In the Throne Room
"Haaah! Haaat! Haaung! Haaeung! Haaak!"
The closed space was filled entirely with the wet slap of flesh and a woman's cries of pleasure.
She straddled me where I sat upon the throne, grinding down relentlessly, and I answered her by rolling my hips upward to meet every descent. All I could see of her was the sweat-slicked expanse of her back, and even that was half-hidden by the long, wavy brown hair cascading down like a waterfall.
But if anyone had been standing in front of us, the view would have been entirely different. A thick, glistening cock plunged in and out of a cunt that kept pouring out slick, while heavy breasts bounced violently with every thrust of her hips. Every detail of that scene was being watched, clear as day, by the others beyond the invisible walls of the space.
I turned my head just enough to check their reactions.
Lim Hana, Lamia, and Lim I-jin all stared with eyes wide, unable to hide their shock. How could they not be stunned? A person they had never imagined in this light was fully exposed, screaming almost in pure ecstasy. Only one of them broke my expectations—Han Sul-ye. She looked surprised as well, yet there was something in her expression that said she had half-expected it all along. She had already guessed that I, too, was in the same situation as the rest of them. Maybe that was why, unlike Lim Hana, she had never recommended me in the first place.
"Nngh! Nngh! Euungh! I—I'm coming! Hnnngh! Haaeungh!"
Completely unaware that the others were watching, she panted hard and finally climaxed. The fierce clench of her inner walls dragged me over the edge right after her, and I came hard inside her.
"Ahhhck! Hahhhck! Hhhck! Hiiih… it's so hot… hiiik! Keep… keep going…"
Even as thick semen flooded her womb, she never stopped moving. Only when she finally stilled did my cock, coated in a mess of cum and juices, slip free of her with a wet sound.
"Haaak. Haaak. Hahhck. Haaak. Hhiit. Hiiik."
Mouth hanging open, she gasped for the scorching air that filled her lungs, then sank to the floor with semen still dripping steadily from between her thighs.
I crooked a finger at her. She crawled forward as if it were the most natural thing in the world, dropped to her knees, and took my cock into her mouth. The sight of her diligently cleaning me with her tongue made the others gape all over again. Looking only at my usual self, none of them could have imagined this side of me. Thick, viscous cum kept running down her thighs the entire time she sucked me clean—an image you do not see every day.
Only after she finished did she sit back on the floor again, one hand covering her mouth as she swallowed what remained. Then she froze in shock. The previously invisible cracks in the space finally appeared, and the faces of everyone who had been watching stepped into view.
"Huh?"
She stayed frozen for a moment. Her legs, still weak from repeated orgasms, refused to carry her away, so she hurriedly tried to straighten her clothes and covered her eyes with both hands instead. With semen still trailing down her thighs and various fluids smeared across her body, the gesture was pure theater.
I beckoned the others over. The moment they crossed the crack, their outfits changed into the same revealing golden dresses she wore.
I called Lim Hana first. She looked back and forth between me and the woman on the floor, then finally approached when I gestured again, resigned. We had sex without delay.
Next was Lamia. Having watched Lim Hana, she seemed better prepared; she climbed onto me and rolled her hips with steady rhythm.
Third was Han Sul-ye. That knowing look of hers had irritated me, so unlike the first two, I did not let her take the lead. I pushed her face-down onto the floor and took her myself.
Last was Lim I-jin. She had only been with me a handful of times, so I kept it simple—laid her on her back and finished her in the missionary position.
I filled every one of them to the brim, yet the largest load still belonged to the first woman; even now it continued to leak from her. Looking down at the five of them sitting dazed in the afterglow, I asked,
"Who is your master?"
She answered first, voice trembling.
"You… are."
Once she spoke, the others followed. Lim I-jin hesitated, clearly still confused by everything, but the moment our eyes met she could not hold out and admitted that I was her master as well.
Only after hearing every answer did I finally leave the dream.
"Ah."
I should have talked with her before waking. It was still early morning, so I tried to fall back asleep, but that night's dream was already over.
When I arrived at the Center the next morning, the other four were already seated in the café even at that early hour. I had prepared several possible reactions for this exact situation, yet the instant our eyes met, only one idea surfaced.
Run.
"Ah! She's running!"
"Catch her!"
It is human nature to chase anything that flees. The moment they saw me bolt, they came after me. Of course, if I had truly wanted to escape, shaking them off would have been trivial—same Awakener rank or not, our specs were on completely different levels. Still, I only ran far enough to let them catch me in a quiet alley outside the Center.
"Why… hah… hah… so suddenly… hahh…"
Lim Hana, the least athletic of the group, clung to my wrist and could barely speak, bent over and gasping.
"Lee Seha-ssi. I understand how you feel, but you shouldn't run away over something like this."
Han Sul-ye's words made me bristle.
"Something like this? I—"
"From the start, the three of us—except for I-jin here—have been dealing with this almost every night lately."
"What?"
I stared at her. Lim Hana, still holding my wrist, began to flail in panic.
