Chapter 104: The Dream Demon's Work 2
Chapter 104: The Dream Demon's Work 2
The bathroom was thick with the carrot scent of the body wash, but neither of us paid it any mind.
We were seated facing each other on a bath chair I'd conjured with my magic power.
Crouched there, leaning forward—not the most comfortable pose, but who cared?
Han Ye-ji's foam-slick hands were working my cock so fast they made soft, sticky little sounds.
A woman's hand—nothing like a man's. Smooth, utterly different.
And with all that slick body wash lathered on thick enough to squelch, a strange pleasure climbed straight up my tailbone.
I wanted to savor the soapy service. My ass clenched and my cock twitched as I held back the building pressure.
"Feeling good?"
Han Ye-ji smiled smugly, clearly picking up on my body's honest reactions.
That quiet, preening look was cute, but I'm not the type to sit back and get toyed with, so I reached out.
The bath chair was low, and Han Ye-ji's real height topped my elf-form's. With her leaning in toward me, her legs had no choice but to fall open.
I stroked her thighs, still warm from the bathwater.
A body that had soaked in the hot water long past noticing the time. When I pressed in with my fingers, they sank in like kneading sticky dough.
She let out a sweet, startled moan—she hadn't expected me to touch her.
Her hands sped up. She clearly planned to finish me off with a handjob and move on fast.
Pleasure slammed in like waves hammering a seawall, a shivery sensation crawling up my spine.
I could've held out to the bitter end if I wanted to, but there was no need.
Just as unresponsive women get labeled frigid and pushed aside, this world doesn't think much of men who don't come, either.
"I'm getting close..."
"Mm, it's okay."
At my murmur, Han Ye-ji started rotating her wrist.
The simple up-and-down turned into a twist and press—kneading me from different angles.
The unfamiliar stimulation sent my release surging forward. I let go downward.
Legs spreading wide to either side, a sudden, hot gush of semen.
In a bathroom filled with the fresh, green scent of body wash, a sudden sweetness bloomed.
Wait. Is that my come?
The Unfading Giant Tree's body had smelled like flowers. Looks like mine gives off a fruity scent.
I wasn't the only one who noticed.
Han Ye-ji brought her hand—messy with suds and cum—discreetly toward her face and sniffed.
"What are you smelling that for?"
"Hehe, I was just... curious about the scent..."
She looked like she'd stick her tongue out next if I let her, so I gave the thigh I'd been stroking a light smack.
She laughed sheepishly and rinsed the suds and semen away with the showerhead.
I took the showerhead from her and washed off the remaining foam myself.
Her body was well warmed, we'd gotten each other lathered up, and I was ready to move on—
But doing it standing up in here... that's a little awkward, isn't it?
The bathroom was narrow as it was. Even sprawling out somewhere was tricky.
It'd have to be the toilet or the tub. I glanced over at Han Ye-ji.
Our eyes met. She immediately grabbed a towel and started drying my hair.
Right. She'd wanted to actually wash me—she hadn't planned on fooling around in a cramped, uncomfortable bathroom.
Once we were roughly dry, we headed back to the bedroom.
Walking out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around the waist—that felt novel, apparently. She broke into another little giggle.
Watching that pale, bare bottom sway in front of me, I was tempted to pounce before we even got the door open.
But if her little brother came home in the middle of that, it'd be chaos.
I slipped through the door and stretched out on the bed right away.
The damp, warm female body immediately draped over me like a blanket.
Her still-wet hair cascaded down, settling across my skin.
The heat of the bath and the scent of shampoo blended pleasantly, warming the whole room.
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At Han Ye-ji's place. In the Academy temporary sanctum. Inside my Incarnations' lucid dreams.
A debauched life, drunk on women—what can I say? This is what a Dream Demon is.
It's all tied to my growth.
It might look like pure indulgence, but my magic power has expanded enough that I can now handle a far wider range of Nightmares.
"These are the monsters that invaded the Eastern Continent last time."
"Mm. Yeah, they look the part."
If I can pull out the traumas of patients who've come to the Academy, my progress is undeniable.
Seeing the phantom of that huge, squirming, nauseating tentacle monster really drives home how far I've come.
At first, it was just a chihuahua-sized thing. Now I'm handling tentacle monsters the size of cargo trucks.
Watching the tentacles writhe brought back memories of the mutates from my last life—
except the tips of these tentacles were shaped like rippling sea anemones.
If I'm being generous with the metaphor, sure, sea anemones. Put bluntly—
"Yes, it's the specimen that raided a military base, dissolved the female soldiers to absorb as nutrients, impregnated itself with the men's seed, and mass-produced spawn. Fortunately, the Sword-Severs-the-Yoke Incarnations were passing nearby and repelled it without major casualties, but..."
