Receiving a Proposal
Having slipped free of Im Hana and Lamia's dreams, I returned to my own and realized the scenery around me had changed.
"A desert?"
More precisely, it was an oasis set in the middle of a desert. There was still sand and water, yet the landscape was utterly different from the beach earlier.
Sensing a presence, I turned. In the very center of the oasis, a dancer in sheer blue mesh that left nothing to the imagination was swaying through a graceful dance.
This must have been the new character she had chosen so I could gain a fresh skill.
Beneath the fierce sunlight, her skin—soaked and gleaming as if she had just risen from the water—was fully on display as she drifted through her dance. The sight was intensely alluring.
Once again, a character I didn't know. But that hardly mattered. What counted was that she looked delicious and would hand over a good skill.
I waded slowly into the water, slipped my arms around her from behind, and kissed her.
I had just spent myself thoroughly on the two women before this, but that was separate from this. This time I would be the one having my essence drained—yet for a partner like her, I was more than willing to offer it up.
"What a magnificent body. You must have gone to some trouble finding her."
"So long as you know."
We traded light words between kisses while I freely kneaded her ample breasts.
The fabric was so sheer that even the shape and color of her nipples showed through completely—and it failed utterly at its supposed job of covering her chest. I slipped my hand beneath the scrap of cloth and toyed with the nipples that were already standing stiffly at attention.
"Already this hard, are they?"
"What manner of speech is that? How vulgar."
"As if that's anything new."
Since I had already been called vulgar, I let my hand slide lower and groped between her legs. Her nipples alone had given me a fair idea, but the space between her thighs was already flooded.
"Mmnh…"
When I lightly stroked her soft flesh, she planted both hands against a nearby tree and leaned her upper body forward. The beautifully curved swell of her hips was revealed, turning her inner folds outward toward me.
I brought my already raging shaft to that slick, wet flesh, and felt her flinch.
"Hhk—!"
As my cock pushed past her entrance and drove inside, her pliant inner walls sucked me in as if they were a vacuum. It was a suction force no human could match—possible only because she was not one—and it left the two women I had just embraced utterly incomparable.
I gripped her hips and pulled her back hard, then thrust deep. She bent her upper body almost horizontal, the better to take me even deeper.
I answered that invitation by grinding into her as though stamping my seal into her deepest places. Whether I truly reached the end or not, each thrust drew a deep, hot gasp from her that was half sigh, half moan.
"Haah! Ha! Haaahk! Hnnngh! Hnnn…!"
I was savoring the way her hips, her hair, her breasts—everything—swayed and shuddered with every thrust when her knees suddenly gave out and she sank to the ground.
Perhaps the continuous stimulation had stolen the strength from her legs.
"If it's too much, just lie down."
She lay down at once, breathing in shallow, panting gasps.
Even on her back, those unreal breasts kept their shape perfectly, rising before my eyes. I kneaded them with my hands and reconnected our joined bodies where they had briefly parted.
Again I chose not to rush, pushing into her with the sensation of pressing a seal deep into her soft flesh.
It was fortunate this was a dream. Doing the same motion in reality would have set every muscle in my body screaming in protest.
"Whatever else, this outfit is remarkably efficient for mixing flesh."
"I-I know not…"
"There must have been plenty of other characters. Did you pick this one on purpose for that reason?"
"Haeeungh!"
Apparently deciding she could take no more, she twisted around, climbed astride me, and began rolling her hips as if she were dancing.
"Khh—"
Did this character possess some art of the bedchamber among her skills? The bizarre finishing technique—something I had never experienced in my life—left me completely flustered.
"Hnn! Hnngh! Now—haahk! Stop speaking—haeng! So freely—hyaaang!"
"Yes. Hnngh! I won't—hhk! Speak freely. Hh—!"
We were both so busy pouring out moans that proper speech was nearly impossible. Anyone watching would have wondered what on earth we were doing, but we were perfectly serious in our own way.
In the midst of it, a sudden thought struck me.
"Kh—! Is something like that… possible? Khh—!"
"Ang! Ang! Ahng! What is it! Haeeungh!"
"I mean, a clone technique or something… Kh! Since it's a dream anyway… Hhk! I thought it might be possible. Hhk!"
I forced the words out in a desperate rapid-fire rush, determined to finish the sentence somehow.
Fortunately, even while her rhythm grew faster and faster, she understood me perfectly.
"Haaht! Like this?"
And in that instant, there were two of me.
It made no sense, yet there I was—pinned beneath her—and another me standing naked beside us with my shaft standing stiffly at attention, two separate beings existing at once.
Without ever stopping the motion of her hips, she reached out with one hand and wrapped it around the new me's cock.
"Was this what you were curious about?"
Fierce stimulation was already hammering into my lower abdomen, and now her soft hand was teasing the other me who simply stood there. Keeping my wits about me became nearly impossible.
When I could only thrash without even managing an answer, she brought the shaft in her hand to her mouth and took it in.
She sucked and stroked both cocks with fierce hunger—one with her mouth, the other with her lower lips—until I felt the illusion that everything before my eyes was turning white.
In the end I could endure no longer. Both of me climaxed at the same time.
She gulped down the thick seed that surged into her throat. When the new clone finally collapsed, legs trembling too hard to support him, she at last pulled the other cock free from her lower body and looked down at me.
