Goddamn Fucking Dream
“Y-you, you!”
Chloe pointed at the man—at Solis—with a finger trembling like an aspen leaf.
“Why are you in my house?!”
“Eva greets me with open arms while you throw me to the wolves. Hurtful, really.”
“Get out! Get out right now!”
Chloe exploded, snatching up the pillow beside her and hurling it.
The plush cushion arced through the air, never touched him, and dropped limply to the floor right at his feet.
“I'll scream! I'll call someone, I'll—”
“Call someone?”
“C-call the guards... call them...”
Chloe felt her heart plummet. Her body refused to obey her, and her hands and feet shook uncontrollably.
With even opening her mouth a struggle, the only thing she could manage was to clutch at her slipping bathrobe and cover her most vulnerable places.
“If I have to force you, you look about ready to burst into tears on the spot.”
“Ngh!”
At the word force, the meaning hit her instantly, and her trembling grew worse. Like a mouse standing before a cat, she couldn't even muster the thought of resisting—her tail curled under and everything in her shrank away.
Is this how I get defiled? Used over and over until I'm left abandoned in a pathetic, ruined state? No—I won't!
As she conjured the worst possible ending, one she never wanted anyone to witness, the corners of her eyes quivered.
“Hey, mister.”
Eva grabbed Solis by the collar as he closed in on Chloe, looking up at him with a sulky expression.
“You promised you wouldn't touch anyone who didn't want it, remember?”
“Tch. What a shame.”
“No means no. If you break your promises, I won't hang around with you anymore either.”
“Fine, fine, just let go. You're wrinkling my clothes.”
I-I'm saved.
Solis had been reaching his devil's hand toward Chloe—and Eva had stepped in to stop him.
Only when that creepy gaze slid off her did Chloe finally gasp in the breath she'd been holding, sagging with relief.
She hadn't wanted to be forced into mixing her body with that piece of trash. The moment the tension drained, so did the strength from her limbs.
So why does my chest hurt?
Chloe felt something boiling up inside her chest. A suffocating pressure she couldn't put into words like physical pain bore down on her.
And then, all at once, she understood the source of that ache.
“I wanted it to be Chloe, but too bad, I guess.”
“It's okay, mister. You've got me, after all.”
Mwah.
Eva pressed a kiss to Solis's cheek—the same smooth pink lips that had been layered over Chloe's moments ago now touched his rough, bronzed skin.
“Look at this. Touching Chloe got me all soaked. I try to calm myself down, but it just keeps burning down there—I can't take it.”
Her lingerie was drenched, the stains plainly visible. The deep black fabric that could have hidden any blemish was so thoroughly soaked through with moisture that it clung translucent against her skin beneath.
“I can't wait anymore. Hurry, hurry and let me have it.”
Chloe seized Solis by the shoulders and pleaded, writhing her legs around each other like someone desperate for the bathroom.
Solis shook his head at the sight of her.
“Eva, that's not how it goes. Didn't I teach you how to properly ask your partner for something?”
“Oh, right!”
At his reminder, Eva began undoing the clothes she wore. With practiced, untangling hands, she peeled each layer away one by one, boldly revealing herself exactly as she'd been born.
“There we go. All naked.”
Stepping out of the discarded pile of clothing, she stood there, starkness itself.
Her abundant breasts, too much for a single hand to hold, wobbled like soft jelly. Her pale pink nipples bounced like springs along with the sway of her chest.
Her smooth, hairless pussy dripped honey-thick nectar from between its folds. Her slender, flawless figure only drew every part of her body into sharper relief.
Eva, why would you...
Chloe's head rang as if struck by a hammer. This was the girl who avoided even the slightest contact with any man outside her household—yet she was baring her naked body to him, of all people.
It was an alien current of logic she couldn't follow with a normal mind, but an even greater shock was about to strike her.
“Now, we set the position... like so-o.”
Eva pressed her back against the bed. Spreading her legs wide, she parted the entrance of her sex with her fingers, baring the flesh pink as her nipples in full display, wearing a lewd smile.
“Please, mister, put your cock in my sloppy, slutty pussy—it's so full of anticipation it keeps drooling all over itself... ahh... it can't behave at all.”
Eva's voice quivered with excitement as she spoke, seducing the man with vulgar words like a streetwalker selling herself on a corner.
Solis stroked her head with one large hand.
“Already this good at everything I taught you? What a clever girl our Eva is.”
“Hehe.”
Eva grinned sheepishly under his hand like an eager puppy. Chloe stood speechless at the scene of pure happiness unfolding before her.
“Well then, I suppose our wonderful Eva deserves a reward.”
“Kyaa~!”
Solis undid his belt beneath her legs. Dragging down his loosened trousers and shedding his underwear, he revealed what he'd been hiding.
