3 bar menu

High School Hack and Slash Chapter 30 Part 4

---

Pasifista

---

Embraced into my arms as though getting swept away, Shizuka stirs with a start.

My crotch is going taut to the point it’s hurting, how should I put it, it’s totally eager for some trampling down.

「After beating down the boss, it’s lustful rape time, huh, you sure a beast, Touma-kun.」

Shizuka, who always understands my desires and submissively serves me, pats me on the back with a gentle hug without moving on to sex.

I see Miharu and Natsumi flailing about and panicking, but I continue to follow my impulse, ripping off Shizuka’s skirt and pulling up her jacket.

I bite the soft, large lump of motherhood from the top of her pink-colored bra.

I bite off the cups that are in the way, and before biting directly into her honey-tasted breasts, I bite and suck on the lovely protruding nipples.

Shizuka twitches each time I bite her from the top of her bra, but the hands embracing my back remain gentle.

Somehow, I feel like I’m being sprinkled and splashed with something.

As I continue to bury my face in Shizuka’s chest and alternately suck on her nipples, the frantic-looking Miharu and Natsumi are fluttering about.

I don’t quite get it, but they are waving that thing that is flapped by the shrine kannushi-san at New Year’s or something.

It’s that branch of a tree with leaves thing, with white jagged paper hanging on it.

The figure of the two of them sitting side by side on the floor and fluttering about is frantically cute.

In terms of class, Shizuka is the miko, but I think these two are more miko-ish.

Rather, I wonder where they got those leaved branches from.

「Ha, ahn…!」

As I rub my cheek against her cleavage like a spoiled child, I am clung onto by Shizuka, who is convulsing as if she is overcome with emotion.

Behind the twin sisters, who are holding aloft the flutter branches with relieved faces, Saki is hugging her katana tightly with a face like she’s about to cry.

「… Ah, am I right to take it that it’s calmed down?」

「Yes.」

「It has, calmed down.」

「Salt, sake, and tamagushi, huh…. How come with such things, the effect was…. To begin with, I’m impressed you carry such things around.」

Seiichi, still with his knives at the ready in both hands, lets out a deep sigh.

「I had a little bit of scare for the first time in a long while, perhaps.」

「Danna-sama….」

「Well, it’s that much of a cheat power. That means it’s only natural for there to be penalty of backlash and side effects too.」

I feel like I’m being jabbed in a lot of ways, but my mood is currently in sage mode, so I rub my cheek against Shizuka’s as I hold her in my arms.

「It’s not, a penalty.」

「Originally, there are two natures to God: the wild spirit (Ara-Mitama) and the tranquil spirit (Nigi-Mitama).」

「The Curse God (Tatarigami) that makes an appearance and wreaks a havoc when the harmony is broken is also a natural form.」

「He’s seriously receiving God treatments, huh, that’s no joke, duh…. In other words, what should we do? He’s fine up until now, isn’t he?」

「… That’s, uh, probably, because Shizuka-nee-sama, or rather we, umm, have been keeping him accompany.」

「… That’s because we’ve been fighting all the time today, or so I believe. While there were usually some lewd soothing time mixed in, from time to time.」

「… The act of creating life is, Tranquil Spirit (Nigi-mitama).」

「In other words, the excitement has shot through the roof from the consecutive battles, huh. That means it should be alright if we let him cum once after each battle to cool him down, right?」

「That’s too blunt of a way of putting it. In other words, it’s the same as usual, right?」

◇ ◇ ◇

「Hau… ahn… auu… ahn… hii…」

On the bed that was resoundingly creaking, the panting squeezed out from the inside never ceased.

Natsumi, lying on her side on the sheets, was clinging to the hand that was holding her chest from her rear.

The simple single bedding was by no means anything large, but it was more than enough for the petite Natsumi to stretch her arms and legs.

This was a uniform standard, unless it was of a middle class dormitory or higher.

But this time alone, there was no room on her own bed in Asagi-sou.

The unrefined but sturdy physique was twice as big as Natsumi’s, and the chest and abdominal muscles where she leaned her back against gave off a rugged feeling.

Her right leg, stretched out on the sheet, tautly jerked, and her left leg, lifted in the air, continued to sway and wave about together with the support behind it.

The penis that had been rammed into her crotch from behind towered majestically, imprinting itself on Natsumi’s core, which was still early in its maturity.

「Hii… iii….」

*Squelch, squelch* The lewd sound that had been echoing due to them getting connected so closely ceased, and with an oomph, it barged deeper than the depth that had been deliberately held off.

Natsumi’s tongue, which was sticking out of her lips, quivered as she felt the roundness of the glans burrowing into the pit of her belly, as well as the hot bursting sensation.

The erratic creaking and squeaking of the springs was the sound of their lower bodies, fastened down like rocks, convulsing.

「Haa…ah…」

Miharu, who was sitting on the side of the bed with her arms and head resting on the sheets, let out a lingering breath first.

With a face the same as that of Natsumi, her tongue sticking out and her eyes moist from the afterglow of an orgasm.

Even though she had refrained from making contact with her in order not to get engulfed by the synchronized sensations, the intensity of their unison had risen too high after they had semen poured into them alternately.

Miharu’s buttocks, which was slumped on the floor, twitched, jerking up and down.

The smallish buttocks that no one had ever touched were swaying obscenely in the air, and the secret flower that bloomed at the base of the crotch was shivering obscenely, spilling out the love juice and sperm juice that had been stored amply in the deepest place.

The reason why Natsumi’s moans were cut short as the semen in her womb began to get stirred without pulling out was because she had two fingers being forced into her mouth.

The spring remained intensely blooming until it overflowed outward, and the smooth, immature genital area was beginning to play a squelching sound.

「Funya… Shizuka-nee-sama.」

Saki, who had ended up tripping the breaker quickly as usual, woke up in a dreamy state to the comfort of having her head stroked.

She was using Shizuka’s lap, who was sitting sideways on her bed, as a pillow.

The two, who were first in turns, were already in stark naked state.

Even in a room filled with heat, exposing their skin was still chilly.

A large bath towel was draped over Saki’s body.

「Shizuka-nee-sama, this….」

Changing the direction of her body on the comfortable lap pillow, Saki reached out her hand toward the ripe breast atrium flexing above her head.

On the lower sides of the firmly sticking out massive bodies, perhaps still having room for further growth, a number of red, painful-looking teeth marks were left behind.

Damage received in the dungeon would be restored.

Originally, that was supposed to be the case.

「It looks painful… A, ane-sama, with your 『Wish』.」

「It’s okay.」

These were scars that would disappear at once should Shizuka herself use 『Wish』 to heal it.

However, it was a wish of her own for a mark that bestowed upon her aches and pains.

「But….」

「This is, the proof that Touma-san engraved, on me.」

「U~… Nom.」

Saki, who was in half asleep mode, had a severe case of infantile regression, beckoning her spoiled nature to the surface.

Or perhaps it was a yearning for the symbol of motherhood that wasn’t present on herself.

Shizuka stared at Saki with troubled eyes as she sucked on her breast as if she wished for some breast-feeding, and gently stroked and combed her hair.

---

---