Chapter 140: Submission 1
Chapter 140: Submission 1
In the central plaza of the city stood a pristine white fountain.
A plaza vast enough to swallow a crowd, dominated by that immense fountain.
From it, roads and estates sprawled outward like a spider's web.
A city designed around a monumental fountain — the sight was genuinely beautiful.
It felt like staring at the backdrop of some game that had bottled up every gorgeous vista a fantasy world could offer.
The silence only deepened the effect. The city lay utterly still, empty of people, exactly as you'd expect from a place that existed inside a dream.
Yeah — empty of people.
'More work for me...'
The dream city was, literally, nothing but a shell.
The great fountain stood bone-dry, without a drop of water in it.
A long avenue lined with what looked like market stalls held row after row of empty counters.
The oversized manor — maybe city hall — was naturally just as vacant.
And seeing the city in that state stirred something deep in my chest.
It was part of the process, I realized — a Dream Demon simply understood how to revive the place.
Including the fact that The Incinerating Tyrant wanted to see it brimming with life again.
Not that I minded.
Maybe it was the treasure itself — the one that could manifest an entire city inside a lucid dream.
My magical power, already plentiful, had grown denser and far more immense.
If I had to put a name to the feeling, it was like an RPG character suddenly unlocking a side system — a domain to rule, a farm to run — and reaping the bonus stats.
With the obvious catch that the to-do list got longer alongside it.
I wasn't making the RPG comparison for nothing.
I summoned my magic and drove it straight into the fountain.
More precisely, into the gem embedded in its central statue.
The moment it drank deep of a Dream Demon's power, the parched fountain gushed forth. It wasn't just the fountain, either. Everything in the city reacted to magic.
"Constellation, is this...?"
"Give it a try yourself."
A tall lamppost I'd infused with magic flared white in the middle of the day. The signs at what looked like a transit stop, the lights inside the buildings — the whole city began greedily drinking in a Dream Demon's power.
"It needs more magic than I thought."
"Yeah. Don't push yourself too hard."
So this was why other Dream Demons invited people into their personal dream realms. Kim Ha-eun and I could manage it only because our reserves were unusually deep. Anyone else would have had to bring in a crowd and take magic from them a little at a time.
We headed for a large building, watching the city slowly wake with every step we took. The grand road off the fountain plaza led to an opulent, sprawling manor. The rest of the city had a modern aesthetic, but this place looked ripped straight out of a fantasy setting. I had that thought as I forced magic into the iron gate at the entrance and pushed it open.
Once we stepped inside, the impression shifted hard.
It was a manor from the outside, but the largest room made me hesitate over whether to call it a mayor's office or a control tower.
"This is... kind of like a video game."
"Yeah..."
Maybe it was a generational thing. Kim Ha-eun, who'd spent her life buried in books, murmured under her breath at the sight. I hadn't expected a giant holographic screen either.
Was it because The Incinerating Tyrant came from a sci-fi universe?
Inside the vast chamber of a manor that could have housed European nobility, a classical chandelier coexisted with sci-fi machinery.
A holographic display of the city. Icons that lit up when I fed magic into the screen. No matter how you looked at it, the whole setup screamed something like City Tycoon.
"Want to sit here and give it a try?"
I guided Kim Ha-eun into the oversized executive chair, then laid a hand on her shoulder — I needed to funnel magic back into her, since I was currently holding most of hers.
Her response was immediate.
"Y-yes—!"
She jolted as if I'd just tased her. All I'd done was put my hand on her shoulder and push magic in, and yet the scent of a female in heat suddenly hung thick in the air.
'I never pictured myself as this kind of Dream Demon...'
When I first became a Constellation, I'd imagined something fearsome — a nightmare-wielding horror. But looking at my track record, I'd somehow turned into a lecher who just specialized in making women feel good.
Her pale body slumped back against the chair. Arms going limp, head lolling — and in contrast, her thighs clamping tight with tension. I'd noticed it before, but why did a simple magic infusion provoke this reaction?
'Did I mess with her Origin?'
The only thing I could guess was that draining her magic had touched her Origin. Beyond that, I had no clue. Patients and other Incarnations were perfectly fine when exposed to my magic.
If every healing session sent people into heat, the Academy's medical ward would've turned into a nightmare. Mass estrus, hundreds of people, men and women alike.
Even a Constellation couldn't just shrug that off. No — because I was a Constellation, it might be even worse.
