Ikuto sat exhausted in a chair, his head tilted back so that it faced the ceiling and his eyes closed. He sighed. Ever since learning the news from Amu, he had thrown himself even more into regaining his old powers, pushing his body to the limit as he slept little and ate only the bare minimum. He devoted every free moment to his training, and he even seldom responded to Yoru anymore, which unknowingly took a toll on his psyche as he grew increasingly lonely, alone in this dark castle.
He opened his eyes and looked around. If he were to truly succeed in freeing Amu, he didn't want her to enter such a bleak castle; she deserved to feel comfortable. The blue-haired man stood up, muttered a few words, stretched his arms out to the sides, and closed his eyes once more. Dark blue magic flowed from his hands, gradually enveloping the castle and its entire interior.
After Ikuto transformed his castle with his shapeshifting magic into a more cheerful place, it now shines in enchanted splendor, astounding any visitor. Instead of gloomy black towers and a threatening atmosphere, the castle now presents itself in radiant glory and vibrant colors, nestled in the green forests that surround it.
The once black walls of the castle have been replaced by a warm, golden sandstone that sparkles in the sunlight, bathing the castle in a warm, inviting light. Vines of colorful flowers and fragrant herbs wind along the walls, and everywhere, colorful banners and pennants flutter in the gentle breeze.
The castle's towers rise majestically into the sky, adorned with glittering embellishments and lively mosaics that tell the story and legends of the land. Instead of grim gargoyles and guardian statues, playful figures of fairies and elves now adorn the towers and battlements.
Inside the castle, there is an atmosphere of joy and peace. The dark corridors are now lined with colorful carpets, and the heavy curtains have been replaced by airy silk fabrics that let in the sunlight. Lively paintings and intricately crafted tapestries depicting adventures and happy moments hang on the walls.
The chambers of the demon lord are now furnished with magnificent furniture and lavish fabrics, adding a touch of elegance and luxury. A grand banquet hall with an opulent feast invites guests to partake in royal feasts and merry celebrations, and throughout the castle, there is a sense of community and solidarity.
Despite its former sinister aura, the demon lord's castle now exudes unparalleled beauty and magic, captivating anyone who enters its gates and making them feel at home.
Ikuto discovering that he could apply this type of magic to objects was more luck than knowledge. One day, he thought to himself that it couldn't hurt to try it out, as the idea of eventually redesigning the castle for Amu had crossed his mind several times, but without magic, it would have been very tedious. He collapsed back into the chair, breathing heavily and succumbing to exhaustion.
\\Ikuto... I'm really worried... please respond... otherwise, I'll come back, but I probably won't be able to return here…\\ Yoru sighed, feeling troubled in his cat form. He was running out of excuses slowly; he didn't want to worry Amu and always came up with something whenever she inquired about him.
\\What do you want?\\ The blue-haired man's response was not smooth, leading Yoru to quickly conclude that he must be very weak.
\\What are you doing, exactly? Why can't you even maintain the transmission smoothly? I thought we agreed not to do anything foolish? God, Ikuto, how do you expect to fight like this?\\ He shook his head in complete disbelief and sighed again. \\Are you overdoing it with the training, or what?\\
Ikuto smiled bitterly at his accusations and covered his eyes with an arm. \\I still have time to recover... I have to do something to force progress, or else it will never work…\\ Ikuto's words were very disjointed, yet Yoru could piece together the context.
\\What's wrong?\\ Amu observed the cat, able to tell when he was engaged in a mental conversation, but his reactions seemed rather negative and desperate, causing her expression to shift to one of concern.
"Nothing" Yoru muttered, not paying much attention to her at the moment.
"There's something with him... I can tell," she insisted.
\\Great. She noticed,\\ he complained to his master, trying to keep his nerves in check. He couldn't believe he had found another way besides directly intruding here to be reckless with himself.
\\If you don't rest and keep using your magic relentlessly, it won't bring you any results. What do you expect to achieve while being dead?\\ he was quite sure Ikuto was aware of this risk, as he had read all sorts of books about this world and magic. While it was rare for someone to reach such an extent, the same rule applied to everyone. Excessive use of magic without rest or recovery would ultimately leave no energy left to sustain life. However, this was not comparable to Nagihiko's problem, as long as someone lived normally and rested every day, there were no complications. However, Nagi lost life with every use of his magic.
