"Fuck, Aiko," Oliver groaned as he thrust into her, his breath hot against her neck. "You feel incredible."
"Mmm, you're not so bad yourself," Aiko purred, her hips lifting to meet each stroke. Their rhythm fell into sync—flesh on flesh, hearts pounding in unison.
Her orgasm was already building, sharp and insistent. The way he filled her completely—pressing against every sensitive spot—was unlike anything she'd ever known.
Then his hand slipped between them, fingers circling her clit in perfect time with his thrusts.
"Oh god," she gasped, her thighs trembling. "I'm gonna come—!"
But Oliver didn't slow down. He leaned in, catching her nipple through the lace of her bra with his teeth, biting gently as he drove into her relentlessly.
Aiko cried out as she tipped over the edge, her body arching, locked in the heat of climax. The ecstasy crashed over her like a tide—dizzying and deep.
"Come with me," she panted, nails digging into his back as another wave began to build.
He growled, hips snapping harder, faster—chasing his release. Sweat glistened on his skin, every muscle drawn tight.
"Yes," she moaned. "Come inside me... I want to feel you fill me."
That was it. Oliver let out a low groan, burying himself deep. Hot pulses filled her, thick and warm, triggering another shuddering orgasm from Aiko as she clung to him.
He collapsed beside her, breathing hard, his skin tingling. He could feel the yin energy coursing through him, reinvigorating every cell.
"Fuck," he muttered, eyes flicking to Kaori and Yuriko—both watching with flushed cheeks and parted lips. "I could go again."
Aiko raised an eyebrow, but before she could speak, Oliver grabbed Kaori by the wrists and flipped her onto her back.
"Ah~!" Kaori gasped, but offered no resistance as he pushed her legs apart and pressed into her without hesitation.
There was no teasing this time. He was rough, driven—Kaori's cry echoing off the walls as he slammed into her.
Aiko watched, a thrill racing through her as Oliver took the younger woman with raw force. She couldn't look away—watching the way his body moved, the way Kaori writhed under him.
Then Yuriko leaned down, tongue flicking out to lick Oliver's shaft as it pumped in and out of Kaori—carefully avoiding contact with her daughter.
Aiko's breath caught. "Oh my god," she whispered. "That's so fucking hot."
Unable to resist, she slid a hand between her thighs, fingers circling her swollen clit as she watched them fuck beside her.
"Fuck," she moaned, hips grinding into her own touch. "This is better than any adult film."
Oliver glanced at her, eyes dark with heat. Without breaking rhythm, he reached over and caught her wrist.
"Come here," he said.
She obeyed.
He brushed her hand away and replaced it with his own—fingers finding that sensitive nub and rubbing in slow, tight circles.
She gasped, leaning into his touch, lost in the moment.
"Keep watching," he murmured. "See what your cards are doing to them."
Kaori was impossibly tight—every inch of her clenching around him. Oliver grit his teeth, barely holding back. The yin energy pouring from her was overwhelming—far more potent than the others.
It was like diving into hot water after walking through snow—seductive, devouring. It wrapped around him, threatened to pull him under.
He activated the Yin-Devouring Yang Beast technique, refining the flood of yin into pure yang.
"Fuck," he hissed, trying to keep his voice low. "This is... intense."
Aiko's eyes widened as he picked up speed, hips slamming into Kaori harder, faster. She could feel his desire, raw and unfiltered, and it made her ache all over again.
"Come inside her," she whispered, voice dark with hunger. "Fill that tight little pussy with cum."
Oliver let out a final snarl and slammed deep—frozen for a moment as he released inside her.
Then it happened.
A brilliant green light flared, swallowing the entire room in an otherworldly radiance. Aiko cried out, shielding her eyes as the glow pulsed—alive and wild, like the beat of a celestial heart.
Oliver groaned. Not from pain—but from the overwhelming sensation.
His muscles clenched tight, his spine arching back as the yin energy surged into him in full. Every nerve in his body lit up—burning, shifting, changing. He could feel it—his body evolving beneath the weight of the energy he'd stolen, refined, and claimed as his own.
Aiko's eyes widened as she peeked through parted fingers.
His hair—normally tousled and short—shimmered like sunlight and grew past his shoulders in seconds, waving as if caught in an unseen current. His skin glistened with a golden sheen, muscles bulging visibly beneath it as his entire frame grew broader, harder. What had once been lean and strong was now carved—like a statue of a war god brought to life.
Kaori moaned beneath him, body twitching from overstimulation as he pulled out slowly—his length slick and still throbbing with excess heat.
Oliver stood.
The air around him rippled.
A subtle pressure, like the weight of a storm about to break, settled across the room. Even Yuriko, took a step back as her breath caught in her throat.
"Oliver...?" Aiko whispered, sitting up on the bed, her fingers trailing down her thigh unconsciously.
He rolled his neck, the bones crackling faintly. "Is this… the middle stage of the Qi Refinement Realm?" he murmured to himself, clenching his fist as his Qi surged higher with each breath. It rose like a tide—wild, unrestrained, and powerful.
