Chapter 353 Irina ②*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Irina’s smug expression hadn’t even fully settled before it shattered. Her sentence hung in the air as Aki’s fingers pried open her soft velvet petals and pushed deep inside her.
Irina arched her back instinctively. Then she thrust herself forward to welcome his intrusion.
Pure, carnal pleasure hit her like a physical blow. An involuntary shriek tore from her throat. Her hips writhed mindlessly.
Aki didn’t hesitate. He captured her parted lips in a heated, hungry kiss as he moved.
The suddenness shocked her. But it only pulled her deeper into the primal hunger already clawing at her sanity.
After a long, burning kiss, Aki could wait no longer. His desire flared—hot and suffocating. He whispered, his voice low and ragged: “Miss Irina, shall we continue?”
”I… I don’t know…”
Irina’s voice was a fragile, breathless whimper. Her face flushed with shame. Yet there was a desperate, bewitching charm in her tone.
”Don’t you want a child? Are you really going to abandon the mission now?”
”Right… the mission… I have to… complete the mission…”
The struggle in Irina’s eyes flickered. It settled into a fleeting clarity—a psychological shield. A desperate attempt to protect her fragile self from sensory overload.
Aki kissed her again. This time, her response matched his fervor.
He pulled back suddenly. Then he leaned his weight onto her yielding, silken frame.
”Tell me: you want to carry my child.”
Aki held her gaze. He used his knee to slowly, deliberately part her snowy, rounded thighs.
His palm slipped back to the entrance of her flower-hole. He stroked her with deliberate, agonizing gentleness.
Irina was already slick—primed and waiting. When his fingers teased her most sensitive bud 1, she could no longer hold back her keening, ragged cries.
”Don’t—don’t torture me anymore, please… give it to me… just give it to me, okay…?”
”Alright. I’ll help you finish your mission. But whether you can seize the opportunity and conceive in one go? That’s entirely up to you.”
Irina’s supple, reclining body writhed. Her prominent chest heaved. She radiated an aura of pure, intoxicating desire.
Aki raised his throbbing, massive length. He aligned it with her mesmerizing entrance. He began by grinding against the outer petals. Then he moved to tease and prod the ruby-red pearl.
The girl’s inexperienced, delicate Flower Valley couldn’t withstand the barrage. Shameful, sweet Spring Water began to cascade in a steady, bubbling stream.
”Irina, I’m coming in.”
Aki’s thick Great Dragon pushed forward—one agonizing, exquisite millimeter at a time. Her maidenhead shattered under his relentless advance.
Even in the moment of deflowering, Aki used his expert technique. He quickly turned the sting of pain into a rush of overwhelming, addictive pleasure.
The chestnut-haired, busty schoolgirl barely had time to register the pain before Aki washed it away.
Moreover, under the influence of his Dual Cultivation Ability, the desires buried deep within Irina’s soul erupted in a single, unstoppable wave.
Irina’s tight, narrow channel—drenched and feverish—clamped around his massive Great Dragon. She swallowed him whole until he was buried to the very hilt.
Despite Aki intentionally tempering his size, it was an impossible feat for a maiden. Yet she took it all.
”So tight… so slick…”
As the Great Dragon reached the deepest, most secret reaches of Irina’s passage, Aki couldn’t help but groan—a low, guttural confession.
It was bliss—an otherworldly, divine sensation. Truly, she was a virgin Angel-class busty schoolgirl, raised by the Church for perfection.
Aki felt the walls of her interior wrap around his Great Dragon like a living thing. They were searingly hot, tight, and impossibly slick.
The flesh inside her passage pulsed and spasmed—a jade clam clinging to his length, sucking at him with every frantic, rhythmic contraction.
The intimacy of that soft, tender valley—it was a literal ‘Spring Water Jade Vessel.’ As his Great Dragon forced its way in, her own essence poured out in a torrential, rhythmic flood.
”Ah…!”
Irina cried out—a tragic, beautiful sound. Even with the minimized pain of the maidenhead’s rupture, the sharp tearing still sent a jolt of agony through her.
Pain and pleasure collided in a chaotic blur. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to drive deeper or to tear him out of her body.
Her brows furrowed. Tears streamed down her face like a willow in the wind—a sight that softened even Aki, despite his tactical, mission-oriented exterior.
He knew, deep down, that her ‘mission-first’ attitude was nothing more than an awkward, brittle persona.
If she hadn’t harbored feelings for him—if it had been anyone else, even the Archangel Michael—she never would have agreed to this.
Aki leaned down. His hands tenderly brushed the hair disheveled by her movements. His voice was a soft, soothing lullaby: “Irina-chan, I’m sorry. I hurt you.”
He wiped the tear from her cheek. He kissed her flushed, quivering lips. He nibbled gently on her nose, lavishing care upon the distraught, breathtaking creature beneath him.
His rigid, throbbing Great Dragon remained buried within her hot, moist sanctuary—still, waiting for her to adapt.
Under Aki’s gentle, honeyed caresses, the sharp edge of the pain gradually ebbed. In the heavy, shameful silence, the sheer, throbbing fullness of his heat inside her began to bring a new, electric sensation.
Irina’s tear-clouded eyes softened into a look of absolute surrender. The soul-crushing, bone-melting pleasure ignited. It finally surfaced all the sexual desire she had spent a lifetime suppressing.
The flaxen-haired, busty schoolgirl was reborn in desire. With a soft moan, she unconsciously arched her body. Her hips and thighs swayed in a seductive rhythm, savoring the friction of the Great Dragon against her inner walls.
