Chapter 203: Akeno's Special Training (Part 1)
"Ahem."
Fortunately, Haruto had already been with numerous women. While proper confessions felt unfamiliar, flirtatious words came naturally. After clearing his throat twice, he said:
"Then it's settled. Akeno-senpai, remember to leave your door unlocked for me tonight."
Akeno blushed and shot him a glare, then slightly nodded.
The white-haired loli knew she would be after Akeno, so she expressionlessly picked the fried shrimp from Haruto's bowl.
Seeing such an adorable way of expressing dissatisfaction, everyone couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Haruto stroked the white-haired loli's smooth silver-white short hair, comforting her: "Akeno-senpai is our senior after all..."
Koneko slightly raised her head and nuzzled against Haruto's palm.
She wasn't actually that angry—that tiny bit of dissatisfaction vanished along with the fried shrimp.
Dinner ended quietly in the harmonious atmosphere, and Rias shooed away Akeno who was about to clean the dishes.
Under the suggestive gazes of the other girls, Haruto held Akeno's delicate little hand as they headed toward the bathroom together.
The villa had two bathrooms, but considering this was Akeno's first time, Haruto saved the main event for the bedroom.
Holding Akeno's glistening, still-damp body, feeling those full, perky yet incredibly soft mounds, his dragon quietly rose to attention.
Click!
After locking the door, Haruto half-drew the curtains. The training location was deep in the mountains, with no other buildings nearby except for a villa full of European and American style, so there was no need to worry about being spied on.
The bright moonlight spilled over the girl's fair and captivating delicate body, as if draping it in a holy silver veil. Glittering droplets shone like scattered diamond stars.
Akeno let out a soft hum, her hair spread out like sandalwood beneath her. Her slender hands covered her chest, but her legs shyly parted. The air in the room was thick and warm, charged with an unspoken anticipation that made her skin prickle. Every rustle of the sheets sounded like a thunderclap in the quiet room.
Akeno's skin was very pale, even the color at her flower base was a light pink. The plump, lush petals were pressed into a thin line, with no stray hairs in sight. The soft light from the window seemed to worship her form, casting gentle shadows that highlighted her flawless complexion and the delicate, vulnerable junction of her thighs.
Under Haruto's gaze, the honeyed oyster was already glistening with moisture, trickling endlessly, utterly drenched. A single, glistening drop traced a path down her inner thigh, a blatant testament to the desire he stirred in her. Her breath hitched as she felt the intensity of his stare, a silent admission of her own yearning.
Haruto gently embraced Akeno. Her delicate, straight willow-leaf eyebrows and long, curled black eyelashes added an ethereal innocence to her dreamily enchanting eyes, further highlighting her gentle temperament. In his arms, she felt both fragile and powerful, a paradox that made his heart ache with a fierce protectiveness and a raw, primal need.
Her cute, petite nose was elegantly straight, and her full, crimson, enticing lips outlined a seductive cherry mouth. The soft, smooth lines of her peach-blossom cheeks, radiant as the moon, were exquisitely beautiful. He could feel the frantic beat of her heart against his own, a wild drum matching the rising tempo of his blood.
Gazing at Akeno's beautiful and pure face, Haruto couldn't resist kissing her red lips. She shyly closed her eyes, silently accepting the passionate kiss. It was a slow, tender beginning that quickly ignited into something desperate and consuming.
Their lips desperately sucked on each other, as if trying to draw the other into themselves. Haruto's slippery tongue slipped out, licking the girl's warm, moist cherry lips. The taste of her was intoxicating, a unique flavor of sweet tea and pure Akeno that he knew would be forever branded on his senses.
Akeno also gently opened her mouth, extending her tongue to guide his into her oral cavity. It was a shy yet bold invitation, a surrender that was also an act of conquest. The intimate wetness of her mouth was a paradise he never wanted to leave.
Haruto's tongue licked Akeno's cherry lips, pearly teeth, and the inside of her mouth, intertwining and teasing with her tongue. He mapped the soft contours of her mouth, committing every sensation to memory, as his hands began to roam her trembling back.
