Chapter 103: The Dream Demon's Work 1
Chapter 103: The Dream Demon's Work 1
Each time I licked the upper curve of her breast, Han Ye-ji's tongue flicked against my ear in return.
On the computer screen, two women were holding a random viewer poll over their preference for chicken drumsticks versus breast meat, but neither of us paid it any attention.
"You look wonderful like this, too..."
A tiny voice spilled out on a breathless sigh, tickling my ear.
The chair was spacious for a home desk chair—roomy enough for two to sit together—but cramped for moving around. Neither of us made any move to leave it. I twisted, writhing against her. This boy's body was impossibly flexible, nothing like a hulking mass of muscle. I settled my rear onto her thighs and wrapped my legs around her waist like a koala clinging to a tree.
Maybe that was why the sensation of her belly pressing firmly against mine felt so vivid.
With the self-assured smirk of an Incarnation and a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, she lazily stretched out her arms and pulled me into a full embrace. My face ended up buried in her chest, which gave me a very clear read on the situation.
'She's definitely bigger.'
Her breasts hadn't been small before, but I didn't remember them being large enough to completely smother my face like this.
Even in a reversed world, a woman's intuition apparently remained intact. Her whisper brushed my ear again.
"My little brother's heading out to play soon... I'd like to wash up a bit. Get the grease off."
The quiet voice was loaded with emotion. The strongest note was pure, unhidden anticipation. The breathless excitement was unmistakable even in a whisper. I could read her expectations from her voice alone without even dipping into a Dream Demon's powers.
A bath, huh. She wouldn't try to drown herself like Lee Ha-rin, would she?
"So, will you wash me, too?"
"Yesss~"
Her eyes crinkled up at the corners the moment she answered, like a puppy offered a favorite treat. We held each other for a while, sharing warmth and twisting together like snakes. The broadcast on the computer had long since ended, the screen gone black, but neither of us reached for the mouse.
I nipped at her ear with my lips, stroked her hair, traced slow lines down her back. She buried her face against my chest, licked my pale skin, slipped a hand between my pants and the chair. We stoked each other's heat in small degrees, waiting.
"Hey! I'm going to see my friend!"
BANG—!
The younger sibling didn't wait for a reply and clearly didn't expect anyone to see her off. She slammed the front door behind her. Han Ye-ji took that thunderous noise from beyond the bedroom door as her starting pistol and shot upright. The princess carry that followed came as naturally as breathing.
'Or would that be a prince's carry here?'
The little details kept catching me off guard—even the fact that kids here yelled for their dads when they saw a ghost. This world was different right down to the fine print.
In front of the bathroom, the door hanging slightly ajar, Han Ye-ji nudged it open with her foot and carried me inside. I'd assumed she'd set me down out there, but no—she waited until we were fully inside. I'd asked her to wash me, so I figured I'd let her help a little. Curious to see how she'd react, I lazily raised both arms, the way a small child asks to be undressed.
"Mm..."
Maybe it came from her time as the eldest sibling looking after a little brother. Without hesitation, she tugged my shirt upward and peeled it off.
What emerged was an elf's body. Not the sharply defined six-pack musculature of a human form, but a frame strung with subtle, elegant muscle.
'Does it shift slightly from the elf baseline?'
A different reaction from the Unfading Giant Tree, who took a somewhat youthful look for granted since elves didn't age. Though, to be fair, Han Ye-ji probably figured a middle-schooler's body would feel a little criminal. So the me in the bathroom mirror looked more like a petite high schooler—not a cute boy, but a figure balanced on the border between adolescence and young adulthood.
Seeing Han Ye-ji's visible relief, I couldn't help a quiet laugh. She'd stripped my shirt without a flicker of hesitation because I'd made it look like I wanted help, but my face still read as young while the body underneath definitely didn't. That distinction mattered to her.
I hadn't grown taller, and my face hadn't changed. My gently curved eyes had tilted upward just slightly, and the lingering baby fat on my cheeks had melted away, revealing a sharper jawline. The elf race was so physically refined that those small shifts alone had transformed my whole impression.
While I studied her desires through the mirror, her hands moved to my pants. My usual shorts, since a Clone felt neither heat nor cold. The beltless shorts and underwear slid down together without resistance.
Instead of undressing herself next, she turned on the bath tap and pulled the showerhead from its cradle above the sink. It was a standard apartment bathroom: one tub, one showerhead mounted above the sink. A two-person household in a world like this wasn't about to own a luxury mansion. Two siblings with an average age of twenty wouldn't bathe together either, so the tub was subtly undersized.
