Chapter 81: Relieving Needs 2
Chapter 81: Relieving Needs 2
A dim light flickered on as I shoved the worn plastic key fob, its lettering long since rubbed away, into the slot on the key holder beside the shoe rack.
A yellowing heated mat, a squat little refrigerator, a vanity stocked with a disposable toothbrush.
I couldn't figure out how, in another world entirely, this place ended up looking exactly like the motel outside our base, identical to what Han Ye-ji was imagining.
Or maybe, since she'd never actually been inside one, it was built from my memories instead?
"What are you doing? Get in here."
I hurried Han Ye-ji along as she lingered hesitantly in the doorway.
Maybe it was because she wasn't Han Ye-ji the Incarnation, the rising rookie of the Suppression Unit, but just Han Ye-ji, an ordinary college student.
Watching her dawdle was a little frustrating. She only stepped inside when I flopped down heavily on the room's single rickety bed.
While she watched me warily, I stood and headed for the small fridge.
The colors and logo were different, but the free canned coffee inside was the same.
The old fridge's compressor was as weak as its age implied, leaving the coffee in a dismal state—neither properly cold nor lukewarm.
"So, uh, could you explain...?"
"Haven't you seen this in movies? You know, people who see something they shouldn't and get silenced."
"That person...?"
"Yeah, and now you're being chased just for having been in that alley."
I gave her the rough outline while sipping the tepid coffee.
The finer details of the plot could be filled in by her own hazy, half-formed thoughts anyway.
A pack of suit-wearing bodyguards who jump straight to eliminating a witness instead of trying to bribe her was completely absurd.
But in a dream, absurdities are accepted. Especially in the unconscious mind, not a lucid dream.
"Wh-what should I do?"
"That's why I'm here. We stall for time and keep running, and the situation will sort itself out."
As I spoke, a strange wave of heat rose from the thin bike suit.
It felt stuffy, clammy, just unbearably hot, so I grabbed the zipper at my chin and pulled it down with a sharp hiss, stopping just above my navel.
Han Ye-ji, awkward about being alone with a man in a motel room, had been fidgeting with the coffee sticks and a water bottle beside the fridge.
At the sound of clothing being undone, she turned toward me, then flinched in shock, the bottle hitting the floor with a thud.
"Wh-why are you taking that off?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake, it's just a guy taking off his top. Don't act like you're some blushing virgin."
"...But I am one?"
Her face went beet red as she mumbled the words.
A virgin? We've been rolling around together in lucid dreams for over a year. The hell she is.
A scoff, along with the sneer that tried to follow it, died in my throat.
This cringey roleplay was making my words keep coming out harsher than I meant them to.
Maybe eating all those Nightmare fragments was bringing back my old temper.
Anyway, I just lay back on the bed in front of Han Ye-ji, her face still flushed from blurting out that she was a virgin.
I pulled the zipper of the stifling bike suit down a little further.
The cool air slipping through the open suit all the way to my waist was a chill relief against my skin.
A tickle at the back of my mind told me I knew exactly what to say here.
"Yeah? You could end up dead before sunrise. Want me to take care of that virginity for you?"
"...Huh?"
I sat up from the waist in front of the flustered Han Ye-ji, the motion making the zipper, already down to my hips, slide even lower to the edge of my pubic bone.
The opening of the suit wasn't wide enough to show my cock, but the hair on my lower belly was plainly visible.
"The night's long and we've got nothing to do. Come here."
I grabbed her as she stood there awkwardly, still clutching the water bottle, and tossed her onto the bed.
The gender roles of this world might be reversed, but the wish to lean on a handsome, reliable older partner?
That's a desire anyone could have, man or woman.
It was a want I could understand, especially coming from Han Ye-ji, who'd been a breadwinner from a young age and showed all the textbook signs of affection-deprivation.
"U-uh, wait—?"
She started sputtering something straight out of a cheap adult comic about how we'd just met and I shouldn't be doing this. I shut her up with a kiss.
Her lips were frozen stiff. I tapped them with my tongue, but they stayed rigid, so I grabbed her hand—snapped to attention at her side like a soldier's—and shoved it inside my suit.
Maybe from the bike ride, or from handling that cold water bottle in the fridge,
her icy hand wormed its way between the suit and my skin, cooling down my overheated body.
Only when her hand pressed against my bare skin did Han Ye-ji finally seem to come to her senses, reacting little by little.
"Don't be so frustrating. Do you not want this?"
I asked, my fingers moving while she still couldn't seem to figure out how to open her mouth.
She'd been gasping for breath through her nose the entire time we kissed, as if she couldn't open her mouth—or even remember to breathe. She shook her head weakly.
I pressed her down onto the bed and leaned over her, bringing my face close again.
Just before our lips touched, I felt her ragged breath tickle my face and whispered a short command.
"Open your mouth. If you don't, I'll bite."
I gave her a light, threatening peck on the lips.
A bird kiss, light as a peck. Maybe even in her unconscious, this kind of light kissing we'd done before was acceptable,
because she finally, tentatively, parted her lips.
