This Perverted Bastard! (4)
1.
By my own sense of time, it had been less than a week. Wind the clock back that far, and I had been a man.
Which meant I knew. A man's size — the size of a penis — didn't vary that wildly from person to person. When it did, you were either looking at a different race, or at fiction.
And yet Sung-jun was Korean, same as me. A guy my own age, and still…
W-what the hell is this huge…
According to everything I'd ever read in a biology textbook, the thing hanging in front of my eyes had left the average male length so far behind it wasn't even funny.
I-it's bigger than mine was…
I'd privately taken some pride in being above average myself. Compared to Sung-jun's, though… the difference looked less like two adults and more like a child next to a grown man.
"I-it's… really big."
"Thanks for the compliment, Eun-ha."
Look at that smug little face. So pleased with himself…!
Honestly, if this dream weren't the thing raising Sung-jun's level, I would have already blasted a spell into his face and gone, It's a dream, so I can just wake up!
I reached out — carefully, very carefully — toward that monstrous thing that in no way resembled the one I remembered having.
H-hot…
Hot. The pulse and the heat of it were so intense the phrase "burning up" fit perfectly.
Anyone could tell this was not a normal state.
"H-hmph. For all your talk, you're nervous too, aren't you?"
I piled on the bravado, forced the swagger as high as it would go, and needled him. Because the idea that I was the only one tense here was just too unfair.
I'm nervous, so you have to be nervous too.
You being the only calm one is cheating.
"Well. Yeah. I am nervous."
Sung-jun answered with an awkward little laugh, looking faintly embarrassed.
"Eun-ha. I like you. When the girl I like is doing this for me… how am I supposed to not be nervous?"
That shy smile was burned deep into my memory of him. It was the same face he used to make after saving people, when they thanked him.
Sung-jun under a sunset, smiling that sheepish smile while people poured gratitude over him.
That image still sat heavy and vivid in my head.
Y-you cheap bastard…!
The pounding in my chest was definitely just from dredging up old memories.
It was absolutely not because of Sung-jun's awkward little smile. No way.
"D-don't like it so much you finish early."
The affection coming off him was so honest I couldn't bring myself to throw dirt on it. I settled for tossing him that one careful line instead.
…Alright. Let's do this.
This time, for real — I was going to satisfy him with just this, and get us out of this dream.
Rustle. Rustle. Rustle.
I carefully wrapped both hands around Sung-jun's cock. Experience had taught me this was not something you gripped hard. Fine control was mandatory.
"Hngh…!"
I'd thought I was being gentle, but his cock jumped under my hands like it had a life of its own.
Had even that much stimulation been too much? I'd been more careful than when I used to touch myself.
Or maybe it wasn't a flinch at all — maybe my touch had made him swell even bigger. Unlike before, Sung-jun's cock now stood straight up like a bull's horn, thrusting toward the sky with raw, aggressive force.
"I-it got even bigger…?"
"That reaction is… honestly kind of embarrassing."
The words had slipped out before I could stop them, and there he was again — smiling that awkward smile.
Watching him grin like that made me feel like the whole mood was about to tip out of my hands.
"Hmph."
So I cut the atmosphere short before he could seize the lead, and focused back on what my hands were doing. I dragged my eyes off his face and looked down at the cock in my grip.
The thick, musky male scent rolling off that heat-flushed thing was enough to make my head spin a little.
"Nnh!"
I studied the videos beforehand. I can't hesitate any more than this…!
I carefully set my hands moving, stroking along his length. Not too tight — just enough pressure to work the skin with that precise, sliding feel, adjusting the strength in my fingers so I wouldn't lose it.
"Hahh…!"
The stimulation must have been strong. Sung-jun made a sound like he was holding his breath.
It seemed more effective than I'd expected, and a little heh of a smile escaped me before I could help it.
"Does it feel good?"
"It feels good. Because it's you doing it, Eun-ha. It's different from usual."
"U-usual what…!"
Damn it. I shouldn't have said anything.
