Chapter 232 Melting Night -15
Chapter 232 Melting Night -15
Morning.
Lying in bed, Jiha barely managed to lift his heavy eyelids.
His body felt like waterlogged cotton, utterly spent.
On either side, the succubus Yura and the demon Asira were fast asleep, arms wrapped around his neck.
"Just how many... times was it?"
He hadn't slept for even two hours.
Yura and Asira's heated offensive, their cries that had reached a fever pitch, still echoed vividly in his ears.
"......."
He was certain he'd been the one awake until the very end, so by all rights, he'd won.
Incredibly, his manhood stood rigidly erect toward the ceiling.
Even after an entire night of exertion, it was hard again come morning.
"It's my own body, but still...."
Well, with two stunning beauties plastered to his sides, it would be stranger not to be aroused.
The urge to taste these females again—the ones who had synchronized their breathing so perfectly last night to melt him—crept up slyly.
"......."
A surge of raw desire to flip them over and wake them up, to reaffirm the ranking, the relationship, that he was on top.
But these women were enchantresses.
The succubus Yura was, of course, a specialist in melting Jiha completely, and Asira was not far behind.
Having shed the mantle of the protector, Asira had spent the entire night actively learning from Yura, trying to mount Jiha over and over again.
It was a miracle he'd withstood the combined assault of these two women....
"......."
If he did it now, they'd definitely wake up and pounce on him as a duo again.
As Jiha tried to get up, Asira, who had her arm coiled around his neck, opened her eyes with a tired expression.
"It's morning."
"Mmm."
But Asira didn't let go. Instead, she pressed him down with her upper body, making it impossible for him to rise.
The woman's soft, plush breasts pushed against his chest, pinning him down with her weight.
"......."
When he was held captive and unable to get up, Jiha tsked.
Thinking Asira was still drunk on sleep, he tried to pry her off, but perhaps hearing the noise, Yura opened her eyes and smiled softly.
"Are you awake, Jiha?"
With a bashful face, Yura kissed Jiha's cheek.
At the affection-filled kiss, Jiha hesitated for a moment, then smiled.
"Did you sleep well? I'm starting to get hungry...."
Jiha, who had been speaking, fell silent. Yura's hand, wriggling under the blanket, had grasped his manhood firmly.
The moment she started kneading his morning erection as if it were an amusing toy, words failed him.
"You're still so hard...."
As Yura whispered coyly, a mixture of shyness and sensuality, Jiha suppressed the impulse of his lust.
"I said let's eat breakfast."
"......Really?"
Yura didn't let go and only smiled slyly.
Implying that he actually wanted more and was just pretending to stop.
Fanning the flames of a man's desire.
"Mmm, is it morning already...?"
Asira, now awake, murmured that and then kissed Jiha.
Peck.
A light morning kiss, lips meeting lips, a gesture like a baby bird begging for food.
By now, her reluctance to kiss Jiha in front of Yura had faded.
"Yura, we should eat breakfast."
"Mmm, but I'd like to please you, Jiha, before that."
"......Oh, shall we?"
Yura and Asira exchanged remarks back and forth as they stared intently at Jiha.
Both women had their arms wrapped around Jiha's neck and didn't show the slightest intention of moving away.
All three were naked. The two beauties' breasts, underarms, and smooth bellies were pressing against and touching him all over, making his sexual desire stir almost automatically.
"Mmph...."
Jiha, about to speak, swallowed his groan.
After Yura, Asira had also grabbed his manhood.
They kneaded it just shy of hurting him, and as the two women worked him with their exquisitely synchronized moves, the strength drained from his body in an instant.
Slither.
The two women gently stroked his shaft and rubbed their palms against his sensitive glans.
Not stopping there, Yura parted the cleft at the tip of the glans, an incredibly sensitive spot, and a spine-tingling chill trembled through his body.
No man could endure this.
"......Hoo."
The two females pinned him down with perfectly matched teamwork, making escape nearly impossible.
Yura looked at him with eyes tinged with regret.
"We want to serve you more."
"Mmm, that's true. An opportunity like this doesn't come every day."
"Well, yes, but... mm."
Jiha tried to keep his composure, but when Yura's fingers gently toyed with his urethra, he couldn't help but stiffen.
