Female Swordsman Training Dojo

After internally churning with frustration, Harunobu finally composed himself and focused his attention on the [Isshin Ashina's Secret Sword], opening the description of this N-rank item.

[A precious firearm acquired by Isshin Ashina in his old age, which he incorporated into his self-created Ashina style, imbued with a special spirit.]

[Special Effect: Ready to Go]

Very well, it's just an ordinary old-fashioned matchlock gun, without even unlimited ammo. The so-called "ready to fire" simply means it can be drawn and fired immediately, eliminating the need for ignition on the first shot. But the matchlock gun's pathetic range, accuracy, and even lethality feel inferior to Harunobu simply drawing his sword.

The only consolation is that the gun is in the system and can be used as a basic self-defense tool—well, it doesn't feel as good as just having a knife.

It's a disaster.

Qingxin rubbed the kitten's head and then leaned down to give it a quick kiss on the cheek. Sensing that Qingxin was in a bad mood and feeling a little worried, the kitten immediately returned the kiss.

Then both of them felt better.

Harunobu also calmed down completely. Although Isshin Ashina's Secret Sword was a mess, Ashina Style was actually not bad.

It's not about those few ordinary sword techniques—don't even bother with something that can't even cross a floating boat—but rather its techniques for deflecting force, anticipating attacks, and parrying.

It can certainly be applied to other sword techniques!

Moreover, this is a sword technique more suitable for disciples to learn than the Hiten Mitsuki-ryu style... especially the part about musket Iaijutsu.

It's not necessarily about equipping each disciple with a gun, but this spirit of using any means necessary is indeed very suitable for life-or-death battles.

Throwing sand to poke feet, chopping hands and kicking groins, spitting and throwing cigarettes... the Ashina school is terrifying beyond measure.

Okay, that's enough.

Qingxin hugged the kitten tightly again, wiped the drool off the little brat's head, and then admired the kitten's fierce and menacing appearance.

But before he could enjoy his triumph for long, the cat's rear end caught him in a fatal trap, forcing him to obediently get up and prepare to clean the kitten again.

And to wash your hair, you obviously need to go to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the kitten and Qingxin each sat on a small stool, one in front of the other. The kitten's beautiful black hair, which had recently grown quite a bit, was wet and draped over her smooth back, with white foam dotting the black silk that resembled the night sky like clouds.

Qingxin reached out and tested the water temperature in the wooden tub beside him, finding it to be about right. He then skillfully began to knead the dark night sky dotted with white clouds; the smooth texture was exquisite, instantly lifting Qingxin's spirits.

At least Qingxin, who used to finish washing his hair in two minutes, can now patiently spend several tens of minutes slowly painting the night sky in his hands with white clouds, cleansing every part.

However, perhaps feeling that the bathroom was a bit too quiet, the kitten with its eyes closed suddenly spoke up: "By the way, Teacher, after drinking that potion last time, I feel like my body has become much better."

"Really?" Harunobu looked at the thin, frail body in front of him, his movements becoming even gentler, but his tone and words were full of teasing: "Why do I feel like it's just as flat as before? Both front and back."

The kitten pouted in dissatisfaction, then suddenly bent over and fell backward, stopping precisely between Qingxin's legs, beneath the slumbering dragon.

Qingxin lowered her head, meeting the kitten's eyes. She half-closed her eyes, her eyebrows arching triumphantly: "See? I told you my health had improved, didn't I?"

Indeed, despite the kitten's previous apparent flexibility, performing such a precise backbend is practically impossible. This is because such movements require...

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Besides being flexible, you also need sufficient core strength; otherwise, you'll just fall flat on your face and crash to the ground.

Just like when doing sit-ups, the one that comes up is always the most strenuous.

I didn't expect the diluted Sakura Dragon Blood to work so well on the kitten. It must be because her body was so weak that she completely absorbed the medicinal effects.

Harunobu happily reached out and patted the kitten's back: "Okay, okay, I know, but you're still so flat... Ouch!"

The slumbering dragon was awakened by the rising heat that was right next to it.

The kitten tilted its head back and bit Harunobu's boxer shorts, its nimble tongue parting the obstructing fabric to release the dragon. The moment its massive body was freed from its cage, it suddenly swelled up, even slamming into its benefactor's face, leaving a mark like a long stick.

The hard flesh collided with the tender face, producing a crisp sound. The kitten showed no dissatisfaction; instead, it breathed in the strange, fishy smell emanating from the dragon, its expression becoming dazed.

Hiss... Hah... Hiss... It's Harunobu's scent.

Her petite, delicate face, like that of a young girl, was flushed red. The smile that appeared on it carried a mature and alluring charm that was completely out of place with her. Her delicate nose was almost touching the dragon's body, as if the smell emanating from it was not the odor of sweat fermenting in a sealed environment, but some kind of unparalleled delicacy.

Harunobu raised his large hand slightly, supporting the idiot's back again, preparing to lift her up. Even if they were going to do it, this wasn't the right position; how could it possibly be comfortable...?

