Chapter 119: Leash 2
Chapter 119: Leash 2
Perched on the edge of the bed, leash in hand, a thought blindsided me.
"This isn't... because of me, right?"
The creeping worry that Lee Ha-rin had ended up like this because of the Dream Demon's magic.
Her chest swaying beneath her robe with every little movement,
skin as pale as the fresh white bathrobe she wore,
those narrow eyes curving into a soft, silent smile.
Compared to when we first met, her appearance had transformed so drastically it was startling.
The cadet with the cropped hair and skin faintly tanned from parade-ground drills was nowhere to be found.
All that remained before my eyes was a woman whose gaze dripped honey.
"Her chest got huge."
I watched her breasts swell, her skin turn pale, breath coming hot as the pleasure mounted—those thoughts flickered through my head again.
Had the magic power that could warp a human body this much wormed its way into her mind, too?
"The Dream Demon's magic turning someone into a degenerate... though looking at Han Ye-ji, maybe that isn't it?"
My thoughts landed on Han Ye-ji.
My first Incarnation, who'd lived as a girl head of household and knew nothing of dressing up or luxury.
Her skin and figure had changed quite a bit too, sure.
Appearance-wise, from a plain convenience-store part-timer to... the kind of part-timer who'd set the internet in XX-dong on fire?
[My Constellation? Did I do something wrong...?]
I'd been deliberately thinking about something else, avoiding her eyes to resist the pleasure the Dream Demon's magic brought, and a dejected voice rang straight through my head.
"It's fine. It just feels too good—nnh—"
I glanced downward, and the climax I'd been holding back surged up hard.
A beautiful woman wearing a dog leash, on all fours, pressing wet kiss after wet kiss to the head of my cock—the visual stimulation jabbed at my brain like a hole punched through a dam.
Ever since I got this Dream Demon body, I'd never bothered holding back my orgasm, but now that I was fighting the pleasure, Lee Ha-rin had panicked, thinking it was her fault, and now she smiled softly.
On all fours between my legs as I sat comfortably on the bed,
oblivious to any ache in her knees, she sensed my approaching climax and sucked harder, noisily.
In the end, I couldn't hold back the rush and filled her mouth.
"How am I supposed to hold that back—"
Her lips gleamed as she swallowed the semen without a moment's hesitation.
Then she kissed the tip of my glans one more time, drawing it out,
and with more wet, smacking sounds, worked her way down my thigh, lower.
"It really might be because of me."
Some people are satisfied once pleasure is met,
but others want something stronger, don't they?
Han Ye-ji was the type who settled in,
and Lee Ha-rin was the type who sank deeper.
And the fact that she still kept a grip on her self-restraint—that chilled me in a whole different way.
"Did it... feel good?"
Lee Ha-rin kissed the tip of my foot and asked, still on all fours.
If I said I was satisfied, she'd get up, clean me off, and leave.
Let's think about this the other way.
You get serviced thoroughly by her mouth, send her off using nothing but her tongue,
and then stare at the naked body of a beautiful woman moaning through her climax—and you stop without inserting?
"Absolutely impossible."
So I pulled the leash without a word and guided Lee Ha-rin up.
Thinking to myself that her ability to drown in desire and still never step outside the bounds of "service" was genuinely remarkable.
If she'd shown me something that remarkable and praiseworthy, didn't she deserve a reward?
"It felt good, but I'm not satisfied yet."
I didn't let go of the leash, shifting back until I was fully on the bed, and Lee Ha-rin, drawn naturally by the leash, crawled up after me.
The tug of the leash against her neck should have been uncomfortable,
but the eye-smile settled into her narrow eyes showed no sign of fading.
Lee Ha-rin, who had crawled on all fours from the floor to the bed, crept closer.
With the Dream Demon's magic still lingering on the tip of her tongue, she looked ready to bury her head in my crotch again in the name of service.
But what I wanted to see now was her falling apart, not receiving more service.
"Get on top. You move."
I cut in first, the words tossed out as I tugged the leash lightly.
Her gaping robe barely clung to the tips of her breasts—an obscene sight.
Between the folds, her slick, wet vulva came into view.
"Seems like you're thoroughly prepared?"
Lee Ha-rin, who'd been getting ready for insertion, let out a deflated moan just from the brush of skin—"hyeong."
"Yes, ah-hyeong—"
We hadn't even started yet. I wondered what was wrong with her, then saw the pale violet magic pulsing in her lower belly and understood.
"She's still inexperienced, huh?"
The magic was writhing, thrashing just beneath the skin.
Of course, Dream Demon magic, and only a trace amount at that—even thrashing around, it wasn't going to cause anything catastrophic.
At most, it'd just amplify her pleasure out of control, like it was doing now.
"Hhut—I-I'll begin now..."
This was, to the very end, service.
Lee Ha-rin spoke politely, voice trembling, as if she couldn't let go of that thought.
My cock twitched on its own at how vulnerable she looked.
As if taking that as her cue, her pale ass—not so much grinding as quivering faintly—slowly descended.
"Hh, hhuu—"
Familiar and yet alien pleasure.
Feeling sensations from a lucid dream here in reality left me briefly disoriented.
Beyond my vision, which was hazing over drunk on pleasure and magic,
I could see the magic in Lee Ha-rin's lower belly spinning around and around, like a hypnotic spiral.
"Ugh, dizzy..."
※
Fortunately, Lee Ha-rin didn't go around wearing the dog leash on a daily basis.
Instead, she wore a black fashion choker.
Maybe it was because of the gender-role-reversed world?
Even with a choker that at a glance looked like a leash,
the other people at the Academy—especially the women—paid zero attention.
Whatever fashion some chick was wearing, they didn't care.
