Chapter 9: Real Combat
Chapter 9: Real Combat
The voice was a murmur, but I had no trouble catching it.
A smooth, naked body burrowed into my arms as if begging for affection.
Han Ye-ji's skin, hot with embarrassment, spread its warmth through my whole body.
"That's right. You get honest in dreams. It's your own dream."
I let myself go slack, following instinct wherever it led.
I pulled her into the same tight embrace as the night before, and her thin back shivered—maybe she was already imagining the pleasure to come.
This dream stripped inhibition clean away. No more stiff, guarded muscle—just the soft, pliant body of a high school girl.
"So. What do you want me to do to you?"
I traced a fingertip down the line of her spine and whispered into her ear. The downy skin beneath it quivered.
At the same time she squirmed deeper into my arms, like a giant dog trying its hardest to be cute. The corner of my mouth tugged up on its own.
I teased her, savoring that soft skin and the fall of her hair, until the words actually left her mouth.
I wasn't the one in a hurry—Han Ye-ji was.
I slid my left hand under her head as a pillow and gathered a fistful of her hair.
Not yanking it. I gathered it the way you would pull it into a ponytail, drawing the strands aside to bare the nape of her neck.
At the same time I stretched my right arm around her, cradling her close, and rested my hand against that exposed nape.
The skin fluttered the second my fingertip touched it.
I gripped the nape of her neck and pulled her in until her ear was right against my lips.
Words weren't necessary anymore.
A soft huff of breath against her ear was enough—she was already burning up.
"C-can you hold me a little tighter...?"
She forced the whisper out through the heat and the shame.
Her face was right against mine, but the voice was so small I barely caught it. Still, I'd teased her enough.
"Good. Good girl."
She must have felt embarrassed by even that tiny wish, because she curled herself up tighter and clung to me.
I soaked in the sensation of a female body rubbing against mine and squeezed her tight.
I moved my left hand from under her head down to the small of her back, and angled my right hand lower to take a grip on her ass.
It was the same pose as the night before. She startled so hard in my arms she practically jolted,
but then she gave up and went limp under the rough grip of a man's hand.
Good. That was better for both of us.
Getting interrupted right before the main event twice in a row—any man would be pissed.
I spread my fingers wide and squeezed a handful of that plush, full ass.
Only three months of training, but youth and exercise had done their work. It had real heft to it.
Just having her backside grabbed and her private parts exposed was apparently enough to get her worked up.
She twitched, and another slick trickle leaked from her core.
"You're turned on, aren't you? By your own Constellation... harboring desires like this."
"H-heek— I'm, I'm sor-ry."
"How many times do I have to tell you not to apologize for this?"
I gave her a light smack—just my fingers, against the crevice of her ass, where I was already holding her.
But even with a light tap to a spot sensitive for both men and women, she showed no displeasure.
No—she was too drunk on pleasure to manage it.
From the flawless smooth small of her back to the grip-worthy swell of her hips.
I didn't bother hiding my erection. I rubbed it against her thigh and enjoyed that frail young body with everything I had.
"Now. Be honest. You do have something you really want, don't you?"
I cupped her cheek in my palm and tilted her face upward.
A single tear clung to the corner of her eye, and it was so devastatingly seductive.
Sometimes, tears from a woman who smiles like the sun can arouse a man more than anything else.
That single clear droplet hung there, trembling, on the verge of falling. She whispered in a tiny voice.
"Stop teasing me, Constellaaation, nnh..."
Playfulness flared up, and I slid a finger deep inside her, smooth and easy.
It was barely two fingers slipping gently into her, but even that was too much for that tight passage. She whimpered and twisted.
Taking pleasure from someone else's hand instead of your own is hard to get used to.
Harder still for a virgin who only needs two fingers and a few strokes to go pop right over the edge.
But she held on—she didn't jolt awake with a shriek the way she had when she first felt it in a dream the night before. I was proud of her.
Mm. If we spent the whole night like this, Ye-ji's bed tomorrow would be...
She'd figure it out. She wasn't a kid.
I patted her on the head and murmured into her ear. Good girl, good girl.
At the same time, the fingers of my other hand toyed with her slick, soaked insides.
Being treated like a child and sexually molested at the same time—her mind seemed to fog over. Her tear-streaked face melted and softened.
The eyes that were always crinkled in a grin drooped, and the tears spread.
Her pupils moved, uneasy—maybe the unfamiliar pleasure scared her a little. I ignored it and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Less a lover's kiss, more like a parent giving a child a goodnight peck.
Even while I did it, my fingers never stopped their lazy work.
I'd held my share of women.