\\Yeah, yeah, I'll stop in time…\\ the blue-haired man assured, sighing.
\\Oh, will you? This telepathic transmission is one of the simplest spells, and you can hardly maintain it anymore... Ikuto... stop! Do you want her to cry because of you? Imagine how her world will shatter when she finds out you're gone…\\ he didn't want to resort to such painful measures, but otherwise, his master would never see reason.
\\I know you don't care about yourself, don't do it for you, do it for her... and me... please…\\ he added with a sad tone, his body language and expression reflecting his emotions.
\\Alright, alright... I'll go to sleep…\\ he sighed and moved from the chair to the sofa; his strength didn't allow for more. As soon as he lay down, his body took over, sending him into a deep sleep that lasted three days.
"Yoru...?" Amu's voice sounded sad and unsure.
"It's okay... really..." he assured, hoping it was true.
"Is... will... he..." she couldn't bring herself to say it.
Yoru shook his head firmly. "No, what are you imagining now? We just had a disagreement." This time, he decided to let a lie slip in, although it wasn't a lie per se. In those three days when Ikuto was completely out of it, Yoru already feared the worst himself, as he couldn't reach him at all.
As Amu spent some time for herself with a bath at Nagi's urging, he confronted Yoru. "So, spill it."
"You're going to her immediately and telling her, aren't you?"
"It depends. I don't want her to be upset either," the lilac-haired man replied with a sigh.
"Ikuto is pushing his limits with the training so much that he doesn't even have enough energy for simple magic... if he keeps going like this, it's over..." Yoru paused briefly, taking a deep breath. "He said he would go to sleep, but I haven't been able to contact him for three days..." his ears drooped down in disappointment.
Nagi crossed his arms and sighed as his gaze dropped to the ground. "Yeah, we can't tell her that..." He paused briefly before continuing. "What does that idiot think he's doing?"
"He wants to free her as soon as possible..."
"And in doing so, achieves exactly the opposite..." Nagi was both angry and concerned at the same time. "Do you try regularly?"
Yoru nodded silently and then made another attempt, which finally elicited a response. Ikuto replied and explained that he only remembered how he went to sleep. Yoru informed him about the timeframe, to which the blue-haired man just sighed and held his head, which was pounding terribly. He tried to reassure Yoru and bid farewell, noting that he urgently needed food and water. Since the connection was stable again this time, Yoru believed him and breathed a sigh of relief before also updating Nagihiko. "Well, I hope he really recovers..." the lilac-haired man murmured thoughtfully, casting a worried glance at the bathroom door. "It would destroy her... even if she doesn't want to admit it herself..." He sighed and looked out the window.
Ikuto sat on a windowsill, gazing outside after actually consuming food and water, and sighed heavily. Although he was now able to transform into a wyvern, his rank was still far from high enough, and his wyvern form was rather puny. According to Yoru, a huge wyvern was his strongest transformation, but so far, he was still smaller than the ones he had sent out to test the shield. Therefore, he was losing more and more hope of achieving it anytime soon, which made him put himself under more pressure. He wanted to rescue Amu preferably before the birth, or at least on the day of the birth, but even that seemed increasingly unrealistic to him. He sighed and clenched one hand into a fist.
"Do you still refuse my power?" a female voice echoed with a chuckle through the building, which only intensified Ikuto's displeasure. "Disappear..."
"Oh, why so bitter?" Behind the blue-haired man, gray smoke began to build up, and when it disappeared, a woman with long blonde hair tied in a large ponytail, which ran sideways over her head and past her face on the right side, stood there. She wore an orange headband, which provided additional support to the hairstyle. On the band was a black clip in diamond shape with white crosses placed on it. Her eyes were golden and radiated deep self-confidence. Her dress flowed tightly around her body in high-quality fabric and reached down to the ground, emphasizing her feminine figure. Her cherry-red, full lips were particularly striking. "It would be so easy," she said with a sinister smile and gently stroked the blue-haired man's cheek with her index finger.
"Disappear..." he repeated, his tone more serious and determined than before, while not giving her a glance.
