Chapter 145: Twisted Love 3
Chapter 145: Twisted Love 3
Panting breaths sounded against my chest.
A slender, provocative timbre, and the racing heartbeat to match.
No comparison to the lifeless women from the wasteland — the ones who'd spread their legs like corpses for a melted chocolate bar or a dented tin of rations.
As a Constellation, a Dream Demon, a man — this was the kind of sweet pleasure that left no room for dissatisfaction.
The plush ass squirming in my lap shifted with a sly, subtle movement. Still cradled against me, she straightened her back and pushed her hips out, and contact was inevitable — Han Ye-ji's rear pressed right against my groin.
There was no world where trapping a delicate female body in my arms and teasing her wouldn't get me hard. My cock, stiff as a wooden stake, was squeezed and kneaded by the cheeks of her ass.
Ah, ah — her breath hitched with pleasure, but her hips didn't stop.
'Even just hand-play is fun.'
I couldn't see her face from this angle, but did it matter? The twitching arch of her back and the quivering clench of her rear were more than enough to picture how wrecked — how blissfully ruined — her expression had become.
I stilled my fingers and pulled my hand out. Han Ye-ji would be feeling plenty of euphoria from my fingers and magic alone, but I wasn't some freak who could get off with just my hands.
I tightened the arm wrapped around her stomach, pinning her still. A cute, deflating little 'nnh' escaped her — the extra pressure on her belly layered atop the ongoing pleasure.
At the same time, she seemed to get the message to hold still. The squirming, twitching rear went motionless.
"M-my, my Constellation—"
"You're being rewarded. You just have to stay still."
This wasn't some untouched virgin. We'd spent hundreds of days together in lucid dreams. She knew I was about to take my pants off and shyly reached a hand back, but fingers trembling with pleasure couldn't exactly work a pair of trousers off.
Before she even undid the buckle, her hand snuck in, caressing my abdomen. Over the navel and the hard ridges around it — a chiseled six-pack. No, an eight-pack. While her fidgeting fingers savored the feel of a man's skin, I smoothly shucked my pants and underwear together.
One-handed, I could wrap her waist and lift her — the perks of a massive frame and heavy muscle. As I raised her slightly to undress, the press on her belly drew another soft, adorable 'nnh' from her lips.
A brief moment of suspension, then she settled onto my bare thighs. I hadn't taken her pants off yet, but between undoing the buckle, sliding a hand in, and playing around, they were already half-down and bunched around her thighs. Which meant, naturally, her bare bottom was exposed.
With my pants off, my cock sprang up, knowing no limit. And there she was, ass bared and nestled back into my arms. The thick shaft slid right between the plush cheeks.
'This is good too.'
The magic had reshaped her out of the typical black-haired Eastern build — her hips and chest now had a Western flair. Not as dramatically as Kim Ha-eun, who'd transformed into a full Dream Demon, but she'd packed on enough soft flesh to press firmly around my sizeable cock. My fingers enjoyed themselves every time I held her and kneaded.
I'd long since torn off her obstructive top and bra. The only thing left to get in the way of hand-play was her thin, dampening panties.
She was in the same position as before, held against me, but Han Ye-ji's reactions were a little more intense this time. Hard not to be, with bare skin rubbing together and something hot and rigid pressing against her rear.
Her pounding heart had quieted slightly, but the soft waist under my forearm and the warmth of her underboob were flushing with heat. The kind of living, human warmth no electric blanket or heater could replicate. And that toasty heat was pooling even more blood down below.
Should I just hug her like a doll and savor the feel of her in my arms? Or should I drive deep into her thoroughly aroused body? A truly luxurious dilemma occupied a corner of my mind.
"Constellation..."
Han Ye-ji wasn't about to stay still as a statue. The moment I loosened my arm, her hips began to sway again. Her pants were already down around her thighs, and now her gray panties were subtly rolled down with them.
Heat them up enough, and in the end, they're still women. Women of a gender-role-reversed world, that is. However passive she might be, staying still in this situation was difficult. Especially since she knew perfectly well I wasn't the type to get mad over something like this.
Lee Ha-rin and Kim Ha-eun treated me as an object of faith, a Constellation to obey. Han Ye-ji's image of me was more like a generous patron who gave rewards for good behavior. If I had to stretch an analogy, if "God the Father" were the term, the other two put the emphasis on "God." Han Ye-ji put it on "Father."
