Chapter 86: Incarnation, Han Ye-ji 2
Chapter 86: Incarnation, Han Ye-ji 2
We had made love in all kinds of places—lavish restaurants, hotel suites, the full spread.
Now, over a year into her contract as my Incarnation, I'd lost count of how many times we'd been together.
And yet, the reason we lay huddled close, whispering bated breath to each other—
"Nuna, you asleep? I'm ordering chicken. You don't want any, right?"
"I already ate dinner."
"Even if you hadn't, I wouldn't share."
—was because this wasn't a lucid dream. This was real.
The sound of a TV variety show drifted in from the living room.
I'd locked the door, but my heart still pounded. It was unavoidable.
When my Clone couldn't last long enough, normally I just watched TV out there alone. I'd never actually been with her like this in her own room.
"Um, my Constellation? We're going to... do it here?"
"Why? You don't want to?"
I laid my hand over hers as it crept slowly across my thigh.
Han Ye-ji's soft hand had come to a stop against my side, so I carefully guided it downward, toward my groin.
I felt her flinch through my own skin—her fingertips must have brushed against my coarse pubic hair.
"No..."
We grinned at each other, huddled beneath the same blanket, and kept our voices to whispers.
As if just meeting each other's eyes was happiness enough.
Who wouldn't be thrilled, lying in bed with their ideal partner, playing around under the covers?
with her little brother right outside, anything too intense was out of the question.
The moment I felt her warm, steady grip wrap around my cock, I reached out too.
My target was, naturally, the panties she'd taken off earlier.
I savored the softness beneath my fingertips as I gently stroked Han Ye-ji's lower belly.
In time with that, her fingers began tracing slow circles around the ridge of my glans.
My fingers slid lower, slick with her wetness, while hers grew damp from the fluid seeping from my tip.
Beneath the blanket, we used pre-cum and her own arousal as lube, teasing each other with our hands.
While her slender fingers toyed with my glans like she was fiddling with a lever, I slid my middle finger deep inside her.
Not to be outdone, she retaliated—pressing her palm against the head of my cock and rotating it, as if shaping clay on a wheel.
The heat under the blanket was stifling.
Through her fingertips, I read the fierce, almost competitive emotion—a feminine pride that refused to let her be the first to come undone.
Her thin sleep shirt slipped aside, exposing a pale breast.
Through the loose neckline, I felt Han Ye-ji's gaze fixed on my neck and chest.
Our eyes met again, and we both let out a quiet snort of laughter in perfect synchrony.
"Don't make a sound. Someone might hear."
"The TV's pretty loud, so... it should be okay?"
She said that even as her palms worked me with soft, smacking sounds.
Back in my old world, if a woman had been that cocky, I'd have pinned her to the bed until she couldn't even whimper.
I really have gotten soft in this world, I thought, letting all the tension drain from my lower body.
One hand gripped my shaft, the other spread flat and pressed down on my glans, rubbing in slow, circling strokes.
It wasn't rough or fast, but the sticky friction on the tip alone was enough to build my release dangerously fast in the stuffy heat under the blanket.
'Well, no reason to hold back, I guess...'
Had she felt my cock pulse like a heartbeat against her palms?
She cupped both hands in front of my cock as if bracing to catch water from a faucet, readying for the mess.
That sight sent a little thrill of anticipation through me.
Come to think of it, in our dreams together, I'd always finished inside her. She really had no idea how much semen there'd be.
My cock jerked sharply upward and erupted, thick ropes of semen spurting out.
Of course—my stamina, honed and amplified infinitely by my Incarnations' fantasies, was beyond absurd.
No pair of hands could contain this load.
The gushing semen shot past her palms, splattering across her pale face and the cleft of her breasts.
Finishing deep inside a woman's body has its own pleasure, but dirtying her like this was also deeply satisfying.
That's why my old world had all those categories for facials and body shots and the like.
Watching my semen drip slowly along the elegant bridge of her nose and down over her soft, pillowy cleavage as she lay on her side...
I was already hard again.
"Did you like it?"
She smiled, not at all upset by the cum on her face and body.
I could feel the pride radiating from her—the pride of having satisfied her man with nothing but her two hands.
There was no reason to be displeased, so I gave a small nod and brushed my lips lightly against hers.
Well, none of it got on her mouth...
Holding that slightly impolite thought, I pulled back and watched as the semen smeared across Han Ye-ji's palms and chest silently vanished.
It was slower than Kim Ha-eun's absorption, but it proved Han Ye-ji was equally adept at converting a Dream Demon's essence directly into magic power.
Watching her wipe the cum off her chest with brisk swipes of her palm...
my freshly spent cock immediately forgot it had just come and twitched to attention again.
Even though it vanished right away, the sight of her rubbing that sticky fluid into her own skin was outrageously arousing.
"Still not enough?"
Her rare flash of confidence was so cute that I stayed still, and she reached out once more.
This time, one hand wrapped around my shaft while the other cradled my heavy balls.
