Chapter 197: Bathing Play
After Rias's breakthrough to SS-class, the Dual Cultivation also gave Haruto a powerful energy feedback.
"Mmm... hnn... Gods, Rias... you feel... incredible..." Gently holding the girl, the supreme pleasure and thrill of rapidly increasing strength made Haruto release soft pants from deep in his throat.
A shiver, electric and profound, raced up his spine. The energy wasn't just power; it was her essence, her very passion given form, flooding into him and setting every nerve ending ablaze.
As the energy was gradually absorbed, Rias's power stabilized at the initial stage of a High-Class Devil. The red and blue magical currents flashed brightly before returning to their respective owners, disappearing into their bodies.
The air in the room, thick with the scent of their union, seemed to hum with the residual power, crackling like static against their skin.
After breaking through, the girl's ability to absorb life essence increased again. Her slightly swollen lower abdomen visibly flattened at a rapid pace.
Within seconds, it returned to its smooth, firm state, leaving only a small round bulge at the very bottom.
That was the dragon head still remaining within the sacred palace. Under the continuous wrapping and sucking of the palace, Haruto reluctantly withdrew his dragon.
The sensation of her inner muscles clinging to him, a final, desperate caress as he pulled away, drew a ragged groan from his lips.
Looking at the dazed girl on the bed with her flushed, charming face, he showed a faint smile.
Her crimson hair was a glorious mess against the sheets, and her chest still rose and fell with the rapid pace of her breath. She was the picture of blissful exhaustion.
Noticing Haruto's continuous gaze, Rias showed a confused expression, wiping her face as she asked: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face, or do I look unwell?"
Haruto revealed a gentle smile: "No, I just think you're so beautiful, Rias. I could never get tired of looking at you."
His eyes, dark with lingering desire and newfound tenderness, traced the delicate line of her jaw, the elegant curve of her neck, and the tempting swell of her breasts.
Even though they had already done the most intimate things, hearing Haruto's praise made Rias inexplicably shy.
"Idiot..." she shyly turned her head away, pouting: "Don't say such things right after..."
A fresh wave of heat bloomed across her chest and cheeks, the compliment striking a deeper chord than any carnal act.
Haruto smiled slightly, taking Rias's restless small hand.
"Let's go take a bath, President. The night is still long."
His voice was a low, promising rumble that vibrated through her, hinting at pleasures yet to come.
"Little pervert..."
Amidst Rias's murmur that seemed both shy and reproachful, the two entered the bathroom together.
After a quick rinse, Haruto began washing Rias's beautiful crimson hair, vibrant as fresh blood.
Only when personally washing these incredibly smooth strands could one understand how much effort Rias usually put into maintaining them.
Though magic could remove impurities, achieving such natural shine and luster still required proper hydration.
Haruto combed through his vibrant red hair while applying high-end shampoo. Once the shampoo was evenly distributed, he gently massaged Rias's scalp with his hands.
His technique was average—this was his first time washing a girl's hair—but Rias found it more comfortable than when the specially trained maids at home attended to her.
It was the intimacy of the act, the feeling of his strong fingers moving with such focus and care, that made her sigh and lean back against his chest in utter contentment.
"All done, President. How does it feel?"
Haruto rinsed the foam from the red hair with warm water, admiring Rias's enchanting figure as he asked.
His gaze drifted down from her wet hair, over the sleek line of her back, to the perfect, pale curves of her buttocks, and he felt a familiar, urgent heat begin to pool within him once more.
After this brief rest, Rias had regained her usual cold and imposing presence as the president. She nodded faintly, "Not bad. From now on, you'll be in charge of my hair."
The earlier Rias had been adorable and alluring, but as Haruto looked at the president before him now, his heart raced just as fiercely.
It seemed he liked this version of Rias even more... The contrast between her regal composure and the naked, willing woman beneath him was an intoxicating aphrodisiac.
Not hearing Haruto's response, Rias glanced at him in confusion. Before she could ask, Haruto had already answered with his actions.
The reinvigorated dragon recklessly pressed between Rias's beautiful legs. Her small hands instinctively reached down to block it.
"Rias, from now on, only I will wash your hair."
Haruto whispered declarations of tender love and possessive dominance while lightly kissing the girl's snow-white neck.
His words were a brand, a claim that went deeper than any physical mark, and they sent a thrill of pure, unadulterated possession through her.
Rias let out a soft laugh, her defensive hands shifting to teasing as her slender fingers began playing with the exposed dragon in various ways.
Her touch was both expert and worshipful, tracing the thick, throbbing veins, her thumb swirling over the slick, sensitive head, drawing a sharp, guttural sound from him.
