Double Dagger Delinquent

Chapter 72 Love and Challenge (NSFW +18)

“Iryoku and I… have already consummated our love. I’ve already given him my virginity!”

Reika froze, her mouth slightly agape in shock as Yumi dropped the bombshell.

Iryoku’s jaw dropped too. Already weighed down by gloom and disappointment from his poor performance in the battle, he had tried to lighten the mood—to bring things back to the way they used to be—by teasing them like always.

He even reached out and gave Yumi’s chest a playful grope, hoping to cheer her up somehow.

But this time, even he was shaken.

He hadn’t expected Yumi to reveal it to Reika so easily. Not that he wanted to keep it secret—just not like this.

Yumi took a deep breath. For the first time in her life, she spoke with total clarity and unwavering confidence—like she was making a declaration to the world.

“Listen to me, Reika.”

She met Reika’s gaze head-on.

“I love him. And I’m not going to be separated from him—neither in this world nor back on Earth. I won’t change my mind. I couldn’t care less what anyone thinks of my choice.”

Her words rang out, firm and resolute. Her small frame radiated determination, her eyes shining with conviction.

Reika’s eyes widened, disbelief flooding her face.

Her expression faltered. Her chest ached. Tears threatened to rise—it felt like her love had been stolen before she even had the chance to act on it.

But as she looked at Yumi—at her confidence, her posture, her resolve—Reika remembered the girl Yumi used to be: clumsy, quiet, shy, always picked on by bullies. A girl who once lacked all confidence.

Now she stood tall, proud, and unshaken.

Reika’s eyes narrowed. She met Yumi’s gaze with equal intensity, a spark of determination lighting in her heart.

“Then I’ll just have to take him from you… and make him only mine.”

Her voice was calm—but serious. Steady. Certain. She would fight back.

The two girls locked eyes, only inches apart—like duelists sizing each other up, neither willing to back down.

Unbeknownst to them, Iryoku had his hands covering his face, a soft blush coloring his cheeks—a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

Unable to resist any longer, Iryoku suddenly moved and pulled the two girls down into his arms.

“Ah—hey!” both Reika and Yumi squeaked at his sudden movement.

They looked at his face. His signature grin was back as he gazed at each of them in turn.

Then, without hesitation, he kissed them both gently on the forehead, a flower in each of his hands.

Both girls’ faces turned bright red.

Still held in Iryoku’s arms, Reika and Yumi locked eyes again—an unspoken challenge burning more intensely than before.

Reika’s expression was serious—sharp as a blade.

But Yumi’s shifted slowly—from stern to smug. A playful smirk tugged at her lips as she subtly adjusted her posture, deliberately pressing her overly generous chest against Iryoku with quiet confidence.

Reika flushed even deeper.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice low and tight.

But Yumi didn’t stop. She leaned in further.

Reika’s eyes narrowed.

It felt like Yumi was once again declaring war.

Challenge accepted.

Reika mirrored the move. Though her breasts and butt weren’t as large as Yumi’s exaggerated curves, she had confidence in her body’s balance and grace. Taller and more slender, with long legs and elegant lines—perky and poised—she looked like a graceful model. She draped one leg over Iryoku and rubbed it gently against him. Her cheek rested softly on his chest as her hand began to caress his torso.

Not to be outdone, Yumi raised the stakes—shifting even closer, letting more of her body slide against Iryoku with teasing, deliberate movements. She reached for the hand he had on her back and guided it downward, pressing it firmly against her soft, curvy butt—making sure he gripped it with strength. All the while, she kept her eyes locked on Reika, a daring leer tugging at her lips.

Reika’s face darkened with heat, but her gaze remained sharp.

“Hey… I’m getting a boner. If you two keep going... I...” Iryoku muttered, half-laughing, half-exasperated—though his hands didn’t stop moving, clearly not wasting the opportunity.

“This really isn’t the best place to make love, girls…”

His voice snapped them both out of their silent competition.

Reika immediately pulled back, face burning with embarrassment. They were still in the ruins of a destroyed tower—not exactly the place for such behavior.

But to her surprise, Yumi wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, she looked up at Iryoku with a sweet, unapologetic smile—soft, feminine, and confident.

