The Sun That Set
Why… why won’t this dream end?
This is a Fake Dream created by Deneb. We made a promise, and we started it with an agreement.
And yet, why…
“H-huuh, hi, ugh…♡ W-what are you, d-doing…♡”
“Oh my. I haven’t done anything at all? Truly.”
“L-liar…♡”
“Ah… to lose the trust of my cute junior. How heartbreaking…”
I won’t trust her again, never again, never again…
No matter how much I swear that to myself, the price for the very thing I was deceived by doesn’t get any lighter.
“Oh-♡ Oh, ohooooh♡ Oh♡ It’s, it’s, p-pushing…♡”
Between my wide-spread legs, bit by bit—a thick penis is being rammed deep inside.
Just because it’s a dream doesn’t mean gravity is reduced at all.
My body keeps sliding downward, weighted by my own mass, and in sync, the cock only drives in deeper.
“Now, hold on tight. I told you it would be dangerous if you let go, didn’t I?”
Vega smiles brightly and takes my hands, placing them on the shoulders of the Corrupted Human.
Why am I… hanging onto the shoulders of the monster I’m supposed to be fighting, being lifted and fucked…
“You don’t need to worry so much, junior. It’s just a dream here, isn’t it?”
“Th-that…♡ W-what does, th-that, have to do with…♡ Oh oh♡ O-ooh-♡”
Even as I struggle to answer Senior Vega, when the blunt tip of the glans scrapes against the sensitive, bunched-up flesh of my pussy—
I pathetically tremble, my waist shaking as I am forced into an orgasm.
Showing Senior Vega every bit of the body language that makes it obvious I’m cumming.
“If it’s a Fake Dream made by Deneb, doesn’t that mean you can lose to your heart’s content without the burden of having to endure?”
Senior Vega even knows about Senior Deneb’s Fake Dream.
This was created to reduce trauma, not to simulate defeat, but to reenact victory.
But the idea that I can just lose without any burden is nonsense… it makes no, no sense, but…
“Come now, hurry…♡ Show me that expression you make when you cum, feeling good as your sensitive spots are poked by that long cock…♡”
Senior Vega, who has leaned forward until she is right in front of my face, whispers.
There’s no way I want to show her… I’m embarrassed, ashamed, and I hate it—
But I can’t, I c-can’t hold it—
“Ooh♡ O, oh…♡”
“Fufu, are you cumming? When that happens, you’re supposed to say ‘I’m cumming’…♡ Say it, hurry.”
I won’t, I won’t… why should I have to s-say it myself when I’m cumming…
“Quickly, say it for me, Spica…♡”
Vega, urging me on, raises her right hand and lightly flicks her fingers.
Just as I feel the monster’s hands gripping my thighs tighten, it happens by surprise.
The monster’s waist thrusts upward, crushing my cervix as if to mangle it.
“……♡♡♡”
No words, no sounds come out of my round, open mouth.
My mind, drifting far away, is filled only with Vega’s whispers…
“Say it, hurry…♡ Tell me honestly that you’re cumming…”
“I’m, cumming…♡ I’m, cumming…♡”
Piiit-♡ Pit-♡ Piiit-♡
My pussy, deep in the throes of climax, clamps down and squeezes the monster’s cock—♡, a continuous orgasm.
Confessing my own climax, reporting it… is no different from admitting defeat.
“Fufu…♡ Feels good, doesn’t it, Spica? Isn’t losing incredibly ecstatic, and… isn’t it just as beautiful?”
Even though I can hear Vega’s voice, understanding the meaning of her words isn’t easy.
My mind has no room for anything but desperately savoring the dizzying pleasure of the climax.
Every sense is focused on this cock that fills my pussy, presses against my womb, and defeats me.
Is Vega right…?
Since this is a Fake Dream… since it’s not the end even if I can’t endure the defeat.
Is it really okay to lose to my heart’s content, such a…
Now, even I can’t be sure anymore.
So, Deneb… hurry, hurry…
“It’s a real shame that this is a dream. Because the ‘me’ in reality won’t know what kind of lovely expression my junior is making right now…”
In front of me, as I cum with my cervix being gouged by the monster’s glans, Vega steps back slightly.
Then she puts her hand in her pocket and suddenly pulls out a smartphone.
“Do you know, junior? Just how lovely an expression you’re making right now.”
W-what are you trying to do again…
I had a slight hunch, and of course, I didn’t want to suffer such an embarrassing thing.
But the current me has no way to stop Vega…
“Now… look here, junior.”
I don’t want to see.
“Ah, how about making a cute ‘V’ sign with your hands…?”
I don’t want to do it.
“In time with your climax, yes. Please smile prettily like that…♡”
I don’t want to cum…♡
Click.
“Ho, oh…♡ O, ooh…♡”
My legs spread wide, the thick cock stuck between them.
The hand gesture Vega forced me to make.
Even my face, cumming while wearing a pathetic expression—
“It came out well, now… look. How is it? Even to you, doesn’t it look lovely?”
The smartphone in Vega’s hand approaches my face.
And she shows me the photo she just took.
