Welcome to the New Recruit
If ordinary woman-on-top sex was like riding a pony, then what she was doing now felt like driving a heavenly steed at full gallop for a thousand miles.
Of course, with that much force behind it, the stimulation was vicious. It was enough to make me wonder if something wasn’t going to get ripped clean out instead of simply breaking.
I didn’t think I’d last even a few minutes like this, so in the end I grabbed her hips, stopped her movement, and flipped us over so I could take control instead.
Thankfully, she didn’t stop me. Maybe she’d already gotten her fill from that brutally aggressive ride.
Holding one of her legs, I shifted into a side-lying position and drove into her harder.
"Hhngh! Ahh! Haah! Aah! Y-yes! More. Deeper. Ahhhn!"
I tried to hold out a little longer, but I was already at my limit, and before long the end came crashing down on me.
I lay down beside her, grabbed the bend of one knee, lifted it high, and launched into a final sprint.
"Haaah! Ah! Ah! Aah! Haaah! Ngh! Ah! It’s c-coming! It’s coming! Hk! Ahh! Ah!"
Each time I drove my hips forward, those huge cries kept bursting out of her, and I shoved myself in as hard as I could, determined to reach her womb at the very last moment.
"Hhaaaah!"
And then the endless flood of climax hit me.
With a wet, throbbing pulse, an enormous amount of semen poured into her vagina. It was less than with the succubus form, but even so, the amount spilling out of me made me wonder if this was really normal.
As if wanting the semen to travel even deeper, farther inside, I kept jerking my hips even while I was climaxing, and only when the release was completely over did I finally stop moving.
"Huff... huff..."
Breathing as hard as if I’d sprinted a hundred meters at full speed, I finally pulled my member out of her.
At once, a gush of sticky white liquid spilled from between her legs.
She knelt there, folded forward and panting, staring at the semen streaming down between her thighs. I, too, panted rough breaths as I took in the masterpiece I’d just made.
"Before, didn’t you absorb everything no matter how much you poured in?"
"Ahh... back then I was a succubus."
"So your abilities change depending on the form, then."
"If I’m going to do it anyway... hhk... I ought to do it properly."
She rolled onto her back. Then, still trembling with the aftershocks of climax, her body shook and quivered as though the pleasure hadn’t entirely left her yet.
"Haa... haa..."
Lying quietly beside her, I stroked the skin that was still flushed hot, and every touch sent her twitching as if she’d been jolted by electricity.
At this point, it was almost enough to make me think this was too good.
It took her a long while before she finally caught her breath and came back to her senses.
"Phew. I suppose this vulgar outfit aroused me more than I realized, since it was my first time wearing it."
"Then that’s a good thing, isn’t it?"
"Hmph. Shut up."
Truthfully, even I’d been worked up by the novelty of her outfit. I wondered if she’d get mad if I asked her to wear it once in a while when I felt like it.
With one arm under her head as a pillow and the other kneading her breast, I watched her suddenly sniff the air. Her eyes narrowed.
"I wondered why there was such a strange scent. Seems you’ve already found a new woman."
"You’re only noticing that now?"
"Well, I wasn’t exactly in a position to care about smells."
"Haha."
"Don’t laugh."
"Yes, ma’am."
When I shut up, she seemed to think for a moment before clicking her tongue.
"So you’ve found another strange one."
"What do you mean, a strange one?"
"It’ll be faster if I show you than if I explain it one piece at a time."
She pointed into the air, and someone’s figure appeared in the space she indicated.
I didn’t even need to ask who it was. It was Lamia, one of the newcomers I’d seen that afternoon.
But something about it was odd.
She definitely hadn’t done anything in particular, and yet in the dream she was sprawled on a bed with not a stitch on her body, writhing helplessly.
"Uh, what is this? Why is she suddenly like that?"
"Sometimes that happens. You could say she’s overflowing with natural sex appeal."
"Ah..."
"A dream is just an extension of desire. That girl must have been relieving her overflowing lust in that way without even realizing it."
Sure enough, with a heated face and ragged breaths, Lamia tossed and turned for a moment before cautiously glancing around. Then she brought her fingers to her sex and began rubbing.
"Wow."
A secret masturbation show by a popular idol? And it was live.
Lamia kept stroking herself with an anguished face, but for some reason she just couldn’t seem to reach the peak.
"If she hadn’t awakened yet, maybe. But once someone awakens, the threshold of the body rises as well, so it’s not as easy as before."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning it’s your turn to step in. What are you acting innocent for? Hurry up and go."
"Understood. I’ll go attend the new recruit welcome party, then."
"You never refuse anything, do you? Honestly, men."
"Haha..."
Laughing awkwardly, I hurriedly dove into Lamia’s dream and appeared right in front of her.
For a moment, she seemed startled by my sudden appearance, but even then she didn’t stop touching herself. Instead, she looked at me with needy, pleading eyes.
And of course, there was no reason to refuse.
I grabbed her by the ankle and lifted, and her drenched opening was exposed for me in all its shameful detail.
Even with such a forceful movement, Lamia only gave me an expectant look and didn’t resist. I thrust straight into the place already waiting for me.
Then I set her leg down and started moving immediately, and she panted as she eagerly accepted my thrusts as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Even her enormous breasts, usually spectacular enough on their own, swayed with overwhelming force each time I thrust. I felt like I could comfortably eat three full bowls of rice just watching them bounce.
When I leaned down, Lamia naturally reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck. She met my eyes with that same hungry look still lingering on her face.
