"Haruka, can I be willful just this once?"
Oto Yuko lay on his chest, whispering softly.
Haruka Yuzan cupped her delicate face, dripping with tenderness. His eyes held only submission and obedience, and eventually, he nodded:
"You can, I'll join you in this."
"Haruka, I knew you were the best."
As Oto Yuko spoke, she began to undo the buttons of her blouse.
As her slim-fitting clothes loosened, her fair, youthful body erged like layers of an onion peeling away, revealing her slender neck, a waist that could be encircled with one hand, and her full, pert...
Her charming young form, in the glow of the moonlight, appeared especially captivating.
At that mont, the young lady was dressed in a set of black battle attire, her fair skin made even more sacred by the contrast, with waves crashing over her, enchanting and stirring deep emotions.
Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but kiss her.
The girl's lips were soft, and due to the weather, slightly cool. Haruka Yuzan could clearly feel them quivering beneath his.
"Haruka, take tonight, okay?" Oto Yuko asked softly.
Seeing the sincerity in the young lady's eyes, Haruka Yuzan's reply was simple: "Okay."
The reason he had never laid a hand on the young lady before was not because he was noble or righteous. From the beginning to the end, Haruka Yuzan always thought of himself as a scoundrel.
A scoundrel who played with the emotions of beautiful young girls.
He avoided advancing on the young lady, also fearing future complications.
Actually, inside, he still wanted to free himself from the binds of Oto Yuko, because, after all, who would want a yandere in their harem?
But now, he found himself unable to refuse.
No one could reject a girl whose eyes were filled only with themself.
On the third floor of the Oto family villa.
At the end of the corridor, there was a princess room, which, in Oto Yuko's words, was her childhood room and held sentintal value.
Haruka Yuzan gently laid the girl down on the bed and kissed her.
Oto Yuko wrapped her arms around his neck passionately, her pearly white teeth nipping at his lips, giving Haruka Yuzan a feeling of pain mixed with pleasure.
As the process deepened and Haruka Yuzan removed that last piece of intimate fabric, everything was as he had imagined—the young lady... got silky.
No man could withstand the impact of this silky sight.
As Haruka Yuzan continued to explore, Oto Yuko suddenly widened her eyes, and her long nails left trails of red marks on his back.
"Hisss!"
An incredibly wonderful sensation erged from the body of the young lady, an experience he had never had before.
Haruka Yuzan began... to fumble and fidget.
He didn't feel any resistance, yet he was tightly embraced.
...
"Haruka, from now on, can there only be for you?"
Oto Yuko looked up at the boy on top of her, gently stroking his cheek.
Haruka Yuzan lowered his head and captured the girl's thin lips with his own, his best response.
"If in the future, I accidentally kill you..."
"Then I would join you in that too."
"......"
"Please, please believe , Haruka..."
"......"
"Don't do things that make uncomfortable."
"......"
"Chiba Shimizu has already agreed with ; she won't interfere with our life. Let's spend every day well together, okay?"
"......"
"I love you, Haruka...."
"......"
"I want a child..."
.......
The next day.
When the first rays of the morning sunlight stread through the window, Haruka Yuzan slowly woke up.
A person was lying on his chest. He wanted to move Oto Mizuko away, but hesitated when he saw the alarming kiss marks on the girl's neck.
Nevermind, I can bear it for a while longer.
Last night had been a wild night, and Haruka Yuzan didn't even know after how many tis they had finally fallen asleep.
He moved slightly, and a sensation like being soaked in water surged up.
Hmm, very wild.
They had been joined until now.
Haruka Yuzan picked up his phone from the pillow, and just as he unlocked the screen, he saw a ssage from Reiko Onodera:
"Mr. Haruka, when are you coming back? I made you breakfast."
There were two more ssages like that, from Arisugawa Hoshina, Misaki Saki.
Chiba Shimizu did not send any.
Do you rember last night's words? Have you already withdrawn, Shimizu...
