Chapter 70: Submission
Chapter 70: Submission
Is there a man alive who hates spending time with a beautiful woman?
Especially one who doesn't just offer love — she lavishes devotion and submission on you. Nobody finds that unpleasant.
Human desire is simple.
"Doe... does it fee...l..."
"Mm. Yeah. Incredible."
Pleasure had her eyes trembling so violently she couldn't even form the words, but she still tried desperately to ask.
Watching that endearing sight gave me a deeper psychological satisfaction than the heat gripping my cock ever could.
At my whisper, the hot flesh clamped down on me like a fist squeezing tight.
No coincidence — the old locker-room joke about athletic women popped into my head.
"Keep... keep going, please..."
She must have thought I liked the legs-together position, because her trembling hands kept clutching her ass and underwear in place.
I snapped my hips forward hard again, struck by her selfless display. Her hands, still gripping her ass, bumped lightly against my pelvis.
"It's fine. Let go and just relax."
"Ah, o-okay..."
I hadn't even begun moving in earnest, yet I could feel her clamped thighs growing hot beneath my touch.
Her whole body was blazing like a furnace — probably from all the magic power we were exchanging.
I pinned her legs down with my weight and drove my hips into her, like a monkey clinging to a tree.
Her legs slowly sank lower. Her waist folded in half, shyly exposing the obscene cleft pointed toward the ceiling.
Even pinned helplessly under a man, gasping for breath, her face held not a hint of dissatisfaction.
The feeling radiating from her blazing skin was pure rapture.
She was drawing mental pleasure not from the sexual act itself, but from being used by her Constellation.
The hands that had been holding her ass moved out of the way of my thrusts.
Then they crept over to rest on my thighs, tugging gently at them.
Even in a position that folded her in half and laid her most shameful parts utterly bare,
her focus remained entirely on me.
The bleak, barren life of the apocalypse.
Women spreading their legs for a single rusty can of food. Men burning through calories more precious than their lives just to satisfy a moment's lust.
I'd seen it all. Yet Lee Ha-rin's submissive, devoted attitude hit me like a violent shock.
A sharp exhale, and my lust surged — like throwing oil onto a fire.
This desire didn't come from the Origin I'd stolen from that bastard I killed.
This was an instinct I'd gained as a Dream Demon, as a Constellation.
A fierce craving tore through me, a flame scorching up my spine all the way to my skull.
I snatched those hands still softly caressing my thighs and crossed them over her chest.
With her arms pinned under her folded legs and her body pressed flat under my weight, she let out a choked, gasping squeak.
I worried, just for a second, if I was being too rough.
But Lee Ha-rin didn't push me away, even crushed under my weight.
She just curled her legs tighter against herself with the arms I'd pinned.
She was already tight inside — if she clamped her legs together on top of that, could I even move?
That endearing sight made me lean into her thighs and rock my hips in a slow grind.
Every stroke felt like pulling my foot out of deep mud — her clutch was so sticky and tight it refused to let me go.
My benevolent image? My Constellation-brand management?
My head, already overheated, went blissfully blank.
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How many times had I had sex since becoming a Constellation, a Dream Demon, in this dream-world?
Playing the ideal man my Incarnations craved, bedding them like that?
I'd never once come away from it this drained — this genuinely, deeply satisfied.
Soaked in sweat, I flopped down beside Lee Ha-rin.
Even with my near-infinite stamina in the dream world, my spent cock lay limp, having clearly done its job and clocked out for the day.
To be holding a naked beauty and feel zero lust left — just how hard had I gone at her?
Having regained some of her strength, Lee Ha-rin whispered from inside my arms.
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yeah. Incredibly."
At my answer, she laughed with pure delight.
That obedient manner — so different from her usual self — held not a trace of doubt.
Her information-obsessed clinging could be creepy sometimes, but in the end, she was beautiful, so it was all forgivable.
Well, aren't all men like that?
I'm sure the women in this world think the same way about pretty men.
A single gesture from either of us could clean us up in an instant in this dream, but neither of us wanted that.
We just lay there tangled together, naked, our sweat-slicked, overheated bodies slowly cooling.
Both of us were utterly content just to hold each other.
I savored the soft, pliant weight of her breast in my hand. By chest size, Lee Ha-rin was the smallest of my Incarnations.
