Chapter 77: Business 2
Chapter 77: Business 2
What Kim Ha-eun had brought was something you could call dream therapy.
The idea was to visit Incarnations and retired soldiers suffering from psychic damage inflicted by alien monsters,
swallow their fears, erase their nightmares, and inoculate them with mental resilience.
A service that hadn't existed even in this fantasy world.
'Should I be scolding her for this?'
Kim Ha-eun had waltzed in with a blockbuster proposal I'd never even imagined, but my mind was stuck on something else entirely.
Her attitude had turned strange lately.
Rather than relaxed sex where our bodies mingled and emotions flowed,
she'd gotten addicted to the clinical efficiency of Essence Absorption — shoving me down her throat and siphoning magic power in long, steady pulls.
'I don't even know what I'd scold her for.'
It wasn't that simple.
If she'd been treating me like a living dildo and grinding me under her heel, I'd have punished her in a lucid dream so relentless she'd pass out and still not escape it.
But she wasn't treating me like that — she was treating herself like a bucket for storing magic power. That made the lecture a lot messier.
Does "cherish yourself" actually land with someone whose eyes are twisted blind by vengeance?
With a woman who crams me into her throat until she's about to vomit, like some act of self-mutilation?
A guy from this gender-reversed world might find it repulsive,
but from where I stood, it was just me feeling good while she put herself through hell — what exactly was I supposed to say?
Still, letting her keep up this self-destructive magic-draining routine wasn't an option.
The reason I'd started sleeping with women in this world wasn't pleasure.
It was that first conversation with Han Ye-ji over messages, the delight of sending a Clone down and becoming part of civilized society.
Talking with people under the basic assumption that civilized beings don't harm each other.
The exchange of those sweet emotions — wasn't that the whole point?
What Kim Ha-eun was doing — getting me hard,
then jamming me into her mouth like a gas nozzle into a fuel tank — where was the emotional exchange in that?
Skip the foreplay, skip the afterglow, just vacuum up the magic power and semen in one efficient operation.
It might maximize pleasure output and magical efficiency, but that's not what I was after.
'First things first, we're fixing this habit.'
If all I wanted was cheap pleasure, I could've just sweet-talked a whole swarm of pretty girls and built a harem in the dream world — consultations be damned.
Holding that thought, I looked down at Kim Ha-eun as she knelt in front of me like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She pulled my pants down with a motion closer to manual labor than sex, her soft hands gliding over me in smooth, practiced strokes.
"Well then, if you'll excuse me."
She murmured the words quietly, then opened her mouth and — *gulp* — swallowed me down in one greedy gulp.
I still didn't entirely understand how something that large fit into a throat, or why anyone would imagine something that big in the first place.
Just like a guy burying his face in huge tits even if he can't breathe — did the women here just have a thing for massive cocks?
She started sucking naturally, but today was different.
Hypersensitive to magic power as she was, she picked up on the shift in sensation instantly and glanced up at me.
Her small, compact face with my cock in her mouth, eyes lifted toward mine.
Say this for it: the male conquest instinct was getting fed hard.
That's that, and this is this.
I'd told her to do as she pleased, but I'd never said I'd play along.
Bullshit sophistry that wouldn't convince anyone, but what of it?
I was the Constellation, she was the Incarnation.
I gradually dialed down the magic power I'd been feeding through my lower half.
She didn't catch on right away. Still not understanding what I was doing, she cupped my balls politely in both hands.
Then, apparently guessing it was a matter of attitude, she even slowed her previously unrestrained head-bobbing to a more deliberate pace.
Wrong answer.
I lifted my right foot and nudged between her legs with my toes.
The magic power that usually pooled in my lower body shifted entirely toward my big toe.
I couldn't handle a mana veil the way Kim Ha-eun did, but redirecting the flow somewhere else was easy.
"W-wha— s-sir?"
Her whole body jolted at that tiny pulse of magic, like she'd been shocked.
That hypersensitivity explained at once why she'd been wringing me out exclusively with her mouth every single day.
"H-hold— just a moment—"
She spat me out in a fluster, trying to get words out, but I pressed forward with my big toe.
I felt the tip push through the thin fabric with a soft *thwump* and slide into a space that was wet and warm and yielding.
"Hyaahn—"
A gasp punched out of her — limp, half-voiced, like she'd been tickled somewhere unbearable.
'So that's why it's been nothing but this every day.'
She dropped her head against my thigh, both hands clinging to my calf, and the emotion bleeding out of her was unmistakable.
Fluster. Mortification.
'She's a woman. She doesn't want me seeing her come apart like that.'
Han Ye-ji operated on the assumption that whatever I told her to do was simply her due — man or woman, that distinction didn't enter into it —
so if I gave her pleasure, she had no shame about moaning openly and writhing.
Granted, if it got too intense, she'd curl up next to me in bed afterward and get clingy about it.
Lee Ha-rin's whole mindset was that her own pleasure was irrelevant and she existed to serve me,
so no matter what I did, she gritted her teeth and held a dignified front.
Sometimes that meant I could just accept her service in comfort; other times I'd torment her just to watch her bite her bottom lip bloody trying not to break.
What Kim Ha-eun had chosen was hiding her own undignified reactions.
This wasn't about her attitude or mindset as an Incarnation. It was just the ordinary sexual sensibility of a woman from this world.
Constellation or not, she clearly didn't relish showing me the spectacle of a woman losing control and coming first.
'Which just makes me want to torment her more.'
Magic power induces pleasure.
And what happens if you ram that pleasure-inducing magic power straight into her womb through her lower opening?
She'd worked that out before I had — hence the oral Essence extraction.
