Dream or Reality? Laila's Unleashed Cravings
Dream? Reality? Hmm. Let me think about this. I was so exhausted that I'd tossed Laila onto the bed I'd found deep in the cave and crashed out, only to wake up staring right into her face. She mumbled something like "it's a dream" and started masturbating...? 'Has to be a dream.' I was on the verge of drawing the same conclusion as her. Honestly, if this wasn't a dream, what the hell was it? But my back, still scorched and stinging from the explosion's aftermath, ached fiercely, and my replication power—drained bone-dry from overuse—screamed that this was real.
Which meant there was only one conclusion. 'My condition must've been worse than I realized.' Laila's state under the succubus's influence was far graver than I'd thought. 'I figured as long as she could still cast magic, she had enough rationality left to be okay...' Apparently, the succubus's power was even more insidious than I'd imagined. It hadn't affected me much, so I hadn't given it proper thought. 'Though I wasn't totally immune—I got pretty aroused and hard... So what's the cutoff?' Maybe it stopped right at the edge of doing me real harm? If my replication power instinctively blocked it before it could... Nah, save the ability analysis for later. Right now, something way more pressing demanded my attention!
Snap! His eyes flew wide open, desperately trying to etch the scene before him into his brain. Laila's flushed face twisted in pleasure as she let out moans, awkwardly pinching her own nipples with her fingers. Then there was the sight of her hand stroking her soaked pussy over her stockings, which were now too drenched to serve any purpose. This was the real Laila—vibrant and alive in ways my replicas could never match—masturbating right in front of him.
"Hng... ahh♥"
Was she still convinced this was a dream, like she'd muttered earlier? Treating me, wide-eyed and watching from inches away, as just some background character in her fantasy. She chased her pleasure relentlessly, ignoring everything else. It was a sight no one could call normal... but...
Throb♥ One thing was crystal clear: it was making him insanely hard. Staring at Laila, he swallowed dryly, his cock stiffening rigidly in his pants. It wasn't the mind-warping effect she'd fallen under, but after inhaling that succubus's pink mist, he'd been left with a simmering arousal. And as the succubus had pointed out, he'd been holding back his urges for days, obsessed with perfecting Laila's replicas to savor later. Now here she was, putting on this show right in front of him...
'Fuck, this is turning me on so bad.' Laila shamelessly exposed her most private parts. Still lost in her "dream," she ignored Yuseong like he was set dressing, surrendering fully to her lust. But a hint of frustration crept into her expression. Unlike before, this level of stimulation wasn't cutting it anymore. Her ignited body craved more.
"......"
Yuseong watched, utterly entranced. Then...
Slide♥ Following his instincts like he was possessed, he slowly reached out a hand toward Laila. Toward those breasts she was "fondling"—which to his eyes looked more like gentle caresses.
And then...
Squeeze!!♥♥ Heart pounding, he gripped her breast hard, just as his body demanded.
'Ah.' His body had moved on autopilot, without a single command from his brain. The realization that he'd laid hands on the real Laila—not a replica—froze him solid. But...
"Ahiiik!?♥"
The rough, calloused hand suddenly squeezing her soft breast—nothing like her own tentative touches—sent Laila writhing in ecstasy. It scratched an itch she'd barely acknowledged, delivering a wave of pleasure that made her moan sweeter than ever.
"Hngh♥...?"
She glanced at him with a flicker of confusion, then after a beat of silence, dropped the hand that had been working her breast. And...
"More... touch me more!"
"...Huh?"
"Hurry up! Do it like before!!"
Her face twisted in desperate, lust-driven need, she commanded him—treating him like a dream puppet she could boss around.
Yuseong hesitated for a split second. Then...
'Fuck it. She asked for it.' He shoved future consequences aside and surrendered to the moment's desire. If shit hit the fan later... well, he could blame the succubus's power too. Yeah, that worked. It'd be weird if he was the only one unaffected, right? So he'd play the victim. Perfect.
Pinch!!♥ Rationalization complete, he grabbed her breast more boldly and tweaked her nipple. Those voluptuous tits he'd felt through replicas...
Thump♥ Thump♥ But now he felt her heart pounding wildly beneath, and sweat trickling from her overheated body into her cleavage only amplified their allure.
And...
"Hnnngh!!♥♥"
The myriad expressions no replica could mimic. Laila's face shifted endlessly with every move of his hands, delivering satisfaction beyond compare. Her usual lofty pride—worn like armor for self-defense—stripped away, leaving only raw, primal womanhood. As female, as mate, excused by the convenient lie of "it's a dream."
