I, Who Acquired the Ability to Read Memories, Am Being Swallowed by Darkness - While I Should Be Protecting Beautiful Girls, I Am Being Drawn into Darkness Each Time I Use My Power, Yet for Some Reason, My Harem of Beautiful Girls Keeps Growing - Chapter 51: The Jounouchi Household

Chapter 51: The Jounouchi Household

The evening of the following day, in a quiet residential neighborhood.

Standing in front of the Jounouchi family’s nameplate, I held the DVD of the recital in my hand.

The excuse that Misae, her teacher, had asked me to deliver it was supposed to be perfect.

When I pressed the doorbell, the sound of footsteps approached from inside.

“Yes?”

The door opened, and there stood the beautiful girl I had seen in the video yesterday.

Karina Jounouchi.

The moment I saw her, I caught my breath.

Her presence was far more overwhelming than I had imagined.

Her long, light brown hair swayed naturally around her shoulder blades, shimmering like fire under the sunlight.

It wasn’t meticulously styled; the natural flow and slight disarray seemed to symbolize her free-spirited nature and unbound soul.

Her face was strikingly small and perfectly proportioned.

Yet, it wasn’t an artificial beauty—it was the beauty of natural craftsmanship.

Her sharp, almond-shaped eyes held a hint of melancholy.

They conveyed a depth of insight and an extraordinary passion for music that seemed unimaginable for someone her age.

Her high, refined nose and faintly pink lips accentuated her elegance.

And what stood out most was the whiteness of her skin.

It was as translucent and pure as snow.

“Um, Misae-sensei from Melodia asked me to deliver this DVD of the recital.”

Karina’s expression darkened.

“…I’ve already quit piano.”

“It’s a precious memory, though.”

I spoke gently.

“Would you please accept it?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Karina invited me inside.

“I’ll make some tea. Please, come in.”

Led to the living room, I waited for the perfect opportunity.

While Karina prepared tea in the kitchen, I reached for her smartphone on the table.

A flood of past memories rushed in.

…The music room after school.

Yamashita stood before Karina.

“Look into my eyes…”

His voice, low and calm, free of its usual stutter.

“You don’t need the piano anymore…”

The memory continued.

Karina returned home and suddenly stopped playing the piano.

She packed away her sheet music and informed Melodia of her withdrawal.

And then… new instructions from Yamashita.

Sitting beside her bed, Yamashita reached out and gently stroked Karina’s head.

Karina’s fingers froze, and she turned toward him.

On stage, she radiated an overwhelming presence, but in front of Yamashita, she reverted to just a girl.

Her eyes, unlike the sharp brilliance they held on stage, were soft and filled with a gentle light.

It was the expression of someone enveloped in Yamashita’s false warmth and reassurance—a happy, serene look.

Occasionally glancing at Yamashita with a smile, her presence was a beautiful, heartwarming sight.

“Hey, Ginta-kun. Are we really okay doing this? Over and over again… We’re still just a high schooler and a middle schooler…”

Karina’s voice trembled with a hint of anxiety.

“You don’t need to worry about that. We love each other, don’t we? Besides, there’s no rule saying we have to wait until we’re adults, right?”

Yamashita replied with a smile.

“You’re right. Since meeting you, Ginta-kun, my world has changed. I’ve found a version of myself beyond music, and I feel like I can live more freely. As long as you’re with me, I feel like I can be infinitely strong.”

Karina sat up and leaned toward Yamashita, puckering her cute pink lips.

Without hesitation, Yamashita claimed her lips.

A kiss that felt like trampling a pristine snowfield with muddy boots.

Her pink lips became slick with Yamashita’s sticky saliva.

Their tongues intertwined in a deep, breathless kiss.

Slurp, smack.

“Karina-chan…” Yamashita murmured her name as he began unbuttoning her uniform one by one.

Karina, eyes closed, surrendered herself to his hands.

Slipping his hand inside her shirt and pulling off her bra, her pure white, beautiful breasts were revealed.

Her pink nipples stood pertly atop her slightly budding breasts.

Yamashita kissed them softly, caressing them with his tongue.

He nibbled gently, then sucked harder as her nipples grew firm.

“Ah, Ginta-kun… if you suck them like that, I… nghh…”

Karina’s voice trembled.

Yamashita moved from her nipples to her lower body.

