This Perverted Bastard! (1)
1.
Given enough time and budget, a mage could prepare for anything. And once those preparations were complete, a mage could achieve their goal no matter what.
Time could somehow be made. The real problem was the budget.
We're short on reagents.
All we had were the most basic ones. Honestly, the budget had been so tight we hadn't even managed to stock every basic reagent properly. We'd diversified the types as much as possible, but the quantities were still pitifully small.
At this rate, the reagents would run dry the moment Sung-jun started practicing with them.
"Aaaaaah... We're short on everything!"
If I could just dive into a gate alone and work as a hunter, I could solve the funding problem. But I didn't even have an identity right now.
The waiting is dragging on way too long.
For Sung-jun's physique to form properly, his level needed to rise by more than ten. That meant we'd have to go through more than ten of these dreams.
Spending that entire stretch of time just waiting felt like such a waste.
What... should I even do?
Having nothing I could do with my time was a first for me.
I lay on the bed and stared blankly up at the ceiling.
Every path was blocked, and I'd already done everything I could. Sure, a mage could supposedly accomplish anything with enough time—but that only worked if you had time to gather materials. The fact that I couldn't obtain them for reasons that had nothing to do with time was fatal.
...Wait.
Ten dreams?
The first one had been a peck on the cheek. The next, a kiss.
We'd already gone as far as kissing in just two of them.
What's next, then?
What came after a kiss again?
My past experience amounted to nothing more than audiovisual materials I'd watched, but if I skimmed back through those...
Beyond kissing... caressing?
Didn't it usually progress to the stage of caressing each other's erogenous zones?
For example, when caressing a woman you might touch places like her breasts, and when caressing a man...
Fellatio... right?
Me... with my mouth?
Heat flashed through me so fast and so fiercely I almost thought I'd heard the sound of it. My face burned.
"How am I supposed to do something like that?!"
I shouted without meaning to.
Me, actively caressing Sung-jun?
"Th-that's a little... embarrassing..."
I-if I were the one receiving it, I could just squeeze my eyes shut and take it. But if I were the one doing it, I didn't think I could manage at all.
I'd become a woman, but I hadn't abandoned my masculinity that thoroughly yet.
I'd already planned, at least in my head, to research a male body and transfer into it once my contract with Sung-jun was complete.
But actively caressing Sung-jun—caressing his manhood—would mean throwing that masculinity away completely.
"Hmph. Absolutely not."
I vowed there would never be a day I caressed Sung-jun with my mouth.
And that went double for any man who wasn't Han Sung-jun!
2.
I'd rather be the one caressed than caress Sung-jun's manhood myself!
—or so I had once thought.
"Hnnn, hhk! Haaang?!"
As always, night fell and I was dragged into the dream space. And as always, I found myself with a Han Sung-jun who no longer seemed fully in his right mind.
I was seated between his legs while he caressed my breasts.
Squeeze. Stretch. Press!
Had Sung-jun also watched a fair amount of audiovisual material—of porn? His skill at fondling my breasts was far too stimulating to believe he was a beginner. He only pinched my nipples, tugged them, then pinched them again with a different rhythm and force than before, and already I couldn't form proper words.
Th-this is weird...!
"Hic?!"
The moan that burst out of me like a hiccup was laced with shock.
Even the lightest brush of Sung-jun's hand made my body flinch and tremble.
An incubus is a sex demon, isn't it?!
Had I been so focused on the fact that this was a dream that I'd forgotten? The touch of a Sung-jun cursed with incubus transformation was so stimulating the word "demon" barely did it justice. It was nothing like when I'd touched myself—a dizzying sensation that made even the fine hairs on my skin stand on end, sending electric thrills through my chest.
Not just my breasts. My nipples, too. After being handled so many times by Sung-jun's hands, they had grown so sensitive that my hips jerked and twitched without my permission. If we'd been outdoors and a breeze had blown across them, I would have curled up on instinct.
"You're especially pretty today. And cute."
"Hhk?!"
And then there was his voice—right by my ear, or maybe a little higher and just behind it. That low, resonant tone made my body jump on its own. I shrank in without meaning to, my heart pounding as if something had startled me out of nowhere.
