~Aaaah... there’s nothing better than spending a cold winter day in a warm indoor pool with the girls I love... so relaxing...~
Hakuto lounges with his arms spread along the edge of the jacuzzi, enjoying the end of an intense afternoon spent going up and down giant water slides—he feels like a kid again.
Well, not exactly, since as a kid he barely went to places like this.
Shin’s unstable job, after being kicked out from his role as director of HESPARC Japan, forced them to live modestly.
A day in a waterpark was a luxury they couldn’t afford.
Rika and Yuzu also bask in the sa relaxation, nearly half-asleep beside him—their heads resting on his outstretched arms. Lucrezia takes advantage of the "too relaxed to argue" state of the Kurotsuki sisters by comfortably settling between Hakuto’s legs, her back leaning against his chest.
Chantal, instead, sits on the opposite edge of the tub, hugging Elisabeth, who is seated on her lap.
Initially, the two girls had planned, especially with chatty Lucrezia around, to avoid doing anything that might hint at more than simple friendship between them.
Even though their brief one-week relationship is overflowing with passion, there’s a certain embarrassnt—maybe even sha—not for their feelings, but for what their classmates might say, especially in a country like Italy, where the ntality remains rather outdated and far from a beacon of civil rights.
But neither Hakuto, nor Rika, and certainly not Yuzu, could accept such a situation.
Two girls who clearly liked each other being forced to act like re friends out of fear of judgnt is unacceptable.
Yuzu even seed to take it way too personally.
«I’ve been glued to my beloved Hakuto all day, making out without a care, and plenty of other couples are doing the sa! And nobody’s said anything or even looked at us funny! So why the hell should you two worry?! If anyone says sothing, I’ll break their skull open!»
And to everyone’s surprise, even gossip-loving Lucrezia didn’t bat an eye.
She only responded with a calm but annoyed: «I already figured it out, okay? It didn’t take a genius! And you’re assholes for not telling sooner. I was the only one left in the dark—what do you take for? Just so you know, I’m seriously offended!»
It wasn’t just an expression—Lucrezia truly was offended.
That’s why Rika and Yuzu had been stricter than usual, letting her stay snuggled between Hakuto’s legs—a gesture ant to help her get over it, and one she wasted no ti taking advantage of.
Hakuto, imrsed in deep relaxation, flinches slightly when he suddenly feels a small, soft hand slip into his swim trunks, touching and massaging him more and more intimately and vigorously.
It takes only seconds before his erection swells.
Hakuto shoots a quick glance first at Rika, then at Yuzu—both still beside him—but they seem to have fallen into a deep sleep.
The hand doesn’t belong to either of them, but to Lucrezia, who pretends to be indifferent—probably so Chantal and Elisabeth, sitting in front of them, won’t notice.
Not that it matters—both of them also seem lost in that hot-water-induced daze.
Lucrezia leans back slightly, her spine pressing against his chest, while Hakuto’s huge erection pushes through the thin fabric of his swimsuit, nestled between her cheeks.
Lucrezia’s body is pretty average—a normal chest, a normal butt, normal thighs. Everything about her is average, unlike Rika’s ridiculous ass or Yuzu’s massive boobs... not to ntion Kagura, who combines both traits in even more exaggerated proportions.
Maybe it’s exactly this normalcy Hakuto isn’t used to that awakens sothing carnal inside him.
While Lucrezia’s hands, hidden behind her back, rummage between Hakuto’s legs, practically playing with his erection, he is far less discreet.
One last careful glance around—Rika and Yuzu show no signs of life.
In fact, Yuzu is even snoring a little.
Chantal and Elisabeth... no, they’re definitely not sleeping.
That’s just what they want people to think, but Hakuto’s trained eye doesn’t miss the subtle movent beneath the surface, the odd ripple in the water... Chantal’s hands are busy too.
Both are inside Elisabeth’s panties: the tips of her right index and middle fingers gently massage Elisabeth’s pussy, while her left hand grips her ass.
And now that he notices... Elisabeth’s face is slightly tense, almost imperceptibly.
Hakuto has the sa intention as Chantal—right hand between Lucrezia’s thighs, left hand clutching her ass.
But Lucrezia is far less discreet and has much less self-control than Elisabeth.
Mostly because of Hakuto’s flawless technique, refined through months of training with Kagura.
He’s learned how to pleasure a woman in any condition—even underwater.