The upward force was met with resistance.

The kitten tilted its head slightly, letting gravity pull it down to the ground, and instead opened its mouth wide towards Harunobu. Its small mouth opened to its limit, revealing the entire interior of its rosy lips to Harunobu. The folds of its jaws rippled slightly with the air, its delicate tongue swirling in the air, drool dripping from the corner of its mouth…

What made Harunobu even more unable to resist was that, from this angle, he could even clearly see the tightest tube at the deepest part...

Gudong.

Harunobu swallowed hard.

The dragon beneath him had swollen and roared, ready to fight to the death the intruder who had disturbed his slumber.

Call ~

Fragrant heat blew in from below, gently caressing the dragon.

That was the enemy's breath.

With one hand supporting the kitten's back, Qingxin bent down and sent the giant dragon into the humid battlefield.

The dragon's enormous body instantly filled almost the entire space, completely filling the humid cave. The feeling of fullness and the tight, oppressive space caused both Xiao Mao and Qingxin to tense up and let out satisfied sighs.

After enjoying the feeling for a while, Qingxin suddenly felt a soft, binding sensation on the dragon—it was a kitten's tongue. It swept across the dragon's body inch by inch, slowly applying its mark upon it, seizing its spoils.

Every inch of salty, fishy smell entering its mouth and nose, every drop of cloudy white substance squeezed into its oral cavity, made the kitten tremble with uncontrollable excitement.

"Ouch... Hmph... Slurp..."

A strange nasal sound accompanied by a sucking sound rang out, and the kitten's little face was almost stretched into a horse's face, tightly wrapping around Qingxin's giant dragon, making it even difficult for him to pull it out.

Harunobu didn't want to pull it out either.

He supported the kitten's back and bent down.

The charging dragon easily crushed the weak tongue, thrusting deep inside, its erect head touching the narrow passage at its core. An even more intense pleasure surged through both their brains, causing them to involuntarily straighten their spines.

But the next second, with Harunobu's exertion, the cat's suspended head drooped even lower, forcing the dragon, which had already reached its depths, back to the upper level. The pleasure suddenly plummeted, causing Harunobu to press even lower, while the cat couldn't help but raise its head.

The dragon sank deeper again, but a brief wave of pleasure washed over it, and the kitten, unable to maintain its posture, was once again captured by gravity. This fleeting pleasure made the already intoxicated pair thrust even more wildly.

"Hmm... Ha~"

"Gurgle—woo woo—"

The dragon rammed harder and harder, and the kitten raised its head accordingly. The two, gradually becoming more familiar with the position, coordinated their movements with increasing ease. And in this coordination, the kitten grew increasingly entranced.

This feeling of being relentlessly and brutally demanded by Harunobu... ha... ha...

She strained to raise her head, feeling even the narrowest depths being opened up, and the kitten trembled with excitement. Only in this way could she feel her devotion to Qingxin.

Ah, although he would definitely say he doesn't need it.

After all, even if he saved all the children in the cat house, it wouldn't be a big deal to him now.

The kitten gazed dreamily at the giant dragon before it, letting its sac bump against its face, leaving faint red marks and a slight sting. At the same time, it continued to suckle the dragon in its mouth with all its might, hoping to bring Qingxin a better experience.

Qingxin tensed his muscles, a continuous stream of pleasure assaulting the barriers inside the dragon. What he found even more unbearable than the kitten's still inexperienced oral service was her attitude of giving it her all.

Every perfectly timed response, every unreserved sucking, gave him a pleasure that was more intense than his physical pleasure—a desire to conquer, a desire to dominate, and a desire to sadistic.

The petite and adorable girl, like a fairy, was beneath him, yielding with all her might like a harlot, struggling to endure the brutal onslaught with clumsy skills... The thought of what he was doing made Harunosu feel guilty and he couldn't help but speed up.

And the previously uncoordinated, intermittent pleasure, like a momentary pause, now became a boost.

Finally, Qingxin firmly supported the kitten's head and penetrated it completely to the deepest point.

The brutal assault made the kitten's eyes widen. The fact that Harunobu so directly desired her transformed into a shocking pleasure, directly penetrating her deepest depths and triggering a surge.

As the waves surged, the dragon finally exhaled its murky white breath.

In the large bathroom, only heavy breathing and faint snoring could be heard. After a long while, Qingxin picked up the silly cat and gave her a flick on the forehead.

The kitten, its body limp like a puddle of meat, opened its mouth with a pitiful expression, and then, under Qingxin's blank stare, swallowed the milk in its mouth.

grunt.

The milk slid down the path the dragon had carved into the kitten's body, and the kitten smiled, saying in a slightly hoarse voice, "How about it? I'm not inferior to Sachiko, am I?"

Harunobu couldn't help but feel a little angry, but even more so, he felt a surge of affection. He gently stroked the red mark on the silly cat's face: "Are you an idiot?"

