Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: What Dream is Na-young Dreaming (9)
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"Hey, Hyo-min. Na-young's pussy is way too loose, so come suck my dick for me."
Even though the order wasn't directed at her but at Joo Na-young, Min Hyo-min obediently dropped to her knees.
"Y-yes... lick, slurp."
As she pressed her mouth to the spot where Na-young and I were connected, a ticklish sensation crawled up my shaft.
She didn't look anywhere near as good as the real Min Hyo-min in reality, which was a shame, but this tongue was still better than Na-young's knockoff pussy.
"Whew, this is actually better. You loose-pussied bitch, Joo Na-young."
"Hic!"
If I'd said that to Yu-ra, who loves being degraded, she would've clenched up tight.
On a whim, I tried using Essence Absorption on Min Hyo-min, but since she wasn't real, no points accumulated.
Anyway, that's how I went around servicing all six of them in turn, putting on a little show.
When I passed in front of Huh Bong-gwan, the bastard suggested a threesome, letting me glimpse exactly what kind of image he had in Na-young's mind.
Of course, I rejected Bong-gwan's proposal with a solid kick to the balls.
This one's all mine! Even if she doesn't taste great.
Finally, when I stood in front of Yeon Du-na, Na-young was a tear-streaked mess from the humiliation, but even in that state, she stuck out her tongue long and put on another fountain show.
"Hngh! Ahhhn! F-fuck, stop it! I-I'm sorryyy!"
"This is what you get for bragging about how good you are at sex. Ugh, it's pushing me out."
For the first time since sticking it in Na-young's pussy, I felt real pressure.
I yanked my dick downward, and clear fluid arced out from Na-young's pussy in a parabola.
The transparent stream trickled down Yeon Du-na's face.
"Ugh, Du-na, sorry."
"Haaah! Haah, haah, haaah..."
"This bitch is really building up my expectations. When I fuck the real one later, you'd better squirt like a water gun."
In the end, even as Na-young climaxed over a dozen times, I didn't cum once.
After carefully laying down the girl who'd completely surrendered her body to me, I knelt by her head and shoved my dick into her mouth.
"Hey, suck it. Yeah. Oh? You wanna bite? I'll shove it back in your pussy if you do."
She glared at me fiercely, nearly making me pull out in panic, but surprisingly, she started obediently sucking on it.
"Slurp, suck. Suck."
"Whoa, your tongue has some real detail to it. Should've done a 69. Good girl..."
When she got too exhausted to move her tongue, I'd pull out, jerk off for a bit, then shove it back in—repeating that several times until I finally came in her mouth.
"Na-young, I'm cumming. Swallow it all... Nngh! Hoo."
After holding back for so long while horny as hell, a massive load came out.
"Mmph! Gah, ptoo! Cough... cough, cough. Ptoo!"
Startled by the sudden eruption, Na-young coughed and spat out my dick, but I didn't care and marked her face all over.
If this were reality, I'd have whipped out my phone and snapped a pic of Na-young glaring at me with cum on her face—that humiliating, erotic scene. No way around it?
With so many skills, maybe there's something. I'll have to ask Pomi when I get back.
"Alright, Na-young. Sleep tight. Next time, make it more detailed, okay?"
I patted her belly a couple times, then released [Dream Demon].
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Skill Dream Demon has been released.] A sucking sensation pulled at my body, and my back hit the soft mattress.
"Nngh, I'm back... Mmph?"
As I twisted awake from sleep, something was smothering my nose and mouth, making it hard to breathe. My eyes snapped open.
I still couldn't see anything! And smooth clumps were pushing into my nose and mouth. What the hell!
"Mmph! Ngh? Hngh, ptoo!"
"Kyaa!"
I thrashed my head in panic and spat it out. Whatever had been covering my face rolled down to my stomach, and my vision finally cleared.
"Mmph! Ptoo, ptoo!"
"Eh? You're spitting it out? Jun-young said mine was sweet!"
The thing that had been smothering my face was Pomi's white ass!
"Hey, you crazy bitch! What the hell are you doing on a sleeping guy's face?!"
Pomi, sprawled bottomless on my stomach, started making excuses.
"Huh? Your dick was getting all hard, so I took off my panties to look..."
"Don't look!"
"Then your dick started twitching!"
Ignoring my protests, she just kept talking.
"...And?"
"You went 'I'm cumming, swallow it all,' so I put it in my mouth! I'm the victim here!"
The words I'd said to Na-young in the dream must've come out as sleep-talk.
Pomi's excuse checked out—white fluid was smeared around her sloppy mouth.
"Sigh, fine, I get that part. But why'd you sit on my face?"
"Hehe."
"Don't just laugh—spit it out."
"While sucking, I started feeling ticklish too..."
"Am I your jerk-off toy?!"
Forcing facesitting on a sleeping guy. What a kid.
I wiped my damp face and sat up.
Looking down at my lower half, I saw my boxer briefs pulled down to my thighs, my dick dangling.
"At least you didn't suck off my underwear."
"I did good, right?!"
I reluctantly petted her head as she nuzzled for praise, and she closed her eyes, acting spoiled.
Sheesh. I shook my head and noticed the yellow blanket stained red.
