Hero Academy (3-13): Lap Pillow Dreams
A sealed room.
In every practical sense, this place was no different from VR.
Unlike the ordinary school I used to attend, this empty classroom had no windows strung along the walls.
It was a completely enclosed space, designed to prevent anyone inside from locking eyes with someone outside and flushing red with embarrassment.
And inside that sealed room, I lay with my eyes closed, my head resting on Seong Sua's lap.
"Go on, sleep. Don't worry about me."
"This feels a little too improper…."
The moment I cracked my eyes open, Seong Sua covered them with her palm and scolded me.
"Hmm! Close your eyes and sleep."
The firm, solid feel of her thigh pressed against the back of my head; the soft warmth of her palm covered my face. She cradled me like a freshly made sandwich of soft white bread.
'I'm losing it…. This is way too good….'
The sensation of Seong Sua's thigh transmitted itself perfectly through the back of my skull.
I refused a few times at first, but she refused to let me go.
In the end I raised the white flag and settled for using her lap as a pillow.
'Still, Seong Sua's gotten bold all of a sudden.'
She was always bold to begin with.
'…'.
At least she wasn't calling her "sly" anymore.
I focused on Seong Sua's thigh again. But now that I was actually resting on it, sleep refused to come. Her body heat and the feel of her skin had already driven every last bit of drowsiness out of me.
Thirty minutes left until class.
Spending those thirty minutes doing nothing but soaking in her warmth and touch felt like a waste.
'Let's try Sleep and Dream Intrusion'.
You should be careful. Her anti-magic resistance is high. Unlike your previous targets, you will not be able to remain for long.
Armonia was right. Of every woman I'd used Dream Intrusion on so far, Seong Sua had the highest anti-magic resistance.
The one silver lining was the magic circle already in place.
'Well then… shall we?'
I quietly cast Sleep on Seong Sua, then immediately chained it into Dream Intrusion and slipped into her dream.
The dream I entered was a sight I knew well.
'Animal Village…. And night, at that…. But more importantly….'
The external scenery wasn't what mattered most right now.
My appearance was. I had taken on the child form I always used when logging into Animal Village.
'Because this is Seong Sua's dream, I guess.'
It was my first time entering her dream, so there was a spark of novelty — but also a touch of disappointment. I'd been hoping to glimpse her past.
This dream's a bust. Might as well just enjoy myself and leave.
Having decided there was no information to extract, I shifted my focus to figuring out exactly how Seong Sua felt about me. I was scanning the surroundings for her when she came walking toward me from a distance.
"Ah, Instructor Seong Sua— wait, wha—!"
She scooped me up the moment she reached me and pulled me into her arms.
"I've been looking everywhere for you~"
"I-I'm sorry…."
I'd only been asleep for a minute at most, but she greeted me as if she'd been searching for hours.
And because this was a dream, her behavior had no brakes.
When I was awake she usually kept a careful eye on the line; here she was pushing the physical affection even further than she did when I was sleeping.
Especially now — holding me up and hugging me without a shred of hesitation.
The result was that her entire chest pressed fully against me.
'Khh… holy hell…. She should hold me like this in real life too.'
Setting my personal feelings aside, her behavior was a green light. The romantic angle between us still felt a little thin, but the fact that the two of us shared a secret no one else knew — that was what mattered.
After nuzzling and cuddling me for a long while, she carried me into a room, still holding me close. Then she laid me down on the bed, smiled, and stretched out beside me.
"Alright. Time for you to sleep."
She stroked my hair, waiting for me to drift off.
'And what exactly are you planning to do once I'm out….'
Honestly, I considered faking sleep — but we were already inside a dream.
Coming all this way just to cuddle and call it a night didn't add up.
My mana was draining at a ferocious rate even as we spoke….
'Let's push a little harder. It's a dream, after all….'
With that thought, I smiled up at her and spoke.
"Instructor Seong Sua, shall I give you a massage today as well?"
"Oh my! Please do!"
The second the words left my mouth she flipped onto her stomach and got into position. She must have really liked it….
I climbed onto her back with my small body.
"Instructor, I was thinking of going a bit harder today. Is that alright?"
"Hehe… please do."
She was giving me the green light on everything.
It told me roughly how much she trusted me under normal circumstances. What I was about to do, though, was going to put that trust to the test.
'Alright, then….'
Still straddling her back, I began slowly kneading her shoulders. I started at the exact same intensity as a normal massage — nothing different from usual.
"Mmm… haah… nngh…."
She let out soft, contented sounds, and I could feel the tension melting out of her body.
I worked evenly across her shoulders and back, then asked,
"May I do some other areas as well?"
"Of course. Do as you like."
I immediately put on a sly smile and slid down until I was straddling her thighs.
"Nngh…?"
She made a puzzled sound but showed no sign of rejection. Filling my vision was the elegant curve of her backside.
Seong Sua's hips had a three-dimensional beauty that set them apart from other women — a perfectly shaped rear, a pelvis that swept down in a graceful arc.
That mature, refined ass was finally in my hands.
Soft….
"Hah…."
I freely kneaded the flesh that my small hands couldn't fully contain. Squeeze, squeeze….
"Nngh… haah…."
No cut. No stop. No protest.
'Good… let's ramp up the technique a little more.'
I gradually increased the intensity of my hand massage.
What had started as simply touching her ass expanded, my hands ranging over her pelvis and thighs as well.
"Haah! Nngh… hah!"