"What? You should be saying you love me now!" the kitten exclaimed, trying to bring the atmosphere back to normal, and it seemed to have succeeded.

Qingxin gently pinched her cheek and said with a smile, "You didn't listen to the whole thing last night, did you? And you're actually this jealous? That's quite like a cat."

The kitten breathed a sigh of relief, but was also inexplicably unhappy. In the end, what came out of its mouth was, "No, I just happened to be passing by, and I don't look like..."

She was interrupted halfway through her sentence by Harunobu's face suddenly looming close to hers.

"You...you..." the kitten suddenly stammered.

"I love you, little kitten," Qingxin whispered, leaning closer. He wasn't completely oblivious; how could he not see through her stubbornness? He was her closest partner.

Just as he was about to kiss those slightly swollen lips, the kitten suddenly reached out and covered its mouth.

"I just sucked on this... Anyway, no kissing!"

A muffled voice came from behind the little hand, carrying a cute innocence and a hint of panic.

Qingxin chuckled to himself; he actually...

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It doesn't matter, it's mine anyway. But since the kitten is so shy... Harunobu lifted the kitten, which felt as light as a feather, and kissed its other two pink lips.

There is still plenty of time.

The author says:

Author's Note: Hey, it was originally over two thousand words, but while studying, I saw this pose and suddenly felt a strong connection, so I wrote the whole thing down.

Now only one of the three starter Pokémon doesn't have a main role to play.

Next time for sure

We're about to enter the main storyline.

Finally, I'd like to ask for your vote!

Chapter 141: The Usefulness of the Tanaka Group

As the sun set, its dim, golden light stopped outside the bathroom door, illuminating Hanazawa Nana, who had sneaked in to eavesdrop, and her friends. Inside, the melodious sounds finally ceased, replaced by the familiar panting sounds, interspersed with very faint sounds of ejaculation.

Based on their long experience eavesdropping, they could even conjure up a vivid image in their minds: on the cold floor, the petite and delicate body of Senior Sister Cat lay limp like mud, her fair skin covered with red marks and even purplish-blue marks. Her equally small mouths could not contain the enormous amount of semen, and could only regretfully let the cloudy white liquid slowly flow down her lips and thighs.

The tall and imposing teacher was lying wearily to one side. He must have looked incredibly frail now, especially if everyone rushed at him...

Okay, let's get out of here quickly.

It would be troublesome if the teachers' college staff caught us.

The dozen or so boldest female disciples quickly ran away, leaving only Hanazawa Nana, dragging Saten Yoko whose face was as red as the sunset outside the window, still swaggering outside.

Inside the room, the actual situation was quite similar to what these young ladies had imagined, with only a few differences. For example, the kitten wasn't lying on the cold floor, but on Harunobu's chest; it wasn't covered in bruises, just hickeys; and Harunobu wasn't too tired to move, but was instead carefully wiping the kitten with a towel soaked in hot water.

Come to think of it, they seemed to have gone into the bathroom earlier just to wash up...

The kitten lay obediently in Qingxin's arms, just like a calico kitten that had just been fed by its owner, showing none of its previous restlessness. Qingxin looked at her with affection, wiped away the last trace of dirt, and tapped the tip of her nose, breaking her feigned sleep.

"You bad boy," the kitten whined, but its actions were quite the opposite—it grabbed Harunobu and hugged him tightly. Harunobu reciprocated by grabbing the silly boy back, and the two cuddled sweetly, rubbing their faces together for a while. Only after the sun had completely set and the silvery moonlight had once again enveloped the earth did the two, now fully dressed, leave the bathroom.

Then, as soon as I came out, I saw Hirako.

The kitten shrank its head: "Good evening, Teacher's Supervisor."

She was mentally prepared to be mocked by Hirako, but as long as she got the meat, what did it matter if she was ridiculed a few times?

To her utter surprise, Hirako did not mock her for her infidelity; instead, she greeted her with a smile, "Good evening, little cat."

"Uh..." Harunobu was also a little surprised, but he didn't seem too surprised. Anyway, he changed the subject, "Sachiko, is dinner ready?"

“Everything is ready,” Hirako said gently, reaching out to straighten the clothes Harunobu had casually thrown on. “Are we going out on night patrol again tonight?”

“Of course.” Harunobu nodded. During the day, the Yakuza of the Demon Dragon Society were insignificant compared to the Bracers. But at night, not to mention the possibility of a demonized Yakuza transforming and coming out to retaliate, the various underhanded tactics alone would be enough to give the young ladies of the Bracers a hard time.

Therefore, the guerrillas wouldn't patrol at night, but instead would stay in fixed positions in spacious areas to guard against large-scale retaliation from the Yakuza. As for the scattered miscellaneous attacks, Harunobu took on that responsibility.

He welcomed the Yakuza to ambush him.

"Okay, let's go have dinner first...we haven't had lunch yet."

In the end, Hirako couldn't help but make a slightly sarcastic remark, which made Harunobu smile and give her a kiss in return.