Not that she treated me like her actual dad. Think of it as the difference between submission and reverence, between obedience and affection.
That's why Han Ye-ji showed this kind of proactive asking. I liked the beauties who obeyed every command like slaves, sure — but I also liked the ones who honestly expressed their own desires.
"Hmm, is that so? And what do you want to do?"
"I, I want to use my hands, too—"
Anyway, had she found some new porn or something? She wriggled around, shifting from leaning back against my chest to sit sideways on my thick thighs. Her flushed cheek replaced the view of her pale nape.
Left hand braced on my knee, right hand gently gripping my cock.
"So, you wanted to try a little hand-play?"
I lowered my voice and whispered it right into the small ear now near my lips. Now that I thought about it, it wasn't just my appearance that had changed — my voice had turned out pretty damn impressive, too. Naturally, since it was the "sexy voice" generated by my three Incarnations' collective unconscious for this world.
I felt the ass perched on my thighs quiver. From the warm breath flowing into her ear canal, maybe — or from the ideal voice her own unconscious mind had crafted.
I'd expected her excitement to subside a little once the hand-play stopped, but the opposite was true. Just the skin-on-skin contact and the feel of my breath were rekindling the embers of ecstasy in her body.
"......."
She didn't really answer. Just kept stroking my cock slowly with that soft touch. By now, it was sufficiently slicked with something wet — sweat or otherwise — from where it had been nestled between her cheeks. Her touch felt less like a determined effort to please a man and more like the curiosity-filled caress of a virgin on her wedding night. A tentative glide along the shaft, a fondle of the glans, a little tap-tap against the indented ridge of the crown and the urethral opening at the tip.
The ambiguous stimulation made it harder for me to hold back. I reached out and scooped an arm under her knees right away. A light female body — no need to reinforce myself with magic for this. She clenched her hands in surprise, and I felt a brief squeeze, but I wasn't so fragile that her tiny grip strength could do any damage.
'What did these girls picture when they thought of a sexy man's body? Some kind of Superman?'
Wasn't the baseline physical spec a bit much, even without magic enhancement? I'd worried they might go for showy balloon-muscles in the name of sexiness, but the hulking frame was exactly as strong as it looked. Strong enough that one arm supporting her back and the other tucked under her knees was all it took to lift her into a princess carry.
"Nngh, th-this position— haah!"
Wait, was it "prince's embrace" in this world? Anyway, the pose was incomparably lewd compared to any kind of romance. Thighs clamped tight by the grip of my forearm, the plush flesh of her womanhood squeezed shut by the pressure — and the thick slab of meat forcibly wedging its way between them.
I was facing forward, she was looking off to the right. But she had the core strength to brace in that awkward, tilted posture.
"K-kiss, too— clothes—"
Startled by the sudden spike of pleasure, she twisted her upper body and clung to me. Firm arms wrapping around my nape, soft breasts mashing against my chest. The amusement of puppeteering that pliant female form had me lifting and lowering Han Ye-ji like a dumbbell.
'Sturdier than I expected, actually?'
It was the motion of bobbing a whole person up and down in a clumsy position like a gym weight, but my arms handled it smoothly, no real strain. The bulging blue veins that rose on my forearms during the act earned a bonus — she stared at them, slack-jawed like a hormonal middle-schooler ogling cleavage.
As I moved her up and down more roughly, her bunched-up pants slid further down her thighs. She squirmed, seemingly bothered by the underwear twisted around them, and managed to kick them off somehow. Once her legs were free of the pants and panties, she planted her wobbling feet on the sofa and shifted position.
"C-can I do the moving?"
No longer were both her legs pinned together to one side. She spread them, taking a stance to straddle and press down on me. When I tilted my eyes up slightly, I saw soft breasts swaying. When I cast them down, there was the obscene spread of a woman's most intimate place. Neatly trimmed pubic hair was pasted down by slick arousal onto the flushed inner flesh. The sight of her pants sliding off a quivering foot to the floor — and the sodden, rolled-up underwear still caught on one ankle.
Was there any man who wouldn't be captivated? Hmm... bothersome matters like the surveillance team could wait until tomorrow.
"......."
Faced with that mesmerizing sight, I gave a silent, slight nod. And so, the sweet body lowered itself onto me.