“I’m sorry, Iryoku… hehe. I shouldn’t have gotten so hasty. It’s just… after everything we’ve already done, I got a little excited, thinking about us.”

She emphasized the words “done” and “us” pointedly, clearly showing off to Reika—then let out a cheeky giggle.

Yumi’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she added,

“If you want, I can just use my hand to make you feel good. Just like that morning, remember? The day after I gave myself to you…”

Reika’s eyes widened, stunned into silence. Her teeth clenched.

She was about to snap—How can you be so shameless—

But Yumi continued, her gaze locked firmly on Iryoku’s.

“Or maybe… would you like me to use these?” she asked playfully, cupping her large breasts in both hands and pressing them together.

For the first time in her life, she felt genuinely proud of their size. She no longer hid them like she used to—grateful now for the advantage they gave her.

Iryoku’s face froze. His eyes betrayed pure temptation—he didn’t even need to say anything. Desire lit up behind them like fire.

Yumi leaned in closer, her voice soft and sweet.

“I’ll do whatever you want. I want to make you feel good.”

Her small pink lips moved with delicate sincerity.

Finally, Reika couldn’t take it anymore.

“Yumi, stop!” she snapped, sitting up and turning to face her.

“You’re not like this. Please… stop this immoral behavior! Did he threaten you in any way to act like this?”

Yumi’s brows furrowed as she looked at Reika—visibly annoyed, almost angry at the implication.

“Reika, why are you interfering when I’m trying to please my man? Please don’t interrupt. As his woman, it’s my job to take care of his needs… no—I want to do it. I want to please him."

"Well... you wouldn’t understand what it’s like to truly be one with the person you love.”

With that, Yumi’s hands moved to her chest plate. She unbuckled the belt and tossed it aside. Then she lifted her blue shirt and pulled down her bra.

Her twin peaks bounced free as the fabric slipped away, revealing smooth, pale skin and her exposed, perky nipples.

“I... I-I...” Reika’s body trembled. Her hand twitched, as if trying to reach out and stop Yumi—but Yumi continued without hesitation.

She leaned down toward Iryoku’s pants and began unbuckling them.

Yumi’s voice came again, cool and dismissive.

“If this is too much for you, then go away. Don’t bother us.”

She didn’t even glance back at Reika.

“W-Wait...” Reika’s voice wavered. “I... I can...”

She didn’t want to lose. She reached out, trying to grab Yumi’s hand to stop her—but she couldn’t summon the strength.

And when she finally saw Iryoku’s weapon being freed, she faltered completely. Her face burned with embarrassment.

In a sudden burst of emotion, she stood up and turned away.

“Perverts!” she shouted, storming off.

“Wait, Reika! Don’t go too far—it’s dangerous!” Iryoku called after her.

Reika didn’t reply. She walked a few meters away and hid behind a large slab of broken stone. From there, they couldn’t see her.

Yumi glanced briefly in Reika’s direction, her expression unreadable.

Then, without a word, she turned back to Iryoku—and continued.

Her face was flushed with deep embarrassment, a mix of shame and nervous excitement playing across her features.

Iryoku noticed and leaned in slightly.

“Reika isn’t watching anymore. You can drop the tough girl act,” he whispered, just loud enough for Yumi to hear.

Yumi’s hands flew to her face, suddenly full of shame.

Iryoku chuckled, smirking.

“Not that I don’t enjoy your fearless side... but maybe you went a little too hard on Reika back there.”

Yumi didn’t answer—she just continued with her task, her cheeks flushed.

She first noticed Iryoku’s large cock standing upright, pulsing. Her small hand reached out, gently touching the tip before tracing the contours along its length.

Finally, she made up her mind.

Yumi pressed her large breasts together, enveloping Iryoku’s thick, hard shaft. The tip rested against her face. She glanced up at him to see if he was pleased. He looked down with a wide, satisfied smile. Encouraged, she began to move—pressing her chest tighter around him, holding his shaft firmly as she slid it between her soft curves. Her breasts moved rhythmically, up and down, cradling him in warmth.

Squish, squish, squish.

“Am I doing it right?” she asked shyly.

Iryoku’s hand moved, gently rubbing her head in response—his silent answer conveyed through touch.

