If You Love Me, Can You Do This Too?

Afternoon of the seventh day.

Laha stepped out of her room to restock her snacks. She was cutting through the guest lounge toward the snack box when the elevator chimed, and she found herself face-to-face with the Hero as he stepped out.

"Even the slightest bit of movement and I'm drenched in sweat. It's so damn inconvenient…"

"Ah."

Clinging to the Hero's side and chattering away was Sakaha.

On their last dimensional journey, Sakaha had been raped by bandits. Blaming himself for it, the Hero had taken her into his arms.

So he only plans to hold me once some other man has already defiled me?

Laha could not understand the way the Hero thought. Why embrace a woman dirtied by another man, and leave alone the one who begged to be held while her body was still pure?

"I'm sorry, Laha. Could we talk for a moment?"

The Hero spoke carefully. Laha had only meant to shut herself in her room for a day or two. She wasn't truly that wounded—she simply wanted him to know, without any room for doubt, that she was hurt.

"Hmph."

But looking at his face, the resentment came flooding back. She turned her head away with a deliberate, petulant little sound, like a sulking child, and put distance between them.

"Ah…"

He didn't stop her as she walked away. At that, anger boiled up from somewhere deep inside her.

Does the Hero really not see me as a woman? Does he look at a half-breed like me and not see a woman at all?

Rage became suspicion in an instant. Suspicion slid straight into self-loathing.

"Idiot."

Hiding her tears, Laha returned to her room.

Day eight, 2:00 a.m.

With his hypnosis time restored, Chunsik slipped into Laha's room again that night. The first time was hard; the second was easy. And the Hero was dense enough to make it simpler still.

"Ugh… The smell of a bitch in heat. You've been masturbating all day, haven't you?"

"…Yes."

The room ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was thick with heat. The dildo molded after Chunsik's cock was glazed with slick fluids, and the bed was damp in patches—this was no one- or two-hour session.

"Spread your legs. Let me check that pussy."

Naked, Laha opened her thighs and presented herself. Chunsik pushed a finger in and inspected her. The pretty pink folds had taken him so well it was hard to believe she had still been a virgin only days before. At this rate, wouldn't she be a loose brown hole in no time?

"That pretty little cunt's gonna be ruined. Not that I give a shit—whether you turn into a whore or a rag of a pussy, you're leaving on day fourteen anyway."

"Pussy ready."

Laha spread her legs and pulled both holes open with her hands.

"Please fill Handle-Girl Laha's dripping slut pussy with lots and lots of cum~"

"Tch. First time I heard that it was hot as hell. Now it's getting old."

Dead eyes, pupils blown wide. The simple obedience of a creature running on orders alone.

"Still gonna fuck the shit out of you, though."

For as long as the hypnosis allowed, Chunsik made thorough use of Laha's body. He packed her womb full of cum. He slapped and mauled her breasts and ass. He degraded her with filthy language and, through the hypnosis, forced her into ridiculous acts of service.

"Ahhh… What a goddamn perfect piece of fuckmeat. Built-in handles for a last-minute spurt. Face so pretty it almost hurts."

Forty minutes later, semen and her own fluids were running out of Laha's cunt, and her chest and hips were covered in angry red handprints. Park Chunsik kneaded her face and breasts under his foot while he savored a glass of the hotel's premium paid-service whiskey.

After he cleaned up and prepared to leave, his feet refused to carry him out as easily as the night before. Park Chunsik's lower half was satisfied. His mind was not.

"Hmm… Isn't there some other way to fuck her? Something with a different flavor?"

Raping Laha, humiliating her, getting her pregnant—those were givens. But with hypnosis like his, he felt certain he could go further still.

Afternoon of the eighth day.

Park Chunsik slacked off at work and turned the problem of his hypnosis over and over in his mind.

What was hypnosis, exactly?

He possessed the ability, but he had no real understanding of it. Before the Hero's party arrived, he had never successfully used the power even once. And while he was using ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it on Laha, the only thing on his mind had been sex.

What is this hypnosis ability, precisely?

