Chapter 141: Submission 2
Chapter 141: Submission 2
Back in my old life, I once stumbled across a bit of useless internet trivia: men are visual creatures, women respond to auditory stimuli. Something like that.
Total garbage, obviously—but the fact that my brain was fishing it up now, scrambling to distract itself from the pleasure flooding my senses, told me exactly how thoroughly she was sucking me off.
An eerily dizzying pleasure.
Sure, my own hand didn't even compare, but she also felt better than any woman I'd ever been with in my previous life.
'This is fucking dangerous...?!'
In the space of a gasp, white light flared behind my clenched eyelids.
I'd lasted longer than a cup of instant ramen, but it was still way shorter than my usual. I'd spent so long boasting about my boundless stamina, never once holding back, and here I was—finishing in a time so pathetic it was embarrassing.
"Hah... Did you enjoy it?"
I looked down through the afterglow. Kim Ha-eun was pressing her lips together with a wet smack.
Her pale-purple eyes, hazy with a raw, lascivious heat, were watching me—eyes brimming with a need she hadn't yet satisfied.
Meeting that gaze, a crucial realization finally clicked into place.
The Dream Demon I'd pictured was Freddy Krueger. The main villain from those old horror flicks, the Nightmare on Elm Street series—the guy whose whole gimmick was making things that happen in nightmares happen in reality. A nightmare-themed monster who collected victims and used them as his pawns.
So what about Kim Ha-eun?
Han Ye-ji and Lee Ha-rin had been influenced by my Dream Demon mana, sure—their chests got bigger, their skin clearer—but that was where it stopped. Kim Ha-eun, though? When I touched her Origin last time, didn't I end up turning her into a full-fledged Dream Demon?
'What kind of Dream Demon did she imagine?'
A shiver crawled up my spine as she brought her lips close again. How do I put this? That feeling when you realize a predator has its eyes locked on you.
If Kim Ha-eun had evolved into the kind of R-18 Dream Demon that otaku culture had dreamed up, then my so-called boundless stamina wouldn't mean a goddamn thing. She'd just wring me dry forever.
Reversed gender roles or not, a man has his pride. I refuse to lose to a woman in bed—I will not end up pinned underneath.
Luckily, I had one very effective weapon.
"Then, again—eep?!"
Just as she started sucking again with that natural, greedy rhythm, I loaded my fingertip with a thick burst of mana and jabbed her forehead.
She crumpled, unable to endure the denser dose. Even then, her mouth clung to me like a puppy who refuses to let go of a tug toy.
Belatedly, it hit me: if she flinched in surprise, she might bite down. As an avatar, I wouldn't feel that particular agony, but still—the image of my lower half getting crunched between human teeth? That's the kind of nightmare no guy can even joke about.
I steadied my chest, chilled in a different way, and looked down at her. Her lips twitched with disappointment.
Earlier, she'd jolted like someone getting tased every time I hit her with mana. Now, she barely flinched. Her thighs were still clenched tight, glistening with arousal, but she was clearly acclimating to the pleasure the mana delivered.
'This is actually starting to feel dangerous...'
What good was boundless stamina against an opponent with just as much endurance? And the pleasure I chased wasn't just about emptying myself. The mental satisfaction came from watching her blush and tear up—from seeing her shame at being so thoroughly, one-sidedly dominated by her male Constellation.
I'd thought about it plenty of times. If all I wanted was the physical release, I wouldn't have stopped at a few Incarnations. I'd have rounded up every pretty woman, dragged them all into the dream world, and built my own harem kingdom.
While that thought was still rattling around, Kim Ha-eun—mouth now full of semen and mana—glanced at me furtively, one hand still wrapped around my cock, and poked at a hologram interface with the other.
"Shall we continue?" she asked.
"What is that?"
"I believe they're the robots that manage the city."
Did Dream Demon talents influence dream-city management, too? Before I could figure it out, she tapped the hologram a few times and began pumping mana into the city, summoning all sorts of things.
One hand gripping a man's cock, the other working a sci-fi hologram. It was a scene you wouldn't even see in a high-concept porno.
I decided to relax my hips and just watch. As she kept stroking me—way too skilled to dismiss as "just a hand"—I released semen and mana, which she immediately put to use.