Admittedly, I didn't think I had this kind of dazzling technique before. Dream Demon buff, maybe?
"A-ah, my Constellation, o-oppa..."
Her hands latched onto my wrist, trembling like a newborn fawn's,
but what was she going to do with two hands against one arm?
She held on tight to the hand that was patting her head and her back, and simply endured me doing whatever I wanted inside her most secret place.
"S-stop, stooop... I-I think I'm going to..."
Han Ye-ji was young.
Not physically immature—her spirit was.
No matter how positive and bright she was, she was a high schooler living alone with her little brother, with no parents.
She might act grown-up and mature and optimistic, but in bed it was a different story.
I couldn't speak to the welfare systems of this war-torn world,
but Han Ye-ji, at least, worked a part-time job every day after school just to make ends meet.
She wasn't just inexperienced with boyfriends—even talking to a male classmate made her awkward.
And the fact that this girl was now cradled in my arms, drowning in pleasure and clinging to me...
I got a mental thrill from it, a mixture of guilty satisfaction and possessiveness.
"I-I think I'm cumming... your fingers, ple— h-heek!"
Maybe the fear of the oncoming climax outweighed the shame of saying such lewd things for the first time in her life.
Seeing her throw away every shred of feminine pride and beg that she was about to come, I withdrew my fingers immediately.
Because there was another contender that had been waiting since yesterday to push inside.
I drove my hips forward in one long stroke.
She thrashed at the unfamiliar pain and tried to pull her hips back, but she was already in my arms.
Not figuratively. I had her literally caged between my arms.
I gripped the ass that was trying to squirm away with both hands and rammed my hips forward again, like a battering ram.
"Agh— M-my Constellation?!"
I hadn't held a woman in a long time, but I wasn't so clumsy I couldn't find the hole.
My cock forced its way into her already drenched slit—wet enough that she was soaking through the sheets.
There was no heavy bleeding—no coppery tang of blood so bad I had to stop, no excessive tearing that locked our bodies in place.
Literally, because this was a sweet lucid dream.
I looked down at her, eyes trembling. Had she thought, I don't want it to hurt?
Or was she still clumsy with lucid dreaming, and she'd accidentally summoned a tidal wave of pleasure?
Inside her sticky virgin passage, she clamped down on me so tight it felt like she might cut my cock clean off.
"You were thinking you wanted it to feel good? Is that it?"
"Y-yheh..."
Tears were streaming ceaselessly down her melted, wrecked face now.
Not from the pain of being broken in, but from the overwhelming pleasure she'd accidentally called down on herself.
Watching her flounder with her tongue slack, I couldn't hold back anymore. I flipped her body around.
Her limbs were sprawled out limp, and I was mounted between her strengthlessly parted legs.
That alone seemed to send a violent jolt of pleasure through her. Her back arched off the bed in a sharp, fluttering spasm.
"There. It's okay. It's all right. Stay still now. If you're scared, you can close your eyes. I'll take care of everything."
I bent down and kissed her cheek, still wet with tears.
Past my lips I felt the scalding heat of her skin and the sweetness of her tears.
What kind of fantasy had she conjured to turn her own fluids sweet?
Did this world have an old wives' tale, too? Something like, your first kiss tastes like lemon?
I took her face in both hands and started scattering bird-peck kisses across her forehead and her eyelids. It must have tickled or embarrassed her—she scrunched her eyes shut.
And at the same moment, I couldn't hold out any longer. I thrust forward, hard.
"H-heek— s'deep, s'deep!"
The wet, meaty slap resounded. A squelch of flesh striking water-drenched flesh. Her firm ass thudded against my pelvis with a lewd chap-chap of skin on skin.
She thrashed her limbs, babbling with a tongue too clumsy to tell me if it was deep or if she was happy.
Powerless. Fragile. Pathetic—unable to function without me.
Something strange swelled in a corner of my chest, subtly different from lust.
It couldn't be some kind of paternal instinct. No way.
Protectiveness and possessiveness, maybe.
I brushed aside her hand where it dangled weakly above her face—she didn't even have the strength to grip the sheets—and gazed down at that pathetic expression.
Eyes too full of tears to open properly, just half-lidded.
Her small mouth, hiccuping with desperate, fluttering breaths, unable to adjust to the excessive pleasure.
Both cheeks, flushed bright red like a testament to her feverish, aroused body.
"It's all right. It's all right. You're my first Incarnation."
I ducked my head and whispered it. Han Ye-ji hit her peak again, her back arching in a fine tremor, her legs wrapping around my waist.
Desperately. Like she was squeezing out the last of her strength.