In that moment, he felt it—strength. The same level he'd once only touched briefly when activating the First Yang Beast Technique.
His gaze fell on Kaori, still breathless and glowing faintly with yin energy. A familiar strand of Yang returned to him—twined with her lingering Yin—and a slow, hungry smile crept across his face.
"Who's ready for round three?"
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BREAKING NEWS — MASS CASUALTY EVENT IN TOKYO: EXPLOSION DESTROYS LANDMARK HOTEL IN SUSPECTED TERRORIST ATTACK
Tokyo, Japan – February 26, 2025 | By Kana Moriyama, NHN News Network
A devastating explosion tore through central Tokyo late last night, leveling the historic Kōgetsu-an Hotel and decimating several surrounding buildings in what authorities are now treating as a coordinated terrorist attack. The blast, which occurred shortly after 8:25 PM local time, has left at least 41 confirmed dead, more than 130 injured, and dozens missing beneath the rubble.
Emergency responders arrived on the scene within minutes to find a scene of near-total destruction—entire streets obliterated, vehicles overturned, and a dense column of smoke billowing into the night sky. Witnesses reported hearing multiple successive detonations, suggesting a series of carefully planted explosives. The explosion's shockwave shattered windows up to four blocks away.
"I saw a wall of fire rising into the air. Then everything went black," said Kenji Sato, 29, who had been walking near the hotel. "When I came to, I was on the ground. There were people screaming. Glass everywhere. Blood."
The Kōgetsu-an Hotel, an iconic pre-war structure and popular venue for foreign dignitaries and elite conferences, was at 80% occupancy at the time of the explosion. Officials say rescue efforts have been complicated by the building's age and recent renovations, which may have created voids in the structure. Urban search and rescue teams have worked through the night and into the morning, pulling survivors from beneath collapsed concrete and twisted steel.
Tokyo Governor Akiyama Hiroko declared a state of emergency, urging residents to avoid central districts while security and forensic teams secure the site. "This was a deliberate act of terror," she said in a brief statement. "We will not rest until those responsible are identified and brought to justice."
Japanese intelligence agencies have not yet released information about any suspects, but a senior security official—speaking on condition of anonymity—confirmed that the attack bore the hallmarks of "meticulously planned urban sabotage," possibly involving a combination of plastic explosives and improvised detonators.
CCTV footage from the area, currently under review, reportedly shows several unidentified individuals entering the hotel service entrance an hour before the blast. Authorities are asking the public to come forward with any relevant information.
The National Police Agency has raised the terror alert to Level 4, the second-highest classification, indicating a credible threat of follow-up attacks. Security has been visibly increased at major transport hubs across the country, including Narita and Haneda airports, where armed patrols and bag checks are now underway.
World leaders, including U.S. President Eleanor Whitmore and French President Thierry Dumas, have offered their condolences and pledged cooperation in tracking down those responsible. "We stand with Japan in the face of this heinous violence," President Whitmore stated in a press release early this morning.
Public reaction has been one of grief, confusion, and growing anger. Vigils are already forming in Yoyogi Park and in front of the hotel's former entrance. Hashtags such as #PrayForTokyo and #KogetsuAttack are trending globally, with citizens demanding answers about how such an attack could take place in one of the world's most secure cities.
A full investigation is now underway, led jointly by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police and Japan's Counter-Terrorism Bureau. Officials have not ruled out either domestic extremism or international involvement, and sources close to the investigation suggest they are following multiple leads.
For now, central Tokyo remains cordoned off as rescue and forensic teams continue their grim work. More information is expected to be released at the National Security Council briefing later this evening.
This is Kana Moriyama, NHN News Network, reporting live from central Tokyo.
Let me know if you'd like a follow-up report, public reactions, or a fake suspect profile leaked to the press.
The blue glow of the TV flickered softly against the mirrors and shelves, casting shadows over the tangled sheets and scattered clothes. Aiko lounged on the far end of the bed, bare legs crossed, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she inflated a condom like a balloon—each puff followed by a soft squeak as the latex expanded.
"Look at that," she murmured, nodding toward the TV screen. "Aihara-sensei really does work fast, huh? Media blackouts, vague statements about gas leaks, and the word 'terrorism' repeated like a mantra."
Oliver sat propped up against the headboard, eyes half-lidded from lack of sleep. On either side of him lay Kaori and Yuriko, both buried under the covers, motionless save for the rise and fall of their chests. Exhausted didn't begin to cover it.
Aiko glanced down at them with a teasing grin. "You broke them," she said lightly. "You proud of yourself, killer?"
Oliver didn't answer immediately. He reached for the remote and lowered the volume, the anchor's voice fading into background noise.
"Not sure I should be proud or worried," he muttered. "Kaori tried to fight back. Almost kicked me in the ribs."
Aiko giggled and tied off the inflated condom, letting it float lazily toward the ceiling. "Mmhm. And what if they weren't on the pill, huh? Think you could handle three kids and their tuition fees?"
