Chapter 127
Chapter 127
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 127
Chapter Title: Chapter 127 - IF Side Story - A Midsummer Night's Dream
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※ This chapter is an IF side story!
It has absolutely no relation to the main story.
It deals with "What if this happened?"
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Sometimes, right before falling asleep, all sorts of thoughts come flooding in.
Liru Garda's bedtime that day was the perfect example of this phenomenon.
“...Hey.”
[What is it, Liru?]
Liru silently glared at her spirit body floating near the ceiling.
Her lips twitched, clearly struggling to get the words out.
[Looking at your status, it seems like it's about Dawood?]
“...”
[You're embarrassed to say it, so it must be some naughty fantasy, right?]
Conversations with her spirit body were always like this.
It knew her too well.
For better or worse.
That's why she could somehow bring herself to say it.
Since the spirit already knew what she was thinking anyway.
“...Back then, you know. When I was with that guy.”
Liru's mind replayed the scene from a few days ago.
The beautiful memories of being with him—
[Oh, the day Dawood was under my control and threw you onto the bed?]
“...”
Even when she spoke, it was like this.
As she shot her spirit a glare, it giggled and continued.
[What, regretting kicking him in the jaw back then?]
“...I don't regret it.”
She probably would've done the same thing even if she could go back.
Just...
“If, back then, I hadn't...”
Liru took a deep breath and said.
“If I hadn't kicked him away... what would've...”
[Happened?]
“...”
Liru scrunched up her face without a word.
She turned away sharply with a pouty gesture, ignoring the spirit.
Unfortunately, since the spirit could move freely in the air, it zipped right back in front of her nose.
[Curious about that?]
“...No.”
Liru turned her head away again.
[Then why'd you trail off like that?]
“Shut up. I'm going to sleep.”
[...]
As Liru closed her eyes saying that, the spirit grinned slyly.
[Sure thing.]
Of course, Liru had her eyes closed, so she didn't notice.
[Good night, Liru.]
And because of that.
Liru missed the spirit placing a hand on her head along with those words.
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It's a dream.
She could tell that clearly.
Otherwise, the sensations from that time couldn't be 'recreated' this perfectly.
“Liru.”
“...”
“I'm going to undress you, Liru.”
“...”
Liru looked up at him blankly.
Ah, it's Dawood.
The man she liked.
“...”
With a hazy consciousness like sinking into deep water, she barely registered that fact.
“Liru?”
“...”
“Why are you like this?”
She stared up at him vacantly as he said that.
‘...This is a dream, right?’
Considering his state back then, he wouldn't be speaking so naturally now.
This felt just like...
The 'real' Dawood holding her.
‘...If it's a dream...’
It might be okay.
So.
Without even knowing what she was saying herself.
“...Yeah.”
That response slipped from her lips.
“I'll... go easy on you.”
Then.
Dawood's hand slid inside her collar.
“...”
This is it.
Foreplay.
‘...Honestly, I don't really get it.’
She'd had some sex ed, so she knew what it was.
But she had no idea what the point was.
Did having someone touch your body actually feel that good?
Liru held that doubt very firmly.
“Ah, ngh, ugh, th-that's too muuuch—!”
Meaning.
That's what she thought until thirty minutes ago.
“Y-You, why are you so good at— Hiiik—!”
She couldn't even finish her indignant sentence before letting out a sharp moan.
For humans on the battlefield—especially those at the vanguard bearing the greatest risk—their body is their greatest asset.
So, in that line of work, controlling one's body should be as natural as breathing.
In other words.
Right now, Liru was a complete amateur.
“Ah... ah... ugh....”
Even with her head buried deep into the pillow clutched in both hands, her moans—barely forming words—leaked out distorted but enthusiastically.
The heat in her ragged breaths carried a tone she'd never made before in her life.
Sure, heavy breathing from intense exercise was a lifelong companion, but she'd never been pushed to this state by someone else's touch, so it made sense.
The pillowcase, gnawed by her teeth, tore, and a chunk rolled into her mouth.
A vague thought flickered that she was ruining a perfectly good pillow, but that paled against the sensation of Dawood's fingers slowly withdrawing from inside her, burrowing deep into her brain and boiling it.
Bonus points for the feeling of her fluids dripping down her thighs, smeared stickily onto his fingers.
“Ah.... aaah....”
Drool trickled from her clenched teeth.
She'd never shown such a dazed face in her life, but holding back her moans for tens of minutes had already taken precedence over any shame. Her eyes glistened, tears threatening to spill soon.
If there was a mirror in front of her, she'd want to die from embarrassment.
Letting a man take control of her body, panting like some animal in heat—not even human.
“...”
It's a dream.
That's why.
