At 10:00 PM, the serial bombing case that had shocked all of Japan finally drew to a close. The trapped civilians in the skyscraper were all successfully evacuated and treated, and the site was cordoned off to prevent secondary disasters. Shortly after, a police spokesperson gave a detailed televised briefing on the case. News that the perpetrator was the famous architect Teiji Moriya spread like wildfire; the revelation provided a necessary distraction, shifting public pressure away from the police—exactly as they had intended.
As time ticked away and deep night fell, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police remained relentless. Though Moriya was behind bars, the paperwork regarding his motives, the source of the explosives, and the formal charges required urgent processing. Few officers grumbled about the overtime; they had long ago accepted this as part of the job. Besides, given their usual lack of efficiency, they needed to show some utility to avoid being labeled "tax-themed thieves."
While Inspector Megure and his team were buried in work, Yuu Hoshimiya was occupied with a fire of his own. Looking down at the beautiful, long-haired high school girl beneath him, his lust reached a fever pitch. This was Ran Mouri—the undisputed primary heroine of this world, the girl blessed with maxed-out luck, his childhood goddess from a past life, and his guardian angel in this one. Now, after countless incidents and brush with death, they had finally arrived at the final threshold.
Faced with Yuu's burning passion, Ran completely let go of her inhibitions. She tilted her head back, her eyes misty, her amethyst pupils reflecting only his silhouette.
"Yuu-ge..."
The girl's legs trembled as she let out a soul-stirring, low moan. Yuu's tender caresses had melted the last of her shyness, awakening every sensitive nerve in her body. Her youthful, supple frame was like a masterfully tuned instrument, vibrating under his touch. Ran arched her back, lifting her hips toward him before collapsing back onto the sheets in a state of blissful weakness.
Yuu kissed his way down the inside of her jade-like thighs while his hands kneaded her pale, plump buttocks. When his lips brushed against her slender ankles, her moans grew louder. Determined to make her first experience unforgettable, Yuu was meticulous with the foreplay. He used his tongue to explore every inch of her silk-smooth skin, searching for her hidden triggers.
Ran cradled her own breasts, feeling her nipples grow hard and swollen. Her gaze was veiled behind a curtain of lustful mist, her mouth hanging open as a seductive melody of sighs escaped her. By now, "Little Yuu" was engorged to the limit—a towering, iron-hard pillar radiating masculine heat. To Ran, it looked like a royal scepter. Lying spread-eagle on the bed, she offered up her secret garden, waiting for his magnificent scepter to claim her.
"It's so big..."
Even though she had seen it and even toyed with it before, the sheer scale of him still intimidated her. It looked like a ferocious, hungry dragon. Can something that thick actually fit inside me? It's going to hurt, isn't it? she thought with a mix of fear and an inexplicable, desperate longing to be made one with him.
Ran sat up, curiously wrapping her fingers around him and letting out a small gasp. "Ah! It's so hot! I can't even close my hand around it!"
He throbbed against her palm. She used both soft hands to grip him tight, admiring the sight with intoxicated eyes. After a long moment, recalling the lessons Yuu had given her on Moonlight Island, she began to slowly stroke him. Her clumsy but affectionate movements made him grow even hotter, pulsing rhythmically against her skin.
Yuu briefly considered asking for a blowjob, but decided against it since it was her first time. He signaled for her to lie back down and leaned over to kiss her high, firm breasts. Blessed with Eri Kisaki's exceptional genes, Ran was slender but remarkably well-developed—a "thin branch bearing heavy fruit." Her snowy peaks were like ripe pears, creating a sharp contrast with her narrow waist. Yuu's licking and sucking made her pink buds stand proud, as if drawn upward by a powerful magnetic force.
Ran stretched her body back, her white thighs hooked in the air, surrendering herself to his touch. Her peak physical condition and flexibility allowed her to hold provocative poses with ease. Yuu gripped her rounded, firm ass, pulling her flush against his groin as he parted her legs to wrap around his waist. Her dark hair fanned out across the pillows, her flushed face glistening with sweat.
They collapsed together onto the bed, a tangle of limbs, chests, and heat. Yuu's tongue traced a path from her cheek down the curve of her body to her calves, then back up to the center of her "steamed bun" mound. He flicked the center of the delicate petals before sucking greedily on the little red bean at the entrance of her valley.
Ran was hit by a wave of unprecedented stimulation and cried out, "Ah... it feels so good... it itches, Yuu-ge, harder..."
Her long, white legs clamped tight around Yuu's head as a flood of fragrant fluid poured from her canal. Yuu broke free from the lock of her thighs and licked his way back up, past her flat, warm belly to her swollen nipples and slender neck. Ran wrapped her arms around his neck, seeking his lips until she caught them in a desperate, clinging kiss. Her trembling body ground against his firm frame. She arched her back, her legs wide, her chest heaving.
At this moment, Yuu felt as if he were lying on a bed of soft, thick clover, with a warm summer breeze whispering in his ear. The depths of Ran's flower path felt like a black hole in the universe, exerting a powerful gravitational pull that demanded he surrender himself entirely.
The hot, thick dragon pressed against the entrance of her mound, ready to breach the gates. Ran's petals had already parted slightly, seemingly pleading for his thunderous strike.
"Yuu-ge, be gentle... you're too big... I'm scared..." her voice trembled.
"Don't worry, Ran. I'll be very gentle," he whispered, kissing her pink lips.
