Chapter 200 - 199 : Both Pleasured

Chapter 200: Chapter 199 : Both Pleasured

The air still carried the heavy, musky scent of sex — thick ropes of Haruto’s cum, faint traces of Yor’s virgin blood, and the sweet, salty perfume of both girls’ arousal. The cicadas outside sang louder, their steady rhythm filling the quiet room like a living heartbeat.

Haruto lay on his side beside Yor, his thick cock still half-hard and resting against her thigh. He had cleaned her as best he could, but he knew the truth: he had cum a lot inside her. Too much. And now thick, white, creamy ropes of his cum were still slowly leaking out of her freshly torn pussy, pushing out in slow, heavy streams that ran down her swollen folds and soaked the white sheets beneath her.

Yor’s body trembled faintly, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes were half-lidded, a soft, satisfied smile on her lips as she felt the warm, heavy weight of his release still inside her.

Aira sat on the edge of the bed, completely naked, her fingers idly circling her own stiff nipple as she watched the scene with dark, hungry eyes.

Haruto finally pulled himself up, his cum-smeared cock glistening as he moved to sit beside them.

Aira’s voice was soft but commanding.

"Haruto... move. Let me clean her now."

Haruto didn’t argue. He simply shifted to the side, still hard and throbbing, and watched with burning fascination as Aira took over.

Aira didn’t use a towel. She didn’t use water.

She leaned forward slowly and pressed her mouth directly to Yor’s pussy.

The first warm, thick rope of cum immediately flooded her mouth.

Aira moaned deeply, the sound vibrating straight through her body and into Yor’s. She squeezed Yor’s swollen, freshly deflowered folds with two fingers, gently massaging the entrance while she sucked. The pressure made more cum push out — thick, white, creamy strands that Aira swallowed greedily, the wet, obscene sounds of her mouth working on her soulmate’s cum filling the room.

Yor’s head fell back against the pillow. A broken, needy moan escaped her throat.

"What are you doing, Aira...?"

Aira didn’t stop. She kept sucking, her lips stretched wide around the swollen, cum-coated lips of Yor’s pussy. She pushed her tongue inside, scooping out the heavy, warm load that kept leaking in slow, heavy pulses. The taste was thick, salty, and unmistakably Haruto’s — something only he could give her. Aira swallowed every drop, moaning louder with every thick spurt that filled her mouth.

Haruto lay beside them, completely naked, his own cock now rock-hard again as he watched his two favorite girls worship him together.

He didn’t move.

He didn’t speak.

He simply enjoyed.

Yor’s body shook with every swallow from Aira’s mouth. Her heavy thighs trembled. Her heavy breasts bounced as Aira sucked and squeezed her clit with two fingers, milking out the last few drops of Haruto’s cum. Aira’s eyes were half-lidded with pure bliss, her cheeks hollowing as she devoured her soulmate’s load straight from the source.

The room filled with wet, filthy sounds — the soft, rhythmic sucking of Aira’s mouth on Yor’s cum-filled pussy, the faint creak of the old bedframe, and the two girls’ overlapping moans of pleasure.

Haruto simply lay there, cock throbbing, eyes dark with lust, watching as Aira cleaned up his cum from his fiancee’s freshly broken hymen.

He couldn’t do it himself.

He had cum inside Yor.

He had filled her with his seed.

He could drink Yor’s pussy juice, her piss, her squirt, even her ass if she asked.

But he would never drink his own cum.

Never.

But inside the bedroom, the only sound was the wet, hungry sounds of Aira devouring every last drop of Haruto’s thick load while Yor moaned in helpless pleasure beneath her mouth.

And Haruto simply enjoyed.

Aira knelt on the tatami, completely naked, her heavy breasts swaying as she sucked and squeezed Yor’s swollen folds with two fingers. Thick, white, creamy ropes of Haruto’s cum poured out of Yor’s gaping entrance in slow, heavy pulses, filling Aira’s mouth with every swallow. Yor’s body was trembling beneath her, heavy thighs shaking, a broken, needy moan escaping her throat.

Haruto lay beside them, his thick, veined cock still glistening with a mix of Yor’s blood and his own cum, the head swollen and dark from the intensity of the orgasm he had just given her.

He reached out and gently cupped Aira’s face, tilting her chin up so their eyes met.

"Aira..." he murmured, his voice rough and dripping with lust, "want to suck the source of the cum?"

Aira’s eyes flashed with pure, wicked hunger. A slow, satisfied smile curved her lips as she swallowed the last thick strand that had been coating her tongue.

"I want to suck with pleasure," she whispered, voice husky and teasing.

Haruto didn’t need to say it twice.