She smiled back and continued, her breasts bouncing with each quick motion.

Squish, squish, squish.

Her nipples moved up and down as she continued with her tit job.

“Ahhh, ahhh, ahh…” she moaned, the shameful act sending shivers through her body. She could feel her lower half growing wetter with every passing second.

Iryoku’s cock kept bouncing in front of her face. She gathered her courage, steeling herself with a breath of resolve, and finally wobbled the tip of the rod against her lips.

“Mmm… mmm…”

Iryoku’s excitement grew. Pleased, he gently rubbed Yumi’s cheek with his hand.

“That feels good, my love,” he murmured, making her even more aroused.

Yumi's tongue moved in slow circles inside her mouth, tracing along Iryoku's cock, teasing every inch as his excitement steadily rose.

Squish, squish, squish.

Chu, chu, chu

Her breasts pressed and slid faster against his shaft, slick and rhythmic. She picked up speed, her head bobbing up and down, lips wrapping around him with hungry focus.

Suddenly, she felt his cock twitch, heat pulsing like a fire building in her mouth.

“I’m coming,” he muttered, his voice rough and deep.

But Yumi didn’t stop. She kept moving, relentless.

Iryoku’s mind blanked as pleasure overwhelmed him, his release bursting into her mouth, hot and thick.

Yumi's head stopped moving as she closed her eyes, receiving every drop of his essence. The taste was sharp and overwhelming, coating her tongue and quickly filling her mouth. Yet still, more came. Her half-lidded eyes lifted to meet his, and the look on his face sent a warm wave of satisfaction through her. Determined, she swallowed, forcing herself to take it all in. She continued to suck gently, drawing out every last bit.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, she let him go. Her lips parted, and his still-hard member flopped back against his thigh.

“Ahh… ahh… it was so much,” she gasped, her breaths coming hard and fast. She grasped his cock again, licking some of the lingering semen from the tip.

Lick. Lick. Lick.

The slow, deliberate sound of her tongue kept Iryoku floating on a cloud of ecstasy as he watched her clean him thoroughly.

At last, Yumi looked up and smiled. Then, she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue—showing him she had swallowed it all.

“You’re the best, little Yumi,” Iryoku said lovingly, his hand gently caressing her cheek.

“But you’re still hard… even after releasing so much,” she said aloud, with a playful smile, glancing down at his still-throbbing member as she gave the tip one last, cute kiss.

She stood up, hands moving to unbuckle her pants as she laughed—

—but this time, Iryoku stopped her.

“Don’t worry, dear. We can do it later. This alone is more than enough to make me happy. Besides…”

He glanced toward a nearby rock.

“I think it might be too much stimulation for her.”

Both of them turned their gaze toward the large slab of broken stone where Reika had been hiding. For a moment, they caught a glimpse of her eyes reflecting the light—only for them to vanish as she quickly ducked her head and buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed with embarrassment.

Yumi and Iryoku stood and began adjusting their clothes.

Iryoku called out,

“Reika, it’s time to go. The rain’s already stopped.”

Reika hesitated. She didn’t want to face them—not after what they had done so shamelessly, knowing she was nearby.

Seeing that she didn’t respond, Iryoku added,

“We have to find Alessandra.”

Her eyes widened at the mention of her sensei.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed down the lingering shame and stood up. With trembling steps, she walked toward Yumi and Iryoku.

As Reika approached, Yumi suddenly jumped into Iryoku’s arms.

“Hehe… thanks for feeding me such delicious milk. It was such a tasty treat, Iryoku. Now I feel so full of you—you really know how to feed a girl,” she giggled, rubbing her stomach.

“If you ever need to release more, just say the word. I can do it anytime, anywhere.”

She said it loudly—clearly making sure Reika could hear.

Reika stood silently behind them. Her eyes were hidden beneath her bangs, but her trembling shoulders and clenched, white-knuckled fists made her feelings obvious.

Iryoku shook his head quietly, his expression apologetic. He didn’t want to get involved in their fight. His pants were still tight—his arousal hadn’t fully subsided—but he focused on checking his gear, doing his best to calm himself.

With Yumi still clinging to him, he turned and called out:

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