Chapter 126: Discipline 3
Chapter 126: Discipline 3
Kim Ha-eun's slick, wet tongue rasped across my thigh.
She didn't look like a woman drunk on pleasure — more like a stray cat so parched it's lapping at a rain puddle. Unfocused eyes. Slack-jawed mouth. Even when I tapped her forehead with my fingers, she didn't flinch. Just kept licking.
I'd seen that look before in my previous life. Not often, but a few times. Exactly the face of some junkie strung out on god-knows-what they'd scored.
'Ah, hell. What's wrong with her now?'
It had been maybe ten minutes since I'd torn through her Origin and blocked her magic absorption. Nobody's eyes glaze over and brain fries in ten minutes. Sure, Dream Demons live off magic power and vitality, but they aren't so fragile that ten minutes is all it takes to snap their minds. Nobody in the world starts a diet and collapses from starvation ten minutes in.
If magic depletion could flip someone's eyes and drop them in ten minutes, then what about Lee Ha-rin, who'd burned through stamina and magic performing that ritual? She would've gone cross-eyed and clung to me a hundred times over by now on the training field.
Which meant this reaction was...
'Not a metaphor. She's actually addicted.'
Kim Ha-eun was genuinely poisoned on magic power.
Being gifted didn't make you knowledgeable. Just because Kim Ha-eun had more raw talent than me didn't mean she knew more about Dream Demons. Lucky for me, I still had the knowledge The Incinerating Tyrant had handed me across two separate occasions.
"Constellation, please..."
I ignored Kim Ha-eun's desperate pleading and fished through my memories. Knowledge of the Dream Demon's Origin came flooding in, stabbing at my temples and the bridge of my nose with a sharp headache.
The Origin is like a heart. Every Dream Demon has one. If the Origin breaks, the Dream Demon dies.
So what about Kim Ha-eun, carrying an incomplete Origin? Unstable — like someone with a heart condition. That assumption made her obsession with magic power click into place. She talks about getting stronger to avenge her parents, but maybe, on pure instinct, she senses she'll die if she doesn't do this. She's got the talent to feel it even without the knowledge.
So what I had to do was simple: stabilize Kim Ha-eun's Origin. And in exchange, I'd claim her absurdly bloated magic reserves for myself. That overgrown magic pool of hers was a direct result of her incomplete Origin, anyway.
"Stay still."
"Y-yes—"
I let go of the chain, and it clattered to the floor. Even so, Kim Ha-eun's head crept closer, inch by inch, as if the chain meant nothing.
My focus was elsewhere entirely.
How do you make an Origin whole? The answer was simple. This was a dream. Dream Demons are a species of dream, and I was a Constellation who handled dreams.
'Before... I grew by consuming another Dream Demon's Origin.'
Whether it was magic power, fragments of Nightmare, shards of Origin — in the end, they were all beings born from dreams, shaped by will. Similar enough you could practically label them Magic Type 1, Magic Type 2, Magic Type 3.
That was why I pictured modeling clay in my mind. A bit crude, but the only thing I'd ever shaped with my own hands was the clay I'd messed around with back in elementary school.
"Give me... magic. Give me... essence—"
I moved her Origin to repair it the same way I moved magic power. I had the knowledge; experience, not so much. I was concentrating hard when something suddenly bumped my knee.
I looked down. Kim Ha-eun's fever-hot hand slipped right into the loose leg of my shorts. Her fingers brushed past my knee and headed straight for my underwear without a moment's hesitation.
'Can't exactly scold her for this...'
Scolding, getting angry — that only works on someone in their right mind. You can't talk sense into a woman so far gone she's licking your pants. If she were licking bare skin, it'd at least feel suggestive. But she was working over the thigh of my shorts. Was this a side effect of me jabbing at something as vital as a heart on a whim?
Yeah, tricking me and treating a patient like a magic charging station was irritating, but this fried-brain state was my own screw-up. Nothing to be done about it.
I shifted to get up and take my pants off—
"I'm sorryyy!!!"
—and she apparently thought I was leaving. Tears streaming, she grabbed the crotch of my pants and hung on. I was wearing loose shorts, so I didn't bother holding them up. They scraped down my thighs and came straight off, my underwear caught inside them and dragged along with them.
"...?"
I let out a deep sigh and sat back down. Immediately, a hand wrapped naturally around my upright pillar. The word "wait" must have stuck somewhere in her brain, because she froze right there in that position. Whether it was from magic depletion or just reacting to my magic power, her scalding-hot body heat sent an involuntary rush of blood downward.
She saw it. The sound that followed was a dog panting in heatstroke.
It was absurd. But I was also worried that making her wait any longer might genuinely wreck her mind, so I gave her a faint nod. The only reason I was letting this slide was her talent. If her mind broke, what use would talent be?
"Th-thank y—"
She didn't even finish before shoving her face down. The sight was deeply unsettling. Even while I kept jabbing at her Origin with magic power, she was so fixated on my cock that nothing — not prodding at her soul, not tearing through her magic — drew a single reaction.