Sliding his hand under her skirt, he touched her through her panties.

Slowly, his fingers pressed into the fabric.

His fingers kneaded her soft flesh.

Wet, squishing sounds.

“You’re already soaked.”

Karina’s pussy was wet, tightening around his probing fingers.

Yamashita pulled off her drenched panties, exposing her flushed, engorged pussy.

He spread her legs wide with both hands.

The girl who commanded an absolute aura on stage, draped in a dress, was now completely vulnerable before Yamashita.

Her dignified posture at the piano was unimaginable in this lewd position.

Her smooth, hairless pussy, set against her snow-white skin, was spread open by Yamashita’s fingers, revealing its drenched depths.

A red fruit fallen on a white snowfield.

Perhaps because of her pale skin, the red glistened with an almost obscene allure.

“Look, when I peel back the hood, your cute little clit is all exposed.”

Yamashita took her tiny clitoris into his mouth, nibbling lightly before sucking hard.

“Ah, ahn! Ginta-kun… not there, it’s too much… nghh!”

Karina let out a scream-like moan, but Yamashita continued, rolling her clit with his tongue.

Her clit quivered under his touch.

“Karina-chan, does it feel good?”

Yamashita asked, and Karina nodded desperately.

“Nn, nn! Yes, it feels good. Ahh, but… is it okay for me to feel this good…?”

“It’s fine. This is our little secret. Just let yourself feel it.”

Yamashita said, then sucked her clit hard.

Slurp, suck.

Karina’s body jolted, her climax approaching.

“I’m gonna…! I’m coming! Nngh, ahh!”

Her body arched, pleasure coursing through her.

Her body convulsed, and her love juices gushed.

Yamashita lapped up every drop.

“Phew… felt good?”

Yamashita asked gently, and Karina nodded, panting.

“Haa, haa… it was amazing. Thank you for loving my pussy so much, Ginta-kun.”

Smiling, Karina hugged Yamashita, pressing their foreheads together.

They kissed again.

“Nn…”

Karina let out a sweet moan as her slender fingers wrapped around Yamashita’s cock.

She slid her face down to his crotch.

Skillfully freeing his cock, she took it into her cute mouth in one swift motion.

“Wow… Ginta-kun’s cock is so thick, so delicious… ngh…”

The sight of her eagerly sucking his thick cock was nothing like the delicate genius pianist.

She was like a wild animal, driven purely by desire.

Slurp, slurp, glurp.

That refined face, now miserably contorted as it engulfs a thick cock.

Her mouth wide open, her light brown hair disheveled, she looks up while sucking the cock deep into her throat.

“Nhobo! Gg! Jubo jubo!”

Snot drips from her nose as she desperately continues sucking the massive cock.

“Thank you, Karina-chan. Now it’s my turn.”

“Nuchaaaa!”

Her saliva forms a thread as it pulls away from the cock.

“Nha! Ahn… Aah…!”

Next, Yamashita slides his fingers into Karina’s pussy.

Soaked and dripping, it gives off a sweet-tart scent.

When he gently teases her clit with his fingertips, she suddenly lets out a high-pitched “Hyan!”

“Rub it harder…”

As requested, he moves his fingers with more force, causing her body to jolt.

His fingertips rapidly rub her cute little clit.

“Chucha chacha chuchu chacha!”

Her body stiffens painfully, then trembles all over.

“Nha! I’m coming! Aahhn! No, stop! I can’t! I’m coming! I’m gonna come!”

Karina’s screams echo.

Squirting a flood of love juices, she reaches climax.

“Haa, haa… I want to feel even better…”

Now Karina seeks more.

They face each other on the bed, bodies entwined.

Her soft breasts, lips, pussy, and his cock rub against each other.

“Ahh… It’s rubbing… Hurry and put it in… My depths are already aching…”

She spreads her legs herself, guiding his cock to her pussy.

Yamashita’s thick cock slowly pushes apart her smooth pussy lips, sliding in.

Her drenched pussy accepts it without resistance.

Proof that it’s already taken this cock countless times.

“Nfuu… Feels so good… Nhobo!! I never thought a day would come when I could have sex with you like this, Ginta-kun… Nhaa!”

Smiling happily, Karina moves her hips fiercely.

Her wild pistoning, unimaginable for a musician, blanks her mind.

“An! An! An! Feels so good!!”

