Invading the Werewolf Boss's Dream
The massive city of Terranium. Population around seven million. Size-wise... probably about the same as New York, give or take.
Security's shit. Even accounting for the fact that I live in the slums, it's not normal to have armed robbers prowling every night.
Surprisingly, this huge city was packed with beastkin races you wouldn't see back on Earth.
A tall woman with waist-length blonde hair, snake-like eyes, and massive goat horns appeared on the TV screen.
This was the queen who ruled Terranium—or king, whatever. She'd been hogging the mayor's seat for over 200 years, so yeah, basically royalty. The title was just for show.
Dragonkin usually end up as politicians, huh.
The power structure in this city was divided by species.
Not that weird if you think about how Earth had groups split by race. Dragonkin dominated politics with their long lifespans, insane wealth, and overwhelming innate power.
Regular humans wouldn't stand a chance.
It was wild how career paths were so rigidly determined by species traits. Like telling a Black kid they could only be a rapper or basketball player instead of a lawyer.
Did that mean dragonkin were forced into jobs they hated from birth? Kinda pitiful.
...An incubus pitying pampered dragonkin? What a joke.
Thinking about it, at least dragonkin had defined paths. For lust demons like me—incubi and succubi—we were at the absolute bottom of the underclass.
Without help from other races, survival was impossible, which made it even worse. Typical careers? Top whores in brothels. Anything less, and you didn't make it.
I'll never live like that...
Incubi lives were miserable. Most died from STDs or drug overdoses. Low numbers, short lifespans—extinction loomed. Average lifespan: 33 years. That horrifying stat felt like a preview of my future.
But I had a power no other incubus possessed.
Invading Rasca Slovenia's dream.
Some races could absorb mana from the air for special magic. Incubi specialized in sex-related spells.
But invading someone else's dream? Seemed unique to me.
"Yaaawn..."
Anyway, slipping into Rasca's dream, there she was on the sofa—the woman from TV. Pretty mundane dream: munching pizza, watching TV.
"Fuck, why's my body feel so heavy? Huh? What the hell are you?"
"Ack."
I'd been watching quietly when our eyes met.
Uh, um... so what now? I could invade dreams, but controlling her? No clue.
"Fuckin' incubus? Hey! You dumb shits! Wanna lose all your tail fur!? How the hell did you let an incubus sneak in?!"
Shit, I'm screwed. One swing of her arm, and my tiny head would explode.
TIP: In dreams, you're immune to physical damage by default.
But actions that increase the female's resistance can weaken your dominance.
As the helpful tooltip popped up, Rasca raised her fist and smashed it into me.
"Whoa!" "What the—?!"
In reality, I'd be puking blood and flying meters back. But here? Nothing. Her fist passed right through me. Like I was smoke.
"Fuuuuck...! You little shit, daring to toy with me!"
"Oh, so that's how it works."
I'd panicked for nothing. Kicks, punches—nothing landed.
"Hah, huff huff... What the hell are you?! Why won't you take a hit?!"
I waited till her strength flagged, then moved in. Close enough to see her sweat-slick white skin, I grabbed her tits.
"You bast—!"
Instant violent reaction. Eyes screaming murder. Scary as hell... but knowing she couldn't touch me made me bolder.
"Sit." "What?" "I said sit. You're too damn tall; I can't reach your tits properly." "You horny demon, talking shit like that? I'll rip your head off and hang it on the wall."
Strong body, dumb brain. Even after seeing her hits fail, she thrashed wildly. Drained her stamina faster. Now I could grope both tits freely.
"This is... for real..."
Soft flesh wrapped around my hands. Huge tits, fitting her height. Or maybe a beastkin thing. Anyway, Rasca's rack was massive—one hand couldn't cover it.
"Ignoring me? I said don't touch!" "You ignored me first, so why should I listen?" "What the fuck?! That's bullshit!" "I told you to sit 'cause your tits are hard to reach. You ignored me. So now I ignore you."
Yeah, even I knew that logic was twisted. But this dumb werewolf bought it.
"Acting all smart with wordplay...!"
After kneading a while, sweat soaked her shirt, turning it sheer. Black bra visible. Gang boss wears lingerie? Figured her rough personality skipped that. Stared a bit, then slipped my hand inside.
"You little fuck...! Ah?"
Bare tit felt way softer than over clothes. Her reactions livelier too. Pinching her now-hard nipple made her huge body shudder.
"Not... there! I said don't!"
She shoved in rage, but violence meant her hands passed through, flailing air.
"No learning curve, huh." "Shu-shut up! Ngh? Nnngh..."
Nipples were weak spots? Focusing there drew moans from her lips.
Lewd Dream level up!
LV.1 → LV.2
Current maximum level reached.
Dominance strengthened.
Hunger faded, mind filled with satisfaction. Sex acts absorb essence—even tit groping filled me up.
Still a ways to go.
Felt like a lot, but not full yet.
"You little shit, I'll kill you. Hn... hnn?! Aaah! You fucking—! Aaaang!?"
Hard pinch on her nipple, and her body toppled backward. Perfect—I mounted her.
"Finally listening? Dogs are cute when they obey." "You see me... as a mutt?" "Obviously."
Dominance felt way stronger. Could do things before impossible: pinned her arms overhead, yanked tits out for full access.
TIP: Grow dominance for varied sexual acts.
Break the female down more!
Makes sense. Couldn't go straight to fucking without enough influence. Build it gradually. Roughly squeezed her sweat-drenched bare tits, pressing on.
The female will soon wake from the dream.
...Huh? Time limit?
Not as omnipotent as I thought!
Planned to fuck her tonight. Guess not. Time to bail.
Leave the dream in her memory?
If remembered, she'll recognize your face in reality and attack immediately.
But influence spreads much faster. Very fast...
Pulling hands from her tits, another message appeared.
"I'll kill you! Your family, friends, even your pet dog—I'll rip 'em all apart!"
Can't make her remember at this stage...
Werewolf District was close to my place. She'd find me easy if she remembered.
"Hey! You hear me?! Answer!" "Woof." "...W-what? Woof?! You just called me woof, you tiny-dicked fuck?!"
She looks like a dog. Woof it is.
"Play again next time. I'll bring a collar."
Someday, I'd leash this bitch and walk her. Definitely.