My Eros System Grants Me Infinite Romance Routes-Chapter 158: Cleansing Them...

Satomi’s fingers moved, unbuttoning her blouse one slow button at a time. The fabric parted to reveal pale skin and a black lace bra cupping full, heavy breasts that rose and fell with calm, even breaths. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop beside her blazer.

"Strip," she ordered the other two—Rina and Ayaka. Her voice wasn’t harsh, but it has the authority of someone who had given this command many times before. "Everything. When essence is involved, you can’t hold back anything."

Ayaka obeyed first.

Her hands shook as she took off the ruined café outfit. The black corset top came off, showing her sweaty skin and the red blush that was still there from when she almost went on a rampage.

Her skirt followed, then the sheer stockings, until she knelt naked except for the thin silver chain around her neck.

Rina on the other hand, needed help. Her fingers fumbled uselessly at the bunny suit’s fastenings. Akira moved to her side, gently turning her so he could reach the zipper at the back.

"Easy," he murmured against her ear. "I’ve got you."

He tugged the zipper down inch by inch. The glossy black fabric parted, exposing the long line of her spine, the dimples above her ass, and the faint violet glow still pulsing beneath her skin.

Rina shivered as cool air hit her fever-hot body. Akira peeled the suit down her arms, freeing her firm, round and full breasts. Her dusky pink nipples were already painfully erect, begging for touch.

When the suit pooled at her knees, he helped her step out of it. She stood naked, trembling, arms wrapped around herself like she could hold the burning essence inside by sheer willpower.

Satomi removed the last of her clothing with the same seductive grace. Skirt, panties, bra... all were discarded in a neat pile.

Her body was perfectly mature: full breasts with dark areolas around the nipples, a narrow waist that curved out to wide hips, and thick thighs that looked both soft and strong. Her pussy was completely bare between her legs, and the lips were already puffy and wet.

She knelt between the two younger succubi, facing Akira.

"Position," she said. "Akira-kun, sit on the couch. Lean your back against it and spread your legs. The two of them will straddle your thighs, facing you. I will guide from between."

Akira sat down. His cock was already painfully hard, with thick veins standing out along the shaft, the head flushed dark and leaking steadily. The golden aura of dominance still radiated from him, pressing down on the room like a physical weight.

Ayaka was the first to move.

She climbed on his left thigh, her knees on either side of his leg. Her wet folds pressed against his skin right away, leaving a wet trail as she made herself comfortable. Rina took the right thigh, more slowly, but Satomi’s hand on her lower back encouraged her to move until her very dripping pussy also kissed his thigh.

Satomi positioned herself between Akira’s spread legs, kneeling on the carpet. Her breasts brushed his inner thighs as she leaned in.

"First lesson," she said in a low and steady voice. "Control the flow. You do not simply take essence... you direct it. Pull it through their pathways, cycle it through your own core, then return what they need to stabilise."

She wrapped one hand around the base of Akira’s cock, holding it steady. The other hand reached for Ayaka first.

"Open yourself," Satomi told her.

Ayaka spread her thighs wider, exposing her swollen, pink folds. Her clit was engorged, peeking from its hood, and wetness coated her inner lips and dripped down to coat Akira’s thigh.

Rina whimpered softly but spread her legs wider too. Her pussy was a mess: the outer lips were puffy and dripping, her clit was throbbing visibly, and her entrance clenched around nothing.

Satomi leaned forward, her dark eyes locked on Akira’s throbbing length like it was the only thing in the room worth seeing.

She didn’t gasp, didn’t hesitate, nor did she offer some coy little comment about how big his cock was. She simply parted her full lips, let her warm breath ghost over the swollen, flushed head for half a heartbeat, and then swallowed him down to the root in one slow, smooth motion.

The thick shaft disappeared inch by inch into the wet heat of her mouth until her nose pressed flush against his trimmed pubic hair and her lower lip kissed the base.

Akira’s hips jerked involuntarily; a deep groan escaped his throat as he dropped his head back against the couch cushions.

Her throat was warm, smooth, and very tight. The soft walls moved and squeezed around him as if they were actively milking him.

He could feel every little movement of her throat working to fit his girth, every small squeeze pulling at him as if she wanted to swallow him down to his balls.

Satomi held him there for several long heartbeats, letting him feel how deep his cock was in her throat. Her tongue pressed flat along the underside, slowly licking the thick vein while her throat muscles moved in slow waves.

Saliva gathered at the corners of her stretched lips and ran down his shaft in warm, slippery streams.