She was breathing hard when I kissed her. At first the kiss was fierce, but gradually I eased the pace, pressing kisses along her nose, her cheek, her ear, and her neck as if I were a bird pecking at grains.
Once our upper bodies were fully pressed together, her soft, generous breasts became a cushioned support against me.
To enjoy that full, supple softness even more, I changed positions.
I pulled back briefly, then came up behind her. With our bodies sealed together, I locked my arms firmly around her waist and thrust in using only the movement of my hips.
Even while panting, she didn’t try to break free. Instead, she lifted her hips to answer my rhythm.
Once I’d found a position that let me push all the way in, her breathing only grew faster.
After confirming that we were both on the same track, I broke out of the tight hold, seized her hips, and began to accelerate.
Only then did her lips, which had stayed closed despite the ragged breathing, finally part. A breath even hotter than before spilled out of her.
And when she finally hit her limit, a tremendous amount of semen burst into her body like molten lava.
She instinctively tried to avoid the climax, but she couldn’t get away from me now that I had her waist locked so tightly.
What’s more, the instant the scorching semen filled her up, the violent pleasure climbing her spine stripped the strength from her arms and legs in one sweep.
With no strength left to even cry out, all she could do was open her mouth wide and tremble.
Maybe because her limbs had gone weak, the hips she’d lifted so high slowly sank, and she collapsed flat onto the bed as if she’d been thrown there. Before she even realized it, saliva was dripping from her tongue as she panted helplessly, her mouth hanging open.
At last I finished, pulled my hips back, and her ass, still following the motion of my member, rose high again. Then, as the blockage at her lower entrance gave way, the semen that had been packed inside surged out in a sudden torrent.
Lamia lowered her raised head and simply stared blankly at the waterfall of semen spilling out and streaming down between her legs.
I admired the work I’d made for a moment with quiet satisfaction, then slipped back out of Lamia’s dream and returned to my original one.
The woman lying on the bed looked at me and said, "You really do have a nasty habit of admiring your own mess."
"Cough."
Probably because she’d just had the exact same experience herself.
"Isn’t your condition kind of bad lately? You finished way too fast."
"Someone’s been stealing my essence every day, so I’m out of strength."
"Hmph. You’re only good at talking."
I kissed her on the forehead as she grumbled, then casually asked, "Can I ask you something?"
"What is it?"
"It’s a hassle to go searching through each dream one by one. Wouldn’t it be fine to just take them all at once in one place?"
"It’s not impossible, but those two girls might recognize each other. Wouldn’t that be a problem?"
"Ah, well..."
"You don’t actually think that just because I let you get away with things so easily, the other women won’t get jealous, do you?"
"..."
"You’re taking people’s hearts far too lightly, you foolish man."
"Haha."
When I laughed awkwardly and tried to gloss over it, she let out a long sigh and went on.
"For now, they’re your thralls, so maybe it’ll be possible someday. But only once they depend on you more, and only once they’ve reached the point where they can’t go on living without you. Right now, with the relationship just beginning? Not a chance."
"I’ll keep that in mind."
Afterward, I also visited Im Hana and left my mark for the day before I could finally wake from the dream.
Still, with another thrall added to the list, wouldn’t that mean some kind of change? If I could fully digest the second class, then I’d finally be able to begin proper Awakened activity.
The next morning, I headed to the center early as usual and ran into Im Hana.
"Good morning, Unni. You look especially good today."
"Do I?"
"If something nice happened, you should let me know too. Don’t keep it all to yourself every time."
"Haha. Seha, do you want some coffee?"
"Yes."
Even though I knew she was changing the subject to coffee, I pretended not to notice and followed after Im Hana.
But on our way to the coffee shop on the first floor, we ended up running into someone unexpected.
"Hello, Instructor."
"Ah... Miss Lamia?"
"Please just call me Lamia. A lot of people think it’s just a stage name, but it’s my real name."
"Ah, yes..."
Im Hana, who had been watching from the side, stared at me with wide eyes. She didn’t say it out loud, but her expression made it painfully clear that she was asking what exactly was going on.
Was it really that obvious?
"This is Miss Lamia. She’s a new recruit in training. I supervised some of her practice yesterday. And this is Im Hana, the older sister who works in the infirmary."
"Please just call me Lamia. It’s nice to meet you."
"Ah, yes. Likewise..."
Even though Im Hana’s personality had brightened up a bit, she still wasn’t at the point where she could speak familiarly to a stranger right away.
After greeting Im Hana, Lamia turned back to me.
"Instructor, do you happen to know much about skills?"
In an instant, my sharp mind figured out exactly what question was coming next. And I also realized that it absolutely should not be coming out right now.
"If you have questions about skills, ask me during practice later."
"Yes. I looked everywhere just in case, but there wasn’t any information at all."
Then Im Hana, who had been listening from the side, suddenly did something she usually wouldn’t have done.
"That happened to me too, but Seha looked it up for me. I’m sure it’ll help."
"Really? Then I’d like to ask you too. What skill did you have, Hana Unni?"
Oh, no! Don’t! Why is this conversation continuing on its own?
But it was too late to try forcing it closed now. If I tried to stop it here, it would only feel more unnatural.
"It was a skill called Dark Elf of the Dark Forest."
"Huh? Really? That was mine too."
"Ah..."
"Oh..."
In that instant, the two of them blushed and fell silent, neither of them needing to say anything else first.
Even though no one had explained it to them outright, both of them understood at once. They had shared the same kind of dream, and as a result, they had gained the same skill.