Chapter 66
If you put it in now, I'll really...!
Since Yoo Seol-ah had shown up in my dream from the start, I figured maybe I had more pent-up lust than I'd thought. And it wasn't just any dream—it featured Yoo Seol-ah in her succubus form complete with a heart-shaped tail, whispering all sorts of filthy things. Naturally, I chalked it up to my subconscious running wild.
But then I woke up to that insanely intense pleasure, and the moment I opened my eyes, there she was—Yoo Seol-ah, slipping under the covers with a straight face to give me a blowjob. Any lingering sleepiness vanished in an instant. Well, straight-faced might not be accurate. Her cheeks were flushed bright red, whether from arousal or embarrassment. Probably both. But for someone supposedly shy, the way her lips worked my cock was aggressively eager.
"Ngh..."
As my mind cleared, the raw pleasure from my lower half hit me full force. I'd noticed it last time too—unlike her hips that bucked wildly out of control from the ecstasy, her blowjob skills were way beyond her experience level. She kept up that steady pistoning with her lips while her soft tongue slithered around like a living thing, lapping at every nook of my glans. It was already feeling dangerously good. And the whole scenario of being woken by head under the blanket? Pure filth.
"...What the hell... suddenly..."
"...Fwah... You were sleeping sooo soundly..."
I tried talking to pace myself, and thankfully, she pulled off my cock just enough to answer. Now it was obvious—she was embarrassed for sure. No one makes that face otherwise.
"...I've been waiting a bit, but you weren't waking up... And, well, you like this stuff anyway, right? Don't you?"
"......"
It was pitch black outside, so yeah, I'd slept a long time. She usually woke up before me anyway, so she might've been waiting quite a while. And getting woken by a blowjob? That's straight out of AVs and a ton of other media. Her words were trying to drag me into being her accomplice, and I couldn't exactly deny it. I just never expected it'd happen to me in real life.
But once I was fully awake and recalled the dream, something felt off. The image of succubus Yoo Seol-ah was etched way too vividly in my mind. I'd heard it's super hard to clearly recognize people in dreams. And more importantly, I'd never had a lucid dream in my life—yet this time, I knew it was a dream.
Succubi specialize in mental magic. Called dream demons for a reason, messing with someone's dreams probably comes naturally. Sure, she wasn't a full succubus, but she'd planted all sorts of fantasies in my head before, so it was plenty suspicious.
"Hey, did you mess with my dream or something?"
"......No?"
I didn't beat around the bush, and after an awkwardly long silence, she answered—with a voice that trembled just a bit. That reaction was answer enough, but I appreciated her denial anyway. For the plan I'd set up for this moment, it was better if I took control.
"...You were way bolder in the dream... Those lines you said."
"......"
Her eyes started darting wildly. One thing I'd learned from our first time: she wasn't incapable of dirty talk; she just held back. She'd gone all out this time, figuring I'd dismiss it as "just a dream."
"Still gonna deny it? That..."
"Uwaaaah! Fine, I did it—just don't say it out loud!... But how'd you even know?"
The surest sign was that I felt like I had some agency in the dream. Her words, loaded with intent to arouse me, could've been my subconscious sure—but putting it all together? She had to be involved. She'd obviously been experimenting with something new...
I explained, and she made an "oh crap" face. Her test spells had gaps; couldn't be helped since they were experimental.
"So what exactly did you do? Can you enter dreams?"
"...Kinda like sending an avatar...? No physical power yet..."
Thinking back, she hadn't touched me in the dream. The pleasure on my cock was from the real blowjob bleeding over. No point doing it in the dream when she could do it for real. Anyway, if her goal was to wake me up and get me horny right away, mission fucking accomplished.
"But you were that desperate? Even in my dream."
"I-It wasn't desperation!"
Looked desperate to me. Even on days her lust didn't explode, she wouldn't stop till she'd cum around ten times. What about now? I'd been planning for days how much effort it'd take to satisfy her in this state, so I seized her flustered moment, shoved the blanket aside, and sat up.
"Kyaa?!"
Then I scooped her up from my feet and laid her in the center of the bed. Just being under me made her twitch and roll her eyes around. She loved taking charge, sure—but her nature meant she felt it more when she was the one getting it. My stamina wasn't infinite; pure pounding would leave me drained. So my plan was to wreck her with foreplay first.
All I needed was a little justification to take over, and her little white lie from embarrassment was perfect. Her crotch wasn't soaked enough to change color yet, but sliding my hand there, I felt a slight dampness through her dolphin pants. Rubbing a bit harder, it got noticeably wetter.
"Hig?!"
Two layers of clothes and panties, and she was reacting like this? She was insanely sensitive right now. Leaving one hand between her thighs, I leaned down to plunder her naturally parted lips, lost to the pleasure.
"Mmph... Chuup... Chup..."
Pleasure hit me from both ends at once, and my mind went blank. I'd been a bit too provocative in Baek Sion's dream, playing up the unrealistic succubus look to throw him off. But why was he so perceptive... My plan to keep control until penetration? Total bust.
"Hngh?!"
Just kissing Baek Sion was mind-melting, but his long fingers kept stroking my slit—impossible to endure. It'd been five days since our first time with zero masturbation; I had no idea I'd be this sensitive. Even his gentle rubbing made my whole body tingle. Less than a minute in, I was on the edge—but his tongue kept ravaging my mouth, so I couldn't speak. All I could do was smack his shoulder. Didn't work.
A jolt shot up my spine to my scalp, and my hips bucked into the air on their own.
"Mmph♡?!... Ngh!"
Finally, he pulled back with surprised eyes, and I gasped for air, riding out the aftershocks. At this pace, I'd lose it completely.
"...Already came?"
"Eut!"
That's why he ignored my shoulder smacks—he didn't expect me to cum that fast? Shame flooded me, but his eyes were darkening with lust. He was blatantly sadistic; show weakness, and he got more excited. Nothing I could do about it.
With deft hands, he stripped off my dolphin pants, exposing my panties. Thin, plain white, no patterns. But they were so soaked, they weren't hiding anything anymore—I could tell without looking. I turned my head away from his blatant stare at the crotch, but he'd flipped a switch and was being downright mischievous.
He pressed a finger to my mound, peeling it away repeatedly, and a wet schlick echoed right to my ears. This drenched, with such thin fabric? My panties were probably fully wedged in...
"Haah?!"
That's how he zeroed in on my slit through the cloth so precisely. Cameltoe must drive guys wild—his exposed cock from earlier was twitching harder. Eyes gleaming with lust, he advanced on his knees, adjusting to insertion angle.
I'd planned a marathon today too, but my sensitivity was terrifying right now.
"...W-Wait a sec!... If you put it in now, I'll really...!"
"Not putting it in yet."
Instead of thrusting in, he pressed his cock right against my pussy. Even through the panties, the heat seeped through—and then he started grinding his hips slowly.
"Haaang?!"
Way more contact than fingers—especially when it grazed my clit, it felt like lightning. The position even tricked my brain into thinking we were already fucking. I preferred grinding masturbation anyway; to me, it was barely different from penetration. Just not putting it in didn't make it okay...!
He knew how sensitive I was today, yet here he was—slightly resentful, but with my brain melting from pleasure, my hips jerked sporadically. My body was beyond my control.