Chapter 198: Finals 2
Chapter 198: Finals 2
The Dream Demon's magic is special.
Other forms of magic manipulate the energies of nature,
but the Dream Demon literally pulls power from the world of dreams.
The reason Dream Demons—Dream Walkers—are so prized is precisely that energy.
Dream-energy is handled completely differently from real-world magic stones.
It doesn't occur in nature, and manipulating it requires a specific race.
"Why is this showing up here?"
"I don't know either."
So this was the equivalent of my hen suddenly laying lumps of coal instead of eggs,
or my neighbor's dairy cow producing crude oil instead of milk.
As if proving my common sense hadn't failed me,
Kim Ha-eun only blinked at me while holding the Dream Demon's magic stone.
She'd called me because I got this city from The Incinerating Tyrant—
figuring I'd know what the stone was?
Or maybe even if I didn't, she'd report anything strange that appeared.
The amount of magic power in that one stone was tiny.
But hadn't she called the facility she'd developed a "mine"?
If it kept producing magic stones, a mine was probably the right name for it.
"How much does it look like it'll produce?"
"...As much as a real mine."
"Meaning what, exactly?"
"It's not fully upgraded yet, so about forty kilograms a year... I looked it up, and that's roughly comparable to a gold mine's output."
We stared at each other, blinking.
Honestly, what would two city-born people know about mine yields?
We barely understood iron ore, let alone Dream Demon magic stones—this conversation wasn't going anywhere.
Which left exactly one option.
"You said this thing runs like a tycoon game, right?"
"Yes. I've filled the robot workforce, handled charging and repairs, developed the city sectors, and reached the stage where the power plants and mines are becoming self-sufficient."
"So you'll eventually have a use for that stone."
"Probably. There are still inactive sectors and unfinished upgrades—maybe one of those."
Something mined in the city could only be evaluated on the city's own terms.
Still. A city tycoon with a mine underneath it that spat out things like this?
Curiosity I couldn't suppress flared up, and I stared directly at Kim Ha-eun.
I wanted to know whether the "mine" was a name only, or a place I could physically visit like the city itself.
"About that mine."
"In two hours and thirteen minutes, the maglev upgrade will be complete—then you can visit it directly."
"That so?"
Quick on the uptake, too.
A near-absolute obedience engraved deep in her soul—it suited her.
No way they'd installed a subway in the city hall office building,
so subtracting travel time, we had roughly two hours free.
More than enough time to recharge some magic power.
"So we've got time to kill."
"...Yes, we do."
Without a single creak, the backrest of the office chair reclined.
I spread my legs comfortably in front of Kim Ha-eun, let my upper body go slack, and leaned back.
A pose that radiated utter disinterest in the world's business—but she understood my intent from that alone.
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Even in this world where men and women's roles were reversed, Kim Ha-eun was extremely passive.
Forget the differences between men and women—her entire life had shaped her that way.
The good child who did exactly as her parents said, a model student who did nothing but study.
After twenty-some years of that, asking her to develop initiative in a single year would be a joke.
Especially when the area demanding that active mindset was sex.
Why does my collection of Incarnations feel like a support group for people who've never had a relationship...
Beneath my thighs, my pants had slipped down, and my cock met the open air.
Soft hands gently caressed the slack flesh, and that was the full extent of it.
A smooth cheek pressed awkwardly against my thigh, and a pair of eyes gazed upward.
Those eyes held the same emotions as last time, thickly layered.
Reverence, guilt, hesitation, anticipation—a whole cocktail of feeling.
"...Suck it."
"Yes."
Yeah, here we were, two people who'd gone all the way to undressing each other,
and I still had to spell out every next step. That was a problem.
Take it off, touch it, suck it, put it in, flip over—I couldn't issue commands like that every five minutes.
Her obedience was nice, but the extreme passivity was nothing but a hassle.
Lee Ha-rin, at least, had dragged Song Ye-na in and proposed a threesome—
she had a way of tying her service to me together with her own desires and making a move.
So why did Kim Ha-eun turn this utterly passive once she reached the bed?
Of all my Incarnations, I could think of only one thing that set her apart.
Could becoming a Dream Demon really be the issue?
Subculture was full of that kind of content, wasn't it.
Succubus and succubus queen, where the queen bossed around the lower ones with her cunt.
When demonic beings or demon tribes showed up in fantasy, you often saw instinctive top-down command structures.
By the same logic, maybe my having touched her Origin as the Dream Demon Constellation had done this.
Just giving orders isn't any fun.
While I mulled that over, Kim Ha-eun's soft tongue crept closer.
Whatever my reaction, she carried out her orders with loyalty.
Fixing her seemed difficult—but what if I at least made her reactions honest?