"Haha, Master. What do you think of this disciple's sword?"
"Good, very good!"
So, it had felt like some massive event had occurred,
but daily life rolled on unchanged.
"Master, which direction shall we head today?"
"A support request came in from the east-southeast stronghold."
I'd wake up in the morning, quickly tend to the regular patients,
and after lunch, I'd draw a magic circle and enter the dream of The Sword That Severs the Yoke.
Drawing the circle and offering sacrifices to let my magic seep in turned out to be useful—
with each passing day, I could move more freely within my female disciple's dreams.
[So, how is it, Constellation?]
[It's progressed a little further than yesterday.]
And one more thing.
That leash Lee Ha-rin gave me was a more impressive magic tool than I'd thought:
even inside the female disciple's qi deviation, I could communicate with her.
I watched the backs of the master and disciple as they left again and sat down on the wooden veranda of the house.
An Eastern-style mansion with a well-kept, immaculate garden.
The interior was packed with the sort of ceramics you'd see in a museum.
Of course, sightseeing was only good for a day or two—I'd already looked around five times, so I just sat there blankly, staring up at the sky.
"The story feels like it's advancing, but also not."
After the first day, then the second, then the third, today was already the fifth trip in.
With each passing day, the story I could observe grew longer.
The first day, I'd seen them flying off in a helicopter.
The second day, I'd seen the two return from the helicopter and cross swords as they organized their enlightenment.
The third day, I'd watched them genuinely celebrate the pale blue flame flickering at the tip of the female disciple's sword.
The fourth day, I'd seen them board the helicopter again, faces tense, heading somewhere.
Was watching the same memories over and over supposed to be entertaining?
Please, just let there be some clue to the cause of the qi deviation when they come back today.
Each ritual offering let me see two or three days' worth of memories.
If this was a year before the qi deviation, that meant I'd have to do this shit a hundred times.
No matter how much my magic was growing inside here, I had no desire to repeat this a hundred times over.
Still, since this space was similar to a lucid dream, I decided to at least gather magic and settled into meditation.
Even if the magic was tangled as a skein of thread, I could still increase its volume.
Training alone with my magic in a silent, empty space—now, at last, it felt real, like living in a fantasy world.
Eyes closed, I moved my magic and exhaled slowly, looking up at the sky, the clouds.
When the brilliant blue sky began to stain the color of sunset, I heard the thud-thud-thud of helicopter blades.
"Can I leave now?"
Before the helicopter even landed, the two of them would hop down.
Then they'd clean the blood off their swords and chat—how's the blade, the way of the swordsman, and so on.
I figured the same thing that had repeated four times already was about to repeat again—
"Hold him down properly!"
"Ghuk—sh-should we tie him up?"
Today was a little different.
I heard the commotion and shot to my feet on the veranda, watching the situation unfold.
The first figure I saw was The Sword That Severs the Yoke.
Obvious as it was, she was spotless—not a scratch, not a speck of dust.
The next thing I saw: female soldiers in navy-blue uniforms.
They were shielding something with their bodies, and some were approaching with belts and rope.
"Ki- kiyaaaahk!"
And past the soldiers, the female disciple.
Gone was the confident, clean look from earlier in the day—
she'd reverted to the wild-eyed lunatic I'd seen at the Academy, thrashing as the ropes bound her.
"We'll take our leave, then."
"Yes, return safely."
The female soldiers saluted with grim faces and departed in the helicopter.
Now, outside the gate, only two remained: the female disciple, rolling on the dirt ground in a frenzy, and The Sword That Severs the Yoke, watching in tight-lipped silence.
"If that's the case, how am I supposed to find the cause?"
If the trigger for the qi deviation wasn't this mansion but the battlefield,
this wasn't a problem I could solve by sitting here, was it?
Just as I thought that and tapped the wall that kept me from leaving with a little pulse of magic—
Fwaaak!
The sound of a leather drum bursting rang out.
Like taking a baseball bat to a punching bag,
or accidentally dropping a sack of rice.
I turned my head, wondering what the hell was going on, and the scene before me was brutal.
"Huu, it's my fault. My fault."
"Ki- kiyaahk?!"
What I saw: the female disciple smashed against the wall.
Caked in dirt, she was shrieking, kiyek-kiyek.
And before her, The Sword That Severs the Yoke, untying the scabbard from her waist and hefting it like a club.
"To fall into qi deviation. It's all my fault. Even so, that a tender-hearted child would raise a sword against civilians... I was too soft in her training."
The sword—no, the scabbard—split the air like a club.
It swung with the same eerie, near-invisible speed as Kim Ha-eun's cat—"hwoong, hwoong."
The speed was staggering, as if to declare that the sparring they'd occasionally done in the yard had been child's play.
Even concentrating magic into my eyes, all I could see were afterimages branching out in multiple directions.
"Her body is sturdy, so this much should be fine. Child—even if the heart demon tempted you, there are lines one who has taken up the sword must never cross."
The cloud of dust split in half, and then half again.
It scattered, bouncing off the air, plastering itself onto the female disciple's body as she ricocheted off the ground and walls like a rubber ball.
A savage spectacle—even butchering a dog on the hottest day of summer would've been less violent than this.
Forget her elegant, slender actress-like impression—
what stood before my eyes right now was a swordswoman enraged for reasons all her own.
"Fuck, so this is what Medieval Land is like?"
A resident of a world where discipline through violence was normal and murder was routine.
That was The Sword That Severs the Yoke, native of a xianxia realm.
The reason the female disciple in the throes of qi deviation had been so unnervingly docile
wasn't that she sensed bloodlust—it was knowledge her body had learned through instinct.
That wasn't a fact I'd particularly wanted to know.