She thought that, but the sensations on her body felt terrifyingly real.
And as she writhed in pleasure.
Something came into view.
“...”
Her brain seemed to freeze for a moment.
It had that much presence.
“...First time seeing one?”
Dawood gave a wry smile as he said that.
But her gaze was glued to the towering erection.
“...Yeah.”
Liru nodded unconsciously, her eyes fixed.
“Looks like you're plenty relaxed now, so I'll put it in.”
Dawood chuckled softly and pressed his lower body close.
“W-Wait. I-I'm not mentally ready yet.”
“Liru.”
“Y-Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“...!”
And with that.
“Ah- haaak—!”
Liru's hips bucked violently.
Dawood shuddered head to toe as well.
He could feel the moist walls twitching beyond the skin.
Even with their scorching temperatures, the heat radiating from her core surged through his entire body.
Each thrust from Dawood was met by her vaginal walls writhing softly around him—a sign she felt like she was dying.
Another piston thrust upward drew a delicate “Hiiik” from her gritted teeth.
This.
Was the warrior of the Federation.
Someone who always tried to appear stern, rigid, and fierce—whether to herself or others.
And now.
She lay beneath Dawood, her whole body twitching, face a mess of drool and tears, biting back moans.
“Ngh, th-that...”
Unable to hold it in anymore, perhaps, Liru reached out and grabbed the pillow.
She placed it over her face and pressed it down hard with both arms, hugging it tight.
At that sight, Dawood nearly burst the air from his lungs.
“Liru, show me your face.”
“No...”
“I want to see it.”
At those words, Liru hesitated but loosened her arms around the pillow.
Dawood gently lifted it, exposing just her eyes.
Meeting her gaze—eyes melted by heat, corners drooping—he felt his peaking urge intensify.
“I-I can't hold back anymore—!”
He panted out.
“Show me your face. I'll cum while looking at you.”
Saying that, he lifted the pillow a bit more. This time, she didn't resist.
Stale air escaped her throat, and boiling liquid surged up his urethra.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms pulling his neck close.
As if welcoming him with her entire body.
His upper body leaned over her, and as their lips met, Dawood's glans—pressed against her cervix—unleashed a torrent of semen.
“Ah, u..ngh....”
Even as their tongues tangled stickily, Liru let out thin, continuous moans.
Each time his cock pulsed against her cervix, spurting cum, she felt her womb clench.
This man loves her.
Wants her.
That thought flashed through her hazy mind.
It fed back into her, bringing fulfillment, happiness, connection—and the ecstasy of it all surging through her body.
Her already descended womb wrapped softly around his glans again, coaxing more like a spoiled child saying it wasn't enough.
“D-Dawood... Dawood...”
Calling his name in a drained voice, she kept kissing him. Saliva exchanged wildly, tongues entwining, sucking, licking. Her whole body felt like one giant erogenous zone.
As he pulled his hips back slightly, electricity shot through her nerves.
“...Did it feel good, Liru?”
“Yeah, y-yeah, it felt good, so good—!”
She drawled sweetly, like dripping honey.
“Do it more, fill me more—just a little more—!”
Begging like that, she looked at his cock withdrawing from her entrance.
She wanted to bury her face in it and smell it.
Lick it wildly and taste it. Make him happy by serving it. It'd feel rewarding if he twitched in pleasure from her careful strokes.
She wanted him to cum on her. Treat her like an object, shove it down her throat, dump his load however he pleased.
Even on her face—like marking his possession.
Anything, give me that, please, I beg you...
But her desperate pleas were met with.
“...That might be tough.”
A wry smile and that response.
“Why, whyyy— I-I'm like this, it felt so good, I'm waiting like this— hurryyy—!”
“Liru.”
Dawood stroked her head as he said that.
“It's morning now.”
The dream.
Ended there.
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“...”
Morning light.
Birds chirping.
So why did her body feel so sticky and gross?
Something... what was it.
A good yet sticky, weird dream.
Thinking that, Liru tried to get up.
If not for the squelch from her lower body.
“...”
Liru looked down at the bed with a stiff expression.
A bad premonition hit her.
“...What.”
Then.
Peeking under the covers, her whole face flushed crimson.
It's soaked.
Everything. Even the sheets.
The source of the 'fluid' was painfully obvious.
Then.
“Wh-What the hell—?!”
A roar shattered the dawn, exploding in her room.
[...]
And watching it all.
The blue devil stuck to the ceiling giggled.
[Did it feel good, Liru? Well, you were curious last night.]
“...”
[The 'ideal type' Dawood I made for you—seemed like you liked him.]
“Y-Youuuu—!”
[Let's see. You definitely said, 'Do it more, fill me more—just a little more'—]
“Shut uuuup—!”
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