Happy Together
"Hup!"
"Haht!"
Just from the cries that burst out the moment of penetration, their situation was plain enough. Lamia still tried to hold it in, biting down on her lip, but Han Seol-ye let out her hot moans without the slightest reserve.
Unlike Lamia, who still kept her eyes shut, Seol-ye looked up at me with a flushed face and expectant eyes. As I began to thrust slowly, wetness seeped from her still-tight flesh and eased the way—a conditioned reflex of sorts.
"Hng! Haht! Hmp!"
"Haa! Haahk! Hah!"
I was realizing it all over again: the voices that cried out in pleasure were remarkably pretty. What had first sounded like discordant noise had already settled into a kind of harmony.
Figuring Lamia couldn't properly enjoy herself with her friend right beside her, I lifted her up and laid her down with her head facing the opposite direction.
Whether it was because of her friend pouring out unrestrained moans, or because flipping their heads meant that even if she did cry out it wouldn't sound right next to her ear—I couldn't say. Either way, the careful effort she'd been making to keep her voice down vanished, and the cries of two women began to ring loudly across the empty beach.
In the real world it would have been unthinkable. An active idol and a trainee from the same agency going at it outdoors, and not even bothering to muffle their voices—just pouring out every moan they felt.
"Haang! Haaang! Haht! Hah! Hngh!"
I listened to their voices tangled together, then pulled them up and tried a different position. Seol-ye, who liked to move on her own, I set astride me on the sofa; Lamia I stood beside her so she could watch her friend in full, unfiltered view while I took her from behind.
"Haeng! Haht! Hang! Hahk!"
Eyes half-lidded, working her hips hard and crying out as she rode me, Seol-ye looked so at ease that Lamia seemed almost shocked.
"Seol-ye… you?"
This was only her second dream, yet the way she sat astride and worked her waist was anything but ordinary. She wasn't just mechanically bouncing up and down—she was actively searching for the angle where the cock thrusting from below would hit the sweetest spot inside her.
"What?"
Even while half-lidded and still moaning, Seol-ye looked at her friend and asked. Lamia couldn't bring herself to say it and averted her eyes, but Seol-ye only smiled with eyes full of sensual heat.
"You're saying I'm, haeng! too good at this, haahk! aren't you? Hngh!"
"Th-that's not, hhk! what I… haht!"
"I don't really know… haeng! It just, works? Hngh!"
So sex was a talent too? Heaven hadn't given Han Seol-ye any gift for dancing, but it had handed her a gift for sex instead. Something like that.
"What an interesting conversation."
"I-I'm sorry!"
Lamia hurried to apologize, but even as Seol-ye panted out hot breath she kept casting curious glances at me, wondering who I really was.
I changed positions again. Lying back on the sand, I had Lamia service me while Seol-ye dangled her breasts over my face. Of course, even then I didn't stop thrusting into Seol-ye from behind.
While listening to the wet sounds Lamia made as she sucked the cock still slick with her own juices, I toyed with Seol-ye's chest. Seol-ye watched the whole time as Lamia diligently worked her mouth—studying, in her own way.
If she'd been studying, she needed practice. This time I had Seol-ye take over the blowjob while I enjoyed Lamia's insides. Having two bodies meant there was so much more I could do.
Feeling climax start to build, I shifted again. Seol-ye climbed on top of me and moved on her own while Lamia wrapped around her from behind as if taking her doggy-style—my remaining double thrusting into Lamia from the rear.
That way the force of the thrusts from behind transferred straight through to Seol-ye. A little energy conservation for the environment, you could say.
Maybe it was the position that made it feel like she was taking her own friend—Lamia reached climax first. When her legs gave out I caught her by the waist and held her up, and Seol-ye, feeling her friend shudder through orgasm against her, stopped moving and began to twitch herself.
Of course I wasn't about to just stand there and watch because they'd finished first.
"Hyaang! Hnnngh! W-wait a second—!"
"Hhik! Hik!"
I mercilessly drove into their hypersensitive flesh and kicked into a final sprint. Lamia, who'd been catching her breath and savoring the aftershocks, shattered completely; Seol-ye, unlike before, couldn't even manage a proper moan—only broken, airy sounds leaked out of her.
And then, at last, I came.
Thick pulses of semen poured into their wombs and a fresh storm of pleasure crashed over them; both women's eyes went slack, their jaws trembling, before they collapsed limp. With their legs giving out they sank to their knees on the sand, and I presented my cock—smeared with a mess of both their juices and my own cum—to each of their faces in turn.
"…"
Seol-ye, still dazed, looked like she had no idea what she was supposed to do—until Lamia, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, started the cleanup blowjob. Seol-ye's eyes went round.
