Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls-Chapter 484: Professor Inari teaching Umbra about blowjobs (R-18)
Several hours passed in absolute silence.
The light that had previously streamed softly through the window had changed tone, now brighter and more golden, indicating that the morning had already progressed considerably. The room was quiet, only the distant sound of the wind gently moving the curtains and the occasional creaking of the house’s wood breaking the stillness of the environment.
Kael was the first to move.
He let out a small, involuntary sigh as he began to wake up, still trapped in that hazy zone between deep sleep and consciousness. His eyes remained closed for a few seconds as he tried to remember what had happened before falling asleep again.
There was something strange.
Something important.
Something involving... a portal?
He frowned slightly as his mind slowly returned to its normal state of functioning.
Then he opened his eyes.
The familiar ceiling of the room was the first thing he saw.
For a few seconds he just stood there, looking up, allowing his mind to fully awaken. The mattress beneath his body was still warm and comfortable, and the surrounding silence gave the impression that nothing out of the ordinary had happened that night.
But then the memory returned.
Umbra falling from the ceiling.
The absurd conversation.
The dragon.
He blinked a few times, slowly turning his head to one side of the bed.
Empty.
He frowned.
Then he turned his head to the other side.
Also empty. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Kael blinked again, now fully awake, still lying with a long blanket over his legs. He realized that neither of them was there.
But suddenly... Kael felt a movement under the blanket—a different weight, a warmth that wasn’t just his own body. His hands, which were relaxed at his sides, were abruptly captured by something. Not his own, but by others.
Two distinct pressures.
One firmer, more experienced, with fingers that gripped his wrist confidently. The other, more hesitant, almost experimental, but equally determined.
He paused for a second, his brain processing the touch as the memory of the portal, the dragon, Umbra with a human body, all came back in quick flashes. His breathing became shorter.
With a swift movement, he lifted the blanket.
The golden morning light illuminated the scene beneath the fabric.
Inari was there, her posture hunched to the side, a concentrated and almost pedagogical expression on her face. Her hands—one was guiding, demonstrating. The other was on Kael, but not directly. It was on Umbra’s hand.
Umbra. The silhouette now human, the skin still with a slight pale gray tone, the eyes wide and curious. She was looking at Inari, then at what her own hands were doing—one of them, under Inari’s guidance, was holding Kael’s penis with uncertain but firm pressure.
Kael felt his blood rush instantly—not just from the contact, but from the surprise, the context, the sight.
"What..." he began, his voice still hoarse from sleep, but already laden with disbelief. "What are you doing?"
Inari turned to look at him. Her narrow eyes landed on his face with an expression that mixed innocence and a deliciously perverse awareness.
"Umbra has a body now," she said softly. "She wants to experiment with things. Things... perverse."
Umbra still held Kael. She blinked slowly, as if processing each new sensation that body offered her.
"Inari said this is... interesting," she commented, in her normally monotonous tone, though now tinged with genuine curiosity. "I want to understand."
Kael felt her touch clearly. Umbra’s skin was colder than Inari’s, but it was real—firm, present. Her fingers tightened slightly, as if testing texture, reaction, life.
He swallowed hard.
The room remained silent. The wind continued to move the curtains, but something in the world seemed to have shifted position in that instant—as if reality had rearranged itself around that intimate moment, that curious touch.
Inari smiled. A small, intimate, almost complicit smile.
"It’s educational," she added, as if it were the most natural explanation possible. "And practical."
Kael didn’t know whether to recoil, protest, or simply observe. His body, however, was already reacting on its own. The contrast between Umbra’s hesitant touch and Inari’s calm security created a tension that was both physical and psychological.
Inari kept her gaze locked on his as an expression of satisfaction slowly spread across her face.
"First," she said in a low, deliberate voice, "comes the oral part. It’s more intimate."
Without breaking eye contact, she lowered her head.
Her lips touched the tip of the member Umbra still cautiously held. The contrast was immediate—the moist warmth of Inari’s mouth against the curious coolness of Umbra’s fingers.
Kael let out a low sigh, his abdominal muscles contracting involuntarily.
Inari began slowly, almost didactic in each gesture. Then she pulled back slightly, allowing Umbra to observe better.
"Pay attention to the movement of the tongue," she instructed, her voice slightly muffled.
She demonstrated again, sliding her tongue along the underside, from the base to the tip.
Umbra tilted her head, observing with almost scientific concentration. Her dark eyes followed every detail.
"Is pressure important?" she asked.
"Yes." Inari pulled away again. "Too strong hurts. Too weak, you can barely feel it."
She demonstrated variations—gentle licks alternating with firmer sucks.
Kael was already completely engrossed in the situation. His hand gripped the sheet beside him as he watched the scene: Inari, the provocative teacher, and Umbra, the curious student who, just hours before, didn’t even possess a body.
