Chapter 200
Chapter 200
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Sleep Talking
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'Let's compromise. I've got my own life to live, and jerking off like this just feels wrong.'
[Can't you just slip out?]
'You've seen it before... You know I can't escape this thing...'
All my past attempts to wriggle free had ended in failure.
*Swish...*
It was just a tight hug right now, but the moment I tried to pull away...
*Crunch!*
'Urk...'
The embrace suddenly tightened with ferocious strength, yanking me right back into her arms.
My own strength wasn't enough to break free, so I had no choice but to settle back down obediently.
But this wasn't some conscious act—it was unconscious sleep-talking. There was no way I could escape without waking Master.
So why not just wake her up?
"...Master. I really need the bathroom—could you let go...?"
"...Drool..."
Once she was out, she never woke easily.
In the end, whenever she pulled me into a hug like this before sleep, we stayed locked together until morning.
Does it have to be tonight? You really want me to jerk off in this position?
[It's what you promised, Hero! I trusted you, got myself all warmed up without even peeking, and now you've gone and made this mess!]
I did promise, but there are always variables in situations like—
[Quiet! If you don't properly take care of this tonight, forget the shop or whatever—I'll enforce the contract as is! No summons, wipe out all your items, and wait with my ears shut until you scrape together 10,000 points!]
...I'd walked right into my own trap.
I'd held her lust hostage, and now I had to deliver properly...
Damn it, what do I do?
Masturbating like this was pure insanity.
I was plastered right up against Master—how was I supposed to stroke myself in this state?
It was a disaster from every angle.
But blowing it off meant beauty traps like this would never work again...
M-Maybe I could do some ASMR for you instead? That should be enough...
That was when it happened.
"Mm..."
*Flinch!*
Master let out a soft moan and shifted her body. Instinctively, I squeezed my eyes shut and pretended to be asleep.
W-Wait, why did I do that...?
She wasn't even sitting up or saying anything, so why pretend?
As I pondered that, a strange sensation rippled through my body.
Because I was nestled against her, my side-lying form flipped onto my back against the bed, with Master now straddling me.
'...?'
It felt off, but nothing alarming yet.
Just some tossing and turning in her sleep—could happen anytime.
But what came next shattered any calm I had left.
*Swish...*
'?????'
Before I could react, my pants and lower half were already stripped bare. Naturally, my cock sprang free, exposed to the cool air.
This could turn into a catastrophe, so I hurried to move and pull my pants back up...
I-It's not moving!
With our size difference and me pinned underneath, I couldn't reach.
No choice but to calm my mind as best I could and focus on not getting hard. Too late for that, though.
'...When did this happen?'
My mind couldn't keep up—my cock was already rock-hard and throbbing.
Real panic surged up my spine, flooding my body.
This was dangerous. Deadly serious.
If Master shifted even a little, it'd brush her thigh or pelvis in seconds.
*Drool...*
I had no idea how her sleep-talking had escalated this far, but it had to stop now.
We were one breath away from crossing the line.
'...But something's weird.'
Sure, I'd rolled in the sheets with plenty of women back in the secular world, but was I really this starved to get fully erect around Master so fast?
I'd seen her as a woman once, and traces of that lingered even now, but this felt wrong.
My body reacted like it was used to her, as if we were already lovers...
But the next sensation cut that thought short.
*Rub...*
*Twitch!*
It had just grazed me.
Judging by the texture, probably her thigh.
W-W-W-What do I do...?
If Master woke now, I couldn't even imagine her reaction.
[...Gulp.]
The Saintess had gone silent, but I had no attention left for her.
My head was a whirlwind: How do I escape? How did it come to this? What if she wakes? Should I wake her now? No? Yes? Chaos reigned.
And then the moment arrived.
*Prod...*
"...!"
The tip of my glans had just brushed something.
In this position, only one body part could produce that sensation.
W-Wait, no way—this can't be real. No one's sleep-talking leads to this...
*Slide...*
'Eeeeek...?!'
It was swallowing me.
Not a sudden thrust, but like a snake devouring prey—her pelvis descended slowly, inch by inch, her folds engulfing my cock.
'Engulfed' was the perfect word for the sensation.
'Urghhh...'
It was tight yet yielding, not harsh—precisely stimulating my weak spots like a gentle hand squeezing and milking me.
As if we'd done this countless times before.
Her inner walls molded perfectly to my shape.
'Ahhh...'
That tender squeeze traveled from tip to base, fully burying me to the hilt...
*Spurt! Spurt!*
'Blugh...!'
My cock erupted immediately, spewing semen as if that was its sole purpose.
Like it belonged there. Like cumming inside was its job.
It didn't care that we'd just inserted—it unloaded right away.
Her pussy writhed alive, wringing out every last drop.
And with that, my mind snapped back.
C-C-C-Creampie...?
I was so flustered the words barely formed.
Creampie inside Master?
This crossed the line by miles.
Sure, I'd harbored feelings for her, but that was separate from this.
Especially since we weren't together—this was just a sleep accident.
'...Accident?'
Did accidents include stripping your disciple's pants, mounting him, and taking a creampie while sleep-talking?
This wasn't some succubus assaulting me in her dreams...
*Prod...*
'...Huh?'
Why wasn't she pulling off?
One creampie should satisfy her, right? Why keep going...
*Slide...*
Ah, pulling out now.
Her hips rose, my cock slowly withdrawing.
I figured it was over and started worrying about cleaning the creampie mess—but that thought got cut short too.
*Slam!*
"Urk!"
Her hips, nearly fully withdrawn, plunged back down.
Caught off guard, the moan I'd been holding to fake sleep burst out.
And I knew exactly what this meant—my body had learned the hard way.
...No proper sleep tonight, huh.
For a good while after, I kept getting buried inside her, pumping out load after load.
The good news? She was asleep, so the movements weren't too wild.
The bad news? Just being inside triggered orgasms—her pussy was legendary.
Even tumbling with Dang Ayoung never felt this perfectly fitted. Something was off.
Her walls truly contoured to my cock's shape.
p>Heavenly compatibility like soulmates, maybe...
But for that to be with Master—practically parental to me—what was I supposed to feel?
*Thud...*
"Hah..."
After an eternity of torment, her sleep-talking finally stopped, and she collapsed. Only then could I release my stifled groans.
How many times did I cum...?
I'd lost count midway—maybe nearing ten.
The thought made me chuckle bitterly.
Not even awake, and her unconscious self milked me ten times?
Straight-up succubus.
A-At least I'm out...
Secondary concerns aside—cleanup first.
I was the victim here, but if Master woke to a pussy full of cum, who'd know her reaction?
We'd crossed the line already, but...
'...Next time, properly awake.'
I didn't want it like this.
Would've been better if I'd been asleep too.
'...Gotta sleep separately from now on.'
This time I was awake for damage control, but if we were both out cold next time? The fallout would be unimaginable.
Anyway, now seemingly satisfied and no longer clinging, I slipped from her arms, cleared my throat awkwardly, and shifted my upper body toward her lower half.
Feels sleazy, but after full penetration, this was fine.
How much cloth to grab? How much cum on the sheets? I glanced down—zero mess.
I double-checked, disbelieving. It was like the semen had evaporated—no trace anywhere.
"Oh, right—the Saintess, what about..."
[Th-This time, I'll call it even!]
"...?"
No clue what that meant, but somehow, it was resolved.