World's End Harem: The Lustful Messiah

The morning after the public vaccine demonstration felt lighter, but only slightly. The Unity Conference was scheduled for tomorrow, and the world's attention was already fixed on Hano Medical University. Every news outlet was buzzing about the cure, and every move Shin made was under a microscope.

Still, for a brief moment, there was calm.

Shin sat on the edge of his bed, the soft hum of voices from outside drifting through his open window. He had spent all morning reviewing security reports and preparing for the conference. But as the sun began to set, his exhaustion finally caught up to him.

A soft knock at his door pulled him from his thoughts.

"Come in," Shin said.

The door opened to reveal Misaki, standing there in a loose cardigan and shorts, her cheeks slightly flushed. She looked hesitant for only a second before stepping in, closing the door quietly behind her. Misaki twirled her brunette hair with her fingers. 

"You've been locked in here all day," she said, her voice soft. "You need to relax, Shin. Even just for tonight."

Shin raised an eyebrow. "Relax? You know what's coming tomorrow."

Misaki stepped closer, her eyes meeting his. "Exactly why you should. You've been carrying the weight of the world. Let me… help with that."

Before Shin could respond, she slipped off her cardigan, revealing the thin black lace underneath. His exhaustion twisted into something else. Need.

"You're serious," Shin said, voice dropping lower.

"Very," Misaki whispered, climbing onto his lap, straddling him with no hesitation now.

Her lips crashed onto his, warm and urgent, tasting of mint tea. Shin's hands instinctively gripped her waist, pulling her closer as her fingers tangled into his hair. Her soft moan vibrated against his mouth as she ground her hips against his lap, already feeling the bulge pressing against her.

"God, I missed this," Misaki whispered, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes.

"Then you'll get all of me today," Shin growled.

She grinned, biting her lip. "Good."

Shin flipped her onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. She gasped in surprise, then laughed breathlessly as he tugged off her shorts and panties in one swift motion. Her skin glowed in the warm light of the room, her chest rising and falling faster with each second.

Shin kissed his way down her body slowly: neck, collarbone, the soft curve of her breasts. He lingered there, pulling her bra down and taking one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as his hand rolled and squeezed the other.

Misaki arched her back, moaning louder now. "Shin—please—"

"Patience my slut," he murmured against her skin, his hand trailing lower, fingers brushing against her already soaked slit.

When his fingers slipped inside her, Misaki let out a sharp gasp, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. He pumped them slowly at first, curling just enough to hit the right spot each time, watching her melt under him. He felt her pussy tightening around his fingers.

"More," she begged. "Please, faster—"

Shin smirked and did so, picking up the pace, his thumb circling her clit. Misaki's hips bucked wildly as her moans filled the room, her body trembling under his relentless rhythm.

But Shin wasn't about to let her finish yet.

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, making her whimper in frustration. "Not yet," he said firmly. "I want to feel you when you come."

Shin unzipped his pants, pulling them off along with his shirt. His cock stood hard and throbbing, the sight making Misaki's eyes widen with hunger.

"Get on all fours," Shin commanded.

She scrambled into position, arching her back, her ass high in the air. Shin gripped her hips firmly, positioning himself at her entrance before thrusting in hard with one deep stroke.

"Ahh—Shin!" Misaki cried out, her hands gripping the headboard.

He didn't give her time to adjust. His thrusts came fast and deep, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with her breathless moans. Misaki pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, her body desperate for more. Shin slapped her ass, her cheeks jiggling against it. A handprint could be seen on her ass.

"Fuck—you feel amazing," Shin groaned, gripping her hips tighter as he drove into her.

Her voice trembled, broken between moans. "Yes, yes, don't stop—"

He reached around her, slipping a hand between her legs to rub her clit as he pounded into her from behind. The extra stimulation pushed her closer to the edge, her moans growing louder and more desperate. Her eyes rolled over.

"Shin—I'm… I'm gonna—"

"Do it," he growled, slamming into her harder. "Come for me."

With a loud cry, Misaki came, her body shaking violently, pussy clenching tight around his cock. The feeling pushed Shin over the edge as well, and with a final thrust, he spilled inside her, holding her hips firmly as he rode out his own orgasm.

They collapsed together onto the bed, Misaki panting heavily against his chest. Shin wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as her breathing slowed.

"That was… exactly what you needed," Misaki whispered with a satisfied smile.

Shin chuckled softly, brushing hair from her flushed face. "You might be right."

For a while, they lay there in silence, bodies tangled together, the weight of tomorrow momentarily forgotten.

But as Shin stared at the ceiling, his mind inevitably returned to the conference, to Code Number 8, to Izanami's growing influence.

Tomorrow would decide everything.

And Shin knew he'd need every ounce of strength to face it.