He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Don't joke like that."
"I'm not joking," Aiko said, her smile wicked. "I already picked names."
Oliver turned his head slowly. "You didn't."
"I did. Hiro or Ren, for our school girl," Aiko nodded toward Kaori, who barely shifted under the sheets, "and little Nozomi for lewd mama over there." She tilted her head at Yuriko, who let out a muffled groan into Oliver's shoulder, not even lifting her face. "You'd make a hot dad, don't worry."
Oliver gave her a look—half amused, half exasperated. "You've put way too much thought into this."
Aiko shrugged, lips curling lazily. "It's what happens when I'm bored, sore, and half-watching the news about a fake gas explosion."
Yuriko stirred beside him with a soft, incoherent murmur. Kaori didn't move at all.
"You're insane," he said, though a reluctant chuckle followed.
Aiko rolled over to face him, chin resting on her arms, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Maybe. But admit it—you'd rather this than another cold night alone in your room."
Oliver didn't respond. Outside, the world burned and mourned. But in this quiet corner, under the guise of a magical suite and a heavily redacted news cycle, the truth slept tangled between sweat-soaked sheets and sly grins.
And Aihara-sensei's clean-up had already begun.
"Maybe you're right," Oliver finally said, fingers running through his long blond hair. "I got a firsthand taste of just how terrifying the Treadcutters—and its members—can be."
"I know, I'm pretty awesome," Aiko replied with a smug grin as she crawled toward him. With a puff of glitter, a black bunny-ear headband popped onto her head like a magic trick. "But not everyone's on my level. I can't speak for all the Dreamwalkers across Japan, but here Hoshizuki? No one's touching me."
"Well, no one except you, Oli-kun~," she purred, leaping onto him and pinning him to the bed with a kiss. Her bunny tail butt plug swayed proudly with each playful twitch of her hips.
You're really insatiable... but I'm not complaining, Oliver thought as he kissed her back, thin strands of yin drawing out from her body, feeding directly into his cultivation.
Aiko pulled back from the kiss, her breath coming fast and hot against Oliver's lips."What are you waiting for? Fuck my ass raw," Aiko demanded, her eyes dark with lust.
Oliver's eyes flashed with a primal hunger as he grabbed Aiko by the hips and flipped her over onto all fours."You asked for it," he growled as he reached around and pulled out the bunny tail butt plug.
Aiko gasped at its sudden absence—and then again when she felt Oliver's thick cock pressing against her tight hole."Oh god," she moaned, pushing back against him."Fuck me...fuck my ass hard."
Oliver didn't need any more encouragement—he grabbed Aiko's hips tightly and began pushing into her slowly but steadily."Fuck," he groaned as the tight heat enveloped him."You feel so fucking good."
Aiko cried out as he bottomed out inside her—but she didn't tell him stop. Instead she pushed back against him again and again—taking every inch of him deep into her ass.
Aiko's fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white from the intensity. She could feel every inch of Oliver inside of her—stretching her wide—filling a part of her that had never been touched before.
"It hurts," she gasped out—her body tensing around him as he began moving slowly within her.
Oliver paused—his grip on her hips tightening as he leaned down close enough for Aiko to feel the heat of his breath against her ear.
"Relax," he murmured softly—and she could hear the strain behind it; could feel how close he was already.
Aiko took several shuddering breaths and forced herself to relax—to let go of some of that tension coiling within.
Slowly but surely Oliver began moving again—but this time there was no pain—only pleasure as each thrust sent waves crashing through her.
"Oh god," she moaned—her head dropping down between her shoulders."Fuck my ass...fuck me hard..."
He obliged—picking up speed until their bodies slapped together loudly with every stroke.
"Touch yourself," Oliver commanded—and Aiko didn't hesitate; one hand snaking between her legs while keeping herself propped upright with other arm trembling from exertion.
Aiko's fingers found her soaking wet pussy, slipping inside easily as she began to fuck herself in time with Oliver's thrusts. The dual sensation of being filled in both holes sent electric shocks of pleasure coursing through her body.
"Oh fuck," she moaned loudly—her fingers moving faster now—as did Oliver behind her.
"Come inside me," Aiko begged breathlessly."Fill my ass with your cum...I want to feel it dripping out of me."
Oliver let out a low growl—his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her harder and faster.
"Yes...yes..." Aiko chanted—her body tensing as the first waves of orgasm washed over her.
And then Oliver was coming too—his cock pulsing deep inside Aiko's ass as hot streams of semen filled her.
"Fuck," he groaned—as they both collapsed onto the bed spent and breathless.
Aiko, still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking, turned her head to look at Oliver. His eyes were closed—his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
"I love you," Aiko whispered—and she meant it; every word.
Oliver opened his eyes—surprise flickering across his face before a soft smile spread across his lips.
"I love you too," he replied—leaning in to press their foreheads together."More than anything."
They stayed like that—for how long Aiko didn't know or care—just basking in the afterglow of their shared passion and newfound love.