Mental-type ability users known to the public fell into two broad camps: illusionists who attacked the mind with phantasms, and mentalists who read thoughts to seize an informational advantage. Chunsik's hypnosis belonged to neither.

Whether it counts as a Unique Ability, I couldn't say—but I've never heard of anything like it.

There was no one he could ask about applications or properties. Mapping the range and techniques of his hypnosis meant experimenting and researching, step by step, himself. Dull, academic work had never been Park Chunsik's taste. Besides, the Hero's party would be gone in a few days.

"A person's heart… Laha's most precious thing."

He wanted it. And if he couldn't have it, he would break it.

Park Chunsik thought. All day long he brooded—while he worked, while he ate, even at the cost of time he could have spent fucking Laha. He poured the entirety of the ninth day into thinking. On the dawn of the tenth day, he gave up another chance to take her.

As the sun set on the tenth day, Park Chunsik at last reached a conclusion of his own.

As if answering his realization, the ability leveled up.

Dawn of the eleventh day.

The Hero party's departure was almost upon them. Park Chunsik slipped into Laha's room.

"…"

Unlike usual, Laha was dressed. A simple black dress that emphasized her figure, set off softly by her black horns and tail. She was not spouting vulgar words, and her eyes were not dead.

"Laha. Let's try imagining something. In a dream, we'll paint the story you've been wishing for."

Hypnosis. Suggestion. Perceptual rewriting. Park Chunsik poured every ounce of power he had into twisting Laha's awareness and memory.

"When you confessed to the Hero with all your heart—if he had accepted it, what would have followed? What would the Hero have wanted in that place? When you close your eyes and open them again, you'll go back to that moment."

He was rewinding time—Laha's time alone. There, Laha would be Laha. Not a meat puppet with her consciousness stolen by hypnosis. She would act of her own will in the returned moment. The only thing that had changed was the actor playing the Hero's role.

She would never notice.

It was a very simple application of hypnosis.

"But remember. This is a dream."

Everything was ready.

With her eyes open, Laha began to dream.

"Hero Park Yeon. I love you. I love you so much that even if I offered my whole life, even if I laid my entire heart in your hands, it would still not be enough."

Laha gave the Hero her true feelings. Not a shred of playfulness—only the sincerity rising from the deepest part of her in that very moment.

And the Hero's answer was…

"I love you too. I've wanted to become one with you for so long."

It was exactly what Laha had hoped to hear. Of course it was. They had begun as companions in the Hero's party, but what they felt for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠each other had long since surpassed that. In the days when they stood against the Demon King there had been no room for love—but now, having saved the world and traveling across long stretches of time, there was no reason left to hide their hearts.

"I'm sorry I made you wait until now."

The Hero came closer, closing the space between their faces. Laha was no frail woman who waited for a man to approach. She seized him with both arms and kissed him.

Smack. Schlick.

She kissed him fiercely, pouring into it the vengeance of ten years of waiting. Feeling the Hero's tender affection, Laha tangled her tongue with his and traded saliva.

Did the Hero always look like this?

A flicker of dissonance rose—and never became doubt. It simply evaporated.

"Haa… haa… Come to me, Park Yeon."

Absorbed in the fierce kiss, she found that the wine bar had become the bedroom of her suite. Nothing about it felt strange. Everything was dreamlike, hazy, as if wrapped in fog.

Pwah.

From within that thick, ten-years-in-the-making kiss, the Hero carefully drew his mouth away and spoke.

"I've been hiding it until now, but my lust isn't ordinary. I was afraid I might hurt you, Laha."

"Haha! You are the mate I chose. Your loveliness and your flaws alike are mine—so do not hide them. Demand them of me boldly!"

"Yeah? Then lick it for me."

The Hero pushed his groin into Laha's face. The cock set before her nose was unmistakably larger than the glimpses she had caught on their travels.

He wants me to lick his cock… Vulgar, yes—but if my mate desires it, there is no shame in it!

Laha took the Hero's cock into her mouth. Looking up at him with eyes full of love, she knelt and carefully wrapped her lips around him.

Slurp. Schlick.

It was her first time taking a man's organ into her mouth. But would the great half-dragon Laha fail at so much as serving the man she loved?

