Hoaran's Shamanism Lesson (3)
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a massive pair of tits.
If not for Hoaran's face barely visible beyond those enormous mounds, I might've wondered what the hell was going on. But thanks to that, I could tell exactly what position I was in.
And the identity of that soft sensation brushing my head in the dream—it was still there now, plump and yielding against the back of my skull.
Hoaran's thigh.
I was lying there with my head pillowed on her thigh.
A lap pillow. That's what they call it—the kind of position that makes your face burn just thinking about it.
But I had no time to savor the feel of Hoaran's thigh or bask in the thrill of my first-ever lap pillow.
Because the face I met when I opened my eyes was flushed beet red.
"......"
"......"
Her soft thigh, and then the warm, soaked dampness of my underwear that I could still feel now. No way I could open my mouth with that going on.
Judging by Hoaran's crimson face, I couldn't even pretend she hadn't noticed.
Hell, no point pretending anyway.
My dick was still rock-hard, after all. What was there to say?
Should I blame the sheer stamina of my cock for not going soft even after a wet dream?
Fuck...
Life.
This was one of those moments where I desperately wanted to kill myself.
The awkward silence dragged on, even after our eyes met, neither of us willing to speak first.
Finally, Hoaran broke it.
"...Y-you're awake?"
"Yeah..."
Another silence stretched out, and I felt like I was plummeting straight to hell in real time.
It was fucking devastating.
Waking up from a wet dream alone is embarrassing enough you can't even put it into words, but doing it right in front of someone? There was no way to describe the humiliation other than utter devastation.
And my dick refusing to go down in the middle of all this? Total bullshit.
Though it was a dick move.
Anyway...
I couldn't even muster the thanks I owed her in the first place. We were both clueless about what to say, too awkward to look away or turn our heads—doing that would just make the atmosphere even more excruciating. So we just stared at each other.
In the end, Hoaran spoke again.
"D-don't worry about it too much. This lady is completely unfazed. Isn't it a natural thing for a young man? If anything, Hanjo, it's proof you're healthy, so..."
Her words felt like genuine concern, so kind it almost brought tears to my eyes.
Even as she kept stealing glances at my dick, which was embarrassing as fuck.
Fuck.
When the hell was this thing going to go down?
Anyway...
She had a point. It wasn't like I'd done it on purpose, just sitting here like this. Sure, the dream that triggered it featured Hoaran a bit, so there was some guilt there, but the main star was Lilith anyway.
Right now, though, I had to swallow my shame and do what needed doing.
"Um..."
"Ah, th-this... D-don't misunderstand. This lady wasn't peeking or anything..."
"Nah, that's fine. I'm used to it."
The situation was embarrassing, sure, but having a boner wasn't some huge deal for me.
If it were, I couldn't have made it as a dispenser.
Hell, I'd had clients ask me to masturbate while they came—way weirder shit than this.
So there wasn't much shame left at this point.
The context was a little different now, but whatever.
Anyway, priorities.
"Sorry, but... could I get some spare clothes and a place to wash up?"
I needed to deal with the sticky mess first.
I grabbed the clothes Hoaran had given me and headed to the nearby lake she'd mentioned.
"Whoa..."
The lake was small, with crystal-clear water flowing through it. You could see tiny fish darting around, and even some animals coming to drink.
They tilted their heads at me curiously instead of fleeing, like something out of a fairy tale. Made me wonder if I should really be bathing here, but the urge to clean up won out.
I stripped off my sweat- and blood-soaked rags and jumped in.
Part of me felt bad for polluting their drinking water, but oh well.
I decided against washing the clothes, though.
They were torn to shreds anyway—trash at this point. And washing my cum-soaked underwear in a pristine spot like this? No fucking way.
I'll toss 'em when I get home.
Splash. As soon as I dipped into the water, the animals scattered.
Even animals staring you down feels weird, so that was a relief.
Anyway, as I was washing...
"What the fuck? Seriously, why?"
I had to tilt my head at my dick, still refusing to go soft.
Yeah, it'd been lasting longer lately than before, but not this long.
"Eh... it'll go down soon enough."
Figured it was no big deal, so I finished scrubbing up and changed into Hoaran's clothes.
They were like dobok training robes, similar to what she wore.
Makes sense, since she gave them to me.
The problem was the fabric—silky smooth and thin, so thin my dick was basically visible through it.
If it weren't hard, no issue, but with this stubborn erection, it was tenting the front like a goddamn flagpole.
Lucky the fit was loose, or it'd be a disaster.
My old jeans were better for hiding it. Thick denim doesn't show even my monster cock that much. But I couldn't wear those bloodstained, torn-up rags again without washing.
"...Just wear it."
It'll go down soon anyway.
I finished dressing and cinched the belt—belt or sash, whatever—tight around my waist.
"Hm. Not bad."
Checking my reflection in the lake, I looked pretty decent.
The outfit gave me a proper shaman vibe. Slap a talisman in my hand, and I'd look legit.
If not for the dick.
Seriously, why won't it go down?
I'd waited for it to soften before heading back, but no dice.