The critical thing was to keep her from rejecting my touch.
Even in a dream, not everything was permitted.
Cross the line too hard and my mana could be sucked dry in an instant, kicking me out. Slowly… I had to get her addicted to my hands.
"Hah… nngh! Nngh-haah!"
I could feel her body growing damp with sweat. Because this wasn't an actual game world, she was genuinely sweating. Hearing those sounds, I judged I could push further.
'Good… a little deeper.'
With that thought, I began working my fingers into the gap of her inner thighs.
The exposed space between them let my fingers through with ease.
Even the Seong Sua who had been so demure until now jolted the moment an outsider's fingers reached her most private place, and her thighs clenched tight.
"W-wait a moment… nngh! Hah!"
"Instructor, you need to relax your thighs…."
"Nngh! Haah! W-wait! Haaah!"
An ironic situation unfolded. The thighs that had allowed the intrusion now sealed themselves shut like a fortress wall. The problem was that my fingers were already inside — and her clamped thighs only pressed them more intimately against her sex.
"W-wait…. Haaah! Nngh!"
Even for me, forcing it from here felt risky.
Women place heavy weight on emotion; sometimes what happens in a dream bleeds into how they feel in reality.
Even if Seong Sua was a relatively rational person, there was a real chance the word "pervert" might start coloring her image of me in some corner of her mind.
But I had no intention of stopping.
'For now… let's give her a choice.'
Without pausing my movements, I asked her,
"Instructor Seong Sua, does the massage feel bad?"
It was a deliberately ambiguous phrasing.
What I was doing was, technically, still part of a massage — but only barely.
I climbed onto her back, worked her shoulders, massaged her spine, then moved on to her thighs, pelvis, and ass.
Through all of it she had never properly shown any rejection.
More than that, her moans had been continuously broadcasting her pleasure to me.
Between gasps, she answered honestly.
"N-no… haah! It feels good!"
"That's a relief. I was worried I might be making you uncomfortable."
"I-it's nothing like that. Instructor Sung Suho… haaah! It feels good!"
"Then I'll continue."
"Nngh… okay…."
Permission, from her own mouth. Instinctively she must have felt that this shouldn't be happening. But this was a dream, and the one holding the reins was me — so she was being pulled along.
I smiled that same sly smile and resumed the massage.
"Haah! Nngh! Haaah! Haaahngh!"
The strength in her body began migrating upward.
The thighs that had been clenched a moment ago started to loosen; instead, her arms tensed as her hands fisted the blanket.
But there was a problem.
'This skirt is seriously getting in the way….'
I wanted nothing more than to flip it up and peel her underwear straight off, but yanking a skirt up without a word would be an instant out.
Still working her through the fabric, I asked again — once more with deliberately double-edged wording.
"Instructor Seong Sua, may I move something that's getting in the way of the massage?"
"Haaah! G-go ahead. Move it! Haah!"
Dreams really were convenient.
Grinning ear to ear, I lifted her skirt. She startled and twisted her head sideways to stare at me with wide rabbit eyes — but for all the shock in her gaze, she exercised no right of refusal.
"Haah… haah…."
I looked beneath her skirt and could only marvel.
'Khh… one day I'll see this in the real world too, right?'
I drank in the sight of the space between her legs that she had always kept so carefully hidden. Her full thighs were parted just enough that my eyes recorded the state of her underwear at high speed.
Plain white fabric, no patterns, no decoration of any kind.
Yet, to my eyes right then, it was the most splendid, beautiful pair of underwear in the world.
The only ornament on Seong Sua's underwear was the heat it was giving off. She was wet.
I began slowly rubbing that damp spot with my fingers.
"Haah! Haaaah! Nngh!"
The difference between two layers and one was the difference between heaven and earth.
The thick fabric of her skirt had been like the atmosphere wrapping the planet — a barrier keeping out external hazards.
That skirt had been breached by my hands and was now bunched up around her waist.
The wet patch on her underwear kept spreading.
"Nngh! Haaaah! Haaahngh!"
The more of her fluids coated my fingers, the hotter the spark of pleasure flared in my own chest. And then the moment of decision arrived.
Go further? Or stop?
Judging by the atmosphere, I was confident I could peel off one more layer. But I shook my head and refocused on my fingers.
'No. This much is enough for now.'
Getting carried away myself and pushing further risked planting nothing but rejection. To eat the finest meal, you also had to know how to wait.
"Haah! Haaah! Nngh!"
"Then… I'll finish up."
I sped up my fingers. They were already so slick with her fluids that there was no friction left against the fabric.
Her underwear was soaked through and completely translucent; the soft pink folds visible through the cloth fluttered under every stroke of my caress.
"Haaaah! Haah! Haaaaaaaaah!"
Still lying face-down, Seong Sua's moans grew louder and louder — until at last she lifted her upper body and showed me the full picture of her climax.
"Haaahn!"
The moment she woke, a moan slipped out of her. What was truly impressive was that even then, she held her kneeling posture without the slightest collapse.
If she'd so much as shifted with that sound, my head would have been dumped straight onto the floor.
I put on a startled face and asked her,
"Instructor Seong Sua, are you hurt? Ah — is it your legs because of me…?"
"N-no! I-I'm sorry. I need a moment—!"
Confirming that I was awake, she scrambled up and bolted somewhere in a flustered rush. I scratched my head as I watched her go.
"…Class is about to start. Hope she'll be alright."