Chapter 34: Into the Dream (Part 2)
Chapter 34: Into the Dream (Part 2)
For Lee Ha-rin, this was a nightmare.
A nightmare so sweet she didn't want to wake from it, yet so horrifying that actually living through it would make her shudder and bolt upright.
Maybe because it was my dream, I felt like I could see right through her thoughts.
Among the complex emotions that defied a single word, two rose above the rest.
Ecstasy and guilt.
The opposing emotions blended into a bittersweet harmony, like a flawless dessert, and it entranced me.
Was it because this was a dream? Or was Lee Ha-rin especially perceptive?
She was even feeling ecstasy over the fact that I was sexually aroused.
Not only had she been chosen by a Constellation—she was being needed by one for some purpose.
At the same time, she was tormented, suspecting that this whole thing might be an impious fantasy her own lucid dream had conjured.
This world had no Buddha and no Māra Pāpīyas, but it had its own stories of demons who tempted the faithful.
"Why are you squeezing your eyes shut like that?"
She was acting this way because she believed this was her own lucid dream, not a dream I had made.
As far as Lee Ha-rin was concerned, this was her lucid dream.
She had no idea she had been kidnapped and pulled into my dream.
Flustered, she rolled her little eyes around frantically—it was absurdly endearing.
And watching her lie pinned beneath me, completely at a loss, I felt a little like a lecherous man seducing an innocent, clueless maiden.
Well, in this world, people would probably see it differently, but my sensibilities took it that way.
With our naked bodies pressed together, the son who'd risen up stiff and proud agreed with me, too.
Just being pressed down by a woman's soft body was enough to feel stifling,
so how could Lee Ha-rin, pinned directly under my weight, not notice it?
Her face was flushed red like a drunkard's, her slender arms and legs flailing,
but she couldn't bring herself to shove me away or hit me, so she just beat the mattress with her fists.
Even so, how could a frail little body of barely 160 centimeters push off a brawny 180-centimeter male's weight with nothing but core strength?
If that soft, firm body actually managed it, that would be the scary part.
Besides, every time she struggled and her body shifted, I wrapped both arms around her and she stiffened right up again—so there was no way for her to escape.
Come to think of it, we were hugging fully naked, and she still hadn't passed out.
She'd been so out of her mind that she hadn't noticed she'd already fainted and come to several times.
Just being pressed together so tightly seemed to overload her mentally, so she probably hadn't even processed that both of us were naked.
In that case, shock therapy was pointless.
So I kissed her, light as could be.
No tongue, just a soft peck, tasting her tender skin over and over.
Each time, her expression shifted moment by moment—she couldn't even faint.
I kept chasing her squirming face, just to watch that comically twisted expression.
On her lips, around her lips, her nostrils and the bridge of her nose, her chin and cheeks, her eyelids and forehead.
"Are you going to keep dodging me? It'd hurt my feelings if you hated it that much."
"I don't hate it!"
I gathered her flailing body into a tight hug and whispered into her ear, and once again she stopped cold.
Staying still felt like an unworthy liberty, resisting felt like sacrilege—every way she reacted kept provoking me. Even the little shriek she let out, and the way she flinched at how loud her own voice had been.
"If you don't hate it, then kiss me."
I stopped pecking at her face like a bird pecking at grain and gazed down at her from inches away.
She parted her lips a little, as if she couldn't understand what she'd heard, so I pressed another light kiss and urged her on.
"Now, hurry up and kiss me. My second Incarnation, the one I chose."
By then, pre-cum was streaming from my rigid erection like water, soaking her thigh as I ground against her,
but she was in no state to pay any attention to the slab of flesh pressing insistently against her leg.
Quivering, she barely managed to lift her head. Her trembling lips touched me—
Not on my lips, not my cheek, not the nape of my neck, but awkwardly along my jawline.
Had she screwed her eyes shut so tight that she missed? Or did kissing anywhere else feel like too much?
It was more of a lip-to-jaw bump than a kiss, and she fled right after; I couldn't help laughing.
In this world where male and female chastity values were reversed, watching her flail so passively reminded me of the old world.
Lee Ha-rin, having landed her awkward kiss somewhere near my jaw, panted like she'd just accomplished something monumental.
From a handshake to a naked kiss in a single day—our stages had rocketed upward.
I had no intention of stopping here.
Honestly, whether she fainted or not, my biggest goal was to come inside her.
She had to get that trait first, or we couldn't do anything else, right?
Waiting for her to get used to me would be far less efficient than getting the trait into her first and letting her adjust slowly afterward.
As she gradually steadied in my arms, I kissed her again.
This time, lips to lips.