The most critical of a man's vital spots. This was unbearable.
As Jiha flinched, Yura cast her eyes down but didn't stop the stimulation. Asira furrowed her brow, then reached her hand down and cupped Jiha's testicles.
Once the two sagging sacks were caught in a woman's hand, Jiha truly couldn't move.
Even after completely conquering these peerless beauties, and in a situation where he could have them anytime, Jiha didn't do it every single day as part of his self-discipline.
It was a way of steeling himself, afraid he might slip up by sinking into lust like he had on Earth.
But a seductive temptation like this from the two women, he figured, would be fine to give in to just for a little while.
"Mmm, mm."
As Jiha's voice relaxed, Yura and Asira slowly licked his chest.
Lick. Lick.
"Ugh...."
The succubus's tongue and the demon knight's tongue tickled his chest, and Jiha couldn't help but groaned.
Being caressed by the two women at the same time sent a tremor from deep within his loins, arousing him in an instant.
Yura's tongue and Asira's tongue teased and tickled Jiha's nipples before biting down gently.
"Urk...."
It isn't just women who feel things in their nipples.
As the two women held his sensitive nipples between their lips and sucked earnestly, a hot, exhilarating sensation shot all the way up to the crown of his head.
"Ugh, hah...."
Being seduced and caressed by two beautiful women first thing in the morning wasn't unpleasant for Jiha.
Wasn't this a situation any man would be happy with?
"......."
The two women, reading his mind, kneaded the soft pouch beneath his manhood in their hands.
A teasing touch that reflexively stole his breath. Yura stroked the shaft with exquisite, fluctuating pressure, and Asira toyed with the pouch in her hand, rolling it like a plaything.
The erection that had been a simple physiological phenomenon was now hardened with pure lust.
The two women's lips and tongues licked Jiha's chest, rolled his nipples around, and nibbled on them gently.
He tried to suppress the moan that was about to escape, but the sultry gaze Yura directed up at him showed that she already knew he was aroused.
Yura smiled, shyly.
"Please... relax and enjoy yourself."
After saying that, Yura slipped under the blanket, and in turn, Asira climbed on top.
As Asira smiled gently and bowed her head toward Jiha, there was a sense of satisfaction at having melted a male.
"Mmm."
As Yura swallowed his manhood under the blanket, Jiha bit his lip.
The pleasure of being sucked in hard, his manhood—exceptionally sensitive from just waking up—was being devoured into a damp and warm place.
"Kuh...."
As Jiha tried his best not to make a sound, Asira kissed him and gently stroked his hair.
At the touch meant to soothe a male and the gaze drenched in affection, Jiha's body trembled.
This was a stage the two women had set up to break down Jiha's restraint, so he would forget everything and just enjoy himself while with them.
"......."
The body is honest.
Every time Yura, hidden beneath the blanket, moved, the damp sensation rubbing against his shaft made his body run hot.
Having a manhood that regained its power in the morning even after an entire night's work, and having it caressed while in the sensitive state of a morning erection—there was no way it could feel anything but good.
The two women had put their heads together adorably to satisfy him even more, and as physical pleasure and psychological satisfaction intertwined, his body melted away.
"Hoooo...."
As Yura attacked from below, Asira bent down and pushed her breast into Jiha's mouth.
At her affectionate gaze, urging him to relax and enjoy himself, Jiha deliberately sucked on her roughly.
"Ah, haht...!"
Asira's nipple hardened instantly from Jiha's rough suction and began to grow erect.
Hearing Asira's moans made the part Yura was sucking below grow even harder.
The two females, knowing they had succeeded in ensnaring their male, became bolder.
Asira hugged Jiha's head tightly and pressed her voluptuous breast against him, while taking his hand and guiding it to fondle her other breast.
Even as she did so, she used her own fingers—index and middle—to pinch Jiha's nipple, gently rolling and softly stimulating it.
Slurp. Slurp.
Below, Yura kept moving under the blanket, continuing the stimulation... and then a novel pressure wrapped around the shaft and squeezed.
"Grrk...."
The sensation of a soft, plush mass pressing in ecstatically from all sides—pleasure no man could withstand. Jiha furrowed his brow involuntarily.
