Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious

Chapter 123: Chapter 44

The moon hung low in the sky, casting elongated, silver shadows across the tatami mats of Seijirou’s room.

He lay on his back, his hands behind his head, replaying the sensations of the afternoon spar.

His Spirit Circuits felt different—wider, more resilient. The way his Ki had autonomously mapped Ichibei’s movements felt less like a technique and more like an extension of his own five senses.

Just then, the silence of the night was broken by the soft, rhythmic sliding of the door.

He sat up as Retsu stepped into the room.

She looked restored, the deathly pallor of her twenty-day vigil replaced by her usual porcelain glow.

However, she wasn’t alone. She was leading a young woman by the hand—a disciple Seijirou vaguely recognized from the training grounds.

The girl, Hiyori, was the picture of fragile beauty.

Her emerald eyes were downcast, her long black hair disheveled, and her fingers trembled where Retsu held them. She looked like a woman hollowed out by grief, her spirit brittle and seeking an anchor.

“Seijirou-kun,” Retsu said, her voice a smooth, velvet purr.

She settled into a graceful seiza position at the edge of the futon, pulling Hiyori down beside her. “I’ve brought you a guest. This is Hiyori. She is a dedicated student of Grandfather’s, but she is currently suffering from a very… persistent shadow.”

Seijirou leaned back on one hand, his eyes narrowing as he scanned Hiyori. He could feel the cold, stagnant residue of mourning clinging to her. “And why are you bringing her to me, Retsu? I’m here to train, not to play therapist.”

“Hiyori has a request,” Retsu continued, her smile widening just a fraction—a predatory glint appearing in her eyes. “She lost someone she loved. A man she never got to confess to. The regret is poison, Seijirou-kun. It’s rotting her potential. She wants to forget. She wants to overwrite that pain with something… more substantial.”

Hiyori finally looked up. Her emerald eyes were glassy, reflecting the moonlight and the overwhelming presence of the man sitting before her.

She saw the silver-gold flicker of his aura, a light that felt warm and solid compared to the cold ghost of Samu that haunted her mind.

“Please,” Hiyori whispered, her voice cracking. “Lady Retsu said… she said the only way to forget is to find a new light. I can’t live with the silence anymore. Please… help me forget him.”

Seijirou stared at her for a long moment.

Honestly, doing that to a grieving girl wanting to forget her old love felt like such a scumbag move, but if a food fell to your mouth, just shut up and swallow.

So he didn’t waste words and reached out, his hand closing around Hiyori’s wrist.

His grip was firm, radiating a heat that made her gasp, then with a single, fluid pull, he drew her onto the futon, her slight frame collapsing against his chest.

“You want to forget?” Seijirou murmured, his voice low and absolute.

He leaned down, his breath ghosting over her ear as his Ki began to hum, locking onto the Trajectory of her heartbeat. “Then stop looking at the past. From this moment on, the only thing your heart is allowed to remember is the heat of my hand.”

Hiyori’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into the fabric of his clothes as the sheer weight of his presence began to drown out the memory of the training hall beam and the swaying rope.

Retsu remained at the side, her hands folded neatly on her lap.

She watched with a clinical, rapt fascination, her red eyes tracking every spike in Hiyori’s pulse and every shift in Seijirou’s aura.

Hiyori’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her eyes darting nervously between the Seijirou and the floor, still haunted by memories of her lost love.

But Seijirou’s voice was calm and commanding, pulling her focus.

“Relax, Hiyori,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of her yukata’s collar. “This is about discovering pleasure anew. Let go of the past, feel only what’s here now.”

He slowly untied the sash, parting the fabric to reveal her pale skin, her large breasts rising and falling with quick breaths, with her nipples hardened in the cool air, and Seijirou’s gaze lingered appreciatively.

From her seiza position on the side, Retsu watched with wide eyes, her own body tingling with curiosity.

She shifted slightly, the tightness in her core growing as she observed every detail—the way Hiyori’s thighs trembled when Seijirou’s hand slid down her stomach, brushing over the soft patch of hair between her legs.

Seijirou parted Hiyori’s knees wider, exposing her pussy, already glistening with reluctant arousal.

“See how your body responds?” he said, dipping a finger along her slit, collecting the wetness and circling her clit lightly.

Hiyori gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

“That’s natural. Touch here builds the heat.” He pressed firmer, rubbing in slow circles until her breaths turned to soft moans.

