Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Dream (2)
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This is a dream.
I knew it was a dream, which made it all the more bewildering.
'No way. Why is Yu-ra completely naked in my bed?'
Could it be...
Because of what happened today?
If that's the case, shouldn't I be dreaming about going on a date with her instead?
'Hold on. That line about lying on her lap, and the way she's talking to me like I'm a child... No way...'
The porn videos I'd watched while researching women's tastes in this world.
Did those mix with today's events to create this dream!?
'A lewd dream, huh. Well, I haven't jerked off once since reincarnating.'
And my sex drive and erections are suppressed by hypnosis.
The pent-up desires snowballed with today's events, leading to this.
Maybe because it's a lucid dream, my reasoning is intact, and I grasp the situation in an instant.
"Not bad."
In reality, that might be different.
But in a dream, I can toss aside morality and ethics and indulge in pure desire.
And I do like her.
Maybe because it's a dream, the sex drive I'd sealed with hypnosis starts boiling over.
"Hehe, sis? Seducing me like that."
She really is older than me in reality.
I'm 22.
She's 25.
After always speaking politely to her, switching to casual speech like this feels deliciously taboo.
"I'll make you regret it."
I try to rush right over.
'What the—?'
I definitely meant to run.
But like when you fight or swing a punch underwater in a dream, my body slows down.
My legs slow as I try to run.
"Hehe."
And before I know it, I'm hugged tightly in Yu-ra's arms like a child.
She strokes my head as she holds me.
"Are you tired?"
"Yeah."
My body won't move.
Words start coming out on their own, and I can't control anything.
'It's a lucid dream! A lucid dream!!!'
Why did it suddenly turn into a regular dream!
My consciousness is still there, but I've lost control of my body, so in a way, it is a lucid dream.
"But this part's healthy."
With her other hand, Yu-ra gropes my lower body.
I've felt it for a while now, but my dick is fully erect, poking into her stomach.
Right, my consciousness is intact.
The sensations in my body feel real too.
I've just lost control.
'What kind of messed-up lucid dream is this?'
Dreams are dreams, after all.
Just moments ago, I was in her arms, but when I come to, I'm lying with my head in her lap as a pillow.
"If you sleep like this, your dick will hurt and you won't get good rest. So sis will rub it for you."
"Yeah."
Her fingers stroke the glans.
Starting from her index finger along the shaft, the other fingers slide down like on a playground slide.
A jolt of pleasure starts there, travels through my balls, and shakes me all the way to my tailbone.
"Ngh...."
"There, good boy? Just stay still. Sis will take care of everything."
With those words, Yu-ra gently wraps her hand around my cock and grips it.
Not too hard, not too soft.
With perfect control, just the right pressure to feel good.
'Urk!'
Every now and then, when she sweeps her thumb over the glans.
It's the most sensitive spot, where a wrong touch could turn pleasure to pain.
But she handles it just right, never hurting, always feeling good.
The Yu-ra in my dream is a pro at handjobs.
'Ah....'
This is definitely a lewd situation.
No matter my tastes, it's a woman I like giving me a handjob.
The pleasure rising from below stabs through my spine to my brain.
But I feel more than just sexual pleasure—a profound comfort.
'Breasts....'
Since I'm lying in her lap.
Her breasts come into view.
Even with my sex drive restricted in reality, I'd admired them many times—they're that beautiful.
If breast size indicates maternal love.
She'd surely be a madonna.
Those pretty-shaped, huge breasts expose their soft flesh, tempting me.
Does she notice my gaze?
Yu-ra smiles quietly and slowly brings her breast to my mouth.
Without any shy question of whether I want to suck it.
Like a mother offering what her child needs.
In response, I in the dream latch onto the luscious breast and its cherry-like nipple.
As I suck hard, sweet breast milk wets my mouth.
The comfort I'd felt moments ago was nothing.
An even deeper comfort and security make my body go limp.
'Is this... nursing play?'
It's utterly relaxing.
Even if the world ended right now, as long as I could stay like this.
I could die peacefully and happily, without a care.
'Kuh, now... almost....'
But the pleasure doesn't lag behind.
My cock, continuously stroked by her silky touch, grows even harder.
Soon, the entire shaft is consumed by ejaculation-like ecstasy, the pleasure dominating my lower body.
My lower half feels gone.
Like floating adrift in a sea of pleasure, a delightful buoyancy engulfs me.
"Are you about to cum?"
Still sucking on her breast, I in the dream nod.
Her hand speeds up, and the pleasure intensifies with it.
The climax I felt so long ago knocks on my mind.
'Just a bit more, just... a little... more....'
Yu-ra's soft, gentle voice burrows into my ear.
"Come on, let's rub rub."
With that voice, I...
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"Hngh!"
I jolt awake like I'd had a seizure.
The dream I just had lingers vividly in my memory, like it was real.
'A lewd dream... I've never had one before.'
I had them often in my past life.
But in this life, not once.
"Sigh, it's all that porn site's fault."
I must've dreamed it because I watched that stuff before bed.
I try to get out of bed, but feel a weird stickiness in my lower body.
I reach into my pants.
Something sticky greets my hand.
"No fucking way...."
The musky scent of night-blooming flowers.
Gelatinous white clumps on my hand.
I head to the bathroom, staring at the filthy aftermath.
"Wet dream, huh."
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I hand-wash the soiled pants and underwear.
Then shower off the semen that soaked my crotch and dripped down to my ankles.
I flop back onto the bed.
'Hypnosis is still active.'