Akeno opened her mouth as wide as she could, allowing his tongue to delve deep into her oral cavity, licking and teasing to his heart's content. A soft, guttural sound escaped her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that vibrated against his invading tongue.
She felt Haruto's saliva trickling drop by drop into her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, accepting this most intimate of offerings, her own body responding by growing wetter, hotter, more ready for him.
Haruto's palm continuously caressed Akeno's back, intermittently holding her tightly, then squeezing, causing unusual sensations of pleasure to steadily rise. His touch was like lightning, leaving trails of fire across her skin, each pass of his hand stoking the inferno building within her core.
His hand moved up to Akeno's chest, where her breasts, even fuller than Rias's, were so soft and smooth that he couldn't quite grasp them. They overflowed his hands, impossibly soft and heavy, their weight a perfect, sensual burden.
Akeno shyly twisted away, showing no trace of her usual sadistic, scheming nature. In this moment, she was purely his, vulnerable and open, her every coquettish twist only serving to press her softness more firmly into his palms.
"Haruto, let me serve you. Close your eyes!" said the black ponytailed, large-breasted beauty. Her voice was a husky whisper, laden with a promise that made his already hard length twitch in anticipation.
Haruto closed his eyes. He felt Akeno's soft, delicate hand grasp the dragon, followed by the heat of the girl's panting breath against the sensitive dragon's head. The contrast of her cool fingers and her warm breath was maddening, a dual assault on his control.
Soon, the head of his cock was enveloped in the wet, tight heat of her mouth.
"Akeno-senpai, ah... you're so good." The words were torn from him, a raw groan of appreciation as her tongue swirled around the tip, lapping up the bead of moisture that had already gathered there.
Though it hurt when her teeth scraped him, Haruto affectionately stroked her hair and said gently, "Actually, you don't have to do this." Even as he said it, his hips gave a tiny, involuntary thrust, betraying his true feelings.
Akeno looked up at Haruto with a shy, charming glance, then lowered her head to continue serving him carefully and tenderly. Her eyes, glazed with passion, held a determination to please him that was far more arousing than any skilled technique.
Though her practical experience was less than Haruto's, as his senior, she couldn't be pinned beneath him from start to finish. There was a fire in her, a need to be an active participant, to worship his body as he was worshipping hers.
Akeno's youthful body was exquisitely curved, with firm, soft undulating lines that seemed both too delicate to touch and irresistibly tempting, making one want to press fiercely against that tender, pliant, captivating flesh. The sight of her on her knees, her back arched and her generous breasts swaying with her movements, was a vision that would be seared into his mind forever.
Haruto couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of creation as his hands caressed Akeno's smooth, delicate skin, causing her whole body to tremble and writhe uncontrollably. She was a living masterpiece, and every gasp, every shiver, was a brushstroke of her pleasure.
After enjoying her somewhat inexperienced oral skills for a while, Haruto began to take the initiative. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he gently pulled her up, guiding her onto her back, wanting to see all of her, to taste all of her.
He started fondling and kneading the full, round, and ample breasts of the young maiden, while continuously whispering sweet nothings in her ear to tease her. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, feeling them harden into tight, desperate peaks against his palms.
"Akeno-senpai, this part of you is so beautiful, so elastic... so smooth... so soft..." His words were hot puffs of air against her ear, each syllable a caress that made her squirm.
Feeling Haruto's caresses and hearing such provocative words, Akeno was overwhelmed with shyness, blushing as she closed her eyes. Yet, her back arched, pushing her chest more firmly into his hands, a silent plea for more.
At the tips of her sacred, delicate, and perky peaks stood a pair of exquisite, translucent, crimson, and enticingly small, adorable, and tender buds, standing proudly with a mix of bashfulness and pride. They were begging for his mouth, and he was more than willing to answer.
Beside these delicate, youthful, and tender buds was a faint circle of charming crimson areola, as lovely as a halo of moonlight surrounding them. He lowered his head, his tongue tracing that halo before closing his lips over one pebbled peak.
Her slender, soft, and delicate waist, so fine it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand, gave off a tender, delicate beauty that made one want to hold her close and cherish her lovingly. His hand spanned her waist, feeling the powerful muscles there quiver under his touch, a reminder of the strength hidden within her delicate frame.
