Chapter 69: Nature
Chapter 69: Nature
I pressed a kiss to her outstretched leg.
Firm, pillowy thighs, toned by exercise.
Lee Ha-rin covered her face with both hands, as if she couldn't believe her Constellation was positioned between her forcibly parted legs.
The sight struck me as oddly reminiscent of a shy woman from my old world—a feeling that had grown strange to me now.
a year was more than enough time to grow accustomed to this gender-reversed society.
"Th-that place is dirty...!"
"In a dream?"
"Eeek!"
I dusted a trail of light, pecking kisses from her thigh down to her ankle.
I'd assumed her legs would be soft from sitting at a desk all day, but they were surprisingly firm.
When I pressed my lips to the rigid tension of her thigh, the unfamiliar sensation—so different from a chest or lips—sent a thrill through me.
'Didn't she say her sexiest underwear was gray?'
As I pushed forward, a glimpse of plain, thoroughly unarousing underwear came into view between her parted legs.
Baggy gray cotton, hugging her waist with an elastic band.
So, instead of moving toward her pubic bone, I kept kissing the back of her knee, her calf. I could see the fabric slowly dampening.
At the same time, her sensations flooded into me through the contact—a roaring river of feeling.
The sense of immorality and awe at receiving a Constellation's oral service,
the sexual fantasy of keeping a superior man down and squirming, laced with the anxiety that she had no right to this.
The negative emotions rattled her mind, amplifying the pleasure.
As I teased her leg with a few more kisses, feeling those swirling emotions through my lips, I finally felt like a true Dream Demon.
"Constellation, please...!"
Her pleading likely begged me to stop, but how could I resist when she looked up at me with such a tearful face?
"There, there. I understand."
"Hyaaak!"
I licked a path upward, slowly raising my head.
From the back of her knee to her calf, calf to ankle. Her thigh was thick and firm, but her ankle was surprisingly slender.
It wasn't as pronounced as Kim Ha-eun, but Lee Ha-rin's body also appeared to be subtly transforming, perhaps from absorbing a Dream Demon's magic power.
"Hic, why, why my foot...?"
Her eyes, now filled with confusion rather than just pleasure and sinful delight, stared down at me.
Her lying flat while I stood and held her ankle made the scene look utterly helpless.
She squirmed only her upper body, afraid that thrashing too wildly might end up kicking me in the face.
As sadistic impulses flared up inside me like a blaze, I simply acted on them.
"Why, why, why, ack!"
'Oh, this actually works.'
I caught her wriggling toes and gently bit down on her ankle, simultaneously sending a strong pulse of magic power into her.
Perhaps it was because her body had been subtly altered by the Dream Demon's essence,
but the plain gray underwear flooded with a darker, deeper wetness.
Faced with the bewildering situation of feeling pleasure from teeth clamped on her ankle,
Lee Ha-rin's hands, which had been covering her face, flopped limply to her sides.
Flushed cheeks, the corners of her eyes brimming with tears, her gaze darting frantically between my face and the empty air as if she still couldn't process what was happening.
I pulled my mouth away from her ankle, knelt, and brought my face close to her core, which radiated a strange heat.
The tip of my nose poked into the soaked gray panties, and my breath, trapped against her thigh, warmed her pubic bone.
Our eyes met through the valley of her breasts and over the edge of her underwear, then she arched her head back to stare at the ceiling.
A wet, sucking kiss landed right on her soaked panties.
By now, the underwear had lost all function, clinging transparently to her mound.
Every detail was visible through the thin fabric, so I pressed kiss after kiss there.
Inside my mouth, a tasteless, odorless liquid.
Since I had no particular fetish for the flavor of a woman's juices,
her sticky, overflowing nectar had no scent at all.
What it did have was an intensely overbearing magic response, one that stimulated both me and her at the same time.
"C-Constellation, please, at least let me shower."
"We can wash together in a little while."
Still burning red, Lee Ha-rin shut her mouth.
It seemed she'd finally realized that nothing she said would sway me.
I prodded my tongue against the thin fabric, teasing her folds, and only the sound of her breath hitching escaped her lips.
I stimulated her with only my tongue until the underwear, soaked with who-knows-what mixture of saliva and nectar, was completely useless.
I'd used both arms to grip her thighs, positioning myself so they pressed against my cheeks. The feeling of having a Constellation trapped between her legs seemed to overwhelm her—I could feel the tension lock every muscle from her calves up to her thighs, pressing in on both sides of my face.