The Constellation of Estrus and Orgies. The thought alone made my spine crawl. If the internet immortalized me under that title, I'd probably bury myself in my Sanctum out of sheer humiliation.
Something warm pressed against my fingertips. She didn't quite dare do anything to my hand directly, so she was rubbing her cheek against it. The way she pushed her face into the hand on her shoulder looked exactly like a big cat asking for affection.
At the same time, I felt hot breath against my wrist.
"......."
She gazed up at me, exhaling heat. She didn't have the nerve to pounce on her Constellation, or even to ask for anything outright.
Then again, it hadn't even been a month since she'd gotten punished for a major screw-up.
I let my hand slide, answering that burning gaze. Toward the valley of her chest, already slick and damp with heat.
"Hnnh—"
Sweat-slick skin softly wrapped around my fingers. Maybe it was the face — flushed like she was in heat, the little nasal sounds escaping every breath — but I could already feel the blood rushing south for no good reason at all.
One hand on her chest, the other feeding her magic. Her body was unmistakably heating up, yet because I'd given no command, she stayed limp and twitching. Watching that passive, almost masochistic display stirred something dark and lecherous in me. Couldn't help it.
'How long can she hold out?'
Instead of a gentle, gradual absorption through the skin, I drove the magic in deep and sharp — like an injection.
"—!"
A swallowed gasp that didn't even become a scream. The sound of breath catching in a throat echoed through the quiet office.
When I glanced down, her pants and the chair underneath were already a soaked mess. Her head had drooped forward, freeing the hand I'd placed on her shoulder.
I reached out, caught her chin, and gently lifted her face. Her violet eyes blinked sluggishly — she hadn't passed out. They were clouded with bewilderment, as if the pleasure was something she still didn't know how to process.
"So. How do you feel?"
"I, I'm not sure mysel—?"
Then an answer needs to be beaten into you.
...Wait, no. That's not right.
Her eyes flew open as her dazed reflex-answer caught up with her. I hadn't taken her magical talent — only her magic itself — so she noticed the power gathering in my hand at once.
"Uhm— C-Constellation?"
Her lovely violet eyes were a churn of hope and fear.
Sweat-damp hair clung to her forehead. Without seeming to realize it, she stared up at me, lips and the skin around her mouth wet with saliva. Seeing her so obscenely disheveled — it'd take a eunuch to resist. I reached my other hand toward her opposite shoulder. Both of us knew perfectly well that the shoulders weren't the final destination. I settled both hands there and let them drift downward, toward her chest.
'This chair's too big. Annoying.'
The oversized executive chair was getting in the way. The backrest was so huge that I couldn't reach her properly from behind — I had to stretch awkwardly from the side.
Kim Ha-eun must have noticed, because she staggered upright. At the same moment, I heard it — a soft drip-drip near my ear.
I caught her before she could flush for a different reason, turning her around.
Seeing her sway, pulled along without resistance, I briefly considered sitting in the chair and making her kneel in front of it —
'She really drenched it.'
I had zero desire to sit back down on that damp seat. Instead, I simply leaned my back against the wall and pressed down lightly on her shoulders.
She took the hint instantly and sank to her knees. Hard floor, uncomfortable position — none of it mattered to her. She wrapped her arms around my thighs and slowly rubbed her cheek against my groin.
I'd taken my hands off her chest, but the magic flow was still connected. Through the fabric of my pants, I felt a slick, feverish warmth. A man in his prime pops a stiffy for no reason at all — put a moaning beauty grinding her face into your lap, and it's pure biology.
"Ah... is it really okay? Using someone like me...?"
But Kim Ha-eun, raised in a gender-reversed world, seemed to interpret things a little differently.
She'd hidden the truth to gain an advantage. She'd deceived her Constellation as his Incarnation. And as a woman, she'd deceived a man.
By either relationship — Constellation-Incarnation or woman-man — she probably thought forgiveness wouldn't come easily.
Maybe, to her, this felt like reconciliation sex. She pressed her cheek to my thigh like a puppy waiting for a treat, staring up at me. Meeting that desperate gaze, I gave a small nod.
At once, lavender hair replaced lavender eyes in my field of vision, and from below it came the zzzip of a zipper. A moment later, hot breath seeped through the last thin layer of cloth.
Even then, she looked up at me again — even while shoving my underwear aside with an air of determined frustration.
"Go all the way."
"Yes—!"
The reply didn't last. Something hot and wet had already closed around my cock.