Her hands and mouth never stopped moving, but strangely, Momo's mind drifted to her "first love"—Yuto Kiba.
Or rather, she should be called Yuuki Kiba now. When she first found out the school's prince was actually a girl, Momo had nearly lost her mind. To each their own, but Yuuki, back when she posed as Yuto, was undeniably handsome. Even though Yuuki had always been distant with girls, some people—Momo included—loved that mysterious vibe.
When the truth came out, and specifically when she realized Yuuki had become one of Ethan's women, Momo had a breakdown for a while. But facts were facts, so she eventually shifted her affections toward Ethan. Standing here now, she felt like her dream was finally coming true.
Moreover, after experiencing it firsthand, she finally understood why Yuuki had fallen so quickly for Ethan. Because... it felt way too good.
While savoring Momo's clumsy but earnest service, Ethan wasn't idle. He launched a counter-attack on her hot, wet flower garden. His hot breath fanned over her delicate skin as he used his long tongue and masterful techniques, honed on various beauties, to meticulously care for her slippery, tender flesh. His tongue flicked like a nimble snake, constantly teasing her sensitive spots.
The heat of his breath made Momo feel even more feverish. She lifted her fragrant hips, actively arching to meet him so his tongue could dive deeper. Her sweet juices flowed over his tongue and down her backside, soaking the bedsheets. Momo gripped Ethan's waist tightly, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she tried to channel all her pent-up heat back through "Little Ethan."
As a novice, Momo's mouth eventually grew numb and weak after several dozen rounds of "give and take." After nearly being choked by a particularly deep thrust, the white-haired beauty finally pulled her mouth away from the giant rod.
"Ethan-kun... I... I can't. My mouth is completely numb..."
Ethan turned his body around, pulling her slender waist into his arms with a playful grin. "Momo-chan, since the mouth upstairs is out of commission, let's switch to the mouth downstairs."
Momo's face flushed a deep crimson as she gave him a mock-glare, but her long, snow-white legs had already parted, coiling around his waist. Under the lamplight, her plump, white body was a sight to behold. Her perky breasts and hardened nipples jiggled with every movement, radiating a suffocating beauty. Her curves were lithe, yet her chest was exceptionally full. Looking at her misty, lustful eyes, Ethan felt a fire ignite in his gut.
He didn't hesitate. One hand slid down her smooth thigh, while the other kneaded her soft, round mounds. He took her first kiss in a deep, hungry surge before moving down to her chest, suckling on those two pink "cherries."
Momo felt waves of numbness wash over her, like thousands of tiny ants crawling under her skin. She had no resistance left; she lay in his arms like a lamb to the slaughter, letting him do as he pleased.
Ethan decided to escalate. His hand slid all the way up her thigh to the softest place imaginable. A little squeeze revealed it wasn't just soft; it was incredibly elastic. Further in lay the hot, damp secret of a maiden. Momo wriggled and shivered instinctively, her youthful body betraying her resolve as it tried to escape—and simultaneously invite—his touch.
Ethan pulled her onto his lap. Now he could fully grip her breasts while his fingers worked her "garden" without being squeezed out. Momo was completely conquered; she even stuck out her tongue to initiate a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled, slick and sweet. She let out soft "nnn~" sounds to remind him the door wasn't locked.
Ethan jumped up, locked the door, and closed the curtains. When he returned, he pinned the naked girl to the bed, looming over her.
"Momo-chan, I didn't know you had such a cute side."
"Mmh—what do you mean? Are you saying I'm not usually cute?" she pouted, her legs spread wide in a seductive pose. Ethan didn't bother arguing; he let his actions speak.
In an instant, they were pressed together, skin to skin. Ethan's body weighed down on her smooth, glowing frame. He hovered over her breasts, taking one pink nipple into his mouth. He used his tongue to swirl around the hardened tip while his hand kneaded the other "white rabbit," pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers.
"Nnh... hah... ah...!" Momo's body arched, her initial resistance melting into a rising fire. The more he sucked, the more she wanted.
"Ethan... I feel so strange..." she whispered, clutching him.
Ethan slid his hand down past her flat belly to her entrance. Her petals had bloomed, and her deep slit was already overflowing with honey. It felt scalding and sticky to the touch. Suddenly, Ethan thrust a finger inside, hooking and swirling within her virgin passage, causing her internal muscles to contract in spasms.
"Ethan... stop... nnh... start the training... ah! It itches... it itches so much... hngh..."
Ethan stood by the bedside, grabbed Momo's slender legs, and lifted them high. He lined up his throbbing, veiny cock against her glistening petals. He squatted slightly, thrust forward with his hips, and—Squelch!
They were joined in a seamless, perfect fit. In that moment, Momo transitioned from a pure JK to a woman.
"AHHH!"
A sharp, tearing pain shot through her, making her feel as if she were being impaled. But a second later, a massive sense of fullness and satisfaction washed over her. Ethan, experienced in taking virgins, had used a method that looked rough but actually minimized her pain.
As the brief sting faded, the joy of dual-cultivation took over. Seeing the scarlet blood staining the sheets, Ethan smiled. He had truly conquered her. He leaned down and tenderly kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes. To replace the pain with pleasure, he began to rhythmically massage her sides and knead her breasts.
"Momo-chan, should I...?"
"No, don't stop. Don't worry about me..." Momo shook her head, a fire burning in her eyes.
Ethan leaned down and sealed her lips, their tongues swirling together to share the sweetness of their spit. When he finally pulled back with a wet pop, Momo was a mess of curled limbs and heavy gasps. The blood had stopped, replaced by a steady stream of clear nectar.
"Alright, let's begin."
Ethan bent her legs into a wide "M" shape, grabbing her soft, pale feet. He slowly drew his cock out until only the head remained at the narrow entrance before plunging back in.
"Oh! Hah... it's so... so big... mgh..."
"Momo-chan?"
"I-It's fine... I'm a Devil too, just... ahh! It feels so tingly..."
Thanks to her Devil constitution, she adapted quickly, her hips beginning to grind against him. Ethan watched as her belly bulged slightly with each thrust of his rod. He gripped her red-marked butt cheeks and began to hammer into her. The room filled with the sounds of wet slaps and heavy breathing. Momo's passage, once tight and dry, became a slick, effortless slide for him.
Eventually, Ethan lifted her up, suckling on her breasts as he gave one final, powerful lunge. A scalding, thick liquid flooded her womb, making her stomach swell even more. He collapsed onto her, breathing hard.
Momo looked at his handsome face with adoration, pulling him into a kiss and hugging him so tightly her breasts were flattened against his chest. When he finally pulled out, a loud plop echoed in the room. Her "garden" remained slightly open, unable to close as it leaked the thick essence he had left inside.
"I gave you a lot this time," Ethan noted, poking the sensitive spot above her entrance. "You'll need time to digest it."
"Ethan... my legs won't close. I'm so tired..."
"Don't tease me," Ethan laughed, kneading her breasts. "Rest up. Once you absorb the energy and recover, we'll go again. The night is long."