What the hell?
Did something go wrong with it?
Come to think of it, I'd read somewhere that nonstop erections can lead to necrosis or some shit.
Guys overdosing on ED meds, erections lasting hours, dick dies and has to get amputated. Horrifying stuff.
No.
Fuck?
It's been at least an hour by my count since I woke up, washed, whatever—and still hard.
What if I leave it like this and something bad happens?
Self-esteem be damned, but without this thing, I couldn't even get a job to survive.
Dispenser was the best gig I'd scraped together.
If I lose that too...
"...No way!"
It'd be a nightmare future.
Sure, I'd saved some cash the last few weeks—no more belt-tightening starvation for a bit. But that'd only last so long before I was back to square one.
Worse...
I couldn't work as a dispenser anymore? The contract with Lilith breaks.
Then I'm no longer her adopted son or heir.
Just the old Kang Hanjo.
Orphan trash with nothing.
Fucked.
Not yet, but...
Just the thought had cold sweat pouring down.
What if it stays hard and actually necrotizes?
My vision went dark just imagining it.
I had to do something.
Anything.
To kill the boner, I tried old tricks: reciting the national anthem in my head, dredging up shitty memories, even picturing that bitch or the orphanage director's ugly mug.
But this fucking cock wouldn't soften.
Fuck, I was really screwed.
I'd pulled out the nuclear option—orphanage director's face, erection-killer extraordinaire—and still nothing. Something was definitely wrong with my body.
Otherwise, thinking of that hag should've killed it instantly.
Last resort...
"...One jerk-off should fix it."
Best way to end an erection? Bust a nut, hands down.
I'd been holding back because of the location, but with castration on the table? Fuck it.
Untied the sash, dropped trou, and my raging hard-on sprang free.
"Been a while."
Hadn't jerked off lately.
More precisely, hadn't done it purely for myself.
The extraction chamber stuff kinda counts as masturbation, I guess.
Thinking back, maybe that's why.
Should've drained my balls dry with some bookings, but that bitch stopped me.
Never thought it'd build up and cause a wet dream overnight, but actually, I'd been going nonstop without buildup—crazy that I was fine even then.
Ten full loads a day, every day, and ready for ten more the next.
Bottomless semen supply or some shit.
Great for a dispenser, but I never thought about what happens when you can't cum.
One day off, and it's overflowing. Good or bad?
Level Drain effect?
Or Gift?
Checked my abdomen on a whim—the pattern was nearly full.
Level up soon.
Maybe next time I'd hit it, if not for that bitch.
"Alright."
I'll jerk to that bitch.
Recalling her deeds might make me soft, but it was staying hard anyway. If it killed the mood, fine by me.
She was a man-eating monster, but pretty enough looks-wise. Not impossible.
Anyway, pictured the bitch as jerk-off bait.
The white-haired woman looking down at me, her white panties, the garter belt on her thigh. Started stroking.
And that's when I realized.
The extraction chamber onaholes? Fucking god-tier.
Those disposable ones stocked by the dozens everywhere. Didn't appreciate it at the time.
But jerking by hand? My hand might as well be a frog.
Zero sensation.
My cock, tempered by fucking 40+ non-humans, was too tough now.
Shaking it hard as I could, no way I'd cum like this.
No wonder—last few weeks, it'd been cumming freely in tight non-human pussies.
No human hand could compete now.
And no succubus porn vids from the chambers either.
With just the bitch as fantasy fuel? Even worse.
This wasn't working.
"Shit..."
If I get caught, I'm done for.
Even thinking that, I stood awkwardly, dick in hand, and rummaged through my discarded pants pocket.
"Here it is."
Somehow still in there.
It nagged at me at the end, but laundry before getting caught should be fine.
Wrapped Lilith's panties around my cock and started stroking again.
Switched fantasy to dream-Lilith right before the wet dream.
Twitch...
Finally, a reaction.
This dick had expensive tastes, fuck.
Where'd that easy-to-please loser cock go?
Anyway, stroking with Lilith's panties felt real now.
Still gonna take forever, probably.
But one thing was clear.
No going back to normal human girls for me.
Way better than the numb nothing before, so I pumped faster.
"Hoo... ha..."
Slap slap slap slap...
How long had I been jerking to the dream—my cock piercing Lilith's tight pussy?
Finally, the buildup hit.
About time.
Arm was gonna fall off, but I'd cum before then.
"Hah."
Sighed in relief, sped up for the finish—
Rustle.
"You're taking too long. Hanjo, is something wrong?"
Wasn't before.
Now there is.
Tried to stop too late—momentum wouldn't let me.
Splurt...! Splurt...!
I'd only ever cum in pussies, onaholes, or mouths during blowjobs. Seeing it shoot raw like this? Way more intense than I remembered.
"That smell..."
She muttered, emerging from bushes far enough away—but the semen reached her anyway.
Drip. Cum splattered on Hoaran's face, tits, clothes.
She stared at my twitching, spurting cock, then her own cum-splashed self, face blank.
And I knew.
I was fucked.