Lee Ha-rin fit in one palm; Han Ye-ji filled a hand completely; and Kim Ha-eun was barely graspable with one hand.
Still, she was far from flat — plenty to play with.
All my lust had been spent and extinguished, so why did I still find myself wanting to fondle her chest?
I slowly flexed both hands, basking in her warm body heat inside my arms.
She'd had her fill of pleasure too, apparently — she draped one hand lightly over my knuckles.
Back against chest, hand over hand. I could feel the slow, heavy beat of her heart.
A lazy rhythm, as if expressing the drowsy glow of the moment.
Then, after a contented silence in my arms, she started to fidget.
Was it because I kept playing with her chest? I'd deliberately avoided touching below her waist — I'd already indulged like an animal.
Just as I was thinking that, a cold sensation touched me lower down.
"Ngh...?"
Hearing my voice, she let out a little giggle and moved her hand back and forth with a soft swish.
She was holding a cold wet wipe.
I'd easily thrust into her hundreds — hell, thousands — of times, but my cock still flinched in surprise at the chill.
"Oh, sorry... my mistake."
Noticing the wipe was too cold only once it touched both her hand and my dick at the same time?
The dirty wipe in her grasp vanished, replaced by a clean, warm towel.
"This better?"
"Yeah, perfect."
We were in a dream. I could have just willed the mess away, or conjured up a shower.
Inconvenient and unnecessary as it was, she began cleaning my body with careful solemnity.
She traced my skin as if soothing over-sensitized nerves.
A towel softer than microfiber wiped down my spent length.
Gently rubbing away the pillar of flesh, still coated in white froth — I couldn't be sure if it was mostly my cum or hers.
She cleaned with just the right pressure to swab the mess away without chafing.
From the tip of the head down the shaft, across the messy groin and balls, and on to my thighs and abs.
The soiled towels kept being swapped out for fresh, warm ones as she cleaned me.
As meticulously as if polishing a trophy, or a precious gemstone.
Warm towel scoured my body, and then hands with a pleasantly firm grip — she must have trained — started kneading my tired muscles.
Before I knew it, the simple towel-wipe had become a full-on body massage, hands working deep into every muscle.
...Wait, why is she so good at this?
Both the body-cleaning and the massage.
I'd been a normal college student in my last life, so I'd never been to a professional massage parlor.
But you can still tell skilled hands from unskilled ones just by feel.
And this was exceptional.
The soft touch of a woman's hands, with that extra grip strength so typical of this reversed world —
put together, it rivaled those legendary imperial massages I'd only ever heard rumors about.
I was stark naked, not a stitch of clothing or even a blanket, yet I'd gone completely limp and surrendered my whole body to her care.
I forced open my drowsy eyelids to see Lee Ha-rin's flushed face.
How could serving me like this somehow seem to restore her own energy?
Getting recharged in the dream world — wasn't that basically saying her mental fortitude was being replenished?
Exhausted by sex, restored by servitude.
The ludicrous thought of "unlimited lucid-dream power cycle" floated through my head.
That's what happens when your mind's still hazy and warm from pleasure — you think all kinds of stupid thoughts.
The air was warm against my bare skin. The hands were working a deep massage around my lower back, and a sweet voice whispered aimless little nothings into my ear, as if understanding my blissed-out state.
I luxuriated in those lavish sensations until the dream finally faded with the muted light of dawn and the distant sound of an alarm.
I stretched, feeling that refreshing, cool calm you get stepping out of a sauna.
I was no longer in the lucid dream but back in my Constellation's space.
On the screen, I saw Lee Ha-rin's back as she rose from bed and prepared for her morning workout.
Even after all that nonstop motion in the dream,
she was humming a cheerful tune as she jogged out onto the training field.
Maybe because she was always doing rituals and research instead of regular training, she seemed closer to the instructors than the other cadets.
She ran the track exchanging nods with the instructors instead of the other Incarnations.
A light jog. Running, running, running —
"What the hell?"
Wasn't that field precisely measured at one kilometer per lap?
Her daily routine was three kilometers — three laps — every single morning.
But watching the screen, I saw her running much faster and far longer than usual, without a single sign of effort.
[Incarnation Lee Ha-rin has completely assimilated the Dream Demon's Second Essence.]
[Talent Awakening: Devotion (獻身)]