No Dick for You
I absolutely wasn't going to give her my dick.
In my previous world, I'd been the guy slinging street food or mixing simple cocktails at a bar.
So yeah, I was pretty used to cooking... but still.
To think I'd end up living a similar life here!
My daily routine went like this.
Wake up at 7 p.m., prep the ingredients I'd bought the day before, marinate the meat.
By the time I finished, it was around 10. Load it all onto the cart and head to the Werewolf District.
Arrive around 11, start selling. The popularity meant business wrapped up quick, which was a small mercy.
At 1 a.m., pack up the cart and get ready to head home.
Once back, rough wash-up, prep ingredients until 5 a.m.... then off to Morgana's bar to mix cocktails.
This is fucking insane.
It felt almost no different from my past life.
Of course, this life's big upgrade was all the sex.
Ugh... at this rate, my body's not gonna hold up.
If I hadn't been siphoning essence from Rasca now and then, I'd have collapsed from exhaustion ages ago.
Days were that grueling...
Gotta topple Rasca for real soon. Otherwise, my body won't last.
More precisely, my mind wouldn't.
I was born with a body that didn't feel fatigue. But overuse beyond absorbed essence made my mind overheat—I could feel it.
So my body craved way more essence than usual. To get it, I invaded Rasca's dream.
"Nngh, ahh...!"
Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish.
Finger-fucking her pussy was second nature now. In contrast, Rasca's reactions grew more intense with every session.
Was all that repeated pleasure wearing down her resistance?
"Nngaaah...!"
A few thrusts, and pussy juice gushed out, soaking everything. So much it drenched my fingers.
"Bad habits, huh? Who said you could squirt all over like that?"
"Nngh, aaahh...!"
"Can't even speak properly now. Even for a dumb bitch, this is a new low."
"Haaah!"
"Then again, a dog's only as smart as a border collie, right? Like, 8-year-old level?"
Squuuish, squuuish.
Her climax left her utterly spent, so I pressed her abs with my foot.
Like squeezing out the last of a lotion bottle, the leftover fluids squirted out.
Now that was a sight. Even if it was just a dream, seeing the werewolf boss completely broken was delicious.
Absorbing essence...
Skill points acquired!
Select a skill to level up.
Absorbing with my foot worked too? Huh, neat. Lesson learned.
I'll level this one up.
I considered stacking another Marking, but better to upgrade skills in sequence. No urgent need for more marking anyway.
├─ Tier 1:[Base ability] ✓
├─ Tier 2:[Enhanced ability] ✓
└─ Tier 3:Lewd Dream (Lv.3) — UNLOCKED ★
Training in dreams now carries over to reality. Stronger dominance, absorbs more essence.
Each level made me feel stronger. Sexually stronger, not physically.
'Training in dreams carries to reality'? What does that even mean?
Vague description left me puzzled. Did it mean the more I fucked and trained her, the easier she got to handle?
Whatever. Time to test it.
"Rasca, know what this is?"
I proudly grabbed my dick and shook it at her. The long, thick shaft swayed.
"Dick..."
"Right, a dick. Know what it's for?"
Her eyes locked on it, pupils tracking left and right as it swung.
Savoring the superiority, I pressed it against her thigh.
"Answer me. What do you use it for?"
"F-for mating."
"More precisely?"
"For making babies with mating..."
"Explanation's right, but the details are off."
I edged my dick closer to her tight entrance. One more inch, and it'd slide right in.
The hard press against her thigh made her bite her lip, body shuddering.
"Even a dumb bitch like you knows dicks have uses beyond just mating, right? Spill it."
"...Y-you want me to say it?"
"Good."
Still some shame left. Not fully obedient yet.
"That's it for today."
"...What?"
"Hate dishonest people most. So no dick for you."
Oh, and no more memory wipes from now on.
With Marking leveled, she couldn't harm me anyway.
Wonder what reaction she'd show in reality.
"...Wha—?!"
Rasca jolted awake, panting hard as she clutched her chest.
Her body heated up. Ears drooped, tail stiffened.
Her toned legs stretched out, quivering from the delayed pleasure wave...
That imp!
Amid the pleasure flooding her body, she recalled the dream face: the sandwich vendor.
Why the hell was that guy in my dream? No way...!
The dream ecstasy hit her real body full force. She hugged her shoulders, curling up.
Heart pounding. Drool dripped from her mouth, staining the sheets.
And not just drool—love juices from between her pale, firm, long legs soaked the bed too.
"Boss? Boss!"
"Wh-what?! Don't come in without permission!"
"S-sorry. The sandwich imp's here. Go now or you won't eat."
"Yeah... uh, stomach's off today."
Last thing Rasca wanted was seeing Asmodeus's face. That embarrassing dream...
Her face flushed beet red.
"Huh? Boss skipping meals? World ending or what."
"Shut it."
"Got it. Sandwich's mine then!"
At those words, an inexplicable thirst hit Rasca. She chugged bedside water, but it lingered.
Body went limp. Head throbbed sharply.
Thirst eased a bit, but her mind fogged.
"Wait. Coming out soon."
Rasca threw on her soaked panties, yanked up pants, and stumbled outside.
The dizzying scent hit her nose... enough to blow her mind.
"Lady Rasca?"
"Ngh...!"
Seeing the dream imp, she moaned involuntarily. Legs wobbling.
"You're late. Sandwiches sold out already."
Like lightning struck. She'd endured the shame to come... and none left?
"What? Just a bit late and it's gone? That make sense?!"
"Sorry, extra customers today. Sold out in 10 minutes."
"Fuck... I said save mine."
"Uh... too popular."
This lunatic! Resentment surged at the small, fragile imp.
Looks like he'd shatter if touched—how dare he? Rasca ground her teeth.
Nothing special in reality!
So short. A nudge and she'd crush him.
But dream imp was different.
Like her master... toppling and toying with her. Reduced to a bitch in heat.
Damn...
Thinking it made her thighs tingle.
Drip, drip—juices flowed. She crossed her legs tight to endure.
"Mm... no full ones left, but some fillings. Want 'em?"
"You telling me to eat scraps?"
"Suit yourself."
Her words bit, but face burned. In the end, Rasca...
"Fine, gimme that."
Hooked hard on the sandwiches, she spooned up the fillings.
Too damn good. Perfect...