Sung-jun hadn't said more than a few words from behind me. But every single one of them was making my body resonate...!
"The way you go hhk, hhk every time I touch you is cute too."
"Hnbuh!"
Sung-jun played with my body like a toy.
Was it the incubus's hand technique? Or did the effect simply maximize the moment anything sexual made contact? I didn't know what the true nature of it was.
What mattered was that I was being completely toyed with by Sung-jun.
After playing with my breasts for a while, he seemed to grow bored; one hand slid slowly down my stomach and lower still.
"Th-there...!"
"Here you're already soaked, too."
"Uu, uuh. Ah, uuh..."
I couldn't deny it. Sung-jun, who'd touched me directly, obviously knew—and so did I, even if I'd been trying to look away from it.
My body, after being caressed by him, was already drenched as if it had finished preparing. My body... and my pussy.
My body was soaked with sweat from how many times I'd writhed, and my pussy was in an even worse state of flooding.
Squelch.
"Ah, aaa...?"
Gently, as if it had always come and gone there, Sung-jun's finger pushed into the slit.
There was no pain. The sharp pain that had chilled my whole body when I'd touched myself last time simply wasn't there.
What I felt instead was heat.
My pussy clenched around his finger and gushed more fluid. It was like rolling out a red carpet and welcoming him in with a cheerful Please, come right in.
"You're this wet."
"D-don't say it!"
My pussy might have responded to Sung-jun's finger without a second thought, but I couldn't endure the shame without spitting it out. Sung-jun seemed to enjoy even that reaction; I heard a low chuckle from behind me.
"A-are you laughing?"
"Well. Because it's fun."
He pushed the finger, coated in my juices, into my mouth.
It was my own fluid on it, but I still opened my mouth with an aah, accepted Sung-jun's finger, and suckled it clean with soft, wet sounds.
"Eun-ha's this soaked."
"Mmph, mmph. D-don't say...! Mmph. Thaaat!"
I diligently sucked his finger clean, and Sung-jun pulled it free with a smile.
Really. Making me clean his finger for him. What was he going to do if I weren't around?
"How about here?"
"Wh-wheeeere?!"
Before I could get the words out, my body convulsed and shuddered.
Because what Sung-jun had touched was my clitoris.
The last time I'd touched it myself, all I'd felt was pain. Under Sung-jun's fingers it reacted completely differently.
If my pussy had rolled out a welcome mat that said Come on in for him,
then my clit was like a dog ordered by its master to lie down—exposing its weakest point completely as it throbbed and pulsed.
"Oough?!"
It didn't just pulse. My entire body received the order from my clit.
To feel a grand orgasm right now so Master would be satisfied.
Sploosh! Splash!
Even among all the porn I'd watched so far, I'd never seen a woman spray love juices like this—and yet my body surrendered to Sung-jun's touch in a single instant.
I grabbed his arm—the one fondling my pussy—with both trembling hands.
If I didn't hold onto something, I didn't think I could keep my mind together. Even if I had to lean on this arm, I had to hold on somehow...
Without even knowing what I was holding on for, I clung to Sung-jun's arm with dazed eyes.
The hard, uneven muscle I felt under the fabric. Arms with a kind of muscle a woman like me could never compare to.
Even back when I'd been a man, my body had been famous for being as slender as a girl's.
"Haa. Haa. Haa."
"Did it feel good?"
"F-felt good..."
So this was what an orgasm felt like?
It was nothing like a man's ejaculation—more like my entire body was being wrung out. Even after it ended, the lingering heat still burned through me.
And because my whole body had been wrung so hard, my tongue had gone loose, too.
"Then shall we try a few more times?"
"Good...! Do more...!"
My mouth had come undone as well. My brain felt the same way as I clung to him and begged.
I don't know. I don't know anymore. It just feels good.
Man or woman—none of that mattered.
What mattered was that Sung-jun's touch felt good, and that I was happy because of it, right?
...
I only woke from the dream after orgasming and squirting five more times.
Han Sung-jun. This perverted bastard!