Retsu bit her lip, her hands clenched in her lap. She’d never seen Seijirou be intimate with another woman, and the sight of Hiyori’s folds swelling under Seijirou’s touch made her own pussy ache with envy.

She leaned forward subtly, absorbing the lesson as if it were her own.

“Now, taste,” Seijirou instructed, lifting his slick finger to Hiyori’s lips.

She hesitated, then parted her mouth, sucking tentatively. The flavor of herself surprised her, but she licked again, eyes fluttering shut.

Seijirou nodded approvingly. “Good. Pleasure comes from all senses. Lie down, I’ll show you more.”

Hiyori reclined, her yukata falling open completely.

Seijirou positioned himself between her legs, his cock straining against his pants as he lowered his head.

His tongue flicked out, lapping at her entrance before delving inside, thrusting gently while his thumb worked her clit.

Hiyori’s hands flew to his hair, pulling as waves of sensation crashed over her, pushing thoughts of her deceased love further away with each wet stroke.

Retsu’s breath hitched, her thighs pressing together for friction.

She imagined the warmth of that tongue on her own skin, the way Hiyori’s body arched, pussy clenching visibly around nothing.

The room filled with the sounds of slurping licks and Hiyori’s whimpers, drawing Retsu deeper into the voyeuristic thrill.

Seijirou’s tongue plunged deeper into Hiyori’s pussy, thrusting in and out with steady rhythm while his lips sucked on her clit.

Hiyori’s thighs quivered around his head, her fingers twisting in his hair as she cried out, the first real spark of pleasure igniting since her loss.

“Oh… Seijirou-kun,” she whimpered, her hips grinding up to meet his mouth.

He hummed against her folds, the vibration sending shocks through her core, and she shattered—her pussy contracting in sharp pulses, juices flooding his tongue as her orgasm ripped through her body.

He pulled back slowly, licking his lips clean of her release, his eyes locked on hers.

“That’s your first release tonight,” he said, voice rough with desire. “But we’re just starting. Now, learn to give as well.”

Hiyori nodded breathlessly, sitting up as he stood and shed his pants. His cock sprang free, the head already leaking pre-cum.

She stared, wide-eyed, but reached out tentatively, wrapping her small hand around the base.

“Stroke it like this,” Seijirou guided, covering her hand with his to show the motion—up and down, firm but not too tight.

Hiyori followed, her grip warming as his shaft throbbed in her palm.

Precum smeared over her fingers, making the slide smoother.

Retsu, still in seiza nearby, leaned closer, her pulse racing. Her own hand itched to mimic the strokes, but she held back, her thighs clenched tight.

“Now, use your mouth,” Seijirou instructed, tilting Hiyori’s chin up.

She parted her lips, tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting the salty bead there. Encouraged, she took the head inside, sucking lightly while her hand pumped the length.

Seijirou groaned, threading fingers through her hair. “Deeper, relax your throat.”

Hiyori bobbed forward, gagging slightly as more of his cock filled her mouth, but she persisted, slurping around him, saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with his precum.

Retsu’s breath came in shallow pants; the wet sounds of Hiyori’s blowjob filled the room, making her pussy throb.

She shifted, one hand slipping under her yukata to brush her clit, but she stopped, not wanting to interrupt the lesson.

Seijirou’s hips rocked gently, fucking Hiyori’s mouth in shallow thrusts until he groaned, “Swallow.”

Hiyori looked up, curious, but then her eyes widened as a hot liquid from Seijirou’s mouth filled her mouth.

She tried to pull back, but Seijirou held her head tightly, even pushing her down to thrust his dick deeper.

She swallowed, tears falling from her eyes.

“Ha~,” Seijirou pulled out, smirking as she caressed her cheeks and wiped the tears of her eyes, “Good girl. Now, let me fill you up properly.”

He eased Hiyori onto her back again, positioning his cock at her entrance. She was already soaked, her pussy lips parted and inviting.

“P-Please be gentle…, it’s my first time…” She whispered.

“Mm,” Seijirou hummed, and with a slow push, he sank inside, inch by inch, stretching her tight walls as Hiyori gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Congrats.” Seijirou caressed her hair, “How does it feel to lose your virginity?”

“I-It hurts, but good… ” she admitted, legs wrapping around his waist.

Seijirou bottomed out, holding still to let her adjust, then began a long, deep strokes that made her breasts bounce.

“Feel how I hit deep?” he murmured, angling to rub her inner walls.

