Chapter 175: Assemble 3
Chapter 175: Assemble 3
The soft pressure pressing up from below,
and the wide, bright eyes blinking up at it.
Honestly? A little unnerving.
'My first threesome, and this is how it turns out.'
I mean, this is a gender-flipped world, isn't it?
A world where a woman taking her pleasure with multiple men
is more natural than a man keeping a harem of women.
Whether it's a nuclear-apocalypse world or a gender-role-reversed one,
a male-led FMF scenario is the stuff of pure fantasy.
No way I'm corralling my incarnations—jealous creatures, even if they don't always show it—
into one room for an orgy.
I mean, whenever I'm taking my time enjoying myself in a dream, I always drift off drowsy and satisfied.
That sudden spike of desire—ah, let's gather up all the women and throw a massive group orgy—
never really hits me.
"I-it's really big...?"
"Isn't it?"
Wait, one of them isn't participating, so technically it's not a threesome, right?
Song Dan-dan, gulping hard and coming out with that bizarre compliment,
and Lee Ha-rin, nodding along and sticking out her tongue at the sight of it.
I've gotten used to women since becoming a Dream Demon,
but I guess I haven't shed enough of my old-world return-student hang-ups
to take even a situation like this in bold stride.
It's not that showing each other our naked bodies while having sex is shameful.
But baring everything to someone who's just sitting there in a formal posture, doing nothing but observing—
that's way more embarrassing than I'd have imagined.
"Just because it's big and hard doesn't mean you should squeeze it tight. But if you grip it too lightly, there won't be any stimulation at all, so—"
And the fact that the sex-ed lesson is starting with my equipment in their hands makes it even more mortifying.
If they'd just sucked me off without a word, I could at least face the other way.
But with one hand idly stroking it smooth and slick
while her mouth keeps narrating, I can't get into the zone at all.
Not that I can really voice any complaints.
Here I am, turned into a sex-ed teaching aid for a total virgin
who poured every ounce of her strength into swinging a sword and barely watched any porn.
But say what you will—it's still time spent with two beautiful women.
And both of them have long since accepted this situation as if there's nothing weird about it,
focusing like hardworking students who just got into a star instructor's class.
In a situation like this, me being the only one losing my head would make me look like the weirdo.
'Is it because this world is different and so its values are different, or are murim types just a little off...?'
It doesn't feel like a sexual concept unique to this gender-flipped world,
or maybe she's like this because it's a lesson tied to enlightenment.
A soft touch slides stealthily along the shaft, bringing it to full stand,
and Lee Ha-rin's tongue—so hot it feels scorching—rasps from the root
of that rigid pillar of flesh all the way to the tip of the glans.
If I shut my eyes and just listened to her voice, she'd sound like an apathetic teacher,
but her actions seem lewder than the whores on the street corner.
In this world, I guess I should say the male whores on the street corner.
Is getting a man to come using only your tongue
a quiet bit of bragging among women in this world?
That pointless train of thought gets neatly swept out of my head
along with the feeling of my impending climax.
"There. Now that you've observed, over here."
While I'm basking in the languid aftermath, Lee Ha-rin calls out to Song Dan-dan.
I've never been close with any Chinese people, so the name still feels awkward on my tongue.
"...Right now? No, I mean, are you okay with this?"
Lee Ha-rin shuffles away from in front of me on her knees.
And Song Dan-dan, at her urging, comes over next to me but hesitates.
By this gender-flipped world's common sense,
this must look like two women toying with one man.
Lee Ha-rin uses the word "service" and gets me off with just her hands and mouth,
but for Song Dan-dan, who isn't used to my sexual appetite, it must just be awkward.
"Miss Song Dan-dan, do keep in mind that the one we'll be tending to is a Dream Demon,"
Lee Ha-rin's flat voice makes Song Dan-dan's shoulders shrink back.
She probably thought the tone was a reprimand.
But the reality is the complete opposite.
What Lee Ha-rin is feeling is a pleasure laced with superiority.
She's delighted to know more about me than the other.
'Anyway, does she actually think the reason I, the man, am touching the women first here is because of some Dream Demon racial trait?'
Is a Dream Demon, in my past life or this one, treated as little more than a demon crazed with sex?
I definitely awakened as a Constellation who handles Nightmares,
but everyone else seems to perceive me as a Constellation of Eros.
Since I'm the only Dream Demon working in reality,
those misunderstandings must be piling up.
"Then, if I may."
"Yes. Hold it there, politely. Like this."
A cock that doesn't lose its imposing presence after a single orgasm.
And two beauties stationed before it, with four hands.
Just like the saying that a man's ideal type is a woman he doesn't know,
my lower half twitches, invigorated by the unfamiliar stimulation.
Their tongues don't intertwine like in porn,
but soft fingers weave with calloused ones,
and the stimulation is more than enough to overflow.