'What am I, a goddamn mana dispenser...?'
Pleasant as it felt, this was seriously surreal. Her eyes stayed glued to the hologram, one hand flying across it, while the other kept endlessly—indefinitely—jerking me off.
If that word "robot" hadn't snagged my curiosity, I'd have pinned her down and punished her on the spot.
A few minutes later, the door burst open with a clang. An empty city, nobody here but me and Kim Ha-eun—so who the hell was coming in? I turned my head. A robot. A real robot.
"Severe contamination detected. Initiating interior cleaning service—"
Not a humanoid android. A can-shaped robot straight out of a kids' educational cartoon. Tank-tread legs like a bulldozer. Stiff arms ending in pincers and cleaning tools instead of hands. Barrel body, head a chunky monitor.
'Not even a sleek robot silhouette, let alone human.'
Through the wide-open door, a deep humming filled the air. One cleaning robot per room, apparently—or maybe there were hallway and window units, too. A whole formation of them, advancing in ranks.
Of course "city management" wouldn't stop at a single mansion.
As if to confirm my guess, the noise outside the window swelled. Monitors with rocket engines buzzed through the air; four-legged robot dogs trotted through alleys instead of tanks on treads.
Before the mana infusion, the city had been a quiet fantasy town. Now it was a sci-fi setting ripped from a preschool learning series.
"Uh—Constellation?"
"What?"
While I watched the robots' march, a light touch brushed my thigh. I turned. A neatly tidied chair awaited me.
"I, I think I'm a little short on mana..."
I dropped awkwardly into the chair, pants still off. Not a dignified sight, but my sole audience gazed at me as if even this were adorable.
It felt like less than five minutes since I'd looked out the window—barely ten. The robot had already finished cleaning and slipped out without my noticing. Impressive specs for such a clunky exterior.
I let my mind wander to stall, and her flushed face crumpled closer to tears. Same as before: I was tormenting her by making her wait. Only this time, it wasn't her upper lips drooling. It was the lower ones.
"Is that really all?"
"......"
Her waist, which had been inching down, froze in place. She couldn't beg—she felt too guilty for that. But she was too pleasure-drunk to just stop and leave. All she could do was hover right above me, teetering just before penetration, and hope I'd show mercy.
I half-expected her to move on her own, but her slender waist stopped dead. Afraid I'd be angry if she gave in to desire and moved without permission, she was burning what little mana she had left just to hold herself suspended in midair.
"...If I take over managing this city, will you reward me?"
Her trembling voice was barely a whisper.
And as she spoke, her pale-purple eyes showed me a resolve I hadn't anticipated—something I'd never even considered.
"This city needs a manager. I'll be that manager, so—"
"Really? That's not something you say lightly."
To earn my complete forgiveness, Kim Ha-eun was choosing to stay in the dream. Not just living her days in reality and managing the dream at night—she wanted to become a being inside my dream, the reverse of a nightmare bleeding into reality.
Paradise or not, giving up your physical body to live in a dream world isn't a choice you make easily. Right when I thought we were rolling around in something sweet, she dropped a decision this heavy. And it wasn't a decision forced on her by someone else, or made in the heat of the moment—it was genuinely hers.
She was dead serious about atonement. She'd deceived me as my Incarnation, so she was ready to throw away not just the contract but her entire existence—to bury herself in my dream as collateral.
My honest reaction?
'She's way overdoing it...'
Honestly, it killed the mood a little. This whole incident had no real victims. Sure, hiding it from me was unacceptable, but the patient ended up cured. If I had to make an analogy, it was like a sergeant who broke the chain of command—apologized to the company commander, then shoved a waiver forfeiting his physical body at him. What kind of response would that get?
All she had to do was listen, quit screwing around, and behave. Instead, she jumps straight to renouncing her body and working in the dream forever. I was so dumbfounded I didn't even feel like arguing.
"Ah-hngk—C-Constellation?!"
"Stop careening off in weird directions and just do as you're told."
I grabbed her slender waist and pulled her down onto me.
Maybe it was because she'd spent her whole life buried in books at a desk. Any time she stewed on a decision alone, it launched in some wildly unexpected direction. I'd have to keep a tight grip on her from now on so this never happened again.