Clone or not, having your most vulnerable spot cupped in someone else's hand sent a momentary chill down my spine.
But that chill quickly dissolved into a warm, comfortable pleasure.
With feather-light movements, her fingers slowly massaged my sack while her other hand formed a ring and stroked up and down my shaft.
At the same time, a flood of Han Ye-ji's own emotions washed over me.
Anticipation and curiosity.
"Heh-heh, so this spot here... like this..."
'You picked that up from porn, didn't you.'
I'd thought something felt different from usual—was she copying what she'd just watched?
I let out a lazy sigh, and spurred by my breath, Han Ye-ji's hands began moving faster.
'Getting a little cheeky, aren't you?'
My gaze, which had been fixed on her chest, dropped lower.
The way she was so focused on my rigid, twitching cock, pumping it up and down with both hands—it was a little cute, but also a little too bold.
Maybe because I'd always cast Han Ye-ji as the adorable, airheaded type in my head,
seeing her all puffed up made me want to knock her down a peg.
Yes, she looked far better as a whimpering, pouty mess sprawled across the bed than strutting around smug.
With that impulse in mind, I crooked the finger she'd forgotten was still inside her.
Slowly, and with exquisite care, I explored the soft, ridged texture of her inner walls.
This body was a Clone, so I didn't have to worry about scratching her with long nails—I could safely let my fingers explore.
I pressed my index and middle fingers together into a hook and began to scratch, as gently as scratching a cat's cheek, from the inside.
"Hgyaa—? M-my Constellation?"
"It'd be rude if I was the only one receiving, wouldn't it?"
When I gave her a mischievous grin, she smiled back.
It was the kind of smile that held a hint of "this isn't what I signed up for," with just a trace of regret behind it. But what could she do?
Wasn't it her own fault for looking so absurdly cute when she let out that smug little snort earlier?
I channeled magic power into my fingertips and pressed firmly against that textured spot.
The sudden jolt of electric pleasure deep in her belly made Han Ye-ji flinch with a stifled yelp—her hands stopped dead.
I reached out with my other hand, slipped it under her shirt, and began to knead her breast.
That seemed to bring her back to herself, and she started pumping my cock again.
Her earlier confidence was gone now. She stared at me with anxious eyes.
"Uh, Constellation? The magic... your magic power...!"
"Shh. The variety show must be over. I can't hear the TV anymore."
While we'd been lost in each other, the sound from the living room had cut off entirely.
Her brother had probably finished his chicken and gone to his own room.
Now there was more distance between us, and an extra door, but the disappearance of the TV noise—our only audio cover—was a little dangerous.
Not for me. Only for Han Ye-ji.
What would her brother think if he heard his sister's stifled moans from inside the room?
Would he think, "Oh, the Constellation descended as a Clone, and they're just having a nice time together~"?
Or would he think, "That crazy bitch is watching porn and getting off right next to me, without even trying to keep quiet"?
I must not have been the only one with those thoughts. Han Ye-ji gave an awkward laugh and bit down on the hem of her shirt.
'She knows I'm not going to go easy on her.'
That hid the cleavage I'd been enjoying through her loose clothes, but her shirt had ridden up, and now her twitching lower belly and the soft dip of her navel were on full display.
I slid the hand that had been on her breast downward and leisurely stroked her stomach.
If I channeled magic through both hands right now, could I stimulate her from the inside and outside at the same time?
I was struck by a sudden, idle curiosity—like wondering if my fingers would get stuck like a Chinese finger trap.
Maybe she could already picture it—the pleasure and her own imminent undoing—because of my finger still moving inside her, and the other hand now lazily settling into place on top.
All at once, Han Ye-ji's hands began moving in a frenzy.
The wet, smacking sounds turned into a rapid pat-pat-pat against my thigh.
Instead of the lazy, kneading strokes from before, she was using both hands in a desperate bid to push me over the edge.
Was she trying to make me come one more time, figuring she was going to lose it too?
Or did she think that if she got me off gently, I wouldn't tease her so wickedly?
By now, the heat under the blanket was so dense I half-expected steam to be rising off it.
I felt my cock twitch again, and Han Ye-ji tried a different approach.
She squirmed and pressed herself even closer.
So close that my eager, pulsing cock was rubbing right against her lower belly.
Pressing herself that close meant the lovely pale stomach I'd been admiring disappeared from view, but besides the pumping of her hands, the firm pressure of her skin against the tip of my glans sent the urge to cum soaring again.
So that was her plan—catch it on her skin, stop it from spilling on the bed, and convert it straight into magic power.
Once again, there was no reason to hold back, and I let my release wash over me.
I rubbed the tip of my cock over the firm plane of her belly and the dip of her navel as I came.
At the same time, I focused magic power into the finger still buried inside her.
As magic pulsed through her, the hot semen I'd just spilled across her stomach transformed instantly into pure magical energy.
At twice the speed she could normally absorb it.
"H-hup, nnngh, hmp..."
Her body curled in on itself, her back arching with a trembling shudder.
Well, at least her brother won't have heard a thing.