how to use his fingers and tongue to prepare a woman, to coil her so tight with pleasure that the final breach was a mere formality, a seamless transition into ecstasy. But he was a prisoner in his own body, forced to be a passive participant in her passionate, painful initiation.
After resting on Haruto for a while, Rias pushed herself up again, her pale, soft, and shapely buttocks beginning to rise and fall gently.
The initial shock had passed. A new, tentative curiosity took its place. She experimented with a small, hesitant movement, lifting her hips and then sinking back down. A soft, surprised gasp escaped her lips as the motion sent a jolt of pure, undiluted sensation through her core. The pain was a memory; the pleasure was now.