It was far too large to be called a cock. The thick, veined column of flesh stood tall enough to pierce the sky. Solis pressed its monstrous tip against the entrance of Eva's pussy.
“N-no, wai—!”
Chloe came to her senses too late and tried to stop him, but like a video with no way to turn it off, the scene kept playing without pause.
Splash!
“Uuugh!”
Solis flexed his hips and drove himself into her. Eva convulsed, letting out a moan closer to a scream.
There was no horrific tearing sound, no red blood symbolizing lost innocence spilling down. Despite his enormous size, Eva accepted him with ease.
As if she'd been doing this for ages. As if she were well accustomed to it.
“A masterpiece, honestly—every time I fuck you it feels brand new. Your grip's even tighter than last time, I swear.”
“That's... ngh, because you... hoo... pound me loose every... single day... mister...”
“Well then, I'll just have to keep working hard for the ever-growing Eva.”
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
Solis wore a satisfied expression as he snapped his hips again and again, ramming his cock into her cum-flooded depths over and over, driving her toward the edge.
Thwap, thwap, thwap!
“Be gentler for once—aaah!”
Eva's back arched like a bow, her ample breasts bouncing in rhythm. Even without pausing the motion of his hips, Solis reached out with his other rough hand and seized her swaying breast in a hard grip.
“Gentle my ass. You're the one who begged me to fuck you, and now you're asking for tenderness? Guess someone needs to be punished.”
“Aaaagh!”
Solis pinched her nipple between his fingers and squeezed brutally. He pulled it taut until it stretched like rubber, twisting it, and Eva shrieked and thrashed beneath him.
“Haaah, hoooh... oohgh! It hurts! It hurts too muuuch!”
Tears and snot smeared across her face, Eva whimpered pitifully for him to stop, pinned helplessly beneath a body that dwarfed her own, desperately begging for mercy.
But her pleas might as well have gone unheard—he kneaded her breasts savagely, like a sculptor reshaping clay with a clumsy hand. Thin veins rose to the surface as her fair skin flushed red.
“You're killing me! Seriously... ugh... ooooh... I'm gonna die!”
With those small, delicate hands, Eva desperately shoved at Solis—all while wearing an expression of bliss soaked in pleasure that no one would believe belonged to someone being tormented, drooling like an animal in heat.
“I'm getting close to my limit too, so how about we wrap this up?”
Thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap!
The pistoning picked up speed and broke into a full sprint. The bed groaned and shook violently under the fury of their coupling.
“Here it comes, so take it all properly.”
“Inside, aahh... hnn, pour it into me... ooh... cum... nngh, give it tooo me!”
Through the mangled syllables, Eva's longing came through loud and clear. Solis gripped her hips firmly and plunged his cock as deep as her body would allow.
Burrrt!
“Haaaang!”
With her climax, thick white fluid gushed and surged from the joined seam of pussy and cock. Eva, steeped in the afterglow of pleasure, lost consciousness—her tongue lolling out as she shivered and trembled.
“That was fun. Nothing beats toying with a broken woman, really.”
Solis stretched with a look of pure satisfaction, then shoved Eva aside—messed up beyond recognition—without so much as checking on her, discarding her like a used-up disposable product.
“And driving an ordinary woman to utter ruin? That's the finest flavor there is.”
Without warning, Solis's lecherous gaze landed on Chloe. That stare, crawling over her from head to toe with unhurried thoroughness, made her skin crawl.
“D-don't come near me!”
“Relax. You'll enjoy it just like that girl did. I'll make sure of it.”
Once again Solis's devilish hand stretched relentlessly toward Chloe. This time there was no friend left to help her. Cornered, trapped between advance and retreat, she was driven into a dead end with no way out.
Squeezing out the last of her strength, she screamed.
“STOOOOP!”
Crackle-boom!
Crash!
Her cry carried mana with it, sharpening into a blade that could cut through anything. A storm of mana swallowed the entire bedroom, churning the room and carving marks of destruction into every corner.
“Hahh... hah...”
Chloe gasped for breath and looked around. Sunlight filtered in through the shattered window. The room held her alone—no trace of another person anywhere.
“It was... a dream.”
The moment she realized that the vivid scene from moments ago had been nothing but her own delusion, every last ounce of strength drained from her body.
“Milady, what on earth—!”
“Were you attacked by someone? More importantly, are you hurt?”
Hearing the commotion, the maids of the estate rushed into the disheveled room. They looked at the wreckage and at Chloe, drenched in cold sweat, asking what had happened with worried eyes—but she gave no answer.
Instead, she carved one man's face into her heart.
Solis. I will kill you. Without fail.
It made no difference that it had been nothing more than a horrific fantasy she'd dreamed within a dream. She swore that she would erase the existence of that man—the one who had so filthyly defiled her feelings—down to his very soul.