Chapter 261 Shuriya’s Turn*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Aki watched, relishing the flush of shame creeping up the girl’s neck, his hands tracing the soft, springy weight of her breasts. Shuriya, now freed from his grip, had moved on her own, her touch eager and clumsy as she began to stroke and soothe Little Aki.
Beneath the hands of the silver-haired schoolgirl, his manhood grew heavy and demanding, pulsing with a life of its own, swelling until it was too thick for her to fully circle with one hand.
”Oh… so big… it’s really so big,” Shuriya whispered, her eyes locked on the engorged, throbbing sight. She squeezed firmly, a spark of amazement breaking through her nervousness.
Seeing that she was finally staring—truly staring—Aki knew she had reached the threshold. He climbed over her, pressing the thick, warm, wheat-toned velvet of her cleavage against his pulsing length. He moved slowly, grinding his hips, dragging his c**k against the soft, slick heat of her chest.
The schoolgirl moved in sync with him, her hands kneading her own breasts, working to trap him between the soft, yielding flesh. Her eyes, wide and glassy, fixed boldly on the head of his c**k as it pushed repeatedly through the divide of her cleavage.
As Shuriya began to soften into the rhythm, her expression shifting from shy to intoxicatingly sultry, Aki lifted his hips higher, quickening his pace. The angle was perfect; every forward thrust brought the tip of his c**k brushing against her delicate, parted lips.
Shuriya seemed to crave this game, a faint, dazed smile playing on her flushed face. Under Aki’s steady, hungry gaze, she couldn’t help but lick her lips, her tongue flickering out to dart against the head of his c**k—a sensation so sharp it sent a jolt of pure pleasure straight down his spine1.
”Shuriya-chan,” Aki teased, his voice dropping into a low, wicked hum, “you seem to like that quite a bit, don’t you?”
She glanced up at the throbbing length, then quickly looked away, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. She didn’t answer, but her tongue snuck out again, tracing her own wet, red lips. To a man as experienced as Aki, the meaning was clear: her own core was already slick with anticipation.
He didn’t want to feast just yet. Shifting forward, he trapped her hands beneath his knees, pinning her. He brought his hardened length up to her face, her chin caught between his braced thighs. He began to tease her, the tip of his c**k brushing her cheeks and chin until she was thrashing her head, overwhelmed by the exquisite torture. Finally, he brought it to rest right beneath her nose.
She could smell him—the raw, musk-heavy scent of him—and she pulled back, trying to escape. But Aki clamped his thighs shut, locking her in place. Shuriya looked up at him, her eyes burning with a desperate, heated light, and finally, she met his stare.
”Open up,” Aki commanded.
Shuriya blinked, her breath hitching, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and surrender. “No… oh, please… I… I really don’t know how to do this, I swear!”
Aki didn’t rush. He kept the pace slow, rhythmically tapping her flushed, porcelain cheeks. After a moment, he pressed the tip of his c**k firmly against her lips, pushing for an entry into that small, tempting mouth.
She tried to keep it barred, but her tongue betrayed her, slipping out on its own, sliding along the heat of his skin. When she realized what she’d done, she gasped and pulled back, her face twisting in mortification. But the sudden movement caused her tongue to lash against the most sensitive part of his head.
The accidental, stinging lick nearly brought him to his knees. He let out a ragged, satisfied groan. “Hmm? You said you didn’t know how… but it feels like you’re a natural at this.”
Shuriya was burning up, her heart drumming against her ribs. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t even look him in the eye.
Aki didn’t wait. He pinched her nose, forcing her mouth to open to gasp for air. It was only a sliver of space, but he took full advantage, pressing harder until she was forced to open wider. As she finally drew a ragged, desperate breath, he slid the head of his c**k into her mouth.
She clamped down instinctively, but he was already a third of the way inside. The image of her—her white teeth biting down on his purple, engorged head—was impossibly, dangerously erotic.
”Good girl, Shuriya-chan,” he murmured, stroking her forehead.