Shaping clay. Firing pottery. That was the sensation as I gripped the soft, squishy frame of her Origin and tried to compress it. But the ticklish pleasure climbing up from below made it hard to focus. Still, I had to do it. What choice was there? Better than repairing a shelter through pain and hunger. I fixed my thoughts and concentrated.
The room filled with nothing but wet, slurping noises.
Absorbing Kim Ha-eun's overflowing, excessive magic power into myself — quality aside, the sheer quantity alone rivaled the Instructor's. A woman with innate talent, backed by a Constellation, training for over ten years. No way that was going to finish easily in a single day. Thank god I at least had the ability to convert existing magic into my own, even if I lacked the talent to gather it. Otherwise I would've ended up dumping all this magic into empty air.
'Still, this tickling pleasure's probably gonna slow things down.'
Because at some point she'd switched from burying it deep in her throat and gulping to licking it flat with the tip of her tongue like she was eating ice cream. The head and the balls tickled soft at the same time — I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or just a weird itch.
At the same time?
"Hm...?"
I brushed aside the hand blocking my view and pulled back the magic power around me. Two heads. The Instructor, who should have been curled up in the corner of the floor, was right here.
"Hah, am I that pent up? Having dreams like this."
She grumbled, but her tongue didn't stop. Just kept poking and prodding at the tip.
Our eyes met. I caught a fragment of her thoughts.
'Ah. Right. This was the Instructor's unconscious mind.'
Kim Ha-eun had infiltrated the Instructor's unconscious under the pretense of tending to a patient, using her Authority to copy sword talent while resolving the qi deviation. It had been going on for about a week now — apparently her reason had somewhat returned. But she didn't have a Dream Demon's talent, so she had no idea this was a lucid dream. No memory of the qi deviation, either. Probably just thought she'd gotten worn out from training and was having a naughty dream.
"Ugh, no time to meet men, stuck among soldiers doing nothing but swinging a sword... no wonder I'm having dreams like this."
The Instructor's tongue poked at the tip of my glans, cautious, full of curiosity. And Kim Ha-eun's mouth, knowing full well she'd done wrong, had been pushed aside and was now wrapping around my balls, panting and heaving. Warm. Wet. A ticklish, electric interference kept rolling in from both sides.
"...Jesus. Really."
"Oh, feels good, looks like."
I started to say something, then sighed and let it go. She mistook the sigh for a sign of pleasure and got excited, poking at me with her tongue again.
I had no idea how to explain this situation. Actually, you've been suffering from qi deviation. This is a blended space between your unconscious and my Incarnation's. This isn't a dirty dream you're having — it's an exchange of Origins between two Dream Demons, and you just barged in on it on your own.
Was she still half-asleep, or had her mind not fully returned? The Instructor's pupils were drowsy and unfocused. She wasn't going to understand any of that.
"Haa. Kim Ha-eun. You and I will talk when this is done."
I let out another sigh and got back to work.
Maybe she hadn't completely lost her reason — Kim Ha-eun flinched and trembled, glancing between me and the Instructor. Then, as if trying to coax me, she started rolling my balls around inside her mouth.
It didn't feel bad.
A pale face with soft purple eyes, gazing up at me desperately. And the Instructor — small, delicate features, cute and compact — half-drunk on sleep, full of mischief, licking at my glans with her tongue.
Was there any man alive who could stay angry in a situation like this?
'Not "wanna touch your chest?" but "want the two of us to suck you off?" — that's where we are right now.'
I slammed magic power into the Origin that had been collapsing like pudding, shaping it into something closer to jelly. Now came the next step: hardening that jelly into something firm as candy.
"Whoa — wh-what the—!"
With that thought, I didn't hold back the rising climax. I came.
I'd meant from the start to use Dream Demon essence as material to work on her Origin. The Instructor yanked her head back hard the moment she saw the surge of semen.
'Physical fighter and all, I guess — fast as fuck.'
Even though her tongue had been poking at the tip, the semen never touched her face — she'd already jerked back the instant I released. Kim Ha-eun filled the empty space, taking the semen, the Dream Demon essence, all over her face.
"Wow. Was this what I wanted? Voyeurism? Netori?"
The sight of her ideal man tangled up with another woman. The Instructor muttered to herself in horror, mistaking this for one of her own kinks. But I couldn't explain all the nuances right now, so I just kept manipulating the magic power.
Kim Ha-eun sucked greedily at the tip, gulping down Dream Demon essence like she was chugging a juice box. I drove that essence straight into her Origin as it entered her body.
Just because I was a Dream Demon didn't mean I knew how to handle an Origin perfectly. Everyone has a heart — that doesn't make everyone a cardiac surgeon. But as a Constellation, I could at least provide the framework for my Incarnation.
What I imagined was a caramel-filled candy. Then I shifted the thought slightly — a hollow glass marble. Filling the inside would be Kim Ha-eun's job.
"Ah, seriously. What kind of dream even is this..."
I did my best to ignore the Instructor as she surreptitiously slipped a hand toward her own crotch. I finished the work on Kim Ha-eun's Origin and let the dream dissolve.
Praying desperately that when this dream ended, the Instructor wouldn't retain a single memory of it.