I slid my tongue inside, coiling like a snake around a branch to invade her mouth. Her own tongue, startled, tried to flee.
I pushed my tongue in deep. Our flesh chased and tangled in a slick pursuit.
She couldn't seem to adjust to the feeling of someone else's tongue inside her mouth,
and seeing her squeeze her eyes shut like a child getting a shot only made me want to torment her more.
Being led by a handsome older man—that was her desire, so it was fine, right?
I pulled my lips away and lifted my head, a string of saliva stretching before breaking with a wet drip.
She just lay there, chin slick with spit, looking dazed from lack of oxygen.
Seeing her so limp and out of it, there was no need to test her limits any further.
Nothing was popping into my head—no strange flashes of heat or cold.
That meant only one of her desires was left. I took off the suit without hesitation.
"You're... really going to do it?"
"What, getting cold feet? Not very womanly of you."
"No."
"Then you take it off... or should I do it for you?"
At my words, she quietly peeled off her sweatpants.
Her body was from a life of part-time jobs, not working out, so her arms were soft and a cute little pouch of fat sat on her lower belly.
It's a fantasy, but she's surprisingly faithful to the details.
Seemingly self-conscious about her figure now that she was undressed, she shyly moved a hand to cover herself below.
"Oh, for crying out loud, stop acting like some blushing country boy being sold off."
I smacked the back of her hand aside, revealing her smooth, slightly damp sex.
Having been scolded once, she seemed to give up on the idea of covering her chest
and instead, clutching the bedding awkwardly, she started staring intently at my naked body.
So intently I worried she might get a crick in her neck.
Though, being a dream, it'd probably be fine.
I settled between her legs and took aim.
I tapped the head of my cock against her wet, yielding flesh, and Han Ye-ji let out a low, unintelligible moan.
"What, is this your first time seeing one without pixelation?"
"Wh-what?"
"Or have you only ever seen the plastic kind?"
"I never used one of th—ah?!"
As she sputtered, flustered by my teasing dirty talk, her mind was elsewhere. I took the chance and drove my hips forward.
There was a sensation of forcefully parting tight inner flesh, and I felt the tip of my cock tear through a thin scrap of skin.
"What's wrong, does it hurt?"
"It's... a little stingy...?"
Her fantasy apparently included the moment of losing her virginity; her eyes glistened with tears even as she tried to play it cool.
In this world where women were dominant, was there some notion that crying when your hymen breaks is just pathetic?
...Well, if a woman watched a guy cry about his foreskin hurting the first time he put it in, wouldn't a thousand-year love go cold in an instant?
With that thought, I slowly drew my hips back.
With a wet, obscene squelch, my cock, now faintly streaked with blood, slipped back out into the open air.
"Yeah? Then I'm going to move."
"A-as much as you want...?"
Grabbing Han Ye-ji's thighs as she put on a brave front, I slammed back in without pulling all the way out.
True to a world created by her unconscious mind, from the second thrust onward, the sounds she made were small, whimpering moans of pleasure instead of pain.
My thick cock forced its way back into her tight, resistant flesh.
Even when fantasizing about a mysterious handsome man in a bike suit, it seemed a preference for big ones was universal.
Maybe it was like how men, when fantasizing about a beauty, default to big tits.
Pinned beneath me, her feverish gaze roamed over my naked body as if cataloging every detail.
From my sunken collarbone, deep enough to hold water, to my broad pectorals and sharply defined abs.
She definitely had a thing for a fit, muscular guy.
Then again, it's only natural for anyone, man or woman, to be drawn to a good figure.
Unless you lived in a world like some ancient primitive tribe where a belly folding into three or four rolls was considered the peak of voluptuous beauty,
a good body is ultimately an attractive feature.
That much was obvious, even as our stomachs and lips met,
just from the way Han Ye-ji's eyes couldn't seem to leave my abs and pecs.
"What, want to touch?"
"..."
Seeming not to know what to say, Han Ye-ji just nodded and silently reached out.
The tips of her fingers crept forward cautiously, starting from my solar plexus and slowly tracing a line up my chest.
From my chest to my collarbone and shoulders, then back down toward my nipple.
As she was softly stroking my chest with her fingertips, she suddenly frowned and arched her back up.
She'd even taken having her virginity broken as pure pleasure, so had her first orgasm just come on that fast, too?
Without any warning signs, her body suddenly trembled violently, clamping down on my cock as if it were trying to crush the life out of it.
I didn't bother holding back this time either, releasing my own tension at the exact same moment.
"Hoo... for someone who kept insisting she was a virgin, you're pretty good at this."
My mouth moved on its own as I rode the afterglow of climax.
Maybe she'd wanted to be praised for doing well on her first time.
Though, Han Ye-ji's actual first time had ended with her making a mess of her sheets from a wet dream.
No matter how you tried to spin it, you couldn't call that romantic.
Having a wet dream... why did it feel so pathetic?