Chapter 170: Afterstory 2
Chapter 170: Afterstory 2
Curiosity brimming, Ellis stroked my forearm.
The sharply etched veins and tendons must have struck her as a novelty—maybe because she'd spent so long without a body, existing only as liquid.
The tendons on my forearm, the veins standing out on my neck, the muscles in my thighs that rose when I tensed—
she traced each one with her fingertips.
"H-heek, this feels strange."
Every time I poked her lightly with a finger,
she let out an adorable little hiccup but didn't stop.
Then again, she was a virgin who'd never even masturbated.
Even when I stealthily stroked her thighs, all she did was squirm from the tickle.
Of course. A woman who had never even gotten used to sexual sensation, let alone pleasure,
wasn't going to suddenly feel anything from her thighs, forearms, or neck.
For that to work, you'd need a Dream Demon's abilities or a strong aphrodisiac.
But this lucid dream wasn't for my pleasure—
it was a dream for Ellis, who had helped capture the Heart of the Exiled Serpent.
So I kept stroking her soft thighs and narrow waist
and let her thoroughly examine my body.
"Hmm, human skin is denser than I imagined."
"It's a lucid dream, so some of that might be your imagination filling in the gaps."
I hadn't expected her to start sucking on my fingers, though.
A tiny pink tongue slipped out, shy and tentative,
and licked down each knuckle.
For a girl with zero sexual knowledge, she'd already run her hands over me, rubbed her cheek against me,
buried her face against my chest to smell me—tasting me was the logical next step in her mind.
She had no idea how that scene of pure innocence would look to a man.
Though, come to think of it, maybe the men of this world wouldn't think much of it?
A boy whose first sexual experience is sucking on a woman's fingers—
if I mapped my old world's gender-reversal onto this one, that'd be pretty fucked up.
"Ah, I'm—I'm sorry?"
When I stared at my saliva-dampened fingers with an unreadable expression,
Ellis assumed I was angry about the spit and immediately apologized.
Whenever I go quiet, everyone's first instinct is to say sorry.
Is it because of this gender-swapped world, or because I'm a Constellation?
Then again, if a female friend stared at me in silence like that,
I'd probably apologize first too.
Amid all that, Ellis, still stealing glances at my reaction, caught hold of my hand.
We were both naked—what was she planning now? I wondered for a moment, but
a soft blue droplet welled up, round and plump, and washed my hand clean.
'She's not a Dream Demon, yet she moves through a lucid dream this freely?'
When my Incarnations first entered a lucid dream,
they'd started by disrupting the scenery around them while they adjusted.
Then again, Ellis might look like a small, delicate girl,
but in reality, she'd been an Incarnation for almost six years.
From around middle school all the way to adulthood, she'd lived as one.
She was a far more senior veteran than my Incarnations, who were only in their first or second year.
And now, in this lucid dream, she'd regained a body for the first time in years,
using her own magic power to control water at will.
The droplet spiraled as it slid from my fingers up to my forearm.
Past my fingers, past my forearm, up my chest, down toward my thighs—
It felt like being devoured by a snake made of water.
"This is, um, what I call the Wave of Purification. Originally it's for cleansing toxins, but if you infuse it with gentle magic power, it's wonderful for men's skincare. My father loved it."
The blue droplets hovered like beads of water in zero gravity.
Watching the jewel-bright water wash over my body,
Ellis, perhaps trying to overcome the awkwardness, began to open up.
"Water, magically speaking, actually contains a lot more elements than people realize. But since most of them are life-aligned, the cosmetic applications got pretty strong, so... the priest oppas used to joke that I'd make a fortune as a beauty therapist—"
Chatter-chatter. Her small lips moved busily.
However ignorant she was about sex,
she was still embracing a well-built, handsome man, both of them naked.
Even if she'd only ever heard about sex through school gossip,
never masturbated, never experienced pleasure,
you'd still feel something seeing a naked man.
"...So, right, my father really loved it."
She'd touched, rubbed, and sucked.
Was she slowly getting intoxicated by the Dream Demon's pheromones?
Her words were starting to loop.
No—before that.
The water droplet had obviously reached my lower body now.
It felt like splashing cold water on your back on a sweltering summer day when your whole body was overheated.
The cool, skin-chilling droplets pressed and kneaded,
loosening my muscles, fully relaxing my body.
On my thighs, forearms, and lower back, it felt like a massage.
But the way it squirmed across my lower half—that was a bit of a problem.
A pretty virgin had her bare skin pressed against mine,
and in the middle of that, steady stimulation was coming in from below.
"Uh, so, uh, u-uh, has it gotten bigger?"
Wrapped in my arms, there was no way she could miss something that large.
Her hand once again grabbed hold of my equipment.