She had appeared in the last few months and had been trying since then to get him to accept her offer. She promised to restore his original power and even strengthen it, but for that, he would have to promise her his soul, his love, his life, and help her bring down the kingdom. She loved driving others to their downfall and causing chaos; that was her only motive for all this, which disgusted Ikuto. While that was also a compelling reason why he rejected the offer, his main reason was that he would not turn away from Amu, which was a condition on her part. He was also pretty sure that she would turn him into her mindless puppet.
Dia, on the other hand, had taken a fancy to Ikuto and wanted him for herself not only for the sake of destruction but also because she found him sweet and wanted him for herself. "Your Amu already has her Nagi anyway. The two of them are getting closer every day," she said softly as she stroked his neck, her voice whispering in his ear. Ikuto bit his lower lip in hurt and tried to control his feelings.
"The only reason I need more power is Amu. So, what good is more power without her?" he gritted his teeth tensely and spat out the words contemptuously.
"Well, you still want to save her, don't you? Then at least she'll be free, even if you then belong to me." She shrugged and played with one of her strands of hair. "She has Nagi, you have me, everyone's happy. Sounds good, right?" She pressed a kiss on his cheek, which left traces due to her lipstick, which he immediately wiped away with the back of his hand.
The blue-haired man looked at her with a serious expression, gathering all his concentration. The blonde felt her body slowly moving away from him on its own. "Oh, Ikuto..." she chuckled merrily. Unfortunately, she needed consent, a deal for her control, whereas she was completely inferior to Ikuto's blood magic.
"Disappear already. It's not going to happen." He took a deep breath, trying to remain as calm as possible. He really had no desire to be someone else's puppet again in this life.
"Sooner or later, I'll get you," she continued to grin confidently and mischievously. "Would you then forgive me? I can't exactly disappear if you're holding me so tightly. Unless, of course, you want me to stay. A bit of fun together?" The blue-haired man narrowed his eyebrows and stopped his control over her blood, causing her to vanish with another laugh.
Meanwhile, Nagi had taken it upon himself to distract Amu as much as possible because she was currently not only uneasy and worried about the situation with Tadase but also about Ikuto, because no matter how much Yoru tried to convince her that everything was fine, her feeling told her otherwise. While she was in the bath, he embarked on one of his many surprises, which he had devised for her, but this one was the most elaborate so far.
He carefully surveyed the room as he scattered red roses on the soft carpet. Their deep red emitted a warm and soothing atmosphere that seemed to alleviate the tension in the air. He strategically positioned them on the desk, the bedside table, and even on the windowsill, turning the room into a sea of rich colors.
The essential oils he had carefully chosen were placed in small crystal bottles, emitting a gentle scent of lavender and jasmine that slowly spread throughout the room, calming the senses. Each breath felt like a touch of relaxation that dispelled the tension in the air.
The candles he lit cast a soft, flickering light on the rose petals and the room. Their warm glow bathed the room in a romantic light, dispelling the darkness and creating a soothing atmosphere.
Amu slowly opened the door of her bathroom to leave it and stepped into a room enveloped in warm, flickering light. A gentle scent of lavender and jasmine surrounded her as she entered the room, and she immediately felt her muscles relax and her worries slowly fade away. She wore a soft bathrobe that enveloped her, giving her a feeling of security.
Her eyes immediately fell on the red rose petals scattered on the carpet, which formed a glowing contrast to their rich red. She followed the traces of the roses to the desk, where small bottles of essential oils stood, filling the room with their scent. The warm light of the candles bathed the room in a romantic glow, immediately calming her.
A smile crossed her face as she admired the lovingly arranged details in the room. Nagi had really made an effort to distract her and create a peaceful environment for her. She felt the tension in her shoulders dissipate, and she could finally breathe deeply, enjoying the scent of the roses and the gentle warmth of the candles.
"That wasn't necessary," she murmured as she made her way to her bed to sit down and continue admiring the room.
"If it helps take your mind off things, then it was definitely worth it!" he grinned satisfactorily, also looking around the room again to inspect his work. He went to the desk and opened a drawer to pull out a box wrapped with a red ribbon. He handed it to Amu, who opened it curiously. "The finest chocolate for the finest lady," he winked cheekily, making Amu giggle. Of course, they were only her favorite varieties.