She was a flower now, blooming under his touch—shy, fragile, yet desperate for the rain.
Aki, fully aware of her reaction and her needs, couldn’t help but find the situation amusing. He teased, even though he knew the answer: “My sweet Irina, does it still hurt?”
Irina blushed. Her face turned a deep, vibrant crimson. Yet she answered honestly, her voice a breathless, whimpering sigh: “It’s… it’s gone now… but… inside, it’s a little… itchy…”
Aki nipped at her delicate earlobe. His voice was a soft, velvet purr: “Irina-chan, then what would you like to do about it?”
”Uhh… mnn…”
Irina bit her lip. Her brilliant purple eyes were so wet they seemed ready to spill over. But that stubborn, awkward streak in her still prevented her from speaking the words he wanted to hear.
She felt the massive, burning, unyielding length deep inside her core. It felt as if it possessed a life of its own—no longer waiting for its master’s commands. It began to throb and swell, moving of its own accord.
Even clenching her body around him was useless. The sheer, alien pleasure forced her to let out a series of high-pitched, helpless gasps. She couldn’t stop the moans from escaping. Her own legs locked around his waist to pull him closer.
Aki’s leading edge found her most sensitive Flower Core. Held tight by the pulsating walls of her passage, he ground and rotated against it. A matching, electric tremor drew from her own core. They were locked in a reciprocal dance—a mutual, unspoken pact of pleasure.
Aki had bedded many women. He knew: Irina was starving. Her desire had long ago turned into an inferno.
She needed him to strip away her inner walls. To wash away the delusions of a life pledged to a god that was, from the very beginning, a hollow, empty promise.
He would take her with the most powerful thrusts, the most relentless speed, the most grinding force—pushing her to the absolute, soul-shattering peak of climax. Until she was utterly submissive. Until she finally recognized the reality of her own heart.
Aki bent his head and captured one of her heaving, beautiful breasts. He sucked and bit as he drove his hips forward—a brutal, powerful assault on her sensitive, Spring Water-drenched Flower Core.
He stopped the teasing. His rhythm slowed, then deepened. His solid chest pressed against her firm, upright, impossibly soft mounds. He ground and squeezed her in a display of raw, carnal satisfaction.
The sexy, burning girl’s body was a fever-dream of desire.
Under Aki’s grinding, rhythmic prodding, her tender bud stood erect. Her body twisted and arched violently. Her scarlet, ripe lips parted to emit sounds of intoxicating abandon. Her waist swung in a desperate, frenzied rhythm, meeting every thrust of the Great Dragon embedded deep within her.
Watching the noble Irina—pinned beneath him, unable to do anything but surrender to burning heat, her voice broken by waves of shameless, erotic cries—Aki knew he had successfully led her into the most primal, unadulterated pleasure.
Little Aki’s movements—sometimes shallow, sometimes reaching for the very depths—traversed her fairy-cave, driving Irina to the brink of insanity.
Seeing her cast away every remaining shred of pride, Aki quickened his pace. He increased the intensity of his thrusts.
A barrage of powerful, deep strikes hit the sensitive Flower Core again and again. The Spring Water in her hole flooded like a broken dam. Her rhythm matched the sound of his muscular abdomen slapping against her white, snowy mount of Venus—a wet, slapping cadence that echoed through the room.
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Summary:
The scene initiates with Aki beginning an intimate encounter with Irina, whose initial bravado is quickly dismantled by his physical dominance. As the act progresses, Aki maneuvers her through various stages of arousal, systematically breaking down her internal conflicts and religious conditioning. The sequence concludes with a high-intensity, rhythmic climax where Irina fully surrenders to her repressed desires, with the status of her complete emotional and physical submission remaining the primary, unresolved variable.
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Trivia:
The character Irina is described as being raised by the Church specifically to be an ‘Angel’ virgin, implying a background of extreme purity before her corruption.
Aki employs a ‘Dual Cultivation Ability,’ suggesting his sexual encounters serve as a mechanism for power or influence beyond mere physical pleasure.
Irina’s persistent mention of a ‘mission’ acts as a psychological defense mechanism, which she uses to justify her actions to herself as she succumbs to her desires.
The use of ‘Flower Valley,’ ‘Great Dragon,’ and ‘Spring Water’ are recurring thematic euphemisms used to frame the erotic action through a fantasy-RPG lens.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Irina – A 17-year-old Church Angel and A-rank Holy Sword wielder, she is a lively, curvaceous student with long chestnut hair. Formerly a devout believer struggling with her faith, she is now a cheerful six-winged angel deeply devoted to Aki. While she maintains a professional demeanor in the field, she remains a childhood friend to Issei, balancing her past duties with a firm commitment to her future with Aki.
• Aki – A tall, handsome Kuoh Academy strategist and King-status devil, this ambitious protagonist wields a powerful dragon-like physique and adaptive cultivation. Mastering Instant Illusion, he uses soul contracts and Evil Pieces to shape his growing supernatural peerage and harem. He confidently balances complex conflicts and companion dynamics while relentlessly pursuing God-tier power and influence.
• Y – The first initial/part of the name Y Ddraig Goch.
• Michael – A handsome, pragmatic Archangel in golden armor, he leads Heaven and the surviving Seraphs after God’s disappearance. Wielding a dragon-slaying Holy Sword, he possesses power exceeding a Super-Devil and unmatched intelligence. He maintains the System to preserve peace among the Three Factions, prioritizing order over individual lives, and modified the Holy Sword Project’s fatal rituals.
• Venus – The goddess of beauty used as a standard of perfection.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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