White, cloudy fluid was dripping from both of her mouths. For a moment I could not speak a single word.
She panted for a short while, wiped the corner of her mouth with a slow stroke of her hand, and only then spoke.
"It is still too soon for you. Do not grow arrogant merely because your vessel has grown a little larger."
At some point the clone whose legs had given out had vanished.
"I-I'm sorry."
"You gathered quite pure essence from those two children. I fed well thanks to you."
"Haha…"
We had grown considerably closer of late, yet I was still the one who had my essence plundered by her. This time she had drained twice as much at once, and it was no joke—the sky truly looked yellow.
"Hmph."
She looked down at me for a moment, then slowly lowered her head and pressed her lips to mine.
Before I could even register that this was the same mouth that had just taken my seed, something passed into me through the kiss. A searing thrill raced down my spine and froze me solid.
Pleasure beyond any words I could form swept through every nerve ending in my body, racing all the way to their tips in an instant.
"I returned a portion of the energy I just took in. Do you understand a little better now why this is not something to do carelessly?"
"Yes…"
My cock, which had already finished climaxing, was still spurting seed in thick pulses—the result of reaching orgasm again and again without even noticing.
Was this the kind of stimulation I had been giving those girls?
"In truth, stimulation like that just now is only possible because it is me. You are not at that level yet. Even so, it is still comparable to a rather considerable sexual climax."
"I see."
Even though I had received some essence back, the mental exhaustion remained. With that final answer I lost consciousness.
I did not wake from the dream. I literally blacked out. The end result might have been the same, but they were clearly different things.
When morning came and I woke, I learned for the first time that a woman could also have a wet dream.
"Good God."
I could only stare in shock at my underwear and bedsheets, soaked as thoroughly as if I had wet the bed.
Just how intense had the stimulation been, that even my physical body in reality had been affected?
Wet dreams were like that by nature, of course, but the sheer volume of love juices my female body had poured out left me deeply shaken. Anyone looking would have known this was not a normal situation.
"Damn it. Female corruption is the one thing I will never accept."
The image of myself pinned under a man, moaning away… just imagining it was horrifying.
I shuddered on the bed as if I had caught a chill, then hurriedly rose, changed my underwear, stripped the sheets, and scrubbed the mattress clean.
"I will never again entertain such presumptuous thoughts."
Once everything was in order, I knelt and offered a devout prayer toward the woman in my dreams.
Having exhausted myself so thoroughly first thing in the morning, I ended up arriving at work a little later than usual.
I hurried into the center only to spot Im Hana and Lamia sitting together in the first-floor lobby café, drinking coffee.
Curiosity stirred. The intensity might have differed, but they too had gone through that powerful experience in last night's dream, so I expected some kind of reaction.
Those two, especially, had sucked on me at the end as if possessed by hungry ghosts. While they had been out of their minds that was one thing, but the self-loathing upon waking this morning might well have been worse than mine.
I quietly wrapped myself in the aura of a dark spirit to hide my presence and crept up behind them.
Just as they had looked from a distance, they were not chatting with any real energy. Im Hana, of course, and even Lamia seemed to have things they wanted to say, yet neither could quite open her mouth; they only sipped at the coffee cups in their hands.
Waiting longer did not seem likely to produce any words, so I carefully spoke up.
"Is something wrong? Why do you both look like that?"
"Hyaat!"
Because I had approached with my presence concealed, Im Hana startled so hard at the sound of my voice that she nearly jumped out of her seat. Lamia looked surprised too, but not enough to show it in her actions the way Im Hana did.
"Y-you're here? You're a little late today."
Im Hana said with an awkward smile. I clapped her lightly on the shoulder as I answered.
"I think I had a nightmare. I definitely felt like I'd slept soundly, but when I woke up my body was in rough shape."
At the word "nightmare," both of them flinched.
"What… kind of dream was it?"
Lamia, who had kept silent until then, asked carefully. She must have been wondering the same thing I was.
"Who knows. If I could remember it, at least I wouldn't feel so wronged. Aigoo."
"Ahaha…"
"Hold on a second. I should go grab a cup myself. I need to clear my head before the workday starts."
"Okay."
Once I joined them, the two managed to keep some semblance of ordinary conversation going. Of course, it was still so awkward that anyone watching would have seen plain as day that they were hiding something.
At any rate, I somehow made it through the day's work and headed down to the training center—only for the Bald Instructor to call me over out of nowhere.
Once we had taken our seats, he got straight to the point.
"Seha. Would you consider forming a fixed party?"
"A fixed party?"
"You're aware that the Association sometimes brokers fixed parties, yes?"
"Yes, I know."
"I've been watching you for a while, and you seem to have a talent for leading parties. What do you think?"
"Me? Oh, please."
"There's no need to overthink it. People who get along form a party together and explore gates. That is truly all there is to it. As it happens, you have talent as a tank, and you also seem fairly skilled at drawing people's attention and guiding their actions."
"You're too kind."
Receiving such praise right to my face left me sheepish; I scratched the back of my head, and the instructor gave a small laugh.
"I'm not asking you to decide right this moment. But if you do not intend to keep working here at the center as staff forever, I would like you to know that this path also exists."
"Thank you for looking out for me."
"Not at all."