Secret Concert
I slowly rocked my hips while watching from behind as two women I hadn't even known by face until moments ago tangled together, their mouths locked in a deep kiss.
"Hyaah!"
Every time I drove my hips in deep, a soft moan slipped free. I pulled all the way out, then plunged into the lower pussy instead; Han Sul-ye let out a sharp "Hhiik!" and trembled lightly.
I savored the two of them like that for a while, slowly, before finally stopping and pulling free.
"Haa… haa…"
They broke the kiss and looked back at me. Of course neither of them thought this was the end.
I had them both get on all fours, then my clone and I each worked a set of fingers into their folds. They flinched at first, but soon they were melting into the way those fingers moved like tentacles, teasing every sensitive spot inside.
"Hnn… hnnngh… haah… hnnk!"
As the fingering went on, their body heat climbed and beads of sweat began to form. Once I was sure they were warmed up enough, I pushed back into both of them again.
"Hyaah!"
I watched them stay tangled in their kiss while I worked my hips hard, savoring the way their inner walls clenched and welcomed every thrust of my cock.
I sat Lim Hana on top of me; to my surprise, Han Sul-ye started stimulating her clit as if she were trying to help her finish.
Something about just sitting her there and watching the two of them was enough to make my lower half ache with need.
I made them suck me. Then I simply watched again—the two of them working so diligently on my cock.
Wet slurping mixed with the sound of the waves.
I had the clone take Han Sul-ye from behind. When I pulled Lim Hana up for a kiss, Sul-ye swallowed my cock deep into her throat like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Ghk!"
Even with both ends being used at once, Han Sul-ye showed no panic at all. She even kept her eyes open and looked calmly up at me.
The urge to come was building, so I laid them both down and picked up the pace until I finally flooded their insides thick and deep.
"Haaauunh!"
After finishing, I kissed them both thoroughly as aftercare. They clung to my lips like they were dying of thirst.
We lingered in the afterglow for a while before finally breaking apart.
Once today's session ended, Lim Hana and Han Sul-ye lay side by side without needing to say a word, watching the waves roll in.
Something about the sex with these two today had felt oddly calm and quiet. Whether it was their personalities or something else, I couldn't say.
I watched the white cum trickle down their thighs for a moment, then returned to the original dream.
"So only one left now?"
"Yes. I called her separately so I can pass on the skill I got today as well."
Before summoning Lamia, I tweaked the dream setting a little. Since I was handing over a good skill, I figured we might as well make the night a bit more intense than usual.
"You've gotten pretty good at handling dreams, haven't you?"
"Yes. Someone taught me well."
"Hmph. At least you know how to talk."
"I'll be back, then."
"Go."
I slipped through the rift and found myself in a concert hall thick with heat.
Lamia stood on the stage—completely naked, a vibrator already buried inside her.
"…"
She looked around in open confusion, body twitching from the vibrations, until she spotted me watching from below the stage and let out a small sigh of relief.
The situation was absurd enough to rattle her, but seeing me finally convinced her it was a dream.
I simply stood in the audience and enjoyed the view of her embarrassed figure. When I showed no sign of coming up, she started toward me herself—only for my clone to appear behind her, wrap her up, and start teasing her nipples and the already oversensitive folds around the vibrator.
"Hyaah?"
She startled at the unfamiliar hands, then realized it was my clone and simply gave in, surrendering completely to the touch.
As her breathing grew ragged, cheers began erupting from the seats one after another.
These weren't mere illusions. I couldn't jump on stage and join in right away, but the crowd had been set to react in real time—cheers and shouts rising and falling with whatever happened on stage.
"Unnie! You're so pretty!"
"So sexy!"
The moment someone shouted, Lamia flinched hard.
Every little twitch of her body drew fresh chants and cheers, exactly as if she were performing. Maybe that was why she started climbing toward climax so fast.
"Haaauunh!"
The vibrator and fingers alone were enough to send her over the edge in a spectacular orgasm; she sank straight down onto the stage floor.