"Ah, no, Sul-ye-ssi, why would you suddenly—"
"It's the truth. Hana unni, me, and Mia—the three of us have been having full-on group sex in our dreams every time we fall asleep."
"Hiiik! Y-you can't just say that out here—!"
"Pfft."
The sight of Lim Hana flailing with a face bright red made me laugh before I could stop myself.
"Seha… so, um, what happened was…"
Tears were welling up; she looked completely lost. I sighed softly and wiped them away with my thumb.
"It's fine, calm down. You can't fall apart more than I do."
"But… still…"
"Unni's right, though. This isn't exactly conversation for public ears. We should finish talking somewhere more private."
"Somewhere private?"
Lim I-jin, who had been watching quietly from a step back, asked. After a moment's thought I pointed.
"There are private training rooms in the Center basement. They're decently sized and completely soundproof. That should work."
I first cleared it with the support team—saying the fixed party needed to talk—then borrowed a room and led everyone inside. The moment we sat on the floor (there were no chairs), Lim Hana asked,
"Seha, when was your first time?"
Of course that was the first thing she wanted to know.
"Not long after I Awakened. More precisely, after practical training started."
"Huh? Then… the dual class too?"
"Yes. Because of that dream."
Lamia, who had been listening quietly, nodded.
"So Seha-ssi had the dream the earliest among us."
Han Sul-ye added from beside her,
"Honestly, I kind of expected it."
"How?"
"Look at us—naturally gathering around a beauty like you. Do you really think that man would just leave you alone?"
Everyone nodded as if that explained everything. Han Sul-ye spoke again.
"So… should we start calling you unni?"
"What? Why?"
"You know, in harem stories the other girls always call the first girl 'unni'."
Lim I-jin frowned.
"You read that stuff?"
"What? It's fun in its own way."
"I knew you didn't care what you read, but I didn't know it went that far."
They had clearly been friends since their agency days; Lim I-jin and Han Sul-ye started bickering. Beside them, Lim Hana carefully turned to me.
"Unni?"
"Pffft—!"
Her sudden ambush made me spit out the coffee I had just sipped.
"You okay?"
"That was mean. A sneak attack like that… cough."
"Sorry."
After the messy business of wiping up coffee and settling down again, Lamia spoke.
"That man… what on earth is he?"
Han Sul-ye answered as if she had been waiting for the question.
"At the very least, he's no low-level incubus."
"How do you know?"
"Someone at my level usually carries one or two talismans for curse protection, right?"
Han Sul-ye was a chaebol daughter, even if from a branch family.
"After the first dream, every single talisman I had on me shattered."
"All of them?"
"Yeah. The ones I wore and even the ones decorating my room."
"Whoa… those must have been expensive."
"They are. Decent ones cost about as much as a Gangnam apartment."
"Huh."
I had heard that items ordinary people could wear for protection or curse defense were expensive, but not that expensive. Then again, this was a being that could rewrite a person's entire life story—including their gender—in a single night. Of course a few incubus-repelling charms would be useless.
"If he's that strong… is there no way to escape his grip for now?"
"Maybe a Saintess could manage it?"
Lim I-jin asked; Lim Hana answered carefully. I snorted inwardly. The extra skill I had given Lim Hana was a fragment of a goddess's power. An existence that could freely bestow something like that was not going to be driven off by a mere Saintess. At minimum it would take a divine being of similar rank.
"A Saintess… Sul-ye, couldn't you at least pass the word somehow?"
"Come on. If it were the chairman maybe, but our house? No chance."
"Really?"
"Yeah. And it's not like I can just walk up to the chairman and say, 'Hey, we're in this situation, could you call a Saintess for us?'"
"True enough."
From a commoner's perspective, even having that one degree of separation was already impressive.
We talked a little longer, but the conclusion had already been decided.
"There's no way out right now, so I guess we just have to accept it for the time being."
"It's not like anything's happening to our real bodies."
"Even if it's only a dream, getting that done to you every night still feels… off, doesn't it?"
Lim I-jin still looked worried, but Han Sul-ye answered with a blank face.
"I felt the same at first, but after a while it weirdly turns into 'whatever happens, happens.'"
"Whatever happens?"
"It's something impossible in reality, so you end up… enjoying it a little without realizing."
Lim Hana and Lamia stared at her with round eyes. Han Sul-ye simply looked back at them.
"When you actually watch the dreams, everyone's enjoying themselves. Why the sudden judgmental looks?"
"Ahem."
She was right—none of them had ever looked unwilling in the dreams.
"The only real worry is whether, after all those hardcore experiences every night, normal romance will even be possible later in real life."
"Ahem. Ahem. Ahem."
Lim Hana and Lamia immediately turned scarlet and started coughing as if something were stuck in their throats. Well, those two had gone through the hardest sessions of anyone here.
I cleared my throat lightly and spoke to the group.
"Thinking about it, maybe that man planned to bind us together like this from the very beginning. Since things have already turned out this way… let's just get along from now on."
Han Sul-ye answered in a suddenly playful tone.
"Yes, unni."
"Ahem. No calling me unni."