Was the water acting as a cushion?
Her grip felt softer than before.
Now her attention was fixed entirely on my erection.
She'd already had her fill of the veins, tendons, abs, and everything else.
And honestly, what else was there to look at for minutes on end?
"Do I just... shake it?"
"?"
She murmured quietly to herself, then caught it inside the water droplet and shook.
Not a gentle pump like a soft handjob, no—
she shook it, droplet and all, the way a bartender shakes a cocktail.
A bizarre sensation of being squeezed through the cool, refreshing water.
It felt good, but something told me this was heading in a weird direction,
so I quietly stretched out an arm and took hold of her modest little rear.
I'd been planning to let her fondle me to her heart's content,
then slowly teach her about sex with my body.
I hadn't expected to be ambushed by a high-speed water-jutsu titjob.
I squeezed her rear, drew her thigh against me,
and pulled her back into my arms.
The position itself made it happen naturally—
my erection slipped free from her hand.
"Sex isn't about just squeezing it out of the man."
A palmful of warm body heat.
Her soft rear had somehow grown moist.
Was it because of her water magic? Her body seemed rich with fluid in more ways than one.
No knowledge, but her instincts had reacted.
At some point, I slid my fingers back
into the slick-wet crevice of her flesh.
"...H-hyaa?!"
Unlike before, when she'd shuddered and called it strange,
now a tiny moan escaped her as my fingers gently swept over her softness.
Without any real foreplay—just skin rubbing against skin—
her small body was already ready to receive a man.
'Should I see this as a side effect?'
It wasn't that Ellis was innately lewd.
It was more likely that, as her water magic had re-soaked into
the body she'd temporarily formed within the lucid dream,
my Dream Demon pheromones and magic power had soaked in alongside it.
Her talent for magic was so exceptional
that she appeared to have absorbed a little of the Dream Demon's magic inside my dream.
She couldn't wield Dream Demon magic the way Kim Ha-eun could,
but she'd absorbed the pheromones deeply enough to grow a little aroused.
She looked up at me from inside my arms, breathing hot, heavy sighs.
Her sweat-damp skin pressed against mine with a pleasant, soft smack.
"You let things get to this point before you put it in—not like you were trying before. Understand?"
"Y-yes..."
Ellis, regaining her senses after hearing my voice,
awkwardly spread her legs again, hesitating.
Well, sitting with your legs spread over another person—
it's not a position a virgin would find natural.
Especially a girl whose body had been liquid for years.
She could barely open and close her hands without feeling clumsy.
In that state, how was she supposed to ride me in a woman-on-top position?
Maybe that assumption of mine was just a stereotype.
"???"
She sank onto me in one motion.
The pain of defloration had apparently been buried under the pleasure,
because without even a split-second pause, her hips were rocking up and down.
It wasn't water magic. It wasn't that she had a natural talent for sex either.
And I hadn't thrust up into her because I'd lost my mind to the pleasure of entry.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"It—It hurts a liiittle bit?"
She'd propped up her own thighs with water
and was bouncing her hips up and down as if riding a seesaw.
A prodigy for whom manipulating magic was as natural as breathing—
I never expected it to manifest like this.
The posture of spreading her legs wide to accept a man's length.
The awkward, half-squatting motion required of her hips and rear.
It should have been an uncomfortable position that strained her back and pulled at her pelvic bone.
I never imagined she'd solve that discomfort through instinctive magic control.
"Mmmnn, so this is why the unnies like men so much."
With her face buried against my chest,
the girl was sinking into pleasure and transforming into a woman.
She appeared to be murmuring something,
but I lost the words at the sheer absurdity of her posture.
Her face remained buried in my chest,
both arms wrapped around my waist as I lay on the bed.
Lying on top of a supine man, navel to navel, in a prone embrace.
Locked tight against me like that,
only her lower half bobbed up and down.
Her toes, curled in pleasure, paddled at the air.
"Hey, you're not pushing yourself too hard, are you?"
"N-noo?"
A column of water had emerged, acting like a bedspring beneath her,
bouncing her small rear up and down between us.
They say a monkey that learns to masturbate for the first time gets completely addicted.
Having unconsciously absorbed the Dream Demon's pheromones,
she moved her magic by instinct, even as drool dripped onto my chest.
'Seems like plain, ordinary sex is off the table tonight.'
I'd planned to hold her loosely in my arms, play with my fingers a little,
and slowly steep her in pleasure.
But now her limbs had gone slack from the first rush of bliss she'd ever felt—
yet the speed of the water column didn't decrease; it only grew faster.
Splash-splash. With the sound of churning water, her small rear bounced up and down.
...I was getting the distinct feeling I'd just force-fed her a whole bunch of incredibly wrong ideas about sex.