Dual Press
As soon as I fell asleep that day, I was pulled into the dream without fail.
"You came."
When I opened my eyes, she was standing by the window. Her hair was two-toned—purple on the outside, orange underneath—and she wore a white T-shirt with one shoulder bared.
So that’s the no-pants fashion trend. Seen through the light at the window, the long line of her legs and the bare hint between them was subtly, maddeningly sexy.
She followed the direction of my gaze and grinned.
"Curious about what’s underneath here?"
Then she lifted one side of her shirt just enough to reveal a pair of short shorts beneath it.
"Tch."
At my click of the tongue, she giggled and came closer.
"A new ordinary-civilian character?"
"Something like that."
Since I already had two thralls with the Dark Elf skill, there was no need for her to take on a Dark Elf form herself. Apparently that was why she’d brought out a new character.
She was in front of me before I knew it, and after we shared a deep kiss, I ran my hand over her slim waist and said, "I ran into a bit of trouble today."
"Trouble? What happened?"
"Hana and Lamia found out they both have the same skill."
"Oh, dear."
She clicked her tongue lightly and continued, "I hadn’t thought of that. I suppose it’s a rare skill."
"Yeah. They didn’t actually talk about how they got it, but even just reading each other’s faces, it’s not hard to guess."
"So that means making thralls with the same skill is going to be difficult from now on?"
"Pretty much."
A question suddenly occurred to me, and I asked her, "Can’t you just make up the cosplay character yourself?"
"That’s right. Only characters with some kind of backstory can be chosen."
She started grumbling.
"That’s unfortunate. The characters I prepared with such care are going to waste."
"Huh? No, I mean, you don’t have to go that far—"
"It’s fine. Since it’s come to this, it can’t be helped."
With a mutter, she pulled away from me.
"But you said characters?"
"Yes. I had one more prepared."
"I’m curious what kind of character it is. Could you show me?"
"Should I?"
She seemed reluctant to let a character she’d gone to the trouble of preparing disappear without ever being used, so she changed her appearance right away.
The new character was a woman with violet eyes and blonde hair tied into a ponytail. She wore a dark robe that split so low across her ample cleavage it nearly reached her navel.
She’s probably completely naked under that robe.
When she noticed my eyes drifting to her chest, she smiled brightly and waved both hands, showing me a cluster of luminous motes dancing in the air between them.
"Oh. A mage, maybe?"
"No."
"No?"
"That’s right. More precisely, she’s a follower enthralled by a cursed grimoire. Without the grimoire, she’s just an ordinary person."
"Ah..."
There really were characters of every imaginable sort in this world.
"Can’t we just use that character?"
"No. While I’m getting ready, go visit the others."
She thought for a moment, then snapped her fingers as though she’d had a good idea.
"How was the mood between those two?"
"Well... they were curious, I guess, but they also seemed careful about what they said. It’d be awkward to spill everything about dreams in front of a crowd, after all."
"They didn’t seem like they were trying to keep each other in check or start a fight?"
"Not really, no."
"Then good."
"What is?"
"You said you wanted to hold them both, didn’t you? Then do it."
I could only tilt my head in confusion.
"I feel like I got scolded for saying that before."
"That was then. This is now."
I wasn’t sure what the difference was, but if she said so, then I supposed so. Even though I’m living as a woman in reality, women’s minds are still impossible to read.
"Now, off you go."
"Yes."
Once I stepped through the裂缝 she opened, a beach spread out before me.
Looking around, it wasn’t hard to find Hana. She was glancing about as if she couldn’t understand why she was suddenly in a place like this, then spotted me and hurriedly averted her eyes.
Her chest seems bigger than the first time I saw her. Am I imagining it?
As I approached with that thought in mind, Hana began to fidget. It looked like she had something she wanted to say, but unfortunately, speech wasn’t allowed for her.
I moved in quietly, slipped my arms around her from behind, and guided her hand to take hold of me.
"..."
As soon as the hot, hard length filled her hand, Hana looked startled. But she didn’t immediately shove it away.
With one hand I wrapped around her waist, and with the other I kneaded her generous breast.
It was unmistakable. Her breasts had definitely grown since before. The dream really might have something to do with it.
As I enjoyed the supple feel of her chest, I could feel her breathing gradually turning ragged.
We’d been joining our bodies every day, so just from the roughening of her breath I could tell exactly how she was doing.
There was no point waiting any longer, so I slid into her at once. The moment I took hold of her hips, Hana bent forward on instinct, presenting herself in a posture that made it easy to accept me.
A hot gasp burst from her lips. As I began to rock my hips slowly, she met each motion with one breathless exhale after another.
I was enjoying the sight of her panting and pouring out hot breaths when I suddenly stopped moving and sat down on the spot. Then, lying back, I took in the view of her ass.