I hadn't even gotten my money's worth out of the question. I shut up and carefully focused on moving my hands again.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
Come to think of it, men leaked pre-cum right before they came. At some point Sung-jun's had started flowing, hot and wet, soaking my hands until even stroking the shaft made lewd, wet sounds.
Lewd sounds. Lewd smell. Lewd heat. Lewd situation.
In that moment, everything had become lewd.
…My head's spinning.
Moving my hands to that wet, sticky sound felt far too good.
Being able to make Sung-jun feel good with my own hands felt far too good.
Use me more.
Feel good because of me more.
More. More. More. Be happy because of me.
Ah.
Something like lightning cracked through the reason that had been held captive, and I snapped back to myself.
…So the incubus's ability to seduce reason wasn't limited to its own hands.
It applied to the entire incubus-transformed body!
"N-nnh…!"
The thick male scent pouring in through my nose painted a haze over my mind.
This is not the time!
A voice came from somewhere. A corner of my head, maybe?
Not the time for what? Serving Sung-jun was the most important thing right now.
"Kh—!"
All that diligent stroking with my fingers paid off.
Sung-jun let out a short groan, and at the same time his cock pulsed hard.
The semen that surged out with those pulses splattered across my face in several thick ropes and clung there.
Hot. And it smelled.
More than unpleasant, it was a dense male scent that warmed my body in a strange, indecent way.
"Hah. Hahh."
Thick. The thick, thick male smell had numbed my nose. No — not just my nose. My head felt numb too.
I carefully gathered the semen with my fingers and cupped it in my palm.
I looked down at the little pool of it, like wash water, and carefully brought it to my mouth.
It tastes bad.
But more important than the taste was the dense sense of fulfillment. The dense satisfaction. And the dense affection.
The feeling that came from swallowing it was so much larger than whatever my tongue registered.
"Eun-ha."
"Mm?"
While I was still trembling, Sung-jun called my name.
I lifted my head so I could meet his eyes.
Our gazes touched for a second — then slid apart just as fast. His eyes had locked onto my chest.
"Will you do it with those breasts too?"
"…With my breasts?"
"Yeah."
Breasts… using those should be fine, right?
The thing I'd decided not to use was my mouth.
"Alright."
I stripped my clothes off at once with magic.
The large breasts that had been hidden under the neat maid uniform spilled free with a heavy bounce.
Don't get pulled under!
Somewhere, a voice was shrieking — but more important than that was making Master happy with my breasts.
Once the bra came off too, my beautiful, teardrop-shaped breasts were fully bare.
"Then… I'll wrap it for you♡"
Schlick.
The freely flowing pre-cum smeared across my chest.
His cock was throbbing with heat, but my body was already burning just as hot, so the difference barely registered.
"Haah…♡"
My body had grown as hot as Master's, and rather than simply hot, it felt passionate.
The wet pre-cum instantly worked like lubricant between my breasts and his cock, coating my chest.
"Nnh…!"
I squeezed my breasts tight around him, wrapping and pressing, and Master held back a short moan.
That meant it felt good, right?
"Does it… feel good…?"
I'd swallowed so many times my tongue had gone loose, and the pronunciation slipped.
Sung-jun — no. Master smiled and stroked my head.
"Yeah. It feels good."
"Okay! I'll do my besht♡"
Good. Good. Good.
Master petting my head felt so good.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
My breasts pressed together around his cock. I cradled him between them.
Doing it with my breasts is hard…
Hard enough that the thought actually crossed my mind. If I'd known, I would have studied the videos for this too.
2.
Fortunately, the dream ended after I made him come one more time with my breasts.
I was glad it hadn't gone any further.
That feeling of my body getting hacked and some other personality settling into place was the absolute worst!
…Anyway. I'd gotten information.
Sung-jun clearly only remembered what happened in the dream while he was inside the dream. That Lee Eun-sung was Lee Eun-ha.
In the dream, Sung-jun forgot those two facts.
…I've got a lead, at least.
Cleaning… I was going to have to clean, weren't I.
Feeling the dampness of the thoroughly soaked sheets, I slapped my face — flushed red with shame — a couple of times.
I needed to get this cleaned up, fast.