Midnight Disturbance at the Metropolitan Museum of Art
I slid her panties down and drove my cock into the glistening slit of Aris’s pussy. The head stretched her wide as it sank inside. It had been a while, so she seemed to struggle just a little with my size.
“Haa… It’s so thick♥ Ryuta, ugh! It feels even bigger than before~!!”
With a lewd moan, Aris’s walls clenched and welcomed me in a wet, eager ripple.
Hmm. If I compared her to Nae Fitzgerald, my aunt’s pussy always felt like it was frantically trying to push out a foreign intruder that wasn’t the one it had known for years, giving the whole act a sharper edge of violation. Aris, on the other hand, was tight from the long break, yet because I was the only man who had ever been inside her, the fit was perfect, almost cozy.
That didn’t mean her pussy was any less stimulating. On the contrary, it was an S-class, snug, perfectly molded sleeve that gripped me like it had been made for my cock alone.
“Mmmh…! Don’t, ugh…! Think about other women right now♥”
I don’t know how they do it, but the moment my cock is buried to the hilt, women can tell when my mind wanders to someone else. It’s honestly impressive.
Further comparisons would have been rude anyway. I had a bet to pay up on, and the winner was right here beneath me. Time to focus.
I already knew every one of Aris’s weak spots by heart. I raked them deliberately with the ridge of my glans, stabbed the front of my shaft against them, and dragged her straight into a swamp of pleasure so deep she couldn’t think straight.
“Haaang…! Uh, haaang…! Ryuta, haa, something’s wrong, I’m gonna cum♥”
Maybe because it had been so long, Aris was moaning louder than usual. The instant her pussy fluttered with the first warning spasms, I deliberately pulled out, letting the rim of my cockhead scrape her inner walls with a wet, dragging sound. The result was immediate.
“Aaaaahng!!”
Head thrown back, body trembling violently, Aris came hard. I lifted her, then lay down so she could ride me. She was a model now, but she could sing beautifully; someday she might become an idol. Practicing how to move on top of a man seemed like useful training.
“Shake your hips for me.”
“Okay♥”
Her eyes were still a little dazed from the first orgasm, but she smiled brightly, positioned her soaked pussy over my cock, and slowly sank down. She took every inch in one smooth glide until I kissed her cervix, then let out a loud “Ahn!” and began rolling her hips in sensual little circles, rubbing me against her deepest spots.
I laced my fingers behind my head and simply enjoyed the view. Sunlight poured into the room from the New York afternoon sky while a stunning blonde beauty danced on my waist. Before my possession, something like this would have been unimaginable. Now it felt perfectly natural.
“Hngh…! Ah, it feels so good…! Ryuta♥”
The best part of cowgirl is that the woman can control her own pleasure. Aris quickly adjusted the angle to keep her overly sensitive pussy from tipping over the edge too fast, all while working her hips with eager determination.
The angle was completely different from missionary, so every thrust felt fresh and electric. She was already racing toward her third climax, and I was getting close myself. I unlocked my hands, grabbed her slim waist, and started slamming upward at full speed.
Flesh slapped against flesh in a rapid pak pak pak. Aris’s eyes rolled back.
“Uhhng, ooh! Haat! Too hard, Ryutaahng♥ I’m gonna cum!”
“I’m close too, so hold on just a little longer.”
Suddenly pinned by my grip and pounded with merciless speed, Aris lost the ability to speak. I held her waist suspended in the air like a living fleshlight, giving her nowhere to escape the onslaught of pleasure. She could only ride the waves, helpless and shaking.
“Kgh! I’m cumming!”
“Me too… cum! Cum with me…!”
I yanked her hips down as I thrust up, sealing us together with zero gap, and erupted deep inside her.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Like a heart hammering after a sprint, my cock pulsed and throbbed, flooding her with thick, hot cum.
“Huuu… ngh, Ryutaaa♥ Kiss me… kiss me…!”
While I was still pumping rope after rope into her, Aris shuddered through an enormous orgasm and collapsed against my chest, seeking my mouth. Aftercare mattered, so I kissed her gently and stroked her back with tender hands.
After a long, lazy kiss, I shifted my arm so she could lie beside me. Using my bicep as a pillow, Aris gazed up at me with sparkling, honey-sweet eyes and gave me a bright smile.
“You never planned to show me around New York at all, did you?”
“That’s not true~. I just… couldn’t hold back when I saw you, Ryuta…”
She twisted her body shyly as she answered. She seemed a little embarrassed about breaking her own promise. She had boldly driven me out saying she would give me a proper tour of the city, yet all we had done was explore the inside of her pussy. It was understandable that she felt a bit ashamed.