"Want to try?" Inari asked, lifting her head.
For a moment, a thread of saliva still connected her lips to Kael’s skin before breaking.
Umbra looked at his face, then at what was before her. She nodded once, in a precise gesture.
Inari gently guided her head.
"Slowly," she whispered near his ear. "Start at the tip."
Umbra obeyed.
Her lips—colder, thinner than Inari’s—touched Kael’s skin. She blinked, registering the sensation. Then, with an almost delicate hesitation, she opened her mouth and enveloped him.
Kael let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a grunt.
The sensation was strange, not only because of the act itself, but because of who was performing it. Umbra, who until a few hours before was merely a formless presence, was now exploring the physical world through him.
Inari watched with evident satisfaction, her hand resting on Umbra’s back.
"Good," she murmured. "Now use your tongue."
Umbra tried.
At first her movements were clumsy—like someone learning a new language. She seemed to map every reaction, every response of Kael’s body.
But there was determination in her curiosity.
Inari, however, was not content merely to observe. She repositioned herself beside Umbra and, with a fluid movement, enveloped him again with her own mouth, lower down.
The difference in experience was evident.
Inari moved with confidence, rhythm, and intention. Umbra followed her, becoming more and more coordinated, adapting to the dynamics.
The room filled with soft sounds: Kael’s heavier breathing, the damp rustle of movement, occasional whispers of instruction.
"Now with rhythm," Inari instructed. "Up and down."
Umbra followed the instruction. Her movements began to flow more naturally.
At a certain moment, her eyes met Kael’s. There was something new in that gaze—pure fascination, like someone discovering a completely new form of interaction.
Kael felt the tension growing within him.
His hands were now in the hair of both of them—Inari’s, soft and familiar, and Umbra’s, which had a different texture, almost silky, like dark strands that seemed to absorb the light.
The morning light continued to stream in through the window, illuminating everything with increasing clarity.
There were no more shadows obscuring the scene.
The raw reality of that moment: two presences, one teaching and the other learning, exploring together the limits and possibilities of physical pleasure.
Inari moved away again, the damp sound marking the movement.
"You learn quickly," she praised, before returning, deepening the rhythm to show how to intensify the experience.
Kael was completely immersed—in the duality of sensations, in the contrast between techniques, in the sight of the two heads moving in harmony.
His breathing quickened.
His body tensed with the growing excitement.
Kael felt the tension reach its limit. His fingers tangled more tightly in the two women’s hair—not as a command, but as an anchor against the wave growing within him. A tremor ran through his legs, and his breath caught for a moment, trapped deep in his throat.
"Inari..." he managed to whisper, between warning and pleading.
She understood immediately. She glanced quickly at Umbra and then intensified the rhythm, guiding her student with firmer pressure on the nape of her neck, coordinating each movement so that both were perfectly synchronized at the exact moment.
The orgasm came like a violent wave, rising at the base of her spine and spreading throughout her body. Kael arched her back, a hoarse groan escaping her lips as she surrendered completely to the sensation.
Inari remained where she was, receiving everything in silence, without swallowing. For a moment, her eyes closed, as if absorbing not only the salty taste but also the intensity of that instant. When the last contraction passed, she slowly pulled away, still keeping the liquid in her mouth.
Then her eyes met Umbra’s, who observed everything with a deep and almost clinical curiosity.
"Do you want to taste it?" Inari asked, her voice slightly muffled.
Umbra’s gaze shifted between Inari’s face and her lips. Her dark eyes narrowed slightly, analyzing, pondering. Then she nodded once, in a precise gesture.
A small smile curved Inari’s lips—intimate, complicit.
She moved closer, gently resting her hand on Umbra’s chin. With deliberate slowness, she tilted her head and pressed her lips against hers in a deep kiss.
Kael watched, still breathless, the relaxed body on the bed as Inari shared part of her burden with Umbra. The kiss was long, deliberate, full of intention. He could see the slow movement of Inari’s tongue, the conscious gesture of sharing that experience.
When they finally separated, a thin silver thread connected their lips for an instant before breaking.
Umbra blinked slowly. Her tongue emerged to touch her own lips, savoring the taste attentively.
"That feels so good," she said in her usual tone, though now there was a different glint in her eyes. "Hot. Salty. An... intense experience."
She swallowed calmly, her throat moving in a controlled gesture, and then looked back at Kael.
"I’ve seen you do it so many times," she commented, remembering all the times she was in her spiritual form hovering near him while he had sex with various women... "I loved it."
Kael was still catching his breath, observing the two women before him—now connected by that shared experience.
Inari wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, a casual gesture that contrasted with the intensity of what had just happened.
She brought her hand to her vagina and slowly opened it, "How about we go deeper?" she asked Kael, both already naked anyway...
"I agree... I want to feel your cock inside me... for the first time." Umbra purred, sounding like a perverted girl.