The one unusual feature was that both the tub and the sink had their own showerheads, so you could run the bath and wash up at the same time. Han Ye-ji fiddled with the lever, making tiny adjustments until the water temperature was perfect, then pressed the showerhead against my nape and shoulders.
"Not too hot?"
"Just right."
A Clone's body didn't feel cold or heat, but it could register comfort in a muted way. The sensation of warm water cascading down my nape, across my back and chest, came through clearly.
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The tub was a little small for two. My visual estimate had been dead on. After a quick rinse with the showerhead, I sank into the hot water with a splash. I would have preferred to pull Han Ye-ji into my arms, but the height difference reversed our roles. She probably felt uneasy about the idea of squashing her Constellation anyway.
Warmth wrapped around me, and the soft pressure of her body traveled from my heels up through my rear to my nape and the back of my head. Drowsy and deeply content from the pleasant heat, I let out a long, slow breath and leaned back against her. Her pale arms reached around from behind and kneaded gently at my forearms.
'Looking at her now, she's really changed.'
The bright bathroom lighting made her skin look even fairer. She'd started out with the typical sun-kissed complexion of the Eastern Continent, but now you could easily mistake her for a Western Continent mixed-blood. Not a blemish in sight—impossible to reconcile with the image of a teenage girl juggling part-time work as the head of her household in a gender-reversed world.
Those flawless, pale arms scooped up the tub's warm water and worked it into my shoulders and forearms.
"Should I run more hot water?"
"No, this is perfect."
There was only one thing wrong with this blissful moment: the position. This was Han Ye-ji's position for holding me, not one that let me touch her. No matter how flexible an elf's body was, I couldn't exactly reach behind my back and caress her with my arms bent backward.
So I used a thread of magic power to shape something like a bath stool and slipped quietly out of the tub. Being able to pull objects from dreams—not just nightmares—was genuinely convenient. It wasn't like a family apartment bathroom would come with a bath stool.
I dropped onto the stool without ceremony and conjured a second one in front of me.
"Right. I'll wash you. Ah—do you hate carrots?"
"The smell isn't... too strong."
Han Ye-ji squeezed out a generous dollop of body wash—some eco-friendly brand with a carrot on the label, though I had no idea what that was supposed to signify. She rubbed her hands together briskly, but without a shower loofah, there wasn't much foam. Her slick, slippery palms approached me instead. Her hands were still warm from the tub, so the body wash didn't feel cold.
Like the showerhead earlier, she started at my shoulders and worked her way down my arms. Her soft fingertips pressed and kneaded the muscles of my shoulders and forearms with a massage-like rhythm.
We sat facing each other on low bath stools, her arms extended. If I really wanted to tease her, I'd turn around, ask her to start on my back, and draw things out slowly—but the Clone's duration was too limited for that. I filed the slow-play idea away for the real body back in the Temporary Sanctum and parted my legs instead.
After an hour of being fondled and stroked while cradled against a soft woman's body, blood rushing downward was the most natural thing in the world. Han Ye-ji's eyes, which had been meticulously avoiding my nipples up near my chest, snapped straight down. I chuckled at her transparent desire, and she laughed back, a little embarrassed.
"Don't you think you should wash lower down, too?"
You'll be using it soon enough.
Before I'd finished speaking, her hands skipped past my stomach and landed on my thighs. They slid inward with the smooth, natural motion of a swimming snake, gliding across skin toward my groin. The slick, clingy sensation of her palm—a completely different texture from a tongue or dry hand—wrapped around the shaft.
"Your skin doesn't feel irritated, does it?"
"The lather's a bit thin, but it doesn't hurt."
She'd been a little worried about using body wash as lubricant, always double-checking. Sometimes she forgot that my Clone didn't really register pain or overwhelming sensation. My answer set her at ease, and she began moving her hand up and down.
Elf body or not, I wasn't hairless, and that was where the lather finally started to build. Did she find the sight of the bubbles foaming up against my pubic hair erotic? Her face flushed a deeper red now than when she'd first grabbed hold of me.
Schlick, schlick—her hand moved faster, gradually picking up speed. Tiny soap bubbles popped between our faces. She seemed to realize only then that she'd been leaning further and further forward. Her eyes went wide—hah!—and I leaned in toward her, toward lips that were now glossy not with chicken grease but with the steam of the bath.