Kouhei’s breathing grew ragged, every thrust from below slamming deep into Nagisa’s pussy, making her cry out louder with each bounce. Her hips rolled and slammed down in desperate rhythm, wet sounds echoing shamelessly throughout the room.
"Ahhhhhhhnnnnnn~! Nnnnghhhhh, Kou-kun—so deep, it’s tearing me apart! I-It’s too much, but it feels so fucking good—ahhhhhhhnnnnnn~!" Nagisa screamed, her nails dragging against his chest, leaving faint red marks as her entire body trembled from the waves of pleasure flooding her.
Misuzu kissed Kouhei harder, muffling his groans as her tongue tangled with his again, her lips hot and needy. Her hand slid to his cheek, caressing him, while her other hand reached down to rub and pinch his nipple, making his body jolt with sharp sparks of sensation.
Kouhei groaned into her mouth, while Nagisa was moaning.
"Mmmmhhhnnn... nghhh, anghhhh~...!"
His cock twitched violently inside Nagisa, throbbing, ready to explode.
Nagisa leaned forward now, breasts pressing against his chest, her lips dangerously close to his ear as her voice spilled out in broken, high-pitched cries. "Cum for me, Kou-kun—ahhhhnnnn! Fill me just like you did with Misuzu...! I want it all inside me, I want your hot cum pouring deep into my pussy—ahhhhhhhnnnnnn~!"
Her walls clamped down around him so tight it was like her pussy was trying to strangle his cock, milking every twitch, every vein, and every movement.
"Ahhhhnnnnn... ahhhh, nghhh, I-I can’t—K-Kou-kun, I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum—!"
Kouhei growled, his voice muffled against Misuzu’s mouth as she kept kissing him, her tongue sliding deeper, tasting every groan he tried to let out.
Nagisa’s pace became frantic and desperate. She slammed down harder, faster, her juices splashing out around his cock, dripping down his thighs, her cries breaking into a scream.
"AHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNN~! I’M CUMMING—KOU-KUN, I’M CUMMINGGGGGGGGG~!"
Her body convulsed violently, back arching, thighs shaking uncontrollably as a flood of pleasure tore through her. Her pussy clamped down like a vise, spasming around him, pulling him deeper.
That was the final push.
Kouhei’s whole body stiffened, his grip on her hips crushingly tight as he thrust upward with one final slam.
"—AHHHHHHHH—NGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!"
He exploded inside her, hot cum gushing into Nagisa’s spasming pussy, filling her completely. The warmth spread instantly, and she screamed even louder, body shaking wildly as the sensation of being stuffed full sent her over the edge again.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~! Y-YESSSSS, IT’S FILLING ME—SO HOT, SO MUCH CUM, IT’S POURING INTO MEEEEEEE~!"
Misuzu moaned softly against Kouhei’s lips as she kissed him through his climax, tasting every muffled groan, her hand still playing with his nipple as she watched Nagisa writhe in ecstasy on top of him.
Kouhei’s cock throbbed again and again, shooting rope after rope of thick, hot cum deep into Nagisa, until it overflowed, dripping out around his shaft and soaking her thighs.
Nagisa collapsed onto his chest, trembling violently, her breath broken into sharp, desperate pants. Her pussy still twitched around him, milking out every last drop as her body melted against his.
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Kouhei’s head fell back against the sheets, his chest rising and falling heavily, Misuzu still gently kissing his lips, softer now and tender, like she was savoring the moment while watching Nagisa’s aftershocks take over her entire body.
The room reeked of sex, sweat, and heat with the air heavy with the scent of cum and the sounds of lingering moans fading into ragged breaths.
Meanwhile, someone was watching quietly through the narrow cracks of the door.
She had been there from the very beginning—ever since the moment they told Kouhei they wanted to service him, all the way until the act itself began unfolding before her eyes. She hadn’t moved, hadn’t made a sound, and she had stayed glued to that spot, unable to look away no matter how much her heart pounded.
Yumi was so deeply engrossed in the scene that her body had betrayed her. Her hand slipped down between her legs, and before she realized it, she was masturbating right there, pressed against the doorframe, her eyes fixed on the raw sight inside. Her breathing turned rough and shaky, each exhale breaking unevenly as the heat rising in her chest made it impossible to calm down.