I gave one last, lewdly wet kiss, then stood up. The legs I'd been holding, freed, flopped open to the sides.
Probably a recoil from the uncomfortable position she'd been straining to hold.
Desperate to escape this crushing pleasure, she opened her mouth.
"S-so, now, can I...?"
The lingering sensation of her springy thighs against my cheeks made me grab her other leg and lift it.
She could only gasp for short, sharp breaths, unable to react to the incomprehensible pleasure, and I felt the desire in my chest smile in smug satisfaction.
Forget the cosplay as a benevolent church-boy; a Dream Demon's sordid sexual desires were closer to a king who pins his women down and dominates them, weren't they?
It was a little ridiculous for my emotions to be this rattled just from eating a few dozen Fragments of Nightmare, but so what?
If it's begging to be fucked, I fuck it.
"Look, I should—"
"Tonight, just stay still for me."
"Yes."
True to form, her reply and resignation were lightning-fast.
I grabbed her two ankles and lifted them like I was changing a baby's diaper, causing her firm thighs to clamp tightly together.
The vaguely convenient thing about this dream world was being able to remove clothes without using your hands.
Usually, I would have savored slowly undressing her, enjoying how she blushed like a virgin watching a strip show, but I didn't have that kind of patience tonight.
The fact that my cock was hard to the point of pain only confirmed that a Dream Demon's magic was fundamentally tied to sex.
Obeying my command to stay still, Lee Ha-rin had laid her arms across her chest like a pharaoh and gone rigid. I gathered her two legs into my embrace.
Then I shoved my glans, now hard as a steel spike, forward like a battering ram—not into the flesh still covered by her clinging panties, but between her tightly pressed thighs.
"Th-this is..."
I heard the sound of her gulping from here.
The texture of her skin, so different from the sticky, tender inner flesh, squeezed around my length with a tight, dry friction.
It was a little uncomfortable, but after a few more thrusts, the motion began to ease, growing slicker.
Whether it was wet from my precum or her own arousal, the dampness between her thighs gave me a novel kind of pleasure.
And as the massive length of my cock—crafted from my incarnations' fantasies to rival a black man's—began to peek out with its glans from between those thick, firm thighs—
"Is it... good...?"
She reached out a trembling hand and began tickling my glans with her thumb.
What did a thigh job even mean in a gender-reversed world?
The idle thought evaporated under the alien pleasure of her gently scratching the tip of my cock.
"Hoo... yeah, it's fucking amazing..."
Whenever the friction started to feel a little too dry, I'd bite down on the calf and ankle right in front of me and grind my hips.
It was like pressing the pump on a lotion bottle; every time I bit down, a gush of her fluids would overflow, soaking past her panties and keeping my shaft from chafing painfully.
The mix of the firm skin of her thighs clamped around my pillar of flesh, and the delicate touch of her fingers scratching at my twitching glans,
created an unfamiliar ecstasy that mercilessly pushed me toward climax.
Since this dream had neither limits on stamina nor virility, I didn't hesitate to drive forward with all my strength, releasing the tension in my lower back.
"Whoa... it's so hot."
My cum didn't just dribble out; it shot out like a cannon, splashing against the underside of her breasts.
Blocked by that obstacle, the thick, white fluid dirtied her toned, flawless stomach and pooled in the dip of her belly button.
Defiled by the white liquid, she slowly, curiously poked at the semen.
The sight was both lewd and innocently naive, and my cock, before even losing its post-orgasm stiffness, rose again, rigid and hard.
"So, um... you're not done, right...?"
The strength in my arms around her legs had slackened as I basked in the afterglow, but perhaps she felt my cock stiffen again.
She murmured quietly and then began tightening her thighs together on her own.
Seeing that devotion, I pressed her legs down even harder.
Deeply, until her bent knees nearly touched her chest.
"In... in this position?"
From beyond her calves, which now obscured her flushed face, I heard a trembling voice.
I didn't bother answering, instead rubbing my glans with a slow, wet stroke across her exposed backside.
The sticky-wet panties chafed and slid, tempering my cock like a forge hardening steel.
Through those drenched panties, the shape of her inner flesh was clear and distinct.
Had she understood the silent pressure?
The trembling, muttered words stopped, and she used both hands to push the soaked underwear aside.
One hand pulled the panties to the side while the other squeezed her ass cheek, leaving her most private place completely exposed.
The emotions surging from her were less about pleasure and more a struggle against sheer embarrassment, so I did her the kindness of helping her forget everything else.
"Don't let go."
"...!"
With a brutal, full-force thrust of my hips.