The lilac-haired man looked at the window and drew the curtains, although it was already getting dark, a few sunbeams still seemed to penetrate the room, accompanied by the light from the castle. The tranquility and romance of the candles thus came more to the fore. He smiled with a satisfied nod.
However, Amu began to ponder, as the whole atmosphere could also be interpreted differently. She sighed softly. Why hadn't she ever thought in this direction with Nagi before? Was she really so sure with Ikuto? She quickly shook off the thought. There was just constantly so much going on, and he barely gave her a moment to think, because then she could have worried about something again.
"Nagi... come here..." she smiled gently, reaching out her right hand to him.
The lilac-haired man was snapped out of his thoughts, thinking about what else he could improve, and looked at her perplexed with his head tilted. "Why?" It only dawned on him now how all of this looked, and he immediately turned red, waving his arms. "That wasn't my intention! Really!"
"Come now."
"I just wanted you to relax," he continued to whine, not wanting her to misunderstand him.
"Nagi!" she pouted, crossing her arms.
"Nuh-uh!" He also crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at her, teasing her a little, even though he felt a bit silly doing so.
"So... what... you..." She didn't know what to say, stuttering disjointed words and ultimately just looked at him confused.
"I mean what I say!" the lilac-haired man insisted, looking her straight in the eye.
"So do I," she retorted, with an equally firm gaze.
Nagi awkwardly pursed his lips a bit and glanced at the door, then proceeded to make his way towards it. His fingertips were only a few inches away from the handle when he felt himself being pulled back by his other arm.
"Amu... really... that wasn't my intention," his voice now sounded dejected, accompanied by a sigh. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but notice how her bathrobe had slipped, blushing briefly and then covering it with his hands while averting his gaze.
"The fact that both of you are like this... Tadase has an advantage over you in that regard," she murmured, looking at him somewhat puzzled. She took his hand in hers and tried to pull him along firmly, or at least she tried to, but Nagihiko didn't budge. "Nagi..." she looked at him helplessly. Was she so unconvincing that it always had to be such a struggle to persuade one of them?
"I don't want you to do anything because you got the wrong impression. In general, I've already given up on that anyway..." he sighed and remained steadfast, rendering her efforts to move him futile.
"Both of you are so exhausting!" she exclaimed plaintively, still tugging at him.
"Then go to Tadase," Nagi retorted sharply, staring at her blankly.
"Fine then..." she let go of him and tried a different approach. She hoped that if she gave in, he might reconsider.
"There you go," he grinned at her contentedly.
Amu didn't find this reaction acceptable at all. Why did she have to try so hard to convince him and Ikuto? Was she really so unappealing? She looked down at herself at this thought and skeptically lifted the bathrobe a bit to look underneath. She sighed. /Maybe a few pounds too many/... she thought dejectedly, completely unjustly, of course.
The lilac-haired man tilted his head and made a somewhat uncertain yet amused expression as he watched her. "What are you thinking about now?"
"It doesn't matter," she muttered and lay down in bed, her back turned to Nagi. Nagi sighed and followed her, cuddling up to her back, one arm around her.
"Go away," murmured the pink-haired girl absentmindedly.
"You look stunning, and you're not too fat either. Stop telling yourself such nonsense, dummy," he murmured softly, gently stroking her side. "And don't even try to deny it, I know you," came just as Amu opened her mouth. She closed it again with a soft sigh.
Finally, he took a deep breath and gathered his courage, starting to kiss her neck while his hand continued to roam over her body. For him, all of this was still a completely new experience, and he didn't want to mess up and was rather unsure about having to start. After all, she had plenty of experience.
"Do I really have to..." he nervously whispered, his breath bouncing off her neck.
"You don't have to do anything. Just let me sleep."
"To start... I..." he stopped and took another deep breath, feeling his heart beat faster. "For me, all of this is more than just new..." he had admitted that before when he joked with Ikuto, after all, she was there.
The pink-haired girl sighed and turned to face him. "Do you think it's easy to beg and be so persistent every time... you have no idea how..." she stopped herself because mentioning that now would be inappropriate.
"It's okay. Seems like he didn't make it easy for you," he smiled gently and stroked her hair.
"It took forever to get him to agree..." she sighed.
"He just doesn't want you to make reckless mistakes any more than I do," he defended the blue-haired one.
