The Morning After the Succubus’s Dream
During the time he spent dreaming, she had to become his semen-receptacle several more times. Each time, her expression remained the same. At first, a startled jolt, followed by the thrilling, electric fear that surged as his softening member began to swell once more. Then, as his hips began to move—slowly, like an amusement park ride just starting its engine—she would cling to him, eyes squeezed shut, letting out soft, nasal whimpers.
“Ngh...♥ How much... are you... going to... put inside me... like this...♥”
A sense of fullness, satisfaction, happiness, excitement, thrill, and possessiveness dominated her brain all at once. She teetered on the edge of fainting, only to be pulled back, over and over again. However, near the end, hearing him mumble in his sleep with a slightly louder voice made the lingering afterglow of her climax fade just a little.
“Ms. Arin... no... don’t... you go home too...”
Who is this bitch? Again...!
Seeing him look as if he were about to wake up, she scrambled to pull her feet out from under the covers. So what if they get stretched out? I can just buy a new pair with the money I made from the stocks, she thought. After struggling to free one foot, she slowly wiggled her hips to free the other with her still-bound hands. Her wrists were so difficult to untie that she had to twist them repeatedly to get one hand free first.
Finally, she gathered the neckties, tossed the clothes soaked in her own fluids into a basket, and left the bedsheets as they were—there was nothing she could do about them. Lastly, she grabbed the phone she had used for filming the previous day. Realizing the battery was dead, she quickly plugged it into the charger in the master bedroom and covered it up. Why hide it? It’s embarrassing, it’s shameful... It seems like he only acts like this when he’s drunk. If I don’t have him, I’ll just watch the video and masturbate... my own... an AV that only I can see, something like that...♥ She feared that if he saw such a sight, he would be shocked and run away from her. Even so, she felt it was fine to let him know they had been intimate.
After freeing herself from the restraints, she slowly lowered her hips onto his abdomen and waited for him to wake up. This was a position she still favored. Then, she gently guided his still-large member back into her feminine depths and waited.
“....”
As he slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a woman with hair matted by sweat, looking down at him with a bright, beaming smile, asking if he had just woken up. He recognized who it was, and his expression hardened.
“...Hey, what are you doing? Seriously. Get off. First thing in the morning, damn...”
He seemed about to curse, which made her flinch. Does he still have energy left because he drank so much? she wondered. The chemical knowledge that the alcohol should have been fully metabolized by his liver by this hour was hard for her to grasp, as she had only ever learned letters, grammar, and rhetoric. But seeing him stop mid-curse, she realized, Ah, he’s awake. She found her smile again, full of vitality.
“Did you sleep well... Master?”
“I told you to get off.”
“...But, I couldn’t get off...”
She began to act flustered and embarrassed. It wasn’t that she wasn’t truly ashamed, but she pretended to be even more embarrassed than she actually was.
“...While you were sleeping, Master, you grabbed me and... put so much inside...”
Then, she shifted her hips slightly to make him feel that his member was still joined within her body. His brow twitched, and he wore a pained expression.
“Hey! Seo Jia, are you not getting off? You, you did this...”
“No, Master... ....”
She then slightly parted her legs, showing him the slick, joined area in all its graphic detail. She placed one hand softly on his abdomen and spoke with a suggestive, trailing voice, her expression intoxicating. Like a female cat, just as ‘someone’ had said, she tried to seduce him.
“Master, aren’t you curious?”
“I’m curious what time it is, so if you don’t get off right now...”
“How much... you ejaculated and spilled inside me... while you were sleeping... Hehe, right?”
If it had just been an act of insertion, he might have judged it as her own intent, but the way the word ‘ejaculated’ rolled off her red lips in a soft, languid voice made him think it could only have been possible through ‘his’ own intent.
“You were at your most masculine, not considering me at all... so much...”
“What kind of dream were you having...”
Slowly, he began to recall his dream. In a pitch-black space filled with countless puzzles, he had begun to pick them up and fit them together. Tracing back from the very last piece, he saw the image of the pregnant slave bitch Seo Jia, and he couldn’t help but gasp in horror, clamping his hand tightly over his mouth.