“Was it that good? Want to go again?”
“Aww… I don’t knooow♥”
“Then should we leave the hotel right now and start the tour?”
I was only teasing her because she was acting cute and evasive, but the moment I suggested actually going outside, Aris shook her head vigorously.
“Two… times…”
“Hm?”
“Besides this one, two more times. Then we can go tour New York. Hehe.”
She hugged me tightly, using aegyo to cover her embarrassment, and begged for two more rounds. I had a feeling it wouldn’t stop at two… Looked like New York sightseeing was off the table again today.
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Pshut!
Otagi Yuka snapped her head back with superhuman reflexes, dodging the silver bullet by a hair. Vampires normally regenerated from physical trauma almost instantly, but wounds from silver or consecrated weapons healed slowly and hurt far worse than normal.
The Shadowless Squad of Kurotsukido knew exactly how to hunt vampires. They came armed with silver-tipped ammunition and never engaged at night when a vampire’s power reached its peak.
Because it was summer and the days were long, Otagi Yuka had been forced into brutal daytime battles the moment the squad arrived. Still, her familiarity with the terrain and occasional help from the dark merchants had kept the fight balanced.
After ducking behind a building to escape the hail of bullets, she spotted a rat. Her eyes flashed crimson. One of a vampire’s gifts—domination of small animals—activated. She fastened a remote-detonated bomb to the rat and sent it scurrying toward the squad.
Sharing the rat’s vision, she guided the creature close, then triggered the explosive.
BOOM!!!
Even though the bomb had been miniaturized to fit on a rat, the point-blank blast killed two squad members instantly. Otagi Yuka accelerated her blood flow and charged the survivors at blinding speed.
Earlier the net of silver fire had pinned her down, but now, with two dead and the rest disoriented by the explosion, this was her chance to thin their numbers.
Pshut! Pshut! Pshut!
She weaved to avoid the silenced muzzles, closed the distance on one man, and sliced his throat open with a blade of blood energy before racing past.
“Glurk…!”
The squad member collapsed with a wet gurgle. Blood energy poured from his corpse and flowed straight into Otagi Yuka.
She whirled on the remaining four like a storm, raking at them with blood-drenched claws.
Even while cornered and fighting for their lives, the squad made no sound. They operated like machines, firing silver bullets with mechanical precision. These men were nothing like the sloppy underlings from Kurotsukido’s New York branch she had crushed before.
Those thugs scattered the moment a few of them fell. The Shadowless Squad, however, held their ground until reinforcements arrived. Many times before, follow-up teams had shown up mid-battle and turned the tables on her.
This time was no different. The moment she beheaded two of the four, dozens of bullets rained down. Then a figure wrapped in black fog stepped forward and swung a massive black scythe at her head.
Otagi Yuka leapt backward, barely avoiding the blade. The scythe was neither silver nor consecrated, yet every instinct in her body screamed that being cut by it would be fatal.
“Hmph. You’re quick…”
The fog-shrouded figure spoke in a raspy, distorted voice that made it impossible to tell whether they were male or female. Otagi Yuka instantly understood—this was Muyounggui, the leader of the execution squad that had been hunting her.
“Hah!”
Muyounggui swung the scythe again. Otagi Yuka dodged once more, but she wasn’t only defending. She shaped her blood energy into a greatsword and met the black blade head-on.
Clang!
The collision shook the entire building and made the air itself tremble. Both of them possessed monstrous power.
Pshut!
While she dueled Muyounggui, squad members in the rear kept taking firing stances, providing covering fire whenever their leader was at a disadvantage. The fight had already been even at best; with their support, Otagi Yuka was steadily forced back.
Yet a vampire’s tenacity was not easily broken. She endured, and endured, until the sun finally set and moonlight poured strength into her body. Only then did Muyounggui speak in a cold, echoing tone.
“That’s enough for today. Retreat!”
At the command the Shadowless Squad withdrew like a receding tide. They clearly had no intention of fighting her when the conditions favored her. Or perhaps they had another scheme in mind.
“…Damn it!”
Otagi Yuka glared in the direction they had vanished, lips bitten nearly bloody. Though they had retreated, the humiliating feeling of being hunted like prey left her seething.
“This isn’t working… I need to ask Eve.”
With a grim expression, she turned and hurried toward the Dark Merchant’s New York branch.
-----Unused Aris Illustrations
The illustrations I made yesterday.
For some reason I was craving ultra-mini jeans today, so I made these. Haha.