Chapter 102
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Sleepwalking
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Sleepwalking. Also known as somnambulism, it's a condition where the mind is asleep, but the body exhibits abnormal behavior.
There can be various causes, but the most common one for this symptom is unresolved stress.
And is it because of the racial trait of succubi, who are born with the ability to 'manipulate dreams'? When stress builds up, succubi in particular tend to manifest it in the form of sleepwalking.
Of course, most succubi relieve their stress through intercourse, so they rarely build it up in the first place... Unfortunately, Lilian hated the eating habits of her own kind and didn't relieve stress that way, so it manifested as sleepwalking for her.
And sleepwalking is a phenomenon where the 'unconscious' takes control of the body during sleep, causing movement. The actions of such a person are based either on habitual behavior or instinctual drives...
-Rustle!
"Whoa, you startled me."
I was practicing Illusion Magic, creating various illusory shapes, when the sound of the tent flap being pulled back made me jump. I quickly dismissed the illusions.
Thinking it might be an enemy, I hurriedly drew my sword, but...
"Lilian?"
Contrary to my fears, it was Lilian making the noise. She was wearing what looked like sleepwear—thinner than her earlier outfit, the kind that might seem a bit provocative at a glance. Her eyes were half-open, half-closed, impossible to tell if they were shut or not, as she emerged from the tent.
"Lilian, was I being too loud?"
"........."
Having been so absorbed in practicing illusions, I wondered if I'd been noisy. I checked her reaction, but...
"........."
"Lilian?"
"........."
"Hey?"
What was this? Had I messed up the range on my illusions and accidentally cast one on Lilian? Her behavior was off.
No response. Her gait was unsteady and limp, her eyes half-lidded or closed—I couldn't tell.
-Step. Step.
She ignored my calls and shambled straight toward me.
'...Sleepwalking?'
I'd suspected illusions, but her actions suggested another possibility.
She wasn't responding to words, her walk was off... It kinda looked like the sleepwalking I'd heard about. And she'd mentioned being stressed lately...
-Whoosh!
"Eek."
Once she got close enough, she swung her limp arm at me, aiming for my left arm. To avoid hurting her, I sheathed my sword back into my inventory and dodged her hand.
-Whoosh! Whoosh!
But she didn't stop there. She kept swinging, targeting my left arm—specifically, my left hand.
'...I've heard sleepwalkers can get aggressive sometimes.'
Seeing her relentlessly go for my left hand, I glanced at it, but there was only the demon mark Diabolo had engraved.
'Should I wake her? But I've heard you're not supposed to wake sleepwalkers abruptly...'
I didn't know the reason. Just that you shouldn't.
Still, I couldn't leave her like this. I let her chase my left hand, slowly leading her back toward her tent.
...Wait, but...
'Whew... It's worse than before.'
From the unconsciously moving Lilian came a scent far more intense than during cooking earlier—enough to make my dick throb involuntarily just from smelling it.
I tried Sensory Block on my sense of smell, but while the scent vanished, my dick kept swelling.
-Halt.
Then, as my dick reached its limit, Lilian's attacks on my hand stopped.
At first, what drove Lilian's actions was irritation, anger, and stress.
Sensing the aggression toward Ian's hand, which carried that person's magic, her body kept moving. But when Ian ended his Illusion Magic, the rising magic subsided, and even its afterglow faded.
As Diabolo's magic waned, the aggression Lilian unconsciously felt gradually dimmed. But in its place, another unconscious urge took over her actions.
-Whoosh!
"Huh, what...!"
She reached out again, so I pulled my hand back, assuming it was my left. But defying expectations, her hand aimed between my legs.
-Stroke. Stroke.
Like craving something, she teasingly fidgeted over my bulging pants.
It felt like the instincts of a chef and gourmet discovering something 'delicious,' or a succubus sensing supreme essence.
But those instincts shared one thing.
-Drip...
This 'thing' felt incredibly delicious, one way or another.
Honestly, I held back a lot.
Whether racial trait or whatever, my dick was swollen like I'd taken an aphrodisiac. Lilian's sleepwear was defenselessly revealing, and her actions were straight-up seductive?
Lust Absorption Lv. 3 effect activated.
Status Ailment: Heat applied.
Fuck, I can't hold back.