I pried my tongue between her half-closed, frozen lips and teased her gums lightly.
Watching Lee Ha-rin, who by now couldn't even scream and just froze stiff, I smiled to myself.
"Can you kiss me back now?"
The first time is the hardest; maybe the second time would be easier?
She recovered faster this time, lifting her head, so I pressed my forehead firmly against hers. Her eyes squeezed shut, her face puckered into a ridiculous pout.
Lifting just her face and neck seemed to strain her—she was trembling faintly, which was impossibly cute.
Cute aside.
"Wh-why are you...?"
"Because that's not the right spot."
She had aimed for my jawline again, so I tapped my lips with the finger I'd pressed against her forehead.
Her face was so red it looked ready to burst. At this point, she resembled someone dead drunk.
"I, um, I, there, I—"
"So, do you hate kissing?"
She had no way to get away from me anyway.
This was my dream world, and I was her Constellation.
Seeing that she had stopped fainting by now, I was starting to think shock therapy really was the right call after all.
Even a non-expert like me knew about it—famous methods were famous for a reason.
When Lee Ha-rin lifted her head, I reached out and supported it so she wouldn't be uncomfortable.
I felt a soft, plush sensation on my lips, and our rough exhales tickled each other's noses.
I held her gaze, smiled, and then stayed completely still.
Like a soldier crossing a minefield, she fidgeted nervously, then timidly stuck out her tongue.
I did absolutely nothing to meet that tiny pink piece of flesh.
Was she trying to imitate me from her first adult kiss? She just grazed my teeth lightly and then bolted away.
'She was counting in her head, wasn't she?'
The timing matched my earlier kisses exactly, so she must have been keeping count.
Maybe I had rose-colored glasses on, but every little thing she did struck me as adorable.
Counting both the number of kisses and how long each one lasted—what a cute little cheeky move.
To punish that adorable impertinence, I kissed her again.
"Mmmph—?!"
I hugged her flailing arms tight, pinned her bucking hips down with my full weight,
and sealed her lips with mine before she could draw a proper breath.
As the seconds dragged on, her breathing cut off and she grew hazy; I could feel her tongue thrashing.
A kiss long enough that counting would be impossible.
I unsealed our tangled tongues and drew in fresh air.
Lee Ha-rin gasped like she'd just surfaced from underwater, and I leaned my lips right back into hers.
"Now, you have to give me one more, don't you?"
She must have realized there was no escaping even if she hesitated, because her lips approached again.
where could a small girl pinned down by a big man with her head held in place possibly run to? In this world that held only a narrow room and a tiny bed.
Just as the kiss ended, I felt that tiny tongue trying to slip away, so I tightened my embrace.
She thrashed lightly, as if suffocating, but her little nose whistled frantically, sucking in oxygen—she never actually choked.
The struggling ceased, and I looked down at her limp little body, drained like a person exhausted.
Her shoulder-length hair was a tangled mess,
and her face, flushed crimson from breathlessness, was gasping with her mouth open, desperately gulping air.
Her small lips and small nose whistled with each breath, and her chest rose and fell rapidly.
She really was small.
Not just her chest.
From head to toe, everything was small: the fingers wriggling awkwardly, unsure where to rest; even the soles of her feet, debating whether to spread or curl.
With my now-larger body, if I balanced right, I could probably scoop her up in one arm.
Yeah, Lee Ha-rin clearly had no talent for physical things.
She must have worked so hard at that military university, but years of grueling effort had left her with this delicate, frail body.
She'd probably feel crushed if I stayed on top too long, so I eased my weight off—and a wet, lewd squelch sounded.
Underneath those slender thighs, everything was slick.
A damp patch too generous to blame just on my own pre-cum.
She hadn't fainted, but how many silent orgasms had she already gone through?
I took hold of her small knees and gently eased them apart. The tightly shut inner folds greeted me.
Even her hair was sparse down there; it really felt like touching a kid.
"Ah, ahh, C-C-Constellation..."
Having a small body didn't mean she lacked sexual knowledge.
Her imagination had already run wild about what came after kissing, and her flushed face showed no sign of cooling.
I slowly rubbed the painfully towering length that had waited far too long against her.
That tiny woman's secret place gushed out love juices as it was pushed this way and that.
The scalding slab of flesh pressing into her inner thighs made her squeeze her eyes shut and cover her face.
Covering her face again in this situation—she really was fun to tease.
I kept playing, pressing the tip of my glans firmly into the cleft of her flesh and against her pearl, and spoke to the hiccupping Lee Ha-rin.
"Now, won't you move for me yourself?"
That tiny, hiccupping body stopped dead.