She stared at him for a long, heavy moment before relaxing her jaw, letting him push deeper. She thought about biting down—really biting down—to punish him, but instead, she went limp, letting Little Aki slide further into the depths. She lowered her lashes and began to swirl her tongue against the length of him.
Aki groaned, the sound raw and hungry, as he looked down at the girl performing this act for the first time. A swell of dark, possessive pride flooded him. Shuriya cast one last, mournful look at him, then relaxed her bite entirely, letting him fill her.
He pushed, the thickness of him stretching her cheeks until her lovely face looked transformed. She sucked at him hard, her flexible tongue working frantically, trying to please the man who had claimed her. When Aki began to pull back and slide in, she let out a series of muffled, whimpering sounds—a strange melody of pain and pleasure that belied the dazed, devoted look in her eyes.
He tested the depth, aiming for her throat, but every time he brushed against the back of her mouth, she whimpered, her expression crumpling in protest. He didn’t want to hurt her, not yet, but the urge to feel that tight, hot constriction was too much.
Moving with careful, predatory grace, he began to force the issue. Each thrust was harder, more demanding, until at last, despite her furrowed brows and the pained arch of her back, he forced himself into the narrow, yielding space of her throat.
Even with just the head of his c**k lodged in her throat, the feeling of being stretched and the searing, sharp heat were enough to draw tears from her eyes. She let out a muffled, desperate plea, shaking her head as if to flee, but Aki only drove deeper, a relentless, unyielding force.
It was like a strike to the chest. Shuriya shivered violently, her limbs kicking and flailing, her eyes wide with a sudden, sharp spike of terror.
Aki relented, pulling back just enough to let her gasp for air. The friction as he withdrew made him suck in his own breath, fighting the urge to plunge right back in. As the air hit her throat, she erupted into a fit of choking coughs, her breath coming in jagged, desperate gasps.
But even as she struggled, the moment she could breathe, Shuriya did the unthinkable—she opened her mouth, inviting him back for more, her voice a fragile, broken whisper: “I… I can try again… please…”
Stunned, Aki leaned in, his hips driving forward with renewed, hungry force, nearly burying his entire length in her throat. Nearly half of him remained visible, and sensing this was her absolute limit, he held still, looking down at the schoolgirl. Her eyes were rolling back, her nostrils flared, her entire body rigid with the intensity of the sensation.
Her strength was diminished, but the demonic nature still simmered beneath her skin. Shuriya’s suction only grew tighter, hungrier. After savoring the crushing, intimate heat of her throat, Aki began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm, exploring every inch of the pleasure she provided.
The silver-haired girl curled inward, her breath shallow and rapid, unable to do anything but endure. But for her first time, it was nothing short of perfection.
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Summary:
Aki dominates the scene as he forces Shuriya into a sexual encounter, transitioning from physical teasing to more aggressive methods like deep-throating. Shuriya struggles initially with fear and pain but finds herself paradoxically drawn into a submissive, performative role. The interaction ends with Shuriya unable to move but maintaining suction, leaving the tension between her physical exhaustion and her residual demonic instincts unresolved.
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Trivia:
Shuriya has silver hair and wheat-toned skin, identifying her as a schoolgirl.
Aki is described as having “demonic” or “Devils” qualities influencing his physicality.
Shuriya’s resistance is partly fueled by genuine fear, yet she remains physically bonded to the act.
The scene depicts a clear power imbalance where Shuriya is being trained or forced into submission.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Shuriya – A wild yet elegant schoolgirl with long silver-grey hair and healthy tanned skin. Known for her provocative appearance, pliable form, and intense emotional and physical responses. She is one of four girls currently undergoing a healing process and remains unconscious.
• Aki – A tall, handsome Kuoh Academy strategist and devil-lineage cultivator with a sturdy physique, he acts as a dominant mentor and healer within the Occult Research Club. His unique power influences Evil Pieces, while his pragmatic, predatory approach to intimacy restores others’ potential. He navigates complex soul contracts and deep relationships with Marion, the Naruse sisters, and Mio with calculated rhythm.
• Y – The first initial/part of the name Y Ddraig Goch.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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