"Mmm! Yuu-ge... come. I want to be with you forever."
With her signal, Yuu rubbed the head of his cock against her slit, coating it in her nectar. He gently pried apart the fresh petals covering the entrance and, with a firm thrust of his hips, pushed the massive head into her narrow canal.
"Ah! Mmm...!"
Ran felt the intrusion of something scorching hot. Her pure garden, guarded for over a decade, offered no resistance as it was invaded. Yuu moved with agonizing slowness, advancing millimeter by millimeter. Ran's years of karate training had given her incredible endurance and the ability to adapt to physical strain. As he worked at the entrance, the initial pain of the stretch began to fade, replaced by a blossoming heat. Her pale face regained its color, turning a vivid shade of crimson.
Soon, the environment around his cock grew slick and welcoming. Yuu realized her body was beginning to accept him. Once the head could move freely, he began to pump his hips, expanding his territory. After about thirty shallow strokes, sensing her muscles relax, he gave one powerful, determined lunge.
Spluck!
With a faint, wet sound, he tore through the symbol of her virginity and buried himself deep at the very bottom of her tight tunnel.
"Ah! It hurts...!"
A sharp, stinging pain, far more intense than before, caused Ran to scream. She felt stretched to the breaking point, as if she were being torn apart. Her entire body locked up, her muscles tensing into iron. Her long, powerful legs instinctively clamped around Yuu's waist, and her hands gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white.
The internal muscles of her canal—honed by her incredible physical strength—spasmed and squeezed him with such force that even Yuu felt a twinge of pain. Because the foreplay had been so thorough, her "peach source" was completely drenched, but his size was so overwhelming that the thrust hit her "flower heart" directly.
Looking down, a third of his length was still exposed. Vivid crimson blood seeped from the point where they were joined, trickling down his shaft and over her inner thighs, staining the white sheets like scattered flower petals.
The intense pain lasted only a moment, but was followed by a sensation of being skewered by a massive, burning rod. Ran began to whimper softly. Yuu leaned down, kissing away the tears at the corners of her eyes before capturing her mouth again. He thrust his tongue inside, tangling it with hers, sucking her sweet saliva while simultaneously stimulating her clitoris to distract her from the ache.
Gradually, Ran's body softened. The pain receded into the background, and her tongue began to dance back and forth with his. The "Little Yuu," which had been clamped painfully tight, finally felt the surroundings turn velvety. He was tightly encased by her tender petals and the scorching, wet membranes of her canal.
As she relaxed, a tingly, sour-sweet sensation began to spread from her core to her limbs. Yuu felt her juices begin to flow again in earnest. The dry friction vanished, replaced by a torrential flood of lubrication. He began to move his hips in a slow, rhythmic grind.
Ran felt the sensation of him filling her, sending waves of dizzying pleasure through her lower belly. She gasped for air, her moans turning into a melodic, rhythmic song of surrender as she accepted the "dragon" that was now slick with her own essence.
"Ah... mmm... it hurts... but it's so good..."
Ran twisted her body beneath him, her movements becoming more frantic. Yuu accelerated his pace, feeling the layers of her internal flesh wrap around him like a glove. Every time he pulled out and plunged back in, her walls would contract and milk him, her flower heart "biting" the head of his cock.
Linked as one, hearing the frantic thumping of his heart, Ran felt she could sense his every emotion. She decided to show him her own feelings—not through words, but by wrapping her arms around his neck and swaying her hips to meet his thrusts. Instinctively, she mastered the rhythm of the act, moving in perfect harmony with him.
She's a natural, Yuu thought, his soul soaring as the warmth of her body encased his pride. He felt as if he were being squeezed from all sides, her body trying to drain every drop of his essence.
Yuu leaned down to kiss her again, his thrusts becoming more deliberate and powerful. He backed his hips off slightly to give himself more room for long, sweeping lunges, taking care not to be too rough with her delicate interior. He wanted this to be a perfect memory, not just a physical act.
"Mmm..."
Even with her mouth occupied, Ran let out a muffled moan. The strange sensations inside her were overwhelming. Yuu's hands moved to her shoulders, patting her back to comfort her even as he hammered into her. She was drenched in sweat, making her skin feel like slippery silk under his palms.
When they finally broke the kiss, Ran tried to catch her breath, but Yuu's relentless assault shattered her rhythm. Her pleas for mercy only fueled his primal, beastly side. He adjusted his angle, driving the dragon into her most sensitive spots, making her twist and grind against him with even more fervor.
By the end, Ran's moans sounded almost like sobbing. Her beautiful body was slick with perspiration, her strength completely gone. But instead of pity, it triggered Yuu's desire to dominate. He lunged into her with abandon, his hips slamming against her with a "thwack, thwack" sound, his cock long-rooting and long-drawing, ruthlessly ravaging her body.
In this ultimate union of flesh and spirit, Yuu felt a level of pleasure he had never known before. Not even his first time with Hitomi Kujo compared to this. Beyond their intense emotions, Ran's incredible physique made her a "legendary vessel."
When Ran finally trembled, drenching his cock in her warm essence, Yuu felt a jolt of pure electricity. He let out a low growl and erupted, his hot seed blasting into the deepest part of her womb. Ran let out a final, haunting cry of ecstasy, her nerves and senses completely overwhelmed by the impact of his release.
A few moments later, they both collapsed, savoring the cozy afterglow. Ran lay motionless, her body twitching occasionally, letting out soft, incoherent sounds of total satisfaction.