When she pulled back, she did it with a loud pop. A thick strand of saliva stretched from his tip all the way to her lower lip before it finally snapped and fell in a sticky thread across her chin.

She licked her lips, tasting him, then met his eyes with that calm, predatory hunger. "Now, that’s some cock you got down here."

Akira exhaled as she turned to Ayaka and Rina.

"Now, both of you, grind. Rub your clits against his thighs. Build the pressure while I prepare him."

Ayaka and Rina obeyed instantly.

Ayaka rolled her hips in slow circles, dragging her swollen clit along the hard muscle of his thigh. Each pass left a slick smear of arousal behind. Her breasts bounced gently with the motion, her nipples brushing his chest.

Rina was more frantic. Her movements were jerky and desperate. She humped against him like she was trying to crawl inside his skin. "Master... please, it burns..."

Satomi stroked Akira’s shaft in time with their grinding. "Feel their need pouring into you. Crimson from Ayaka, violet from Rina. Let it flow through your core. Don’t absorb yet... just cycle it."

Akira focused. He could feel two different kinds of energy flowing into him through the points of contact. Ayaka’s energy was heavy, like hot, melted rock... almost angry. Rina’s energy was lighter but chaotic, like electricity.

He visualised pulling it down his spine, letting it coil in his lower belly, and then pushing it back out: cleaned and stabilised.

Satomi watched his face. "Good. You’re learning fast."

She leaned in again, this time licking a slow stripe from his balls to the tip. "Now we begin the true purification."

She guided Ayaka’s hand to Akira’s cock. "Stroke him. Base to tip. Firm grip. Match my rhythm."

Ayaka held Akira’s thick cock tightly in her slender fingers. Her grip was firm and eager as she stroked up and down, matching the rhythm of Satomi’s tongue.

The elder succubus slowly moved her wet tongue in circles around the swollen tip, licking up the drops of pre-cum that oozed out. She tasted him, humming softly in approval.

Satomi drew back just enough to let her lips graze the glistening tip. "Rina," she ordered, "get your mouth on his balls. Suck gently. No teeth. Worship every inch of them."

Rina lunged forward like she’d been starving for it.

Her warm mouth closed over one heavy, taut sac, tongue dragging long, worshipful licks across the wrinkled skin. She moaned deep in her throat, the sound vibrating straight up his shaft in delicious waves that made his cock twitch hard against Ayaka’s pumping fist.

Satomi went down again, swallowing him to the root in one smooth, greedy move.

Her throat muscles rippled and squeezed around him like a living fist. Ayaka’s hand worked the slippery base in fast, twisting strokes while Rina nursed his balls, sucking one fully into her mouth, then switching to the other.

The triple assault hit Akira like a storm. His fingers dug deep into the couch cushions, making his knuckles white; the golden aura around him flared brighter, pulsing with his racing heartbeat.

"Don’t you dare come yet," Satomi rasped, pulling off with a wet pop. "Hold it. Let them ache for you first."

Ayaka’s breathing turned ragged. "I’m... close..."

"Not yet." Akira’s fingers slid between Ayaka’s spread thighs to cup her dripping pussy from below.

He pressed two thick digits firmly against her swollen entrance, feeling the hot, slick lips part around them as he curled inside her outer folds, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb in slow circles over her clit.

The little nub throbbed under the pressure, sending fresh jolts through her body. Ayaka’s inner walls clenched hard around nothing, greedy for more, her hips bucking forward to grind her clit harder against his thumb.

Rina was already breaking... openly sobbing, hips jerking in frantic little stutters as she humped his thigh. "Please... please... Master, I need..."

Akira mirrored the motion with his other hand. He palmed Rina’s soaked cunt, middle finger dragging roughly along her slit before settling on her pulsing clit.

He pressed down hard, then rubbed in sharp, sudden flicks that made the sensitive bundle of nerves jump and swell even more under his touch.

Rina’s whole body froze completely, a small, choked sound escaping her lips as violet energy snapped across her skin. Her clit pulsed hard against his thumb, instantly releasing more wetness that covered his fingers.

"Now," he commanded.

The single word was enough. Their bodies instantly obeyed, as if his dominance had flipped a switch inside them.

Both girls came at once.

Ayaka’s inner muscles squeezed hard. Her pussy juice flowed out of her in a gushing wave, pouring straight on Akira’s thighs. Her inside walls pulsed, releasing a clear fluid that wet his leg and dripped onto the floor.

Rina’s climax hit even harder, raw and unrestrained.