As Jiha's breathing grew ragged, Asira reached out with a satisfied face and gently pulled the blanket aside.
Yura's form, hidden beneath the blanket, was revealed.
From the glans to the root, his manhood was completely buried in the overwhelmingly voluptuous breasts she was so proud of.
The darkish male organ, trapped within the white breasts and standing erect—it was an indecent, licentious sight, no matter who saw it.
"Mmm...."
Yura caught her own breasts in both hands, pressed, and shook them, toying with his manhood.
The combination of elasticity and melting pleasure made the man's hips buck involuntarily.
"Mmm...."
It was something they had done before, but doing it again felt even better.
Not many women could do it with their chests, and even among those who were physically capable, some were disgusted by the act... but Yura's breasts had an overwhelming size and incredible elasticity, and seeing Jiha enjoy it made her even more enthusiastic.
Waking up in the morning and receiving oral service on his freshly erect manhood, only to now thrust it between those captivating breasts and enjoy himself.
It was a situation where even the most iron-willed man would be forced to loosen up.
"......."
Asira amplified the pleasure with her hands and lips as she let Jiha continue to suckle at her breast.
Burying a rigid manhood between one woman's breasts and shaking it, while sucking and fondling another woman's breasts. Who could possibly refuse this?
"Hoo, hoo...."
Before he knew it, Jiha had forgotten everything and started thrusting his hips upward.
In pleasure beyond its limits, the male instinct to forget all circumstance and pursue greater ecstasy took precedence.
"Hnn, hoooh...."
As the manhood buried deep in her chest rampaged wildly, Yura skillfully stimulated it with her breasts, amplifying the pleasure.
Jiha bucked his hips in a daze while one hand roughly grabbed Asira's breast and sucked hard.
His other hand didn't stay idle, greedily fondling her other breast to claim it as his own.
"Ah, haaa...."
Responding to the completely unguarded Jiha's demands, Asira pushed her breasts against him, begging to be tormented more.
As the sight of a light-blue mound of flesh filled his vision to the point of suffocation, his hips shook even faster.
"Jiha, don't hold back...."
"Uh, uuht...."
Still, a man's instinct is to hold onto the pleasure as long as possible.
As Jiha moved roughly but tried to endure, Yura acted as if she would release her breasts slightly, only to clamp them tightly from both sides.
As if trapping and devouring Jiha's manhood entirely, the valley of her breasts pressed down intensely and stimulated him... and the man's vision went hazy.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
From the tip of the man's roughly convulsing body, a white seed shot upward.
Not ending in a single burst, the semen erupted repeatedly, splattering up to Yura's chin and cheek.
As Jiha shuddered and came, Yura rubbed her breasts together strongly and pressed them down over and over again so he could enjoy it to the very end.
"Grk...."
A second ejaculation. As white fluid kept spurting out, Jiha pulled his mouth away from Asira's breast, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her.
Asira, delighted by the demand of his lips, tangled her tongue with his.
The pleasure of a morning ejaculation repeated while his tongue danced with a woman's. A feeling of relief and release swirled with a melting pleasure that spread from his legs to his waist as he spilled himself completely in the morning.
"Hah, haaah...."
Jiha, who had been indulging in Asira's lower lip for a long while, finally came to his senses and opened his eyes.
Asira looked down at him with eyes overcome with happiness, kissed him softly, and then pulled away.
"......."
Lifting his gaze and looking down, he saw that Yura's breasts were thoroughly dirtied by the fluid he had spewed.
Just as he had released so much yesterday, now in the morning the mess stretched from her chin to her nape and collarbone again, and seeing it made his head feel blank.
But it also gave him a deep sense of satisfaction as a man.
"......You two. Ugh, uukh."
Jiha, about to speak, groaned.
Slurp. Slurp. Slluurrp.
Yura was holding his post-ejaculation glans in her mouth and stimulating it.
As if she had no intention of leaving even a single drop in his urethra, the sucking motions—working it like a straw—made his hips lift off the bed involuntarily.
A vacuum inside her mouth. It was pleasure that felt like being drained from the very root, literally.
"Kuuu...."
As Jiha frowned from the tremendous pleasure, Asira pleaded fervently into his ear.
"......If punishment is to be given, I'll take it first."
If that's the case, then she'll get it.