'In my past life, there was never any porn where two guys licked pussy together and then started kissing.'
Hell no. Even if it existed, I'd never ever want to see it.
Has handling imaginary beings in dreams boosted my imagination?
Weird fantasies kept popping up, so I frantically grasped for other thoughts.
Lee Ha-rin's soft hand, just like a scholar's.
The only calluses she's got are the pen bump inside her middle finger.
In contrast, Song Dan-dan's tough hand from over a decade of swinging a sword.
A world with magic, so her palm isn't mangled or scarred,
but her grip strength, harder than Lee Ha-rin's, awkwardly squeezes down on my member.
Once I scatter the nasty daydreams and focus on the pleasure,
it doesn't take long at all before the feeling of climax swells up again.
No matter how great the equipment is, four hands can't all grip it,
so naturally my balls ended up getting caressed too.
"Yes, and as you press your lips to the very tip of it—"
I'm just listlessly going with the flow, letting come what may, basking in the pleasure.
The sensation of two beauties' hands stroking me—with completely opposite styles.
Resisting because I don't want to waste my semen would be a stupid move now.
"L-l-like this?"
The moment my spine shudders and my climax surges up
Lee Ha-rin's soft hand presses the back of Song Dan-dan's head down,
and Song Dan-dan holds my cock, touching her lips to the tip of the glans.
Half desire for pleasure, half curiosity about the unknown.
Those big, round black eyes look up at me.
In that fleeting instant, the emotion in her pupils wavers hard.
That familiar spasm running down my spine—the pleasure of cumming.
And a blinding flash of light that fills my vision.
Song Dan-dan's body melting in that light.
The fuck is it now.
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I can't say I'm a massive fan of wuxia,
but as a man who read his fair share of martial arts novels in the middle and high school library,
I've got a reasonable grounding in its lore.
You know—inner-energy cultivation techniques, meditation, enlightenment, bone-tempering rebirth.
...What just happened right in front of my eyes, I mean.
"What in the world is this."
"...Congratulations?"
Song Dan-dan's physical body melted in that light,
and she reemerged stark naked, with a far more beautiful form.
A splatter of black filth scattered across the bedroom floor,
which Lee Ha-rin has already cleaned up with magic.
Her skin's become whiter and glossier,
and the calluses on her palms have completely vanished,
leaving them even softer and more supple than Lee Ha-rin's pen-callused hand.
"So this is bone-tempering rebirth, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is...."
Song Dan-dan admits it in a nearly defeated voice,
her head hung and pressed low toward the floor.
This isn't some side effect of the rebirth.
It's pure embarrassment.
"They say a dam as huge as a mountain can collapse from a hole the size of a fist. I am no murim warrior myself, but as someone in the same position of serving a Constellation, I sincerely congratulate you on reaching the next stage."
Lee Ha-rin strings together some extra words to soothe Song Dan-dan.
Yeah, she's achieved a bone-tempering rebirth in her twenties—never mind thirty.
An accomplishment rare even among the most talented murim practitioners.
Would've been great if that accomplishment hadn't been triggered by semen, but.
The first-ever essence of a Dream Demon to enter her body.
The mental ecstasy carved into her very Origin.
Her twisted Origin, the Dream Demon's essence, and the magic of the incarnation contract all tangled together,
and this sword-swinging forever-alone's first-ever sexual experience with a man became a kind of spiritual enlightenment.
Though what the hell she enlightened herself about while taking a man's semen on her lips, I have no damn idea.
"My teacher did say, once a woman comes to know a man, she sheds a layer of skin...."
Song Dan-dan starts rambling, clearly embarrassed herself that it was oral sex that sparked her enlightenment,
and I just couldn't hold back the laughter.
Neither Lee Ha-rin nor I could say who started first—just a sputtering pfft, heh!—
the laughter came bursting out and we couldn't stop it.
As though a murim-in who just underwent bone-tempering rebirth wouldn't catch that.
Her face stains a deep, burning red.
Red enough that I'd swear it would bleed if you pricked it with a nail.
Seeing this, Lee Ha-rin makes an effort to wipe the laughter off her face and changes the subject.
"So then, my Constellation, what shall we do?"
With circumstances being what they are, the whole scene is a mess.
I was already stuck here half-naked from the waist down,
Lee Ha-rin was also naked except for a leash and collar,
and now Song Dan-dan, who was just watching, is naked too because of the bone-tempering rebirth.
Three people here, and the only clothing between us is my one upper garment.
My lower half, unflagging despite the sudden commotion,
stands powerfully erect and twitches, as if to say, "anything's good."
I plop down onto the edge of the sofa to settle in, and Song Dan-dan quietly shuffles closer.
After thinking about something for a moment, she kneels before me and bows formally.
Long black hair cascades down and scatters across the white arc of her back.
"With this body born anew by your grace, Constellation, I wish to receive a name alongside our contract."
Now what's this about.