Eyes half-lidded, she just panted. The floor beneath her was already soaked with the juices and sweat that had spilled out of her.
The clone stepped up and offered his cock in front of her face. Lamia took it into her mouth without hesitation.
"Kyaaaaah!"
"Lamia! Lamia! Lamia! Lamia!"
Every roar from the crowd made her body jerk and tremble as if the sound itself were washing over her.
Then the clone finally shoved his cock deep into her pussy.
"Hyaah!"
Her short cry of pleasure was answered by an even louder surge of cheers.
"Lamia! Lamia! Lamia! Lamia!"
Thrusting in time with the chants, he drove her until she couldn't hold herself up anymore. She dropped onto all fours on the stage, ass raised high, eagerly taking every stroke.
"Waaaaaah!"
"Lamia! Lamia! Lamia! Lamia!"
Suddenly the clone grabbed her under the knees and hoisted her up, putting the raw sight of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy on full display for the entire audience.
"Th-this is too… haaauu…"
Lamia's expression was melting. Having her most shameful state shown so openly to the crowd below was pure overload for her.
I laid her on her back on the stage and took her. Every time my cock sank into her, the light sticks in the audience swayed in perfect rhythm.
Hot spotlights poured down. The dazzling wave of light sticks and the roaring cheers from below pushed Lamia until she was panting like she'd lost all reason.
I flipped her so she could move on her own; even while gasping, she started rolling her hips and body like she was dancing.
"Aaah! I'm—I'm coming again!"
She climaxed once more.
I watched her sit astride the clone, shallow breaths fluttering, then finally stood and walked up onto the stage. I pressed my cock against the face of the still-panting Lamia.
Even with tears of afterglow still in her eyes, she couldn't ignore the new cock right in front of her.
The moment she took it into her mouth, the concert hall exploded with cheers like a bomb had gone off.
While she sucked me, I had the clone take her from behind again.
With a cock in both her upper and lower mouths, Lamia trembled and gushed every time I moved my hips.
I kept working both ends of her until I pulled her close and buried myself to the hilt in her womb, then spread her ass wide with both hands.
Even half-lidded and drowning in pleasure, Lamia's eyes flew open wide this time.
Before she could react, the clone shoved his cock into her ass.
"Ghk!"
The sudden shock left her looking ready to faint. It must have been a different kind of climax than anything she'd felt before; her body locked up, tongue lolling, as she shook violently.
When the clone and I started moving our hips together, she rocked on top of me like a tiny boat caught in a typhoon, thrashing hard.
"Haah! Hnn! N-no… no more… hiiik! It's getting weird… hyaah! P-please… stohp!"
Caught in a storm of pleasure so fierce it seemed to freeze her tongue, Lamia soon couldn't even form words—just ragged gasps.
When the urge finally hit, I poured thick semen deep into her body.
"Hiaaaaah!"
Whether it was a scream or a moan, she cried out and went limp, still trembling.
I grabbed her under the knees, hoisted her high, and carried her toward the audience again.
"Waaaaaaaah!"
"Kyaaaaah!"
"Lamia! Lamia! Lamia! Lamia!"
Right then my cock, still buried in her, sprang free like a released spring.
In that instant the cum and juices that had filled her sprayed out toward the seats like a fountain.
"Hiiik?"
The unexpected fountain finale drew one last massive roar from the crowd.
And so Lamia's solo concert came to an end.
Normally I would have explained the new skill the moment we finished. But Lamia was still so lost in the aftershocks that she didn't look ready to process anything, so I simply returned a suitable amount of essence, left her lying on the stage, and stepped out of the dream.
The one who had been lying there watching the entire spectacle offered a simple verdict.
"Bad taste. What if she develops stage fright?"
"Well, then she can just go full-time Awakener."
"Is that even an answer?"
"Why not? Ideally she'd do both, but it's not that easy."
"Did you do it on purpose for that?"
"Of course not. At most I figured hearing the crowd might make her gush a little more."
"That's still bad taste."
"Is it? Haha."