He simply nodded and pointed to the wide bed.

"Lay down, Aira."

Aira crawled onto the bed on all fours, then lay back slowly, her long ponytail spreading across the white pillow. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples stiff and dark. Her thick thighs parted naturally, her shaved pussy already glistening with fresh arousal. She looked up at him with sparkling, inviting eyes.

Haruto rose to his knees between her legs. He took the bottle of lube from the table and poured a generous amount directly onto his throbbing cock. The thick, clear gel coated every inch of his thick, veined shaft, making it shine obscenely under the fading afternoon light. He gave it a slow, firm stroke, then positioned himself over Aira’s face.

He gripped the base of his cock with one hand and pressed the swollen, lubed head against her lips.

"Open for me, Aira," he said softly.

Aira parted her lips eagerly. Haruto pushed forward.

The moment the thick head breached her mouth, Aira moaned loudly around it — the vibration traveling straight through his shaft and into his spine.

"Fuuuuck..." she gasped, the sound muffled and filthy as her lips stretched wide around his girth. Her tongue pushed forward immediately, swirling over the sensitive underside while Haruto fed her every inch.

He began to fuck her mouth slowly, deliberately, the same way he fucked Yor’s pussy.

He pulled back until only the head remained inside her, then pushed in deep, burying his cock halfway down her throat. Aira’s eyes watered, but she kept moaning, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. Saliva immediately flooded around his shaft, running down his balls and onto the sheets beneath her. The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth working him filled the room — loud, rhythmic, filthy.

Haruto’s hips began to move.

He fucked her mouth with deep, steady strokes — in and out, in and out — the thick head sliding against her tongue, pressing against the back of her throat with every thrust. Her lips stretched tight around his girth, the clear lube making everything slick and shiny. Aira’s hands gripped his thighs, holding him deep while she moaned around his cock, the vibration making his balls tighten.

The sensation was overwhelming.

Haruto’s eyes rolled back. His cock throbbed violently inside her mouth. He could feel every ridge, every vein, every hot pulse of her saliva as she swallowed and sucked him with pure, hungry pleasure. He was so horny it hurt.

"Aira... your mouth... fuck... it’s so good..." he groaned, his voice cracking.

He started fucking her face harder now, the bed creaking loudly with every deep thrust. Aira’s eyes were half-lidded, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks, her own pussy dripping onto the sheets as she watched him lose control. She kept moaning around his cock, the vibration pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

The bedroom was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the soft gagging, the loud moans, and the rhythmic creak of the old wooden bedframe.

Haruto was completely lost in the overwhelming heat of Aira’s mouth — the tight, wet suction, the swirling tongue, the way she moaned like she was being fucked herself.

And Aira... Aira was in heaven, her soulmate’s cock buried deep in her throat while she gave him the pleasure only a girl who loved him could give.

Inside the bedroom, the only thing that existed was the wet, hungry sounds of Haruto fucking Aira’s mouth like he was fucking the two girls who had just given him their bodies, their love, and their souls.

Haruto is someone who believes that love should never be divided by favoritism. When he accepts someone as his soulmate, he gives her his heart completely and sincerely. He wants every person he loves to feel equally valued, respected, protected, and cherished. To Haruto, being in a relationship is not about deciding who deserves more love; it is about making sure that none of his soulmates ever feels neglected or less important than the others.

He pays attention to their emotions, remembers the little things that make them happy, and tries to stand beside each of them when they are struggling. His love is not measured merely by words or affection, but by the effort he makes to understand each person’s individual needs. Even when circumstances become difficult, Haruto refuses to treat one soulmate as more valuable simply because she is closer to him at a particular moment.

However, this devotion is also his greatest vulnerability.

Haruto’s greatest weakness is the very people he loves.

His enemies may be unable to defeat him through strength, intelligence, or determination, but threatening someone precious to him can shake his entire resolve. Haruto can remain calm when he himself is hurt, betrayed, or placed in danger. But when one of his girls suffers, his rationality begins to waver. The pain of someone he loves affects him far more deeply than his own.

This creates a dangerous contradiction within him. Haruto wants to be strong enough to protect everyone, yet the stronger his attachment becomes, the more vulnerable he becomes to losing them. His enemies can exploit that weakness by targeting his emotions rather than his body.

For Haruto, love is therefore both his greatest source of strength and his greatest vulnerability.

The people he loves give him a reason to keep moving forward, a reason to endure suffering, and a reason to become stronger. But they are also the people capable of bringing him to his knees.

He understands this contradiction, but he would never choose to stop loving them just to make himself stronger.

Because, to Haruto, becoming invulnerable would mean becoming someone who no longer understands what he is fighting for.