The hypnosis restricting my sex drive to a normal level for men in this era and suppressing erections.
Plus the one calming my mind.
With both still in effect, why did I have that dream and wet dream?
'Because it's only level 1?'
I'd thought it was working fine until now.
But no matter how much I block it, if the desire builds too much, it breaks through the skill.
'It said it doesn't work on strong mental fortitude.'
Reality isn't a game; mental strength isn't a single stat.
Someone who shrugs off insults might cave to hunger.
Someone strong against hunger might falter to sleepiness.
'Sex drive is a form of mental strength too, huh.'
But why was the lewd dream from that rampaging sex drive...
Not to my tastes?
'Is my body into that?'
It's not a bad taste.
It's mainstream for men and women in this era.
And since my body is that of a man from this era.
Maybe that's why I dreamed it.
If I summed it up in one sentence.
'My mouth says no, but my body is honest,' right?
"I'm screwed."
They say the mind is influenced by the body.
It wasn't my taste, but even just a dream.
The pleasure and mental comfort buried me in bliss.
"If a dream feels this good, what about reality?"
It might only be a matter of time before I fall.
I imagine Yu-ra appearing just like in the dream.
As an S-Rank Hunter, she's incredibly wealthy.
Tremendous social status and fame.
And she'd treat me preciously, even handling nights like that.
"It might... be nice...."
Lazing around at home.
With a bottomless bank account, buying whatever I want.
Nights of pleasurable, comforting sex before sleep—a total NEET life.
"Ah, no! That's just a total loser!"
This damn body!
I almost fell for it.
The hypnosis wasn't me using it—it was this body!
"This is dangerous."
A few countermeasures come to mind.
First, Yu-ra likes melodom.
Less a countermeasure, more leaving it to luck, so there's nothing I can do.
Second, hypnotize her to change her tastes to mine.
Twisting her tastes for my desires.
Especially once sex happens and we're in love—that doesn't sit right.
Last, third.
Just give in to instinct and enjoy the new taste.
Once my mind adapts to the body's tastes instead of my own.
Like today's dream, my mind will assimilate, and everyone wins.
"Ugh...."
But Man's Pride won't allow it.
No, it seems half-okay already, but my stubbornness scrapes together to refuse.
"Sigh, no choice."
I go to the bathroom, look in the mirror, and add one more hypnosis to myself.
[No Succumbing to Male Depravity.]
The lingering aftertaste from the dream vanishes clean away.
This should do it.
It does, but just like how my body's sex drive broke the hypnosis in the dream.
This new one might get pierced in real action too—不安 surges up.
"In webnovels, strong negations always become foreshadowing and come true...."
Yeah.
No.
Reality isn't a webnovel, so no way.
"No way... right?"
Better study.
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"Sigh."
Choi Yu-ra tossed herself onto the bed, her red hair whipping around.
On weekends, Yoo Jun-hyuk doesn't work, so she skipped the cafe and lounged like this.
But his face floated clearly in her mind, making her chest ache.
"I miss him...."
She already knew where Yoo Jun-hyuk lived.
It's near the cafe.
And whenever he got off work, to protect him from possible thugs.
She always secretly tailed him.
"...It's not a bad thing."
Sure, it's stalking.
But like white lies in the world.
This is good stalking.
"Jun-hyuk is too defenseless."
Even if men are rare and women treat them gentlemanly.
The world is wide, full of perverts and criminals.
She couldn't openly say she'd protect him—before even dating, he'd think she was clingy.
So she had no choice but to tail him secretly.
"Right. No choice."
As she rationalized it to herself, she recalled what a colleague said today.
-There's a simple way to check if it's mutual interest when you're in the talking stage with a guy. Just ask him on a date. If he likes you back, he'll say yes. If not, no.
"A date...."
Her close colleagues already knew she was in the talking stage with someone.
From her changed behavior, to bringing guild food to Jun-hyuk every time.
Too many witnesses, and her increased smiles made it easy to guess.
"A date... will he say yes?"
Choi Yu-ra fidgeted her feet.
As if resolved, she fiddles with her smartphone.
"Alright. I'll ask. So where should we go?"
As she eagerly searches for date spots.
"Fuck, fuck, you bitch...."
In a dark room, a woman gnaws her nails at the monitor.
The screen endlessly loops an interview video she's seen hundreds of times.
[My life's too precious to waste on basement-dwelling virgin losers jerking to defeat.]
"Fuck!"
She slams the desk.
The cat mask on it bounces up and falls to the floor.
[Keep scratching your rotting cunts, leeching off your parents till you pathetically age and sicken alone in some forgotten room, dying lonely.]
The video ends and rewinds, playing again.
Staring with hollow eyes, she steels herself with mutters.
"Defeat jerk? Lonely death? You bitch!"
Hunched on the chair, she rocks back and forth.
Then, a smartphone notification—she checks it.
[Go Jin-yo, your channel's dead. Stop posting Choi Yu-ra hate vids? She doesn't even care anyway.]
"Fuck...."
She hurls the phone onto the bed.
"S-Rank or whatever. Everyone has a weakness. If not her, family or friends. Or...."
She stops gnawing her nails and closes the video.
"I hope she has a secret boyfriend."
She reaches out.
No keys pressed, but a complex window appears, text auto-typing.
Soon, cityscapes flash and vanish repeatedly on screen.
"I'll watch. Just slip up once. The moment you do...."
Countless CCTVs in the city.
Finally, screens from CCTVs around Millennium Guild appear, and it stops.
"I'll make you regret those interview words."