Hiyori moaned, her body responding, pussy clenching around his invading cock as he picked up pace, pounding harder, the slap of skin on skin echoing.

Retsu watched transfixed, her fingers now circling her own clit under the fabric, matching his rhythm.

Hiyori’s cries grew louder, another climax building as Seijirou’s balls tightened.

He pulled out just before release, flipping her onto her hands and knees. “This position lets me go even deeper.”

He gripped her hips, slamming back in from behind as Hiyori’s ass jiggled with each thrust, her face pressed to the mat as she pushed back, lost in the sensation.

Seijirou reached around, pinching her clit, and she came again—harder this time, squirting a little around his cock.

He followed seconds later, grunting as he pumped hot cum deep into her pussy, filling her until it leaked out.

Hiyori collapsed, breathing heavily, but Seijirou wasn’t done, and after a brief pause, he kissed her neck.

“Round two, your turn to ride.”

Hiyori, flushed and eager now, straddled him. She lowered onto his still-hard cock, gasping at the fullness as she put her hands on his chest and rocked her hips, finding a grind that made her clit rub against his base.

Seijirou thrust up to meet her, hands squeezing her ass, spreading her cheeks.

Retsu crawled forward, kneeling beside them.

Then, as Hiyori rode faster, her pussy slurping wetly on his cock, breasts swaying, Retsu suddenly touched Hiyori’s thigh, then boldly leaned in to suck on one nipple, drawing a surprised moan from her.

Emboldened, Retsu stripped her yukata, exposing her incredibly erotic body Seijirou pulled her closer, guiding her to straddle his face.

“Sit, let me taste you while she rides.”

Retsu lowered her pussy onto his mouth, shivering as his tongue lapped her folds. He ate her out voraciously, sucking her clit while Hiyori bounced on his cock.

The three moved in sync, moans blending.

Hiyori came first, grinding down hard, her juices soaking his groin and soon, Retsu followed, humping his face as orgasm hit, her thighs shaking.

Seijirou flipped positions again, laying Hiyori flat and pulling Retsu onto all fours beside her.

“Now, both of you.” He slid into Retsu’s tight pussy first, groaning at the squeeze.

She yelped, then sighed in pleasure as he thrust steadily, stretching her open.

Switching back to Hiyori, he fucked her missionary-style, legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration.

Cum from before mixed with fresh arousal, making obscene squelches. Retsu watched, fingering herself, until he beckoned her over.

“Suck her while I fuck.”

Retsu dove in, tongue flicking Hiyori’s clit above his pounding cock. Hiyori thrashed, cumming explosively, pulling Retsu’s hair.

For the next round, Seijirou had them side by side on their backs, legs spread wide.

He alternated thrusts, five in Hiyori’s cum-filled pussy, then five in Retsu’s slick heat, building them both up.

They kissed each other, hands roaming breasts and thighs, as he drove them to simultaneous orgasms.

He pulled out, stroking his cock to spray ropes of cum across their stomachs and pussies.

Resting briefly, sweat-slicked bodies tangled, Seijirou whispered, “One more round, anal this time, if you’re ready.”

Hiyori hesitated but nodded, curiosity winning. He lubed his fingers using her pussy juice, working one into her ass.

Seijirou positioned behind Hiyori, cock nudging her ass. “Breathe.”

He eased in slowly, the head popping past her resistance. Hiyori whimpered, but Retsu soothed her, sucking on her nipples and fingering her pussy.

Inch by inch, he filled her ass, then began shallow thrusts, building to full strokes. The tightness felt like milking him, and Hiyori surprised herself by moaning in bliss, the fullness overwhelming.

Retsu straddled Hiyori’s face, grinding her pussy on her tongue for a makeshift 69.

Hiyori licked eagerly, tasting Retsu’s arousal while Seijirou reamed her ass.

He reached to rub Hiyori’s clit, pushing her over the edge—her body convulsing, ass clenching around him.

He thrust deep, and eventually cumming inside her back passage, hot spurts filling her.

Finally, exhausted, they lay in a heap—Seijirou between the two women, fingers idly tracing their skin.

Hiyori smiled softly, the shadows of her past love faded in the afterglow.

Retsu nuzzled closer, already craving more lessons.

“That was… incredible,” Hiyori breathed.

Seijirou chuckled. “Is it? Then just come find me whenever you needed help.”

Hiyori blushed, nuzzling into his arms. “Yeah, I just might.”