“Ahh… Feels amazing, your pussy’s the best, Karina-chan!”

They devour each other passionately.

Ginta’s large hands caress Karina’s small body.

Her slender white legs wrap around his waist.

“Fah! Your cock’s so hard, it feels so good… Nn, thrust even deeper…!”

Exchanging lewd words, they ravage each other’s bodies.

The wet, squelching sounds fill the room, creating a lascivious atmosphere.

Karina’s slim frame seems too small to take Yamashita’s massive cock, but her pussy fits it perfectly, as if made for it.

“I love it, Ginta-kun’s cock…! Nhaa, it’s filling me up so tight!!”

Karina thrusts her hips, savoring his cock.

Her long brown hair is a mess, tears spill from her clear, large eyes.

Gasping for breath, she continues to crave him deeply, fiercely.

“Un! Feels so good! Move even faster!”

Yamashita pulls her body close, starting a vigorous pistoning motion.

Each thrust makes Karina’s breasts bounce, her breaths as a genius pianist filling the room.

“Ah, ah, aah… Feels too good…!”

Karina, overwhelmed with excitement, nearly rolls her eyes back but holds on.

“Ahh… I’m gonna come! Karina-chan, take it all…!”

Yamashita reaches his limit, thrusting powerfully to release his semen.

Karina matches him, pushing her hips to take him deeper.

“Un, yes… Come inside me… I’m coming, coming, coming!! Nhoo!!”

“Byuru! Byururururu! Byu byu!”

A massive load of semen shoots out, flooding Karina’s vagina.

Her body stiffens for a moment, then she lets out sweet moans.

“Ahh… That felt so good…”

They press their sweaty bodies together, changing positions and continuing to seek each other.

The sweat-drenched pair take a bath together.

Steam rises in the bathroom.

Karina, soaking in the tub, gazes at Yamashita beside her.

As always, he wears his glasses, eyes closed quietly.

He looks so natural, as if the glasses are an inseparable part of his face.

Hesitantly, Karina speaks.

“Ginta-kun… Why don’t you take off your glasses?”

Her words carry faint hope mixed with a touch of anxiety.

She’s asked him to remove them before, but he’s always refused.

Yamashita slowly opens his eyes and looks at her.

Behind his glasses, his eyes are as calm as ever, with a slight coldness.

Without a word, he shakes his head slowly.

“…Why not?”

Karina asks, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Her desire to see his bare face intertwines with her curiosity about his refusal.

Yamashita answers quietly.

“…Because… it’s my identity.”

His voice is soft but resolute, unwavering in its conviction.

“More importantly, Karina, you’re still so slippery here.”

His hand, under the water, rubs her pussy.

“Nha! That’s because it felt so good…”

Her lascivious face begins to melt into desire once more.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

At Karina’s voice, I hurriedly pulled my hand away from the smartphone.

The memories were clear.

I felt a slight sense of unease about the scenes I’d witnessed.

I still couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

In Karina’s eyes as she held the tea, the passion for music that once burned brightly was gone.

Yet, her mystical beauty was so flawless that the memories I’d just seen felt unbelievable.

Her fragile, delicate frame, seemingly on the verge of breaking.

Her pure white skin.

Her slender fingertips.

We sipped tea and made casual conversation about recent events in her quiet voice.

That’s when it happened.

“Oh, it’s about time for Yamashita-kun to come…”

Karina’s offhand remark made me instinctively brace myself.

“Yamashita-kun?”

“Yes, he’s my…”

Karina’s cheeks flushed faintly.

“…boyfriend.”

A chill ran down my spine.

No way.

“He’s been coming over a lot lately. My parents like him too…”

“Sorry,” I said, standing up abruptly.

“I should get going.”

“Eh? But you could meet Yamashita-kun…”

“No, I have something to take care of.”

I quickly rose from my seat.

I couldn’t face Yamashita now.

I wasn’t ready.

On my way to the entrance, a photo displayed in the hallway caught my eye.

Karina and her parents, smiling.

Next to it, a recent photo of Karina and Yamashita together.

Yamashita, with an unfathomable smile that seemed out of place on his small frame.

“Maybe another time.”

Leaving those words behind, I hurried to the entrance.

I had to get out quickly.

I didn’t look back.

To find some kind of clue, I headed to the hospital where Yamashita had been admitted.