With that thought, I sent magic power into my lower body, same as last time.
A Dream Demon ignoring her own desires and moving mechanically, on command.
At times like that, the standard approach is always to break them with pleasure, isn't it?
"Don't stop."
"...Hnnh, yes—"
As the magic surged, a hot breath escaped between her slightly parted lips.
If you gave her enough magic power, she could feel sexual pleasure through her lips alone.
What kind of lewd body was this—how was this species supposed to be "dream-manipulators"?
Her small lips, pressed in a light kiss to the tip of my glans, parted softly and took my length into her mouth.
At the same time, a sensation washed over me: warm, soft, and somehow pressed tight.
The head had angled toward the inside of her cheek instead of her throat, pressed between teeth and cheek.
"Keep going until I come."
"Eh hnnghahihmn."
Even her tongue was pressed flat, and the mangled reply came back.
Her breathing grew rougher, her eyes hazy—she was already drunk on the magic power.
She'd started making wet smacking sounds and sucking like she was working on a piece of candy, not a man—that confirmed it.
As she latched onto me like a hamster clinging to a water bottle, I tightened my thighs.
Her flushed cheeks were pinned against my thighs, her neatly loosened hair tangling.
A little more force and this'd turn into the kind of rough throat-grip you'd only see in aggressive Western porn, but—
"Hnnh, hnnhng?!" Kehk—
What I wanted wasn't physical choking. It was magical.
Moving the Dream Demon's magic power, I pictured a black choker.
Not an accessory—more like a leather belt, jet-black.
I don't have a particular thing for wrapping something around a neck.
But looking at that slender white throat bobbing in front of my eyes,
a choker to cinch it tight just naturally came to mind.
"Ah, this is trickier than I thought."
"Hhhah—"
"I said keep going."
the magic power didn't move as easily as I'd imagined.
I wasn't some venerable monk who'd attained enlightenment through meditation in a past life—
how the hell was I supposed to concentrate while she was lewdly smacking her lips and sucking my cockhead?
Fighting down the dizzying pleasure that disrupted my focus, I moved the magic power as best I could.
What I'd pictured was a jet-black choker, but it wasn't meant to strangle.
I'd envisioned something more like an external hard drive—a supplementary battery.
Like my own magic power engraved in my Origin, I was slamming my power into her from the outside, too.
She seems to go loopy just at the sight of my magic, so maybe this'll help her get used to it.
Whether as an Incarnation or as a Dream Demon, the sight of my magic power sent her into a grinning daze.
So wouldn't embedding it not just in her Origin but in her neck as well help with her training?
The same way the sense of smell—the most sensitive of the five—adapts to repeated stimuli until you stop noticing it.
Or not. Whatever.
Worst case, she'd just go into heat like she'd been dosed with an aphrodisiac. That was all.
Going into heat in a neighborhood with nothing but drones and androids meant she'd just end up masturbating more.
Thinking that, I poured the magic power I held through my lower body.
Her eyes, slack and glazed with pleasure, her strength gone. Her gaze, hazy and drenched.
Her eyes, reddened as if it were hard to breathe, were brimming with tears.
Her lewd face, wrecked with tears and saliva, crushed against my solid thighs.
Deliberately ignoring the pleasure of release spreading from my tailbone to my toes and up my spine, I tied off the magic.
"Kehk—this, what is this?"
Gagging, yet having desperately swallowed every drop of semen, she touched her throat.
She probably hadn't noticed while her face was pinned against my thighs, but a choker now cinched tight around her neck—
anyone not utterly insensate would notice that.
"A present."
"A... present...?"
The faint, dazed smile on her hazy face looked oddly pitiful.
A slender, soft look that stirred a man's sadism.
How long had it been since I'd shot my load all over that face? —and already I was stiffening again below.
She didn't even notice my gaze, still fumbling at her nape.
A tiny pulse of magic at her fingertips stroked the choker at her throat,
like a battery and a bulb connected to produce a faint glow.
"...That already works, huh."
"Thank you."
I'd put it on her thinking of it as a backup battery, and she was already drawing magic from it in under a minute.
Come to think of it, among my three Incarnations, Kim Ha-eun had the most talent for handling magic power.
She resonated her Dream Demon Origin with the magic I'd given her, summoning some faint, thrumming thing.
I stared down, curious what it was, and she smiled faintly again.
"Truly, truly, thank you."
Then, her eyes clearer than before, she pressed her lips to my length.
Light, sucking kisses against the split tip where a little semen still leaked out,
then sliding down the shaft as if she meant to wallpaper it with kiss marks—cleaning it all the way down to the sack.
What the hell.
It was good that she'd thrown off the mechanical act,
but I had no idea what had just happened.