"Not zero casualties, I take it."
"Correct. A considerable number of patients were hospitalized from the psychological shock."
—put bluntly, an onahole tentacle monster that rapes men.
The Academy might look utterly peaceful, but outside the continent, it's always a warzone.
Monster attacks are as routine as neighborhood gossip.
That's one reason I steered Han Ye-ji toward the police instead of the military.
Kim Ha-eun pulled a black, viscous clump of magical power from a man hunched in a wheelchair, his face shrouded by a black veil.
From the man-raping tentacle monsters to self-detonating creatures that spew acid gas when they burst, to colossal human- and animal-type monsters—
data on the invaders of all four continents piled up steadily.
Someday my Incarnations, especially Kim Ha-eun, might head to the battlefield. It pays to know.
While I was inspecting those alien monstrosities, Lee Ha-rin approached with a bundle of documents and made her report.
"Ah, the Academy has also sent another gift."
"Stack it in the Sanctum, somewhere out of the way."
I heal their Incarnations, I gather monster data for them, I even hand over burnt-offering sacrifices and rare items.
From the Academy's perspective, I must look like the goose that lays diamond eggs.
Thanks to that, my temporary sanctum is turning into a warehouse.
"What's this one?"
Cosmetics, perfume, handkerchiefs, men's accessories, tailored suits.
Small stuff like that, I didn't mind.
The trouble was the offerings from a few arts-related Constellations with oversized taste, oversized budgets, and oversized scale.
I should've guessed when I saw the raw materials they'd dedicated for my Sanctum's construction.
This is a world where people use chunks of gold bigger than a human body.
"A statue sent by the Hand that Carved Stars as thanks. And from Humanity's Last Hymn—"
"That hymn is... a little embarrassing. Tuck it in the deepest part of storage and never take it out again."
Throw in something like a fantasy-world aristocrat's sensibilities, and truly mortifying objects started arriving as gifts.
Not figurines—statues. I mean a 1:1 scale, solid-gold statue of me, carved in exact likeness.
At least if it's 1:1, it could be worse.
An Academy official, wanting to thank me for my efforts, actually asked what I thought about erecting a five-meter statue in front of the treatment hall. I was speechless.
Who raises a statue of a living person—not even dead? But here, people took it as perfectly natural.
Constellations whose influence converts directly into magic power and points—they must love having statues raised in their honor.
Some minstrel types are even composing songs about me. I listen and want to shrivel up and disappear.
The struggle I had stopping Lee Ha-rin from secretly snagging the piece titled "Hymn of the Sacred Dream"—
She was enjoying a song in praise of me, her own Constellation, more than I was.
Why am I the one who has to bear all the embarrassment?
I know bards sing songs extolling heroes, but never once did I imagine I'd be the subject.
And I can't exactly force the Incarnations of music and art to stop making music.
I cooled my reddened face with the air-conditioning and sorted through Nightmares.
No matter how much I've grown, I'm not like Kim Ha-eun—I don't overwhelm things with massive magical output.
So I had to copy the manageable ones, one by one.
Inside Kim Ha-eun's mana veil, there were pterosaur-type monsters zipping around like fighter jets
and snake monsters the size of subway trains tunneling through the earth,
but those were beyond my handling for now.
I tamped down my greed and messed with the weaker monsters, treating it like magical training.
If I keep growing like this, I should be able to craft a perfect heart for Loyal Fang too.
It hasn't even been months—barely one—and Kim Ha-eun's talent already has her wrangling giant monsters.
Watching her ride a creature that's practically a fighter jet... I've got no words.
Still, she's my Incarnation. What's the problem?
What's scarier is that even with talent like that, she says she can't dare claim to be "the world's best."
There are people who outstrip her—countable on one hand, but they exist.
I swung my magic power inside Kim Ha-eun's mana veil, the sensation like plucking individual threads from a great curtain.
Her innate talent was an enormous boon to my growth.
Maybe she knew I was advancing by leaning on her magic,
because instead of the giant monsters, the easier ones began swarming out of the mana veil toward me.
Serving a Constellation weaker than herself with utter sincerity—this really is a peculiar world.
Maybe I lived too long in a place where a single can of food was enough to get a knife in your back, leader or not.
Sometimes this blind loyalty felt less like something impressive and more like stepping into an unknown I couldn't fully comprehend.
And so, with Lee Ha-rin and Kim Ha-eun's help and the Academy's all-out support, the time passed.