What the...?
"Huff, sniff, sniff."
This smell feels familiar.
I sniffed the stain, and a familiar spicy-salt scent hit me.
Suddenly, the whisper I'd shared with Pomi in the dream flashed back.
-You're not seriously eating ramen next to me right now, are you? You're not sitting on the mattress eating it?
-Ah, I spilled a little... H-hey, the phone won't pick up! Hello... tu-tu-.
Grip.
The hand petting Pomi clenched with force.
Flinch!
"Ow! I-it hurts, Jun-young. What's wrong?"
I shoved the blanket in Pomi's face, and her body stiffened.
"What's this?"
"H-how should I know? Mia doesn't know. Owowowow!"
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ In the early dawn as blue light slowly brightened, a woman groaned in a cramped room. Her name was Joo Na-young. Twenty-two this year.
"Sss, whoo. Sss, whoo. Nngh, ah, fuck, hiyaang."
She'd been breathing evenly in deep sleep, but now and then she let out sweet moans mixed with curses—who knew what dream she was having.
"Ahng, don't look. Don't look at my pussy. Whooo, ngh, slurp... whooo."
She'd occasionally stretch her legs out straight and tremble all over. She woke with a sudden dry cough.
"Mmph, urk, cough, urgh, cough, cough, gulp."
Coughing like she'd choked, she snapped her eyes open and bolted upright.
"Haa, haaa. Whoo..."
After several deep breaths sitting up, steadying her heaving chest, she groped around for her phone to check the time.
"Fuck, why does this keep happening?!"
Starting her morning with a fresh curse, she flopped back down.
"Aaaargh! Ah, why that asshole! Ahhhh!"
Scared of the thin walls picking up sound, she buried her face in her pillow and kicked her feet before lying still again.
Right after waking, the dream buried deep in her mind started bubbling up vividly.
The dream began from that day, that moment when she'd chewed out the tardy Lee So-eun.
Any prior dreams were erased by how shocking this one was—she couldn't remember them.
It had been fine up until Lee So-eun and Huh Bong-gwan groveled and apologized to her.
That's when he appeared.
"Choi Jun-young!"
Trying to avoid him in the dream, she'd collapsed from sleep deprivation that day in reality and ended up being supported by the real him.
Her built-up fatigue had vanished, and she hadn't even dreamed that night, so she'd felt both annoyed and grateful—repaying him yesterday with old chocolate from home.
"Shouldn't have given it to him."
But that gratitude lasted barely a day.
"Why do I keep dreaming about that loser?"
And tonight, it was a dirty dream. At the end, she'd pathetically sucked his dick.
"Am I an idiot or what?"
This curse was aimed at herself, not Choi Jun-young.
"Should've bitten it off... Ugh, so annoying!"
As she scratched her head in frustration, she suddenly recalled the massive size of Choi Jun-young's dick from the dream and the pleasure it brought.
"Was it really that big... Ah, what am I saying? I'm going crazy."
To shake off the filthy dream and wash away her sweaty body, Na-young got up—but froze upon realizing something she hadn't noticed right after waking.
A stickier, slimier wetness emanated from between her legs, different from her face, back, or armpits.
"No way."
Pulling down her sweatpants to check her panties, her body shuddered the moment her fingertips touched it.
She flashed back to being hoisted up and pounded hard by Choi Jun-young in the dream.
"Hngk, hak! Ahhh."
Ssssh.
"Ah, no. Nooo. Ah, so annoying..."
The fluid gushing out like piss soaked her pants and trickled down her legs onto the blanket.
"Ahhngh, seriously! Nngh, Choi Jun... you bastard. Sob, fuck. Hiiing!"
She clamped her trembling legs tight, forced to watch the stain on the blanket spread as she cried out Choi Jun-young's name.
A moment later, she had no choice but to do laundry and shower at the crack of dawn.
"Just changed the sheets not long ago—what do I tell Mom?"
She muttered in the shower.
But that wasn't the only problem. Her body burned like fire, as if she'd touched something wrong.
Maybe masturbating would help? She slipped in a finger.
But it only felt ticklish—something, something was missing.
A frustrating sense that just a little more would bring relief.
She recalled hot male idols lately, even dragging up her scant experiences with the boyfriend from two years ago, moving her fingers—but the frustration lingered.
"Ahng, ahng, ngh, annoying, ah, what is it."
About to end the shower unsatisfied, Choi Jun-young popped into her head.
Imagining that jerk while masturbating hurt her pride too much.
But unable to bear the frustration, she tentatively fingered herself to thoughts of sex with Choi Jun-young.
Splash, splish. Trickle.
"Haak, haaak, w-what is this, what is thiiiis! Hngh, aahhh! Haa, haa."
An unimaginable surge of pleasure swept her body. Love juices poured from her pussy like a faucet.
"Hngh, ngh..."
Tensing her lower belly and squirting several times, the frustration finally faded, leaving languid satisfaction.
At least she was lucky not to worry about facing Choi Jun-young today.
She was off for two days starting today; next meeting was Thursday.
"Whoo..."
Na-young sighed in relief, unaware of one thing...
She hadn't realized she now remembered Choi Jun-young's work schedule—something she would've ignored before.