Her own voice—her needy and ragged moans—sounded unfamiliar to her, but she couldn’t stop.
She couldn’t believe she had been reduced to this. A part of her hated herself for it, but another part whispered that this was inevitable. That it was only a matter of time before her desires dragged her into something . It felt natural, as though it had been buried inside her all along, just waiting to come out. Honestly, what surprised her most was that she had managed to hold herself back this long.
And yet... she never thought desire would consume her to this extent. Wanting to do something, to be with someone—she had never pictured herself like that. But now, she couldn’t fight it. Her vision blurred at the edges, her mind hollowed out until the only thing left was the heated scene unfolding in front of her eyes.
Her fingers trembled as she slid them inside her thighs, unable to stop the shameful rhythm. She thought she was alone in her shame, but she wasn’t.
Yuuna was standing a few steps away, silently watching her.
She hadn’t come here to spy. She had simply wanted to visit Kouhei, maybe rest a little together with him because he looked so exhausted lately. She had even walked down the hall smiling faintly to herself, giddy at the thought of being by his side again.
Someone was already ahead of her. Someone she never expected to see .
Her eyes widened when she realized—it was Yumi.
And Yumi wasn’t just standing there. She was shamelessly pleasuring herself, her gaze locked on the room where Kouhei was having sex with Nagisa and Misuzu. Yuuna stood rooted to the spot, caught between shock and disbelief.
That was when another voice broke the silence.
"It seems like my plan is working very well," Hina’s voice came from behind her.
Yuuna nearly jumped. "You... you planned this, Hina?" she asked, turning her head sharply. Her voice wavered in disbelief, but somewhere deep down, she knew the answer already. If anyone could orchestrate something , it would be Hina.
"Yes," Hina said smoothly, her tone calm but edged with a quiet conviction. "I’m planning for Kouhei to gain the strength he’ll need to stand against the Heavenside, Yuuna. That’s why I’m putting women by his side—so that he can grow stronger. Every step I’ve taken as well as everything I’ve set up... it’s because I don’t ever want to lose the happy life I have with Kouhei. And more than that... I don’t want to lose him ever again. So of course I’ll do this. Isn’t it only natural?"
It was already well known that Kouhei’s power increased through Love Links. The more Links he had, and the stronger the bonds became, the greater his strength grew.
"The Heavenside won’t wait forever. It’s only a matter of time before they move against him," Hina continued. "That’s why we need as many harem members at his side as possible. And honestly, Yuuna, you know him. He won’t be able to resist when someone close to him starts losing control, masturbating while peeking at him having sex."
Yuuna felt a shiver down her spine. Hina’s words carried no hesitation. This wasn’t some wild guess—this was a plan. Every detail had been thought through. It was terrifying, but it also showed the cunning depth of a succubus’ mind.
Hina’s lips curled into a small smile. "Now then... why don’t we leave them alone for now, Yuuna? Let Kouhei and the other two enjoy themselves. And let Yumi realize her feelings at her own pace, slowly but surely."
Yuuna hesitated, but finally nodded. "...I guess you’re right."
And with that, both of them quietly left the area, leaving Yumi lost in her own heated trance.
Even with Hina’s careful manipulation, nothing dramatic had happened. On the surface, everything seemed the same.
But beneath it, something had shifted. It was clearer than ever that Yumi had truly fallen in love with Kouhei.
The problem was, it was turning into the classic situation like an overly shy girl, madly in love, unable to confess her feelings... and a boy dense enough to never notice.
"Hm? Why did I just receive a letter from the Nagano Family?" Yuuna muttered, staring at the envelope in her hand. But as she inspected it more closely, her brow furrowed. "...Wait, this isn’t for me."
Her eyes turned toward Yumi.
The Nagano Family. One of the oldest and most feared bloodlines, dating back to the height of the demons’ golden age. Two of its heads had risen all the way to become Demon Lords.
And Yumi was their blood. Her father was one of those Demon Lords. Her brother, by blood, was the other.
But Yumi had been born from a concubine, and because of that, she was denied any right to succession. Cast out. Forgotten. She had long since cut ties with the family, never wanting to be tangled in its shadow again.
Her father and brother were both long dead, replaced by a new head of the family—someone she didn’t know and someone she had no interest in ever meeting.
Yet the past refused to stay buried.
Because this letter was addressed to her.
The Nagano Family wanted to meet her.