-Clink! Slide...
I undid my belt and dropped my pants. My underwear strained, stretched to tearing from the massive swelling inside.
Not stopping there, I pulled down my underwear too.
-Boing♥
My dick sprang free, and with it, the musky scent trapped in my pants assaulted Lilian's sensitive nose.
-Drip... Drip♥
In response, droplets fell from the dazed Lilian.
Were they drool from her mouth, salivating at the delicious aroma? Or love juices from her soaked lower half, aroused by the male scent?
-Stroke.
Her hand, withdrawn briefly, approached again.
Not aggressively this time, but groping desperately, craving.
-Tap.
Her hand touched my dick.
At the warmth, it flinched as if surprised, pulling back momentarily before hesitantly reaching again. She grasped it, and with eyes closed, explored its shape by feel alone—fingers tracing every inch.
Pinky on the base, ring finger stroking the bulging veins on the shaft, middle and index gliding the ridge between glans and shaft, memorizing the round head. Finally, thumb fiddling with the slight depression at the tip.
How long did she fondle it? Eventually, having mapped the whole thing, she pulled her hand away.
-Drip... Drip...
Droplets fell onto my dick from her retreating fingers.
"S... Sss..."
It sounded like even sleep-breathing, but she brought her face close to my dick, sniffing like appraising an ingredient, eyes shut.
Whether it stimulated her salivary glands or she just drools in sleep, saliva overflowed from her mouth, dripping onto my dick and wetting the glans.
"Hah."
"...!"
Like a fish snatching bait, Lilian suddenly bowed forward, taking my glans into her mouth and suckling.
-Smack... Slurp... Smooch♥
Like a newborn nuzzling its mother's breast for milk, she buried her face in my crotch, lips locked on the tip, suckling greedily.
"...Lilian, hungry?"
I found myself stroking her head and horns like a mother with her baby, whispering in her ear.
"Mmm..."
Moving on instinct like a child, she scrunched her eyes and whimpered in her sleep, as if understanding.
To her, with a mother's heart nursing her young, I pushed my dick a bit deeper into her mouth. Combining gourmet experience with succubus instinct, she sucked hard on the intruder, rolling the glans like candy inside her mouth.
-Slurrrp♥ Slurp♥ Sluuurp♥
The pleasure overwhelmed anything from the last 'taste training'—eclipsing all my past experiences. Like a boy cumming for the first time, I couldn't hold back the rising urge and shot straight into her mouth.
-Spurt! Spluuurt♥
Instead of swallowing or spitting, Lilian held the semen in her mouth. Then...
-Glug. Glug.
Like a sommelier tasting wine, she didn't gulp it down. She swished it with her tongue, savoring the flavor. Chewing the thicker clumps, rolling the jelly-like texture.
-Gulp.
She swallowed the sticky load in one go, the clumps sliding down her throat. She savored the aroma filling her mouth and nose...
"So... delicious..."
She murmured like a child dreaming happily.
Even after one ejaculation, my dick showed no sign of softening. So, abandoning my resolve not to touch her if possible, I laid Lilian on the ground.
-Drip...♥
Peeling off her pants in my aroused state revealed her drenched pussy. The moment they came off, the sweet scent intensified, as if proclaiming its source.
-Squish♥
To check if she was wet enough, I suppressed the urge to thrust in and inserted a finger first.
-Drip...
A strange foreign sensation at my fingertip. I carefully withdrew and spread her labia to peek inside.
"...Hymen?"
-Swish.
As if affirming my question, her heart(♥)-shaped tail swayed.
A succubus? Sure, she preferred cooking over male essence... But a virgin succubus? After savoring my cum so lewdly?
I panicked. Even if truly a virgin, hymens tear from intense exercise or masturbation. Labyrinth City adventurers rarely keep theirs intact due to constant life-risking battles.
Yet this succubus had one?
'...Can I pop it?'
I had to wonder. I could block sensations with Sensory Block during, but a torn hymen doesn't heal after.
...But I want to. Slam this throbbing dick into her hole, hear moans spill from those sleep-mumbling lips.
Already messed up from Heat status and her pheromones. Fuck it, no backing out now...
Then my eyes caught another hole, separate from her pussy.
'...That counts as a hole, right?'