She lapped at the glans with her tongue, sucked with wet, lewd sounds, and gazed up at the Hero with eyes brimming with affection. At her devoted oral service, the Hero smiled and spoke.

"Nngh… Good. It feels good—but that's not it, Laha. Lick the part further down."

"Pwah. Further down? Understood."

Laha pulled off his cock and looked at what lay beneath it. The emblem of manhood—two balls that made the seed of children.

"Leave it to me!"

Laha's knowledge of sex was not vast, but she knew that this part of a man was sensitive. She paid no mind to the pubic hair entering her mouth, or to the strands sticking to her face and nose, and took the Hero's balls between her lips.

Mmph. Nuzzle.

Hoping it would please him, she caressed his balls with care. His large, hard cock rested across her face, smacking her nose and smearing pre-cum along her eye. Laha endured every discomfort without complaint and devoted herself to serving his testicles.

"Nngh! Good! It feels really good… Sorry. That's still not it. A little further down."

"Pwah… Further down? What else is further down?"

It took Laha a moment to grasp his meaning. She took his balls from her mouth and looked with both eyes at what lay beneath them. Of course, there was nothing under his balls.

"Not under the balls—behind them."

The Hero kindly supplied the answer. The part of the human body that continued behind the scrotum. That was, naturally, a man's…

"H-Hero? Are you serious? You are not joking—you mean this in earnest?"

Ask a noble half-dragon to lick an anus? Even a worn-out, vulgar street whore would not do such a thing lightly.

"I guess even for you it's too much, huh, Laha…? You said you'd love every flaw of mine, but this is still too far, isn't it?"

The Hero sounded disappointed. To him, the request was sincere.

"…I can do it. If you desire it, I would tear out my own heart and place it in your hands."

She could die for him. She could… allow her dignity to be destroyed for him.

"This is… ugh. No—forgive me. I can do it, so do not worry. Even your filthy places, I can take into my arms."

The Hero stood tall upon the bed. Laha crawled on all fours between his thighs and knelt where his rear entrance was. Carefully, she took hold of his ass and spread it—and a thicket of hair and a faintly foul ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠smell met her.

"Ugh… V-very well, Hero. I will do it. Entrust your body to me, so that I may serve you more easily."

"Heh heh heh…"

She heard the Hero's laugh, thick with anticipation. She never wanted to disappoint that feeling.

Somehow it almost sounds like he's mocking me, but…

That had to be her imagination.

Laha squeezed her eyes shut and brought her face close to the hair-covered anus. She pressed in until her nose nearly touched his tailbone, and stuck out her tongue.

Lick.

A foul stench. A nauseating texture. But if it was the person she loved, she could endure it.

Lick. Slurp. Lick-lick.

She worked her tongue harder. So that it would touch every wrinkle of the rim. So that her saliva would clean his hole. With lewd, wet sounds, she sucked at the Hero's asshole.

"Kiss the anus. Put your tongue inside the hole!"

Chuuup. Schlick.

Obeying his demand, she kissed the anus and carefully worked her tongue into the hole. Her nose went numb and her tongue began to tingle, but she did not stop until the Hero was satisfied.

Lick. Lick. Schluup. Smack-smack.

These vulgar sounds—I'm the one making them?

It was shameful, but she could not stop. This was what the Hero wanted.

How much time had passed? The Hero pulled Laha's face away from his asshole.

"Nngh. That felt so, so good. Thank you, Laha. Ugh… The smell. I can't kiss you like this."

"And whose fault is that?!"

Laha snapped, heat rising in her chest. Of course, she did not hate the Hero for something like this.

"Heh heh heh. You're truly adorable, Laha."

He said it with such an innocent smile that it was hard to believe this was the same man who had made such a vulgar demand.

"Well then—time for the main event…. Ah. Look at how late it's gotten."

The Hero glanced at a device, then began to say things she could not understand.

"It's time to wake from the dream. We'll continue it tomorrow—until then, just sit there and miserably masturbate."

Her consciousness drifted. Laha could not comprehend what was happening to her.