Chapter 35: Into the Dream (Part 3)
Chapter 35: Into the Dream (Part 3)
A woman of small stature was straddling my lap.
A petite woman—who fit the word "girl" more than anyone ever could.
She was so slight that it felt less like she was pinning me down and more like she was perched atop me, feather-light.
Her small hands gripped my cock like she was holding onto a roller coaster safety bar.
She sat astride my abs, her smooth back arching toward me.
Every breath she took sent a gentle ripple through her soft, pliant body.
"I-I'm giving you, mmf..."
She breathed out a hot sigh and set her delicate hands to work.
Slick, wet sounds filled the air as her small hands pumped my shaft at a frantic pace.
At the same time, I felt her anxiety swell among the chaos of her emotions.
An endearing thought, really—she had zero sexual experience beyond porn, and here she was, terrified she wouldn't be good enough for her Constellation.
I found every bit of it charming,
but I could see she needed her fears put to rest. A little confidence boost wouldn't hurt.
Given her fanatical devotion, there was no need to get creative about it.
"Yes, that's... you're doing so well."
I patted the small, round bottom perched on my lap.
Instantly, I felt her negative emotions crater and her positive ones spike.
If I had to describe it, it was like a latte made with a splash of coffee and a flood of milk.
"Does it feel good?"
"Of course. You're the one serving me."
Emboldened, that small body moved with renewed purpose.
Her fingers formed a ring to tease the head, then she'd grasp the full length to the base and shake it.
Then she'd gently fondle my balls before screwing up the courage to run her small tongue over them.
She was squeezing out every scrap of sexual knowledge she possessed.
I was watching her frantic efforts with fond amusement when a strange, foreign sensation made itself known.
In a place where it absolutely should not have been.
'Ah, fuck—what the hell is this?'
I nearly yelped and threw a fit, but I clamped down on my patience and sat up as casually as I could manage.
I flipped Lee Ha-rin onto her back on the bed as I moved.
Getting her into the missionary position. Well, missionary by my standards.
'Just how far does this "service" of hers go?'
She stared up at me with those bright, innocent eyes, like she'd been expecting this all along.
It was honestly terrifying that a girl with such a guileless expression had been trying to nonchalantly jam a finger up my ass.
Sure, she thought of this as "serving" me rather than sex. But still.
Back in the ruined world, plenty of men had loved their dirty talk.
With women growing scarce, the filthy bluster had gotten out of hand.
Some of them had cackled about prostate massages and how amazing it felt having a man's prostate played with.
That didn't mean I'd ever once wanted to try it.
My back door was going to remain an excretory organ for the rest of my existence.
"Isn't it a little unfair if you're the only one doing all the work?"
Christ, she'd scared the shit out of me.
One sneaky little finger trying to loosen my sphincter, and my whole benevolent-Constellation act had nearly shattered.
So this was how women in my past life who hated having their butts touched must have felt.
With a small moment of self-reflection, I grabbed her knees and pushed them wide apart.
Her face flushed crimson again—she'd finger someone else's ass without a second thought, but spreading her own legs was somehow mortifying.
I'd planned to let Lee Ha-rin bounce on top of me at her own pace, but that was no longer an option.
If I just lay there, who knew what she'd try next.
The sexual sensibilities of this world were already incomprehensible to me,
and mix in a fanatic's warped sensibilities, and the result felt like an uncontrollable bomb.
Best to just short-circuit her brain entirely.
In that small room thick with heat, I pushed my hips forward like an invader.
Foreplay had clearly served its purpose.
Like a merciless siege engine, my flesh drove its way between her legs.
"I-it's too big...?"
"Don't worry. Have you forgotten who I am?"
"Ah, no, I didn't..."
The gap was so tight that in the real world, she probably could only have taken half of me.
I forced my way into a virgin's untouched canvas, a place no one had ever breached.
The sight of her clutching the bedsheet, a measure of the pain she was in, made my cock swell even further.
Even that subtle expansion seemed to overwhelm her. A strangled gasp escaped her throat.
But her lower mouth was nothing like the one gasping raggedly above it—it gushed a sticky flood of arousal to welcome me in.
I sank in to the very root, until the tip of my glans was knocking at her deepest reaches.
The faint outline of my cock pressing into her was visible just above her narrow waist.
That obscene sight made me pull back and thrust forward again before I could stop myself.
"Hnghk—Constellation, does it feel good?"
"Yes, my lovely Incarnation. More than good."
