"Tell me if it hurts... we'll take it slow," Ethan whispered.
Reya relaxed her grip, her hands resting on his shoulders for stability. Ethan began to move his hips. There was very little blood—it seemed her transition was relatively smooth.
He thrust all the way in, bottoming out against her womb and grinding slowly before beginning a rhythmic pace. Reya's body was voluptuous, but her passage was pure maiden—narrow, tight, soft, and slick. Every thrust produced a wet squelch that was music to Ethan's ears.
"Ah... ah... Ethan... faster... please..."
Ethan smiled, kissing her deeply as he picked up the pace. Reya's white-stockinged legs coiled tighter around his lower back, pulling him in so that every thrust hit her "flower heart."
"Oh, it feels so good... Ethan... harder... ah...!"
He hammered into her, the sound of their bodies clashing like a drumbeat in the small room.
"Faster! I'm close... come on... let's go together!" Reya cried out, her toes curling and her butt lifting to meet his thrusts.
Ethan gripped her heavy breasts, kneading them roughly as he drove himself into her. He sat up, bracing his hands near her head and using his feet to push off the bedframe, turning his hips into a literal pile-driver.
The rhythm reached a frantic crescendo. Reya began to convulse, her legs locking tight around him as her internal muscles clamped his rod in a vice grip. A tidal wave of heat erupted from her depths, drenching him. She collapsed, gasping for air.
Ethan felt her spasms and tried to finish with her, but she had reached her limit too soon. He wasn't done. He pulled her legs apart into a wide "V" and lunged back in.
"Reya, help me... I'm almost there... just a little more..."
Watching Ethan's focused, primal expression, Reya felt a new wave of pleasure. She squeezed her internal muscles with everything she had.
"AH! Ethan... I... ah... it's coming again!"
The sudden tightness was the trigger Ethan needed. He thrust to the hilt with a guttural roar, finally releasing his pent-up essence deep inside her. Thick, hot life-energy flooded her.
Reya felt a surge of vitality like a bolt of lightning racing through her limbs. This sensation was even more intense than the orgasm itself. Her magic power erupted uncontrollably as she broke through to S-class (High-tier Devil). She passed out from the sheer sensory overload.
Ethan waited for her to stabilize before covering her with a blanket. Suddenly, Momo Hanakai—wrapped in a small quilt—sneaked in from the next room.
"Ethan, what happened? I was worried the magic flare meant something went wrong."
"She's fine. Just too much pleasure. She broke through," Ethan explained. He then pulled Momo into the bed, stripping her quilt away. "Since you're here, save me the trip."
He pressed his still-vigorous rod against Momo's wet entrance but didn't go in yet. He teased her until she was begging. He used the opportunity to ask why she and Reya lived together.
Momo finally confessed: they were both "Kiba-enthusiasts" who had bonded over their shared (and now complicated) crush. Ethan laughed; he'd have to "punish" Yuuki later for misleading these girls.
He spent the rest of the night alternating between the two beauties. By dawn, Momo and Reya were both "trained" to respond to his every look. They were officially his.
The next day, Momo and Reya stayed home to recover and absorb the massive amount of energy. Ethan went to school alone. When he entered the Student Council room, it went silent. Clearly, word had gotten out.
"What? Did I get even more handsome today?" Ethan joked, taking the President's seat.
"Handsome? No. Your skin just got thicker," Meguri Tomoe teased.
Ethan learned the living arrangements of the remaining four: Ruruko Nimura lived with Vaneelana, while the wild Tsubasa Yura lived with the "shota-loving" Meguri Tomoe.
"So," Ethan said, a predatory glint in his eye. "Who's next?"