“What kind of dream was it? I’m glad you felt good...”
“I felt good, too....♡”
“You got so big, ngh, even now...♡ Here, it’s so bulging, and you were thrusting your hips so hard... haah, it was electric...♡”
Seeing a woman with wet hair and a white neck exposed, her breasts heaving, her nipples erect, her waist slender, her pelvis voluptuous, and her abdomen without a single ounce of fat, all while she took him in and moaned—what man wouldn’t get an erection? As he felt his own ‘other self’ growing again, he groaned, the dream continuing to flood back into his memory. Meanwhile, her plan to further his confusion was working. With a smile as sex-crazed as a succubus, she leaned down and whispered into his ear.
“Excuse me, Master.”
She left a hickey on his neck. She looked up at him, watching him flinch, then left two more marks before looking at him and speaking.
“Hoo... smack, mmm... I love it... The smell of your sweat, Master, it’s so stimulating... I can’t help but tighten around you...”
“Seo Jia. It’s not Saturday. It’s Friday. Get off....”
“Still, aren’t you curious?”
As if to say, What are you talking about? and I don’t want to hear it, he pushed gently against her collarbone. Yet, she didn’t budge. He had told her she should just thrust her hips, but the modified Seo Jia felt that as a reward. If he did that, she would probably pounce on him again... and he would be even later for work. Thinking this, he could only push her away little by little; he couldn’t do anything else. He kept it a secret that his ex-wife was so stimulating he couldn’t bring himself to touch her properly.
“Master, how much you spilled...”
“...”
“Aren’t you curious how much holy water will flow out if I pull this out?”
With that, she gave a faint smile and slowly, putting strength into the hand resting on his lower abdomen, she lifted her hips. His long member slid out with a wet, squelching sound. It was as if it had finished its job, telling him that he had successfully impregnated this female before him. A moment later, from between her pulsing folds, a white, clotted mass of fluid plopped out—once, then again, plop. Then, the fluid that had been blocked by the clots began to flow out in a steady stream for quite a while, as if she were relieving herself. She showed it to him, her cheeks flushing even redder from the graphic nature of it, and she glanced at him slightly—
“...Huuu...♡ H-how is it...?”
“....”
“While you were sleeping, this much...”
Of course, she didn’t mention that they had done it the day before. Well, it was all the same; there was plenty this morning, too.
“If I hadn’t had the procedure, this much... I think I would have definitely... conceived your baby, Master...♡”
Seeing that, he held back, told her coldly to get off because he had to go to work, and praised himself for how well he handled it, ruminating on her disappointed expression.
“Whatever happened, you overcame it. That’s enough.”
It didn’t seem like the time to be thinking about her current state. They were strange dreams. Seo Jia was pregnant, the house had moved, and even a new secretary he didn’t know claimed to be carrying his baby and asked him to go to the hospital. Then, a woman who spewed curses but confessed she couldn’t escape him. And finally... he had woken up after hearing just one sentence.
Without realizing it, he had taken those dreams too seriously. It was something that always happened whenever he dreamed, but last night’s dream was even more so. While showering, he recalled the contents of the dream and pressed his head against the cold water to cool his fever.
“....Have a safe trip.”
His wife—no, his ex-wife, his ex-wife... his ex-wife who was a bitch—was seeing him off to work, handing him his briefcase. It was a strange relationship. He glanced at her, feeling something peculiar, and thought about saying something, but gave up. Thinking he should just hurry to work, he pressed the elevator button and called his driver.
“I apologize. I overslept. You must have been waiting a long time.”
“Oh, I’m fine. I’m on my way to pick you up now.”
“Thank you. I’m so sorry...”
“It’s alright. I’ve already reported it to the Business Management Control Director. He said to take your time.”
He went down to the first floor, set his briefcase down by the piloti, and felt a migraine coming on from the sheer volume of events that had occurred in such a short time.
‘I should stop by a pharmacy on the way...’