"Neither of you are mistakes!" she looked him sincerely in the eyes, smiling softly. She loved his eyes. They always felt so safe and like home, and they always radiated a certain calmness, usually, she could clearly see his nervousness right now.
"So, what do you want?" his gaze remained on hers, but he became even more uncertain and nervous.
"What... do you want, then?" she turned her gaze away, embarrassed and unsure.
"What you want," he replied, deciding to simply accept it and not make it difficult for her anymore. He trusted that she didn't want it just because of what he had done with the room, as he didn't want his actions to lead her into it.
Amu sighed softly. She was tired of holding herself together and playing strong. She was only so persistent with Ikuto because she knew it would never happen otherwise, the same applied to this situation. Actually, she was embarrassed, nervous, and incredibly shy every time. Taking the initiative with Tadase back then was also just hoping to finally make progress in the relationship, which ultimately did happen but now seemed futile and rather counterproductive.
Nagi's eyes wandered nervously as he bit his lower lip and thought. Wouldn't she regret it once she got her memories back? He was already content just being near her, but rejecting her obviously unsettled her. He felt trapped. Their gazes met again, both filled with uncertainty yet also with love and desire.
Finally, summoning his courage, he positioned himself over her and gently opened her bathrobe. Nervously swallowing, he kept glancing into her eyes, ready to detect any discomfort. Amu tenderly stroked his cheek and smiled calmly at him. Nagi sighed inwardly, trying hard to suppress his trembling; he was incredibly nervous and afraid of doing something wrong. He remembered the embarrassing conversation with Aaron, about how women rarely reached satisfaction and needed more pampering. Taking a deep breath, he started to caress her neck with gentle kisses, his hand delicately stroking her body. His kisses gradually descended to her décolletage, skirting between her breasts, which he avoided out of embarrassment, until reaching her stomach. He kissed it softly several times, his hand caressing her skin gently. He could feel Amu's breath quickening gradually, noticing that she had closed her eyes. He hoped it was because she was enjoying it.
Amu relished in each of his gentle and loving touches, smiling as her body completely relaxed and surrendered to him. She tenderly ran her hand over his head, while her heart beat slowly but surely faster. Her hands tried to reach for his clothes, but he grinned slightly and shook his head, leaving her somewhat puzzled, yet she waited patiently.
Pausing for a moment, he then continued to glide his hand down, slowly inserting his fingers into her. He made gentle and cautious movements with his fingers, observing Amu's reactions. When she began to squirm more and soft moans escaped her lips, he paused his fingers at a specific point, massaging the spot gently. Amu's hips moved almost instinctively towards his fingers, craving for more. Her breath also quickened, and her fingers clawed into the bed sheets beneath them as her hips moved and tensed even more.
She swallowed, opening her mouth from which faster, hotter breath escaped, as she tried to form words. "Nagi.. I.. if you keep doing that.. I want to do it properly with you.." she gasped, trying to resist.
For the first time in a brief moment, he regained his confident grin and demeanor. "Just enjoy it," his voice was gentle, but Amu rebelled. She wanted to finally reach the next level of their relationship, not just unilaterally.
He grinned again and continued with what he was doing until he felt everything clenching around his fingers and quickly relaxing again. Her entire body spoke volumes, but especially the loud moan, which he muffled with his hand over her mouth.
She looked at him a bit sulkingly, but he kept his other now free hand in a 'shh' gesture over his mouth and grinned. "Nagi.." her voice sounded complaining when she could speak again. However, the lilac-haired boy continued to ignore her, moving his body further down until his head was between her legs. His persistent handling irritated his girl, and he enjoyed teasing her a bit while simultaneously giving her a good feeling, so he now used his tongue to further stimulate her.
With deliberate tenderness, he traced circles around her most sensitive areas, eliciting soft gasps and shivers of pleasure from her. His movements were slow and deliberate, seeking out every hidden sensation as he explored her with his tongue.
Amu's breath hitched as she felt the exquisite sensations coursing through her body. Each stroke of his tongue sent waves of pleasure radiating outwards, building an intense heat within her. She arched her back in response, instinctively seeking more of his touch.
Nagi continued his ministrations, alternating between gentle licks and more intense suction, driving her wild with desire. He paid close attention to her reactions, adjusting his movements to maximize her pleasure.
