Chapter 299: Sex With The Four, Part 5

Kouhei’s hands slid forward, gripping Hina’s slender, delicate hips.

Her skin felt impossibly soft, so smooth it almost seemed like Hina could melt into the warmth of Kouhei’s palms at any second.

Hina stayed where she was, body lowered and waiting, her breath catching in her throat as she braced herself.

On the surface, her face looked calm, her lips parted only slightly—but inside, her heart was pounding, and a faint tremor of nervous anticipation ran through her.

Kouhei lifted his cock, the tip glistening, and aimed it straight at Hina’s dripping wet pussy.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her.

“Nghhhh!”

Her tight pussy swallowed his dick whole, the heat of her insides wrapping around him like velvet.

He felt her slick walls clamp down, squeezing him so snugly it sent a shudder rolling up his back.

“Ahhh… ahh…~ It feels good…” Hina gasped, voice shaky, her breath hot and ragged. “K-Kouhei… your penis… it feels so good…”

She arched her back, her breasts lifting with each shallow, trembling breath.

Every thick inch of his cock stretched her, and her walls clung to him desperately, twitching and milking him without pause.

Kouhei himself was still raw, overly sensitive from cumming before—every squeeze of her pussy felt like an electric shock shooting up his spine, pooling hotly around his tailbone.

“Ahhhn, ahhh…~ Ahh, ahhh…~”

She let out soft, shaky gasps, feeling the fullness overwhelm her, her pussy stretched to its limit.

“Are you okay, Hina-san?” Kouhei asked, his voice hoarse, barely steady.

“Ahhh… y-yes… I just… had a light orgasm…” she whispered, her eyes dazed and half-lidded, lashes fluttering.

Even if it was a small orgasm, it had hit her so suddenly it left her body trembling, a sharp spark of pleasure flashing white-hot behind her eyes.

“Ahhh… ah…~”

She kept gasping for breath, chest rising and falling as the aftershocks made her thighs twitch and her pussy clench tighter around him.

Seeing she could still breathe, Kouhei started moving his hips, pushing in deeper with slow, forceful thrusts.

“Ahhhngghhhh~!!!”

Hina’s eyes shot wide as another burst of white blinded her for a moment and his cock had slammed straight into her deepest part, knocking firmly against her womb.

Kouhei’s grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and he ground his hips against her ass, making it jiggle with each wet slap of their bodies colliding.

“Ahh, ahhhnghh~ Ahh, ahhh… ahh…~! Ah, ahh, ahh…! Ah, ah, ahhh, ahh, ahh…!”

Her moans bounced around them, echoing off the bath’s stone walls as Kouhei kept thrusting harder, his dick sliding in and out of her sloppy, dripping pussy.

Hina’s hands scrambled on the floor, nails scratching and dragging over the cold, wet cobblestones, the sound mixing with her gasps.

“Ahhnghhh~! Ahh, K-Kouhei…~ Ahhh, ahhh, I-… I… ahhnghhh~…”

Her orgasm built painfully slowly, coiling tight in her belly and making her muscles shake.

“Ahhnghhh~ Ahh, ahhh…! Ah, ah, hahhhh~!!!”

Each thrust battered her womb, the thick head of his cock pressing against the tight ring deep inside, making her body spasm.

The others felt it, too.

“H-Hina’s… sensitivity… it’s too much, I feel like I’m gonna cum again already…”

Because of the Sensory Sharing, every shudder and clench of Hina’s pussy, every pulse of heat inside her, echoed through them all.

Hina, being a succubus, had a natural, almost unbearable sensitivity to sex with her pussy was turning messier and wetter around Kouhei’s cock, and they all felt every slippery squeeze.

“Ahhhnghhh~ Ahh, ahh… ahhh, ahh, ahhh…!”

“Ahh, ahh, ahhh…~ Ah, ah, ahh… ah, ah, ahhh…~”

“Hgnhh…~ Ahhnnnghh…~ Ahh, ahhh…~”

Even though the other three had been resting, still flushed from earlier orgasms, the shared sensations pushed them right back to the brink.

Their bodies arched, spines curving as they moaned uncontrollably, eyes squeezed shut.

Kouhei clenched his teeth hard, a throbbing pressure boiling up and tying into a knot deep in his core.

“Ahhh, K-Kouhei… please, cum together with me… Cum…~ Ahhhnnn, ahhh…!”

Kouhei’s jaw tightened so fiercely it felt like it might crack, his hips pounding harder as he chased every desperate twitch of her inner walls.

“Ahhhh…~ Ahh, ah, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh~”

“Hngghhh, ahhh, ahh, ah, ah, ahhh…~”

“Hnnn, fuaahhh, ahhnn, ahhhngghhh~”

The other three, too, were dragged helplessly toward the edge, breaths breaking apart into moans.

Kouhei felt it—this was it. Together, they were about to cross into Connective Love Link, every nerve on fire from shared climax.

“Everyone… together…” he breathed, voice rough and low.

“C-Cum… together… cumming…~” Hina echoed, her voice high and trembling.

And then…

They all came at once, pleasure detonating like an explosion through every limb.

“Hggghghhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!”

“Ahnggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!”

“HanngggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhH~!!!”

“Nhggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

Their bodies convulsed, heat pulsing through every vein.

At the same instant, Kouhei’s cock throbbed deep inside, and with one last powerful slam of his hips, he erupted.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

His sperm flooded her pussy, so much that her womb swelled slightly from the heat and weight. Cum spilled back around his cock, dripping messily from her entrance.

Above them, colored auras burst from each body and twisting together in a spiraling dance of light.

All of them felt a wild, electric surge coursing through their limbs, strength and warmth spreading outward.

Connective Love Link was complete.

Panting, Kouhei leaned forward, and pressed his body to Hina’s back.

***

Sakurako and Shizue pressed their ears tightly against the heavy wooden door of the bathroom, their breath caught in their throats.

From inside, unmistakably lewd and wet sounds echoed softly—slaps of flesh, breathless moans, gasps too raw to mistake. And now, it was painfully, embarrassingly clear what was happening beyond that door…

“They’re having sex!” Sakurako blurted out in a sharp whisper, her eyes wide with disbelief and cheeks flushed a deep red.

Being a demon werewolf, every filthy sound, every desperate moan from inside reached her ears clearer and sharper than anyone else’s. The rawness of it made her heart race, embarrassment and curiosity twisting together in her chest.

“Shh! Keep it down or they’ll hear us!” Shizue shot back, her own face tinged pink as she pressed a trembling finger to her lips, glancing nervously toward the corridor.

“I-I mean… after everything, they’re actually doing it…! T-This is the first time I’ve really caught them in the act,” Sakurako stammered, swallowing hard, her voice cracking with a mix of shock and fascination.

“You’re not wrong,” Shizue murmured, her expression softening. “Honestly, though… it’s a bit disappointing. It feels like we’re being left behind…”

She lowered her gaze, her voice dropping to something almost too quiet to hear. “I mean… I knew they were doing sexy things, but hearing it so clearly now just… makes it feel real.”

Sakurako’s ears twitched. “W-Wait… you knew already?”

“You’d have known too if you’d stayed longer at the mansion,” Shizue sighed, a faint, almost teasing smile tugging at her lips. “With your werewolf hearing, you could’ve heard it all. I’ve visited sometimes… so, yes. I know they were having sex.”

“Ugh… I feel so left out,” Sakurako groaned, her shoulders slumping, frustration and jealousy mixing on her flushed face. “Everything’s been happening so fast… First, I didn’t even know Okumura-senpai died. Then everyone went through so much just to bring him back… then Yuuna-sama surrendered herself to her brother, and now Okumura-senpai is leading us to war just to save her. So many things keep happening, and it feels like I’m always the last to know. It sucks…”

“You don’t need to carry that weight alone,” Shizue said softly, her voice unexpectedly warm as she reached out to gently ruffle Sakurako’s hair, her fingers brushing through the soft strands.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps made them freeze, and Yumi appeared, her imposing figure blocking the dim light of the corridor.

“What are you two doing here?” Yumi asked, her tone calm but edged with quiet authority, arms folded firmly under the swell of her large breasts. “Why aren’t you getting ready?”

“N-Nothing! We were just… curious about what kind of preparation they were doing inside,” Sakurako blurted, her voice faltering under Yumi’s steady gaze.

For a heartbeat, Yumi just looked at them, eyes narrowing slightly. But then, almost against her own judgment, a flicker of curiosity lit in her expression too.

Ever since Kouhei’s death, Yumi had found herself drawn to watch him more closely.

The way he’d changed the people around him—people she’d known to be stubborn, proud, or even broken—had left her quietly wondering just what kind of person he truly was.

So, even she couldn’t help but wonder what sort of “preparation” was happening behind that closed door—what kind of power-up Kouhei might be drawing out of such an act.

Yet despite her curiosity, Yumi understood something the others sometimes forgot: the importance of privacy.

She had a guess—a very strong one—about what was happening inside. But they weren’t allowed to enter, and that meant they weren’t supposed to eavesdrop, either.

“Come on, you two,” Yumi finally said, her voice firm but not unkind. “We’re about to go to war. Of course, we should be preparing ourselves, too.”

Reluctantly, Sakurako and Shizue lowered their heads, stealing one last guilty glance at the door.

Their curiosity still burned, but Yumi’s quiet command left no room to argue.

They had barely turned to leave when it happened.

Suddenly, from behind the thick door, a surge of power burst out—so raw and forceful it rattled through the stone walls and sent a tremor underfoot.

The air itself seemed to grow heavier, buzzing with something alive and wild, making their knees weaken and hearts skip a beat.

“T-This is…?” Yumi whispered, her breath catching as her eyes widened at the invisible shockwave that pressed against her chest.

“This is… the Love Link?” Sakurako murmured, her voice trembling, eyes wide with awe.

It was a strange power—hard to describe, raw and unpolished, yet impossibly deep.

Its force was so overwhelming it felt as though it had torn a hole straight through the ceiling, spilling upward like an uncontainable flood of light.

And at that moment, they knew, beyond doubt.

They were ready—truly ready—for the battle that lay ahead.