Xuan Long climbed onto a large rock and was stunned by the scenery before him. Towering within the churning, misty sea of white clouds were mud-yellow mountain peaks, with grotesque rocks and rugged pines on the summit. It was like sothing out of a fairyland, dreamy and intoxicating, truly a vision of an immortal mountain.
62. There were ninety-nine peaks, with each peak having its own pavilions. Immortal mountain pavilions were either elegantly beautiful or majestically grand, with a great variety to admire.
63. In the Tang Dynasty, the poet immortal Li Bai, smitten with the marvelous scenery and fine wine of Jiajiang Green Clothes, sought out the immortal mountain. He took a boat to admire the moon on the shores of the Pingqiang River, where he wrote the eternal masterpiece "Song of Ei Mountain by Moonlight."
63. Zaojuwang is an online sentence dictionary, its purpose being to help everyone quickly create higher quality sentences.
64. Upon reaching the mountain top after entering the immortal mountain, Lin Xinyu saw the sect's treasured Chaos Spring Eye.
65. The master planned to retire to Devil Immortal Mountain afterward, intending to lead a life of simplicity with his plum wife and crane children.
66. Nine peaks soaring high, hundreds of ters into the sky, like Heavenly Mountain Immortal Mountain, adorned with crystal pavilions. Alas, they were too distant to see clearly.
67. When Su Liang awoke once more, in front of him was an old Taoist stroking his beard, his Taoist robe stirring without wind, an air of ethereal immortal charm about him as if he could ascend to immortality. He asked with dignity, "Child, do you wish to follow this poor Taoist to seek the Dao and ask for immortality on that immortal mountain?"
68. Tongtian Temple was the royal family's Guoku Temple, also known as Sanbao Jingang Temple, and was a pillar of Buddhist cultivation. Though there were many temples in the world, none could match its stature. High monks were nurous within the temple, which even three great immortal mountains combined would still find themselves at a disadvantage.
69. At the deepest part of the Gods and Demons Battlefield was a mysterious place, a wondrous world bursting with falling blossoms, lush grass, towering immortal mountains, and endless blue skies—a beautiful fairyland with flowing immortal aura and a spectrum of colors.
70. Deep within the Hidden Immortal Mountain Range, there was a place called Guiyun Ridge. The mountains here had overlapping peaks, strange and rugged rocks, continuous undulations, and many abrupt summits.
71. You could see painted railings and richly decorated eaves, beautiful flowers, and rare herbs. It was as if it were immortal mountain pavilions from another realm, a secluded paradise. Jun Ruochen's great ambition was: to climb onto a large rock, only to be startled by the scenery before him. In the turbulent, hazy sea of white clouds stood many mud-yellow mountain peaks, with grotesque rocks and rugged pines on the summit. It was like sothing out of a fairyland, dreamy and intoxicating, truly a vision of an immortal mountain.
62. There were ninety-nine peaks, each with its own pavilions—immortal mountain pavilions that were either elegantly beautiful or majestically grand, a great variety to admire.
63. In the Tang Dynasty, the poet immortal Li Bai, smitten with the marvelous scenery and fine wine of Jiajiang Green Clothes, sought out the immortal mountain. He took a boat to admire the moon on the shores of the Pingqiang River, where he wrote the eternal masterpiece "Song of Ei Mountain by Moonlight."
63. Zaojuwang is an online sentence dictionary, its purpose being to help everyone quickly create higher quality sentences.
64. Upon reaching the mountain top after entering the immortal mountain, Lin Xinyu saw the sect's treasured Chaos Spring Eye.
65. The master planned to retire to Devil Immortal Mountain afterward, intending to lead a life of simplicity with his plum wife and crane children.
66. If it were immortal mountain pavilions, a secluded paradise, Jun Ruochen's great ambition was: to climb onto a large rock, only to be startled by the scenery before him. In the turbulent, hazy sea of white clouds stood many mud-yellow mountain peaks, with grotesque rocks and rugged pines on the summit. It was like sothing out of a fairyland, dreamy and intoxicating, truly a vision of an immortal mountain.
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