Unable to resist, Haruto tightened his embrace. The girl's full, sensual body was filled with youthful elasticity—smooth and warm.
Rias pressed her blushing face against Haruto's chest, extending her moist little tongue to flick at his nipple.
The simple act was electrifying. Haruto groaned softly again, gripping Rias's rounded buttocks as his fingers sought to explore the girl's warm, moist petals.
With his fingertip coated in warm water, he easily parted Rias's honeyed lips, gently probing with his finger until he found a damp little opening. His slender finger slowly entered the flower valley, caressing the tender folds within.
She was already so wet for him, her heat a silken fist clenching around his invading digit.
Haruto pressed his thumb against the already swollen pink bud, making it tremble slightly, while lowering his head to kiss Rias's neck and full, ample breasts.
His mouth was hot and hungry, sucking a rosy peak deep, his tongue laving and teasing until she cried out.
Rias began to moan—not the frantic cries before climax, but more like the soft calls of an enamored fawn. "Haruto... right there... please..."
The devil girl's body was extremely sensitive. Soon, Haruto's middle finger was drenched in slippery, warm fluid. The enticing honeyed cave trembled as if with suction, slowly swallowing his finger deeper.
Haruto felt her youthful, hot, and tight passage. Taking advantage of the ample lubrication, he pushed his middle finger in to the hilt, curling it to search for her G-spot.
Rias squirmed in Haruto's arms as if in protest, but the friction of their bare skin only intensified their passion.
Soon, Haruto found a small, smooth area about the size of a fingernail on the upper wall of her passage. Pressing his middle finger against it, he began rapid, rhythmic stimulation.
Rias shuddered throughout her body, clutching Haruto's back tightly as she threw her head back with a soft "Ah!"
Her back arched violently, pressing her breasts firmly against his chest as a powerful, shuddering orgasm ripped through her.
Her flushed face glistened with moisture, cherry lips slightly parted—for the first time, Haruto saw a dazed expression in Rias's eyes.
As the friction intensified, Rias could no longer control the volume of her moans, so she lightly bit Haruto's shoulder. Delicate sounds kept escaping her small throat, and the slippery spring nectar had already soaked his hand.
While teasing her, Haruto randomly kissed Rias's cheeks.
Rias suddenly tilted her head up, her cherry lips meeting Haruto's.
Before Haruto could react, a nimble and cunning fragrant tongue slipped into his mouth like a snake.
They were like two greedy children, desperately seeking each other's saliva.
Holding each other tightly, they wished they could melt into one another. The showerhead fell to the floor, water splashing noisily as the bathroom filled with steam.
After what felt like an eternity, the two finally separated, drenched.
Rias's eyes burned with desire as she stared intently at Haruto's handsome face. "Haruto... I want you too."
Her voice was a husky, desperate plea that shattered the last of his control.
Haruto thrust his hips, the proud dragon repeatedly plunging between her snow-white, rounded thighs. "Me too."
"Mmm..."
Amid Rias's uncontrollable muffled moans, another memorable night began.
That night, the two barely stopped. After the bathroom came the sofa, then the desk, followed by the balcony, and finally, they returned to the bedroom.
The spring night was short. When the golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, the two, who showed no signs of fatigue, realized it was already morning.
Haruto held Rias sideways, burying his head in the girl's neck, inhaling her faint fragrance while thrusting vigorously below.
"President... this is the last time..."
"Mmm... okay..." Rias clenched her thighs, trembling as she experienced the peak of pleasure while panting softly, "My belly... can't take any more... this time... use my mouth..."
"Okay."
Suppressing the urge to release, Haruto withdrew the dragon from the clinging flower valley. Skillfully gripping Rias's smooth, delicate chin, he knelt and guided the dragon into another warm, soft, and moist cave.
Even for two SS-rank individuals, dual cultivation couldn't sustain its effects indefinitely.
By the latter half of the night, Rias and Haruto had gradually experimented with more positions and techniques, with the upper mouth and her irresistibly tempting legs and feet becoming the main focus.
As soon as Haruto entered, the girl's slick, nimble little tongue immediately wrapped around the dragon's head, constantly rubbing and teasing his limits.
"Hmph..."
Haruto grunted, thrusting forcefully as the dragon's head pressed against the tip of her tongue, releasing the still-thick essence entirely into Rias's small mouth. "Take it all, Rias... Drink every last drop..."
The devil beauty struggled to swallow, her throat moving up and down repeatedly, but much of the white liquid still spilled from the corners of her lips.
"Haah..."
Over a minute later, Haruto contentedly withdrew the dragon, now cleaned by Rias. However, during the cleaning process, the recently softened dragon showed signs of rising again.