Knead♥ Squeeze♥ Reveling in her reactions, Yuseong savored the unforgettable texture of her bare breasts, toying with them like tactile playthings. He'd swirl rough fingers around her nipples, then cross his hands to tug her tits in opposite directions. He'd torment the tiny bumps along her erect buds, or pinch hard like milking her.
"Hngh..! Hah...!♥"
Each time, Laila moaned honestly from her lips while her freed hands tormented her drenched pussy.
Squish♥ Squish♥ Of course, her "torment" paled next to what he inflicted on her breasts. She hadn't even stripped off her soaked panties or stockings—just pressing desperately over them. Even in her "dream," muddled by the succubus's lingering yin energy, some unconscious taboo held her back.
'Can't hold back anymore.' The warm, yielding flesh under his palms was driving him mad. One hand kept groping her breast as the other tugged down his pants.
Pop♥ His rock-hard cock sprang free with full force, flooding the air with the thick, musky scent of aroused male.
"Hoo...♥ Sniff...♥ Hm?"
The pent-up aroma hit so hard that even Laila—lost in mindless masturbation—turned her head at the scent.
The instant she did, her eyes locked onto his glistening tip. A spark of clarity flashed in her pupils, freezing her solid.
"...Ah..? Uh...?"
The bed, her vulgar self-pleasure, even Yuseong dutifully groping her at her command—all dismissed as dream until now. But this... too real for fantasy. More ferocious and massive than anything from her books. The throbbing veins, the unique musk—it shook her dream-conviction to its core. But...
Grip!!!♥♥ As if to snap her back, Yuseong pinched her nipple harder than ever. Her mind blanked white, eyes rolling back as she climaxed in ugly bliss.
"Haaaahhh!!♥"
That syrupy moan—unthinkable from her own lips—drowned her budding doubt. 'Dream... it's a dream...' No way was she acting like this slut toward that Yuseong guy, begging him to grope her tits while moaning like a whore. Reaffirming it as dream, she mind-controlled herself. Then thick curiosity bloomed inside—her latent interest in Yuseong twisted by feminine novelty in this "first."
No hesitation in a dream. So...
"Bring... that thing. Over here!!"
Toward her "dream creation" Yuseong, she commanded "it"—that dark-red, long, thick monster—closer.
It was a dream, after all. Her dream puppet had to obey.
(Of course, Yuseong was flesh-and-blood real, but her demand fueled his own lust perfectly.)
Slide♥ ".....!!" He brought his jutting cock right to her face, as ordered.
She'd demanded it, but the real thing up close made her gasp, eyes widening as she inhaled deeply. But the cave's succubus-tainted air mingled with the cock's potent musk assaulting her nostrils.
"Sniiiiff....♥ Hooo...♥♥♥"
Up close, every vein and ridge mesmerized her, fogging her near-awakened mind. The sweet-salty, addictive stench made her body react on instinct.
Drip♥ More slick gushed from her pussy—already so flooded she risked dehydration—while her abused nipples hardened further.
"Ngh....♥"
Yuseong held still. He'd merely presented his rigid erection as she'd asked. That alone had her inhaling deeply, face glazing over as her pussy-rubbing hand sped up. Then...
"...Gulp♥"
She swallowed hard. The girl who'd never lost composure amid her master's delicacies now drooled over a "gross" cock. A flicker of hesitation rose—but "it's a dream" washed it away.
...Lick. Her clean pink tongue slipped from between glossy lips. Slick with saliva, studded with neat papillae, it extended toward the object before her.
Slurp♥ ".....!!" "....!!"
Laila shivered at the contact, Yuseong from the dizzying thrill of haughty Laila willingly licking his cock. Her—the arrogant bitch—tasting his addictive flavor.
Slurrrp♥ Her tentative laps at the glans grew bolder. From pokes to full licks. She'd pull her tongue back, savor the taste inside her mouth, rewetting it with spit.
Slurrrp♥ Lick♥ Thanks to Karen's upscale inn, his cock was pristine—now ravaged by Laila's tongue. The opposite of his usual solo sessions with motionless replicas. Now she worked eagerly while he stood still. The novelty thrilled him. Grab her hair and throat-fuck her? Or see how far she'd go? Both urges warred.
...Schlurp♥ As he pondered, Laila—licking experimentally like a curious cat—parted her lips wide. Her neat teeth gleamed, tongue pooled with frothy saliva, hot breath wafting as she bared her mouth's depths. And...
"Hmph♥."
"....!!!!!"
She engulfed his cock in her wet, hot mouth.