As he felt her growing closer to the edge, Nagi increased the pressure of his tongue, expertly bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. He savored the taste of her arousal, reveling in the intimate connection they shared in that moment.
Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Amu reached the peak of pleasure again, her body trembling with release. Nagi continued to lavish attention on her until she began to come down from her euphoric high, his movements slowing to gentle caresses as they both savored the intimacy of the moment.
Amu's breath quickened even more than before, and she lay motionless on the bed, her eyes closed, as she tried to contain the overwhelming sensations that arose within her after two consecutive peaks. Nagi watched her with a gentle, satisfied smile until their gazes met once again. "Don't think you're getting away with it that easily..." she whispered softly.
All of her muscles still trembled as she slowly sat up and faced him. She seized his maid dress as he tried to pull away. With one hand holding him firmly, she used the other to undo his ponytail, allowing his long, lilac hair to cascade down. Her gaze remained fixed on his eyes, but he avoided her gaze and looked away shyly. "So..." he began with a gentle smile. Amu responded with a dull look and began to undress him, which proved challenging with a resisting man and a dress. Nevertheless, she eventually managed to expose his upper body, and she examined him closely, her gaze filled with admiration.
"Why are you resisting so much... Are you ashamed?" she asked gently, her finger tracing over his bare skin. Nagi swallowed nervously and avoided her gaze. "You have no reason to be ashamed if that's the problem..." she assured him, lifting his chin to meet her gaze. Nagi fell silent, and his eyes wandered away from her again. Amu sighed slightly dejectedly and gently pressed her lips to his, while her hand stroked his back.
The lilac-haired man was still intimidated by the intimate moment. He feared hurting her or not living up to expectations, and all these thoughts plagued him, making it difficult for him to get an erection. He returned the kiss but remained trapped in his own thoughts, barely noticing Amu's hand exploring his body. When the kiss ended, she threw him a questioning look as her hand rested on his limp member.
"Do you not find me attractive enough? Or did I push too hard? Do you really not want this?" she asked uncertainly, blaming herself. "No... none of that..." he replied ashamedly. "But then what?" she bit her lower lip uncertainly, her gaze also becoming uncertain. "It's the thoughts and worries coming from me..." he breathed deeply, followed by a sigh.
Amu briefly considered, but the thought of directly helping him with her mouth as he did to her was too embarrassing for her. She took his hands and led them to the headboard of the bed so he could sit upright. She kissed him again and began to remove his lower body clothing, gently massaging his penis. She pressed her breasts against his chest, kissing passionately. She felt Nagi's breath quicken, and his body twitched beneath her. "Stop fighting it!" she said decisively, gripping his penis more firmly. When he twitched, he winced a little in pain. He understood that she had him in her hand.
The lilac-haired man swallowed and felt himself slowly losing control. He couldn't prevent himself from getting aroused and sighed disheartenedly. /This won't last long anyways.../ he thought uncertainly, glancing away again. Every touch from her was new to him.
"Nagi, it's okay. I just want to be with you. Relax and let yourself go with me. Your tension only makes it harder for you, darling," she said lovingly. Nagi felt the tension fall away from him. She had never called him that before, and it filled his heart with joy. However, a question still troubled him. "What if it happens immediately, and I can't continue?" Amu chuckled and kissed his nose. "Then so be it. We have time."
He swallowed again and looked into her eyes, shining with love. After a few deliberate breaths, he finally let go of his worries and focused only on his love for her and how his desire grew stronger, while she still played gently with his penis. Even his hips moved in the rhythm of her hand. "All good? Ready?" his beloved inquired with a gentle smile. He nodded, and in the next moment, Amu positioned herself slowly over his lap, sinking down slowly while guiding his penis with one hand, immediately eliciting a soft moan from both of them. In this position, they were incredibly close, as she pressed her upper body against his and wrapped her arms around his neck while still lovingly kissing him.
She held him tightly as she began to move up and down slowly at first, feeling him inside her with every movement. "I love you..." she whispered, her breath again uncontrollably getting faster. Meanwhile, Nagi continued to breathe deliberately and controlled, struggling not to be overwhelmed by these new sensations. "I love you too," he replied strained, leaning his head against the headboard. He closed his eyes and tried to shut everything out a little, still enjoying feeling her like this.