“H-huuh…♡ Ugh, huuh, ugh…♡”
I couldn’t say a single word.
Because my face, savoring the climax, was exactly as Vega said… even to me, it looked lovely.
“How far has the cock gone in now? Here? Or… here?”
Vega’s hand touches my lower abdomen, which is slightly bulging thanks to the cock buried deep inside.
Vega presses down on it firmly, making the flesh inside my belly… my pussy, press against the monster’s cock.
My pussy flesh was already feeling a precarious pleasure without that.
But every time Vega’s fingers press down—squeeze-♡ press-♡—it gets rubbed against the cock—
“Hii-♡ H-hiii-♡ St-stop♡ Stooop♡”
Even as I twist my waist and try to escape, I’m still in the palm of Vega’s hand.
“That’s not right, junior? When you cum… what did I tell you to say?”
“I’m cumming♡ I, I’m cumming♡ I’m cumm, ing-♡ I’m♡ I’m, cumm, ing…♡”
Throwing away the resolution to never trust this senior again, I obediently, submissively admit and report my own climax.
And in sync, as if giving a reward for being a good girl to the pussy that clings stickily to the cock—
Byuuu-♡ Byu, byurrrrrrt-♡ Byuu-♡
“Ooh…♡ O, oh…♡”
From the hard glans pressed completely against my cervix, thick and hot semen is violently ejaculated.
The feeling of my womb filling with sticky, viscous semen… but that feeling doesn’t last long.
“Can you feel it? Your womb reacting to the ejaculation…♡ It’s not your first time, is it?
Your body remembers by instinct. Even if this is a dream, whose womb this belongs to…♡”
That’s nonsense. That can’t be true…
But I can feel the semen, poured out as if to fill my womb, soaking into my body in an instant…
Just from that feeling… just from absorbing that thick, heavy semen, I feel like I’m going to cum again…♡
“Oh my, have you already absorbed it all? Fufu, what a greedy womb you have…♡
But it’s okay. There’s still a loooong way to go?”
I… I can’t hold on anymore. I… might really, truly lose…
“He, eeee…♡ He, heee, he…♡”
Even the breath I gasp with my tongue lolling out is sweet.
It feels, good…♡
Beep- beep- beep-
The machine’s warning sound repeats rhythmically.
This, it sounds like a noise I’ve heard somewhere before…?
“Haa, haa…”
The dream, it’s, it’s over. I’m, back to reality…
“Deneb! De, Deneb!”
I jump up from the chair and urgently look for Deneb.
I have to tell her that the Fake Dream isn’t safe, that Senior Vega seems to be able to manipulate something.
“Ugh… uung, Spica… are you awake?”
Deneb, who was sitting in front of the computer next to me, waves her hand with an awkward smile.
Wasn’t she trying to wake me up? She doesn’t look very urgent, compared to last time…
“Just now… the fact that the Fake Dream didn’t end, I think it’s because of Senior Vega!”
“That, I… don’t think so.”
“What?”
My opinion was denied too easily.
And Deneb points behind me with her hand.
What could be behind me?
As I whip my body around to look back, there was an unexpected face looking at me and smiling.
“Hi, Spica~”
“…Altair?”
“Did you have a good dream?”
I look back and forth between Altair and Deneb.
It’s Deneb again who explains the situation to me, since I don’t understand it.
“Ah, Altair… she said, she said not to end the dream.”
“Whaaat?! No, why, why?”
“Because you looked like you were having fun? Spica in the dream~”
It’s a simple yet sufficient reason.
…I have nothing more to say after just confirming what kind of expression I was making.
Still, I look back at Altair to scold her, saying she went a bit too far this time, but…
Her condition is a bit strange.
“Huh? Why are you so hurt, Altair…?”
“Ah, this? Uuum… I just met a friend after a long time and greeted them a bit roughly~”
That’s not just a greeting.
Her clothes are torn in places, and she has wounds all over her body. What is this?
“Then Deneb, please do what we talked about earlier until we meet again?”
“U, uung. Don’t, don’t expect too much.”
Without even a chance to ask anything more, Altair grins at me and immediately jumps out the window.
And she disappears in an instant.
“…Is she okay? Altair.”
I’m not sure if I’m in a position to worry, having just come back from suffering all sorts of incredible things in the dream, but.
“Y, you’re surprised…? Altair has a lot of d, dreams, so she doesn’t have much resistance…”
“That’s one thing, but… the wounds. Did she come back from fighting Vega?”
Since she said they were friends, the first thing that came to my mind was obviously Vega.
But Deneb shakes her head from side to side.
“No… Vega is strong, but she’s no m, match for Altair.”
“Then, who…?”
“Ah… now that I think about it, Spica, you d, don’t know…?”
Deneb opens the drawer of the desk she was sitting at and rummages through it as if to take something out.
And what she pulls out is a photo of three magical girls.
On the left is Sirius, on the right is Altair. And in the middle, a strange… blonde magical girl is smiling.
“H, here in the middle… her name is Solar. The magical girl chosen by the sun…”
“…What?”