Haruto couldn't get enough of her, his hands sliding downward over her body. Amidst the jade-white, crystalline, smooth, and delicate skin, a round, adorable navel playfully indented her flat lower abdomen. He dipped his tongue into that shallow pool, making her gasp and clutch at the sheets.
Her lower abdomen was pristine, jade-white, smooth, and soft, with the delicate, pale, and tender pussy of the maiden slightly swollen at the bottom. At the base of the swollen mound, a fresh, crimson, and delicate slit remained tightly closed, concealing the wet, waiting warmth within.
Haruto was already burning with passion, his cock throbbing and leaking against his stomach.
He gently stroked her slender, smooth waist with its soft curves, glided over her flat, fair, and soft lower abdomen, then played with the maiden's rounded, jade-like, delicate, and soft snow-white buttocks. Soon after, his fingers slipped between her thighs... The skin there was the softest of all, hot and damp with her arousal, and his fingers came away slick and shining.
Haruto's all-encompassing teasing and provocation quickly made Akeno's entire body burn with heat, her mouth dry, her body writhing incessantly, and soft, dreamlike moans escaping her lips. She was a instrument, and he was playing her with a master's touch, drawing out a symphony of need.
"Ah..." The sound was broken, helpless, a surrender to the sensations he was orchestrating.
Haruto kissed Akeno's ample breasts, and the sudden stimulation made her let out a soft moan. He was relentless, his mouth and hands working in concert to unravel her completely.
He sucked forcefully, taking in even the surrounding beautiful pink areola, and began tracing circles around it. The suction was strong, almost possessive, claiming that part of her as his.
His hand rested on the smooth, jade-colored skin of her inner thighs, his left thumb pressing against her clit and gently stroking, while his right index finger lightly caressed her outer and inner lips.
Finally, he gently inserted his index finger into the entrance of her pussy, tenderly probing.
"Ah... don't... don't touch... it tickles..." Her protest was weak, her hips lifting from the bed to meet his finger, begging for more even as she denied it.
Stimulated in both sensitive areas, Akeno cast aside her restrained composure and let out moans, while her pussy was already flooded with her juices.
Haruto gradually kissed downward, finally burying his face between Akeno's legs. The scent of her, musky and sweet, filled his senses, driving him wild with need.
"Ah! No!!" The shock of the intimate contact was electric, jolting through her entire nervous system.
Akeno cried out in surprise and sat up, "There... how can you do that there..." The embarrassment was plain on her face, but her eyes were dark with a curiosity and want that overshadowed her shyness.
The black-haired, ponytailed, large-breasted beauty was flushed with embarrassment, her face full of awkwardness. Yet, her legs remained parted, an unspoken invitation he was eager to accept.
"You'll soon find out how it feels." His voice was a dark promise, a low thrum of desire that vibrated against her sensitive skin.
Haruto chuckled lightly as he pressed his mouth against her smooth, pink cunt.
"Ah... don't..." It was a token resistance, her body already arching towards his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair not to push him away, but to hold him closer.
Akeno clamped her legs together, trapping Haruto's head between them. The pressure was a desperate, instinctive act of modesty that only served to intensify the intimacy, pressing his mouth more firmly against her core.
Haruto pressed his entire mouth against her clit, sucking fiercely without letting go, vigorously licking the delicate, smooth, and tender pink lips at the center of the maiden's lower body, his tongue swirling and lightly brushing against the outer lips, inner lips, and the entrance of her pussy...
"Ah...!" The sound was a sharp, strangled cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Akeno's body was curled and rigid, her face flushed crimson, eyes tightly shut, teeth clenched on her lower lip. Every muscle was taut, strung tight as a bowstring, poised on the very edge of release.
Warm, sticky honey continuously flowed outward, emitting a sweet and ambiguous scent. Haruto's mouth slid downward, his tongue delving deep inside, seeking the source. He drank from her, his tongue plunging into her tight, clutching heat, tasting the very essence of her desire, and he knew he would never get enough.