Receiving an Offer
When I emerged from Im Hana and Lamia’s dreams and returned to my own, I realized the scenery around me had changed.
"A desert?"
More precisely, it was an oasis in the middle of the desert. There was still sand and water, but it was a world apart from the beach I’d just left.
Sensing someone’s presence, I turned around and saw a dancer in the middle of the oasis, wearing a translucent blue mesh-like garment that left nothing to the imagination. She was moving with a languid, swaying grace, as if she were made of water and sunlight.
So this was the new character I’d picked for the skill I wanted.
Under the fierce blaze of the sun, with her skin glistening from the water it had soaked up, her shimmering figure was almost unbearably alluring.
As expected, she was a stranger to me. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that she looked delicious and granted good skills.
I slowly waded into the water and embraced her from behind before kissing her.
I’d already poured myself out to the two of them just moments ago, but this was a different matter entirely. This time I was the one being drained, but for someone like her, I was more than willing to provide.
"You’ve got a beautiful body. You must’ve gone through a lot to find this place."
"As long as you know."
While kissing her, I casually kneaded those generous breasts as much as I wanted.
Her top was so sheer that the shape, and even the color, of her nipples showed clearly through it, and I slid my hand between the strips of cloth that weren’t doing their job at all as a chest covering, teasing the already prominent buds beneath.
"Already this hard?"
"What’s with that tone? So vulgar."
"Why pretend to be surprised?"
Since I was already being called vulgar, I might as well move my hand lower and grope between her legs. I’d guessed as much from the state of her nipples, and sure enough, she was already flooded.
"Hnnng."
At my light touch, she placed both hands on a nearby tree and leaned her upper body forward. Naturally, her beautifully curved hips rose, exposing the tender flesh between her thighs.
I pressed my already hard shaft against the soaked heat between her legs, and she visibly jolted.
"Ah!"
The moment I pushed in and parted the entrance, her sticky inner walls sucked me in as if I’d been swallowed by a vacuum cleaner.
It was a suction force no human could ever match — something only a nonhuman being could pull off.
With one hand on her hips, I drew back and drove forward again, and she bent until her upper body was almost horizontal. It was the posture of someone trying to take me in even deeper.
To live up to that expectation, I pushed in again and again, deep and heavy, as though stamping myself inside her. I couldn’t tell whether I’d truly reached the very end, but every time I did it, she let out deep, scorching breaths that sounded almost like sighs.
"Ahh! Ha! Ahh! Hk! Huuung!"
Her hips, hair, breasts, and everything else bounced with every thrust, and as I enjoyed the spectacle, I suddenly noticed her knees hit the ground with a thud.
Maybe her legs had given out from the relentless stimulation.
"If it’s too much, lie down."
Gasping in short, shallow breaths, she immediately obeyed and lay down.
Even while lying there, her breasts remained impossibly full and unreal in front of me. I groped them a little and then resumed our connection, which had loosened for just a moment.
This time, too, I didn’t rush. I drove in with the feeling of stamping my mark deep inside her flesh.
It was lucky this was a dream. If I’d done this in real life, every muscle in my body would probably have gone on strike.
"Of all things, it’s a very efficient outfit for body-to-body work."
"I-I don’t know."
"There were probably plenty of other characters. Was this the real reason you picked this one on purpose?"
"Haaah!"
Apparently deciding she couldn’t take it anymore, she twisted around and climbed on top of me. Then she began rolling her hips as if she were dancing.
"Urk."
Could this character have some kind of bedroom technique among her skills? I was thrown off by the bizarre finisher I’d never experienced before.
"Hnnng! Huuung! F-from now on, hhk, you can’t, ahn, talk so carelessly!"
"Y-yes. Hk! I won’t, huff, talk carelessly. Ahh!"
We were both too busy crying out to even speak properly. If anyone else saw us, they’d wonder what the hell we were doing, but we were dead serious.
And then, all at once, a thought struck me.
"Kkh! Can you maybe... do that? Kkht!"
"Ahn! Ahn! Ahhh! Do what! Hnnng!"
"I mean, like a clone technique... kkh! Since this is a dream and all... huff! I figured it might be possible. Hk!"
With desperate effort, I forced the words out in one breath, almost like I was rapping at machine-gun speed.
Fortunately, even as her rhythm grew faster and faster, she understood me perfectly.
"Hah! Like this?"
And at that moment, there were two of me.
It was an impossible sight, but there I was: one me pinned beneath her, and another standing right beside us with his naked body on full display and his thing standing rigidly upright. Two versions of me existed at the same time.
Without slowing the motion of her hips at all, she reached out and took the other me’s shaft in one hand.
"Was this what you were curious about?"
With fierce stimulation already shooting through my lower abdomen, her soft hand teasing the other me’s exposed length made it hard to keep my head on straight.
When I flailed without even being able to answer, she brought the shaft in her hand to her mouth and took it in.
As she sucked and rubbed the two of us furiously — with her mouth and with that place — I felt the ridiculous illusion that everything before my eyes had gone white.
In the end, I couldn’t endure any longer, and both of us came at the same time.
She swallowed the spurting semen deep into her throat, gulping it down as it flooded out in pulses. At last, when the new clone could no longer support its trembling legs and collapsed, she finally pulled the other shaft from my lower body and looked down at me.