Her tight little cunt clenched hard, even though nothing was in her. Purple sparks cracked along her inner thighs as strong waves ripped through her.

She threw her head back and screamed, "Master!"

Her pussy gushed out in steady, strong squirts. Her whole body shook and bucked, her clit throbbing quickly under the sharp pressure of his thumb.

Akira absorbed it all.

The dual rush hit him like lightning. Crimson heat mixed with violet sparks, swirling in his core. It was almost too much... almost, but he held it, cycled it, and purified it.

Satomi watched his face intently. "Good. Very good. Now give it back."

Akira pushed.

Pure essence flowed to them, warm and slightly golden, stablizing them.

Ayaka’s crimson energy smoothed, no longer jagged. Rina’s purple sparks settled into a gentle glow.

But they weren’t finished.

Satomi rose smoothly, swinging one leg over to straddle his other thigh.

Now all three succubi pressed tight against him, their hot, wet pussies grinding slow along his skin.

"Your turn to fuck them," she whispered. "One after the other. Deep. Hard. No mercy. Make them feel owned."

She gripped Ayaka’s waist and lifted her like she weighed nothing, lining her dripping entrance up with the thick, throbbing head of Akira’s cock.

"Sink down," Akira ordered. "Take every fucking inch."

Ayaka obeyed instantly. She lowered herself inch by torturous inch, gasping sharply and high as the fat crown stretched her open, forcing her slick walls to yield.

"Oh gods... fuck, it’s so big... splitting me wide..."

She kept going, trembling, until her soft ass finally kissed his thighs and his cock bottomed out completely, the blunt head kissing her cervix in one deep, claiming thrust.

Akira clamped his hands on her hips, fingers digging into plush flesh. "Ride me. Hard. Show me how much you can take."

Ayaka started slow, lifting until only the swollen head stayed inside, then slammed back down. Every rise and drop sent her inner walls rippling and fluttering around his shaft, milking him greedily.

"Fuck... Master, your cock... it’s reshaping my pussy, stretching me so deep..."

Akira leaned forward and latched onto one stiff nipple, sucking hard. His teeth scraped the tender bud just enough to make her jolt.

Ayaka cried out, moving her hips faster and riding him with desperate, wet sounds.

Rina watched, fingers frantic on her own swollen clit, rubbing tight little circles. "My turn—please, Master—please—"

Rina watched, frantically rubbing tight little circles on her own swollen clitoris. "My turn... please, Master... please..."

Akira popped off Ayaka’s nipple. "Soon. Let her drain me first."

Ayaka’s rhythm turned intense. She bounced hard, her full breasts jiggling wildly, and her ass cheeks clapping against his thighs with every punishing drop. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, dripping onto his shaft and covering his balls.

"I’m... gonna cum again... Master... please... may I...?"

"Come," Akira growled.

Ayaka broke.

Her pussy squeezed tightly, the fleshy tunnel contracting in strong, pulsing movements around his buried cock. A new wave of hot fluid poured out, wetting his lap, sotmach and the couch as she shattered, screaming his name while her entire body trembled and arched.

When the spasms finally eased, Akira lifted her off gently. Ayaka collapsed to the side, breathing heavily, though her aura was now calm.

"Now you," he turned to Rina.

Rina scrambled into position immediately. She didn’t wait for guidance; she impaled herself on Akira’s cock in one desperate drop and a satisfied gasp.

"Fuck... yes... Master, filling me..."

Her pussy was tighter than Ayaka’s, and it was still fluttering from her earlier orgasm. She started riding him fast, snapping her hips back and forth.

Akira reached around to rub Rina’s clit in fast circles.

"Feel that?" Akira whispered in her ear. "Your clit throbbing under my fingers while my cock stretches your little cunt. Cum for me again. Show me how grateful you are."

Rina’s movements grew erratic. "Yes... yes... Master... I’m..."

She came with a broken scream.

Her pussy spasmed wildly, squirting in short, forceful bursts that painted his abs. Akira kept rubbing her clit through it, drawing out every last tremor.

When Rina finally slumped forward, trembling, Akira eased her to the side.

All three succubi were stable.

But Akira was still rock-hard, throbbing, with a golden aura blazing.

Satomi met his eyes.

"Your control held," she said quietly. "Impressive."

She rose slowly, straddling his hips now. Her dripping pussy hovered just above his cock. "But we’re not finished."

She sank down in one smooth motion, taking him to the root.

Her pussy was different... hotter and deeper. Her inner walls rippled, massaging every inch. Satomi leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest. "Now," she breathed against his lips, "fuck your elder properly."