The way Lucrezia struggles to hold back her moans and keep a low profile is so amusing that Chantal and Elisabeth smirk—but Lucrezia doesn’t seem to notice a thing.
The more intense Hakuto’s massages beco, the more evident Lucrezia’s moans grow, and the tighter her fingers wrap around his erection.
«Oh, fuck this, doing it in secret is such a pain...» Lucrezia grumbles.
Then she suddenly turns around, now sitting directly on Hakuto’s lap, their thighs intertwined.
She frees his beast by pulling his swimwear down just enough... and sits right on it.
Lucrezia isn’t a virgin—far from it.
Ever since she was twelve, she’s had a clear knack for this kind of thing... but none of the thirteen guys she’s been with co anywhere close to Hakuto, either in size or in skill.
Hakuto’s tongue slips into her mouth, muffling her moans, while her hips ride his cock up and down at an impressive pace, despite the water’s resistance.
Hakuto’s hands ache with the urge to grab her modest breasts or her pleasant little ass, but he can’t—Rika and Yuzu’s heads are resting there, and he’s doing everything he can to keep them still so they don’t wake up.
But Hakuto’s attention is suddenly drawn to sothing—sothing brushes his foot.
Clearly a foot from soone sitting in front of him.
He looks past Lucrezia and... Chantal is giving him a thumbs-up and a wink, as if congratulating him on yet another conquest, while she’s now very openly groping Elisabeth’s small breasts, teasing her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Hakuto chuckles silently, winking back, but is imdiately taken aback by the gesture.
Chantal had never acted that friendly toward him.
Even when they were having regular sex, she was always cold and gruff, and the intimacy was purely orgasm-focused—no cuddles or embraces like with Rika and Yuzu.
It’s now clear to Hakuto that finally eting her soulmate—sohow, her Soulmate, even if Chantal isn’t a succubus—has completely changed her.
And he really likes this new Chantal, more human and empathetic, much less combative, though when it cos to Elisabeth, she still shows her claws and can terrify with just a glare, just like before.
Hakuto lets his head fall back against the edge of the tub and sighs, as their orgasms mix with the bubbling water around them.
♡♡♡
«Co on, my beloved daughter, just a mont more and the ritual will be complete!» Raelos exclaims impatiently.
Ana, completely naked and her body covered in countless wounds, crouches with her knees to her chest inside the golden basin etched with glowing violet inscriptions—now filled to the brim.
According to what Raelos told her, now that the basin holds enough blood, the final elent needed to complete the ritual is the succubus’s pleasure fluid.
That’s why Ana, under the increasingly intense and oppressive magical influence of her father, touches herself—so that her orgasm can join the blood she’s imrsed in.
Ana’s moans fill the air, but they’re not of pleasant pleasure.
They’re sothing forced, unnatural.
Pleasure triggered solely by the stimulation of her intimate areas, with nothing real or heartfelt about it.
«Move, damn it! You’ve been in there over an hour! Why aren’t you cumming yet?! If I could, I’d make you cum myself in an instant—but if my fluids mix with your blood, the ritual would be ruined! I guess I’ll have to raise the dosage! I didn’t want to go this far, but I have no choice!»
Raelos’s irises flash violet, and Ana’s do the sa a mont later.
In her mind, images of Hakuto start forming more vividly—like a series of rapid snapshots.
Through his magic, Raelos has awakened her deepest desires.
He can’t see exactly what she’s envisioning, but he can guess, given how attached she’s been to her Soulmate ever since their reunion.
And that only fuels his rage.
Still, he must hold it back—at least until the ritual is complete.
His fury grows even more when Ana, now overwheld by real and mounting pleasure, gasps Hakuto’s na with a stifled voice and ragged breath, while her fingers move faster and with more passion.
«H-Hakuto... Hakuto... I want you, Hakuto... aaaaah...»
It takes just a second for her orgasm to erupt, spreading through the basin like an oily bloom.
At that point, Raelos can no longer hold back his repressed rage.
He grabs Ana by the hair with a brutality far beyond anything he’s shown before.
He yanks her back violently, then slams his knee into her face, sending her flying out of the golden basin.
She now lies collapsed on the floor, her nose and jaw shattered, a pool of blood mixed with several teeth spilling from her mouth.
And Raelos, standing before the basin, gazes at it with trembling excitent, as the red surface begins to bubble, then glow faintly violet, and finally show images.
Images of Hakuto, relaxing in a pool with several girls.
The scene expands outward and upward, like a reverse zoom, until the entire city of Ro becos clearly visible.
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