The sight of white, milky fluid leaking from both mouths left me unable to say a word for a moment.
After breathing hard for a while, she wiped the corner of her mouth and said,
"You’re not ready for that yet. Don’t get cocky just because your vessel grew a little."
Somehow, my clone that had collapsed from its buckling legs had already vanished.
"S-sorry."
"You gathered fairly pure energy from those two girls. I ate well because of it."
"Haha..."
We’d grown a lot closer lately, but I was still someone she drained of energy. And this time, maybe because she’d pulled twice as much from me at once, the sky really did look yellow, no joke.
"Hmph."
She looked down at me for a moment, then slowly lowered her head and kissed me.
Before I could even think about the fact that this was the same mouth I’d just come into, the instant I accepted what she sent through it, a shiver ran straight down my spine and froze me in place.
Unbelievable pleasure washed through me in a flash, racing along every nerve in my body all the way to the very ends.
"I returned part of the energy you just took in. Do you understand a little now why this is something you shouldn’t do carelessly?"
"Yes..."
The little bastard that had just come a moment ago was still gurgling out semen in thick, wet pulses. Before I’d even noticed, it had reached climax several times over.
So this was the kind of stimulation I’d been giving them?
"Honestly, that kind of stimulation is only possible because it’s me. You’re still not at that level yet. Though it probably feels close to a pretty intense sexual climax."
"I see."
Even though I’d gotten my energy back, my mental exhaustion hadn’t gone anywhere, and I passed out right after answering.
I hadn’t woken from the dream. I’d literally lost consciousness. The result might have been the same, but it was still a completely different outcome.
When I woke up that morning, I learned for the first time that women could have wet dreams too.
"Good grief."
I could only stare, dumbfounded, at the underwear and bedsheets soaked through as if I’d pissed myself.
Just how intense did a dream have to be for even the body in reality to be affected?
Wet dreams were wet dreams, of course, but I was still shocked to have pumped out this much arousal as a woman. Any outsider would have said it was a completely abnormal situation.
"Damn it. I am absolutely not falling into female corruption."
The image of me pinned beneath a man, moaning and writhing, was horrifying even to imagine.
I shuddered on the bed as if seized by a chill, then quickly got up, changed my underwear, stripped the sheets off the bed, and scrubbed the mattress clean.
"I will never have such impertinent thoughts again."
Once I’d finished cleaning up, I knelt and prayed solemnly toward the woman from my dream.
Thanks to having drained myself so thoroughly from the very start of the morning, I ended up arriving at work a little later than usual.
As I hurried into the center, I spotted Im Hana and Lamia sitting together in the café in the first-floor lobby, drinking coffee.
A sudden curiosity rose in me. The intensity may have differed, but they, too, had gone through something that strong in the dream yesterday, so I figured they’d be reacting somehow.
Besides, those two had finished by sucking on my thing together like they’d been possessed. Even if they’d been out of their minds at the time, surely the self-loathing they felt after waking up had to be worse than mine.
I quietly approached them from behind, masking my presence by circulating the power of a dark spirit through my body.
From a distance, they didn’t look like they were having any especially intense conversation. Im Hana, of course, and even Lamia seemed like she had something to say, but she couldn’t quite get the words out and was only sipping the coffee cup in her hands.
It didn’t look like anything would come out if I waited any longer, so I carefully spoke up.
"Is something wrong? Why do you both look like that?"
"Eek!"
Because I’d approached while masking my presence, Im Hana jumped in alarm the instant she heard my voice and panicked. Lamia also looked surprised, though not enough to show it as openly as Im Hana.
"Y-you’re here? You’re a little late today."
When Im Hana said that with an awkward smile, I patted her on the shoulder and replied,
"I think I had a nightmare or something. I’m sure I slept fine, but when I woke up, my body just felt awful."
At the word nightmare, the two of them both flinched.
"What kind of... dream?"
Lamia, who’d kept quiet until then, asked cautiously. Maybe she’d had the same thought.
"Who knows? If I could remember it, I wouldn’t be so frustrated. Sigh."
"Ah."
"Hang on. I should go get myself a cup too. I need to clear my head before work starts."
"Okay."
Perhaps because I’d interrupted them, the two of them were able to continue something approaching a normal conversation afterward. Of course, even then, it was so awkward that anyone watching would have been able to tell they were hiding something.
Anyway, after somehow finishing the day’s work and heading down to the training center, the bald instructor suddenly called out to me.
When we sat down together, he blurted out,
"Seha, would you be interested in making a fixed party?"
"A fixed party?"
"You know the Association sometimes brokers fixed parties, right?"
"Yes, I know."
"I’ve been watching you, and I think you’ve got a talent for party leadership. What do you think?"
"Me? Oh, come on."
"There’s no need to overthink it. People with compatible personalities form a party and explore Gates together. That’s really all there is to it. You also happen to have a talent for tanking, and you seem fairly adept at drawing people’s attention or getting them to act."
"You’re too kind."
It was embarrassing to hear such praise right to my face, and I scratched the back of my head. The instructor chuckled softly.
"I’m not asking you to decide right this second. I just wanted you to know that if you don’t plan on staying here forever as an employee, there are other paths you can take."
"Thanks for thinking of me."
"Not at all."