My sudden collapse backward made Hana hesitate for a moment, but in the end she lowered herself on her own and continued the act.
Maybe because she had already experienced this position once in the bathroom, her movements were far less awkward than before.
I watched my disciple improve by leaps and bounds with great satisfaction, but Hana—still uneasy about being intimate in such an open place—kept glancing around anxiously. Then she suddenly froze and bent sharply forward.
I looked to see what had happened, and on the stretch of sand a little farther away, Lamia was standing there with not a stitch on her body, one hand over her mouth and an astonished look on her face.
Hana curled in on herself for a moment, looking helpless, then bolted upright as if she intended to run somewhere.
But I caught her, forced her down onto the ground, and thrust into her from above, pinning her in place. A so-called mating press.
Hana shook her head with tears welling in her eyes, her expression pleading to be let go, but I looked down at her and drove myself into her even harder.
Glancing back over my shoulder, I saw Lamia already flushed bright red, working herself with a frantic hand. The moment she noticed my eyes on her, she quickly looked away, but even then her fingers never stopped stroking her breasts and sex.
What a remarkably consistent girl.
Maybe it was because someone was watching. My lower abdomen swelled with satisfaction, and then the urge to come began to build.
I didn’t hold back. I poured myself into Hana’s womb all at once.
She twisted as if she couldn’t believe it, her whole body writhing in protest, but I didn’t let go; I kept pouring every last drop inside her.
Only after I’d finished cumming did I finally release Hana. She covered her eyes with a hand, breathing hard and ragged, not even daring to try running anymore.
I slowly turned and looked at Lamia.
The instant our eyes met, she shuddered at the waist, gasping in rough, uneven breaths.
Just a little more. If I only push a little further, it feels like I could push her right over the edge—but I can’t.
Despite already having come once, I approached her with the same unwavering hardness and laid her down on the sand. Then I slid into the hole that was already slick and dripping from all her frantic self-pleasure.
Lamia responded with eager enthusiasm, as if she’d been waiting for this all along. Holding her legs apart and rocking my hips repeatedly, I made her body tremble as if she might faint.
After thrusting into her over and over, I twisted my body just enough to make her climb on top of me, and she immediately began riding me with all the fervor she could muster.
Even though she’d experienced this position quite a few times, she was still somewhat awkward at riding on top, whereas Lamia—more accustomed to using her body—looked far more natural in motion.
As the obscene squelching sounds rang out loudly, I suddenly heard another person’s ragged breathing and turned my head. Hana was lying a little ways off, peering at us through the gaps between her fingers.
From where she was, she could see my cock sliding in and out of Lamia’s pussy in vivid detail.
It was probably the first time she’d ever seen someone else’s sex so nakedly, and she seemed flustered by it—but even so, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
I turned my body and took the top again. Then, so Hana could see better, I pushed up behind Lamia’s knees to lift her hips and tried the mating press once more.
Even though it was the same position, Lamia’s reaction was different from Hana’s.
Unlike Hana, who had writhed violently from side to side trying to escape me, Lamia kept letting out hot breaths and turning her face to the side, moving as though she were meeting Hana’s gaze from afar.
That familiar swell in my lower abdomen returned, and I pulled out of Lamia’s womb just as I was, splashing a generous amount of semen across the area beneath her breasts.
Lamia looked up at me with an expression that seemed to ask why I wasn’t cumming inside her, then shielded her eyes with her hand, squinting against the sunlight beating down from above.
I turned around, and Hana—who had been rubbing at the cum-smeared opening of her cunt while masturbating—jumped in shock and covered her face with her remaining hand.
But it was already too late.
Given how enthusiastically she’d been touching herself while watching not just me but Lamia as well, it only meant she still wasn’t satisfied.
I moved in again, made her lie face-down, and shoved my cock back into the mess of cum and saliva that had become her entrance.
With every brutal thrust, the wet, sloshing sound of the milky fluid rang out loudly, and Hana looked utterly lost, as if she didn’t know what to do. Each time I pushed in, she stared in disbelief at the white liquid flowing from her opening.
Before long, Hana was seized by a violent climax. Her waist shuddered and her whole body twitched over and over, and when I covered her body with a fresh spill of semen, she couldn’t even think about covering her face again—she just collapsed, panting in shallow gasps.
After knocking Hana out, I turned my attention back to Lamia. I made her take the same rear-entry position, and after one more climax, she too collapsed into the sand as if utterly spent, no longer able to move.
I lifted both of them up and carried them to one place. Then I seated the two of them side by side, still wearing blank, dazed expressions, and sat down on the rock in front of them.
As I quietly looked down at the pair, they hesitated for a moment before slowly leaning forward together and beginning to clean my still-throbbing spear with their mouths.
Only then did I finally realize that the two of them had truly become my thralls. I let a little of my essence flow back to them as a reward, and their tongues immediately began moving even faster.