The pink-haired girl turned her gaze to her beloved and noticed how focused he was, with sweat beads forming on his face. She smiled and shook her head before accelerating her movements. After all, she didn't want him to resist or hold back, and her goal was to break that will.
Her arms released the lilac-haired man, allowing her hands to play with his nipples.
Nagi breathed laboriously through an open mouth, so Amu could not only feel but also clearly hear his breath. "Just give in already," she said with an amused voice, amidst her own heavy breathing. The young man opened his eyes and looked at her with an exhausted expression. "Surely not..." he replied, feeling each time she moved so that he penetrated deeper into her made it even harder. His pulse skyrocketed, and his senses felt clouded.
"Can you even enjoy this, you stubborn donkey?" she stuck her tongue out at him and showed a little mercy by sitting still on his lap and member for a moment. He breathed a sigh of relief and used the break to gather and calm his senses. "Yes... of course..."
"You're way too focused. Let go," she kissed his cheek gently and tucked some hair behind his ears. "And you're allowed to do this too," she took his hands and placed them on her breasts, which he hadn't touched the entire time.
"Let's reach this together, okay?" while Amu continued to smile gently and calmly, Nagi looked at her almost pleadingly, then grabbed her head and kissed her on the forehead and then passionately on her soft lips. His hands felt her soft breasts for a moment before gliding down her body and finally forming a firm grip around her hips. He began to move his hips, initially slowly and deliberately, but then faster. Amu followed his rhythm passionately, closing her eyes to better concentrate on each thrust of his penis. She felt him growing harder and larger until she finally felt a warm liquid, and they both grinned, muffling their relieved and lustful moans. She had also reached her third orgasm now.
Nagi closed his eyes and breathed faster than ever before, feeling his body unique, light, and relieved like never before. He swallowed and closed his eyes again, leaning his head exhaustedly against the headboard of the bed. His heart felt like it was about to explode. Amu placed her palm against his chest and felt how strong and fast his heart was beating. She felt his penis twitch inside her, still hard, and grinned cheekily. "See, worried for nothing. The one down there wants more."
Nagi held his forehead and continued to look at her completely breathless, blinking a few times incredulously. It was quite possible that the thing down there wanted more, but he was simply overwhelmed by the entire situation and the whole evening, unable to channel any of his emotions anymore. Finally, he took a deep breath, picked her up, and changed positions, inserting his penis into her again. If she wanted more, she would get more. So, several hours passed full of lust, until to Nagi's amazement, Amu gave up and was completely exhausted.
They lay arm in arm on the bed as their breath slowly returned to normal. "I basically bathed for nothing today..." murmured the pink-haired girl as she surveyed her sweaty body. "But you can join me," she grinned cheekily and played with Nagi's hair. "You're not suggesting now, are you?!" his expression expressed despair because the fact that it could last so long at all was due to him constantly exerting his full concentration to not ejaculate too often. He was mentally exhausted and sighed.
Amu chuckled amusedly at his reaction. "I'm just teasing you. Besides, if I could still go on, we wouldn't have had to stop."
"At some point, my willpower also has its limits, Amu," he complained desperately, sighing at the same time.
"It's your own fault. I told you to stop," she shrugged, showing him no mercy.
"Then it wouldn't have lasted so long," he sulked a little, after all, he was trying his best for her, not for himself.
"If you keep doing it like this every time, your beautiful head might fry one day," she booped his nose with hers and looked deep into his eyes.
"Every time...?"
"Don't you want to?" she tilted her head inquiringly. Was she so bad that she had put him off for the future? She frowned.
"I do..." he smiled sheepishly and pulled her closer to him.
From that day on, this aspect of a relationship gradually became part of their relationship, and they felt increasingly connected to each other. Amu was also glad for this positive change to do this regularly because she wanted to and enjoyed it, not because she had to. Nagi, on the other hand, remained embarrassed and unsure for a while, until he eventually regained his confidence and charm in this matter, which he normally had.
Of course, Yoru and the other maids eventually noticed that something had changed between the two of them, and when they started asking for more time for themselves, they quickly realized that they were regularly reaching the next level. Yoru reluctantly decided not to tell Ikuto about it, because even though he had more or less given his 'okay,' he certainly wouldn't have expected it to become a regular occurrence.