While also convincing herself it was the most efficient way to manage magic power supply.
Little bit presumptuous, don't you think?
Smiling a sunny little smile, I lifted my right foot higher.
My big toe naturally pushed a bit deeper.
With her build being so distinctly Western, my other toes were digging into the plush curve of her ass at the same time.
Maybe she saw my not-so-innocent smile and put it together. A new emotion came through from her.
Past the fluster and humiliation: pure distress.
"Ha-eun, Ha-eun."
"Y-yesh, C-Constellation?"
Already crumbling under the pleasure drilling into her from below, she slurred the words with a loose tongue.
Savoring the hot breath warming my thigh, I spoke to her in a measured, conversational tone.
Lifting my foot in tiny increments with every word.
Like a hooked fish being reeled in — no, like a plush doll snagged by a crane claw.
"J-just a shecond?!"
Still on her knees, her ample rear, pinned and pushed this way and that by my foot, began rising bit by bit.
Growing wetter each time my toes prodded her upward.
That pale face full of consternation — she'd clearly guessed where this was headed.
"I did say do as you please, but I rather feel your manners toward men could use some work."
"I-I'm sorry...!"
She wasn't kneeling anymore; she was clinging to my leg. I let the magic power flow a little stronger.
Her strength seemed to give out. She sank onto the top of my foot, both legs wrapped around my calf,
her large breasts resting squarely on my thigh as she panted for breath.
Skin against skin, magic power tangling — we read each other's emotions through the contact.
She knew I wasn't angry.
She knew the reason I was smiling sunnily was pure sadistic mischief.
And she knew that out of that mischief and curiosity, I was about to rain down a pleasure she couldn't handle.
"The business idea is really, really commendable, though."
When I thought about it, Kim Ha-eun had never actually been on the receiving end of me.
That first encounter, I'd let her have her way to help her release all those pent-up emotions.
The way she'd torn my clothes off had screamed maneater, but after that, the awkward touches had been pure maidenly inexperience.
And after that rough first time — pain and pleasure all tangled together — she'd switched straight to oral, so to put it crudely, I'd never made her "finish."
"Which means I'll have to give you a little punishment. Won't I?"
She read my emotions. Before she could steel herself, I hoisted my foot hard.
Her ass lifted sharply, like a fish hooked and yanked.
She clung to my thigh, caught in an awkward, half-supported position.
Neither standing nor sitting, suspended all wrong, she craned her neck to look up at me — her purple eyes catching mine.
And in those eyes, unmistakable anticipation.
"Y-yesh... I-I'll accept it."
A carnivorous masochist — now there's a phrase, all contradiction and pure turn-on.
Would I have ever run into this outside a gender-reversed world?
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I'd originally planned to tease her with the magic power supply, then gradually cut it back,
making her so desperate for more that she'd learn to use the lower mouth instead of the upper one.
But I'd apparently let myself think with the head below my neck instead of the one above it, and things had veered somewhere unexpected.
'Still, can't say I'm complaining.'
Not that I've got some fixation on sexualized violence against women.
But when an obscene body like this is right in front of me — waist cinched tight, hips nearly as wide as my own — what am I supposed to do?
Staring at that overwhelming silhouette rippling like waves, my hand rose on its own.
Smack!
"F-fifteen!"
Palm open, I brought it down on that pale ass with a crisp *thwack*, the same motion as slapping a thigh in emphasis.
Savoring the way the springy, resilient flesh filled my palm, I bore down with my hips hard.
To pump the Dream Demon's Essence straight into her deepest core.
Magic power packed densely into my palm, into the semen — so every slap on her backside delivered pleasure instead of pain.
If she wanted to rattle on about efficiency, then I'd pack her to the absolute limit.
The way a big-hearted lunch-stand ajumma heaps on the side dishes until the plate's overflowing.
Semen's free anyway — imagine it, and it's infinite.
No zinc, no supplements, no eel, no virility tonics. If I want it, my sexual stamina is infinite.
Infinite male stamina doesn't just mean I can keep thrusting for hours.
It means no cap on the number of times I can ejaculate, either.
Every time I pumped my hips a few times and even the faintest hint of climax stirred, I could slap that pale ass — *thwack, thwack* — and come right then.
Thick with magic power.
Enjoying the pleasure flooding up from every nerve ending, I thrust deep.
As I kneaded the reddened curves gently and worked my hips, the lewd sound of flesh rippling filled the room.
Her ass was built like a Western porn star's — big enough that the soft impact of skin on skin slapped rhythmically against my thighs.
How were her hips almost the width of my waist?
That massive rear was going to get me hopelessly addicted to doggy style.
I grabbed her cinched waist hard to start thrusting like an animal again — and Kim Ha-eun, feeling the magic power crackling in my grip, yelped in alarm.
"S-sixtee—?!"
I leaned forward and bore down on her trembling feminine frame.
The yielding softness of her flesh squashing flat under my weight.
Her inner muscles, her generous tits, that big ass — I felt it all shuddering against my body, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her.
"Oh dear, but that one doesn't count. Looks like we'll have to start counting from the beginning, hm?"
"I-I'm sorry — from fifteen...?"
"No, no — I said from the beginning. And I've still got quite a lot of magic power left, you know."
I said it that way, but I was pressed for time, so I circulated magic power through my whole body.
Wrapping my skin in magic like revving an engine, I pressed down on Kim Ha-eun hard.
Just magic power in my palm was enough to make her spasm — so what would happen if I blanketed my whole body in it and held her tight?
"......!"
She gasped, mouth opening and closing in a silent scream, as I crushed her underneath me and emptied myself deep inside her once more.
Starting tomorrow, I really will let her do whatever she wants.