I prodded the corner of her mouth with my cock as if to say your turn. Seol-ye hesitated, looking flustered, then finally joined in the cleanup.
I savored the afterglow of having both of them clean a cock still sensitive from climax, and only when it was all finished did I pull free of their mouths.
The cleanup seemed to have brought her a little back to herself; Lamia carefully asked,
"Um… Master. May I say one thing?"
Seol-ye, who had been quietly wiping the mess from the corner of her mouth, went wide-eyed again—startled, apparently, by the word Master coming from her friend's lips.
"What is it."
"I would like to learn a new skill."
She must have meant the close-combat skill she'd asked about during practice earlier. For her it took real courage to speak up—she could easily have been scolded for overstepping and punished instead.
New Moon Dance was a fine skill, no question, but my thinking was different. A mage learning frontline skills would only get distracted. Magic knights had their romance and their uses, sure, but first you maximized the efficiency of the class you already had.
"I already have a skill in mind for you. Wait."
"Pardon? Ah… thank you."
I turned to Seol-ye, who had been quietly listening.
"You focus on the first skill you received."
"Yes."
Then I rose and returned to the original dream.
She was lying on the bed watching me come back, and she said,
"A skill you already have in mind? I've never heard of any such thing."
"Come on, why are you like this again."
The imposing presence from moments before was gone without a trace; I had no choice but to shrink right down. Only after massages and all manner of careful attention did I finally get to explain.
"Since the Dark Elf skill already boosts physical ability, you figure it's better to strengthen her original class. That's what you mean."
"Learning a bit of this and a bit of that just leaves you mediocre at everything. If you're a dealer, you prioritize dealing damage first, don't you?"
"Persuasive enough. The only problem is that finding that skill is my job."
"Ahem."
In the end it took a considerable amount of time to soothe her mood before I could enter the remaining dream.
That was the good thing about dreams. Inside them you didn't have to care about the flow of time. The only real limit was the practical problem of how many times I could come.
The place where Im Hana was waiting was a plausible hotel room. Since I was summoning her alone instead of with Lamia, I'd changed the setting a little.
Hana, looking faintly uneasy in the unfamiliar scenery, startled badly when she spotted me—which was fair enough. There were two of me, identical, appearing together.
"Hiiik?"
Just from the sight of us she seemed to guess what was coming; she didn't know what to do with herself. I stepped closer to the flustered girl and said,
"Suck."
"Th-which one…?"
"Both."
"…"
The fact that she would have to take on two men at once left Hana looking ready to faint. They weren't two different men—both were me—but to her that probably made little difference.
After dithering, Hana finally bent down, took one cock into her mouth, and wrapped her hand around the other. That seemed to be the best solution she could think of.
For all her fluster, fellatio itself was something she'd done before, so she worked her free hand diligently while sucking with earnest care.
Once enough heat had gathered below, I pulled her up, lifted one of her legs, and thrust straight in without warning.
"Hhhik!"
She was startled by the sudden penetration, but the time spent alternating between sucking both cocks had gotten her worked up enough—her insides were already thoroughly wet. Standing on one leg she staggered, and when I drove in deep a second time she couldn't hold herself up and toppled back onto the bed.
As I began to thrust slowly, Hana panted and submitted to the act without resistance. Even with another me watching from the side, she seemed to realize at last that nothing else was different from usual. She'd already experienced being watched through Lamia, so for the moment all her earlier tension looked almost pointless.
I made her spread her legs wide and drove deep into her core; Hana's breathing grew rougher still.
"Hah, haahk, haht—"
Every time my cock sank into her flesh, the breath she spilled grew hotter. Judging the mood sufficiently heated, I stopped, pulled her up into my arms, and set her astride me.
As soon as the position changed, Hana started moving on her own as if it were the natural thing to do. From the direction of her gaze she seemed to be watching my cock sliding in and out of her body.
While she was absorbed in that, the double who had been standing still until now stepped in close and pressed his mouth to her neck.
"Hhhik!"
Only then did Hana remember the double was right there; she startled so hard that every fold inside her clenched tight around me for an instant. The double licked down her neck, caressing collarbone and shoulder, then took one of her now-ample breasts into his mouth.
Hana had been startled at first, but the fresh stimulation was too much to endure without getting hotter—her breathing grew fiercer still. After toying with her chest for a while, the double suddenly rose and pressed his fully erect cock against her cheek.
"Hiiik!"
Caught between the sensation rising from her lower belly and the caresses of the double, Hana jolted all over again at the sudden thick heat prodding her face. But only for a moment. After a brief hesitation she took the cock in front of her into her mouth and began to suck.
Watching her go from flustered to accepting each new step was entertaining in its own right. And somehow her insides felt even hotter than before—meaning Hana herself was getting excited by this new experience.