This was a dream, a lewd and honeyed nightmare—it wasn't as if Lee Ha-rin was going to break just because I moved a little rougher.
Without a single thought for pregnancy or the possibility of an ambush catching us defenseless, I drove my hips with abandon.
I grabbed her small legs, barely hooked over my shoulders, and fucked her like a beast in rut.
The wet slap of flesh filled the small room, drowning out all sound for both of us.
Her breathless, hitching moans kept time with the smack of skin.
The mental pleasure, the physical pleasure, the sheer pressure—all of it crushed down on her, and her eyes went blank and unfocused.
"Nngh, ah, haa..."
She must have realized, half by instinct, how consumed I was with her body.
She bit down on her own finger and whimpered, as if even her soft, hitching moans might disturb me.
Even the pleasure ravaging her own mind was a source of anxiety—what if it got in the way of my enjoyment?
At that, I reached out and rubbed her clit.
Her tiny pearl, only now fully exposed after all that friction and impact—I set out to torment it.
"Let me hear your voice, my Incarnation."
I pressed down as gently as I could given how sensitive the spot was, but even that must have sent a jolt of electrifying pleasure through her.
"Aahh, hyaaahk!"
Her head snapped back, her hips bucked off the bed, and she convulsed as a gush of fluid erupted from her.
A warm stream splashed against my lower belly.
Lee Ha-rin, still hiccuping for breath, looked down at my soaked groin and the sheets and went bone-white.
"I-I'm so, s-sorry—wait—?!"
She started trying to clean up with a still-dry corner of the rumpled bedsheet, so I simply drove my hips back into her.
Every woman had her sexual weaknesses, and hers, judging by the scene before me, might simply be every inch of her.
That small but firm body couldn't withstand the pleasure and arched up off the bed.
"I'm—I'm going to—I can feel it—but I have to serve you—"
She bit down on the crumpled sheet in her fist, and I answered by slamming into her again.
Service. I didn't want that.
Especially not if her idea of service involved sticking fingers up my ass.
...Once I'd had my fill and woken up, I really needed to look into this world's porn.
A small, stray thought crept in—what if my other Incarnations were also targeting my ass?
But the tight clench of Lee Ha-rin's inner walls around my cock, almost painfully intense, crushed that worry instantly.
The sensation of forcibly widening that impossibly narrow passage, thrust after thrust.
Even drenched enough to soak the bedsheets, that virgin channel remained maddeningly tight. I savored it once more.
Slowly, very slowly, I pushed forward.
"Huh... huh... haa..."
Slowly—but unmistakably, all the way in. Was it the sheer wicked mass of it that did it?
Her small lips parted, and she began a peculiar breathing pattern.
Wasn't that... a Lamaze technique? For childbirth?
The sight of her pale lower belly, ever so slightly distended by the bulk of my cock,
sent another twisted thrill of corrupt excitement racing up my spine and through my whole body.
What man wouldn't be aroused by a smooth, inviting body and a belly faintly swollen to the shape of his own cock?
'Still, she's twenty-two.'
She was a grown woman, just small-framed.
Treating her like a child would be wrong.
Using that as my excuse, I reversed course and withdrew.
Again, very slowly.
I savored the way my glans ruthlessly scraped against her delicate inner walls and the way her flesh clenched and writhed, trying to keep me inside.
Whether it was her constitution or the nature of the dream, her tight channel never seemed to loosen.
It delivered a different flavor of pleasure whether I was pounding into it like a madman or sinking in at a leisurely pace.
I sealed her small, gasping lips with my own and, once again, drove into her without mercy.
The night was long.
Very long.
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I left Lee Ha-rin on the bed, teary-eyed and frantically inspecting her pants and underwear, and immediately turned my screen away.
The night had been deeply satisfying, but I had a slightly urgent matter to attend to.
'Where's the nearest sex shop?'
Video porn, a store selling masturbation aids—either would do.
I pulled up the screen and quickly began searching for a nearby adult store.
Gender roles being flipped didn't seem to change much about the sex-shop business; several places popped up immediately.
The posters mostly featured half-naked men instead of women, admittedly.
In the end, only after I'd stealthily peeked into the adult stores and the bedrooms of porn consumers
did I confirm that targeting a man's ass was not a mainstream practice.
Much like in my past life, it was just a deviant fantasy relegated to porn.
Honestly, I was so genuinely relieved that I let out the breath I'd been holding.