If You Love Me, Can You Do This Too?
Afternoon of Day Eleven.
Laha woke late, rubbing her eyes as she looked around.
“Ugh. That smell…”
The room was basically tidy, but a closer look revealed it was thick with lewd traces. A dildo that had clearly seen heavy use. Damp sheets. And the unmistakable reek of sweat and sex.
After masturbating all day yesterday, her bedroom was in a state.
“Ugh… Is it because the room looks like this? What kind of dream was that vivid? The Hero really did something he deserves divine punishment for.”
She had dreamed.
A dream in which the Hero accepted her confession.
The Hero in the dream had been more honest than the real one. He had told her he loved her, told her he wanted her.
His demands had been extremely strange, but…
“Is the Hero actually a huge pervert? No. That was my dream, so… am I the huge pervert?”
Laha recalled herself in the dream, vulgarly licking the Hero’s asshole. Filth even a cheap whore wouldn’t stoop to. An act that meant abandoning human dignity. Something only inferior beasts did—and she, the great half-human, half-dragon Laha, had done it.
And her impression of it…
“It wasn’t bad.”
Actually, it was bad. How could he demand something like that of his own wife?
But compared to the real Hero, who had rejected her confession of love… it was a little better.
“Ugh. I was going to rejoin the party today…”
She had planned to stop sulking and finally return to the others. On Day Fourteen they would have to dimension-shift to another world, so it was time to stick with the party again.
“Haah. Slurp, suck, suck… Nngh.”
Remembering how she had vulgarly serviced the Hero last night made her body start to heat up. She pushed the grotesque cock-shaped dildo deep into her throat. The rough pressure filling her throat felt strangely good.
The Hero in the dream was about this size, wasn’t he?
The dildo was exactly the same size as the dream Hero’s.
If we’d gone straight into sex after that… would it have been like this?
Squelch, squelch.
Laha shoved the dildo all the way into her pussy in one go.
Judging by the dream Hero’s personality, he would’ve done it like this, right?
“Ook. Ook! Oooh… Nngh!”
She gripped the dildo with both hands and roughly pounded her pussy with it.
“Hero! Nngh!”
She fucked herself while imagining the dream Hero ravaging her without mercy. The Hero in the dream was the Hero. The same person as the real one.
And yet…
Did the Hero look like that?
The face of the Hero in her dream seemed a little different from the real Hero’s.
***
Dawn of Day Twelve.
I masturbated all day again and fell asleep, didn’t I…
Laha became aware that she was dreaming. What people usually called a lucid dream—except the Hero in the dream moved however he pleased.
Is this what I actually want the Hero to be like?
The moment she lay down on the bed, the Hero latched onto her body like a dog in heat, sucking her nipples and groping her ass, determined to leave his mark. Kiss marks on her nape, her thighs, her belly and sides. He bit her nipples and pinched her breasts.
Smack! Smack!
He didn’t forget to spank her hard enough to make a sound, either.
Possessiveness? Showing off? He just wants to make it clear I’m his woman. Not bad.
Laha decided to understand it that way and surrendered her body to the dream Hero.
“Hero. I am ready. Take this body’s first purity, which I have guarded for so long.”
Foreplay was more than enough. Laha lay back on the bed, arms open, waiting for him.
“Laha. This really is your first time, right?”
“Are you doubting me right now?”
Even if he was the Hero, questioning the virginity she had protected for so long put her in a foul mood. When she glared at him, he laughed and changed the subject.
“No, no. I just mean someone could’ve taken it while you were asleep or unconscious, you know?”
“True. That could happen. But I have never once spread my legs for anyone other than you, Hero.”
“Right. Laha’s got a virgin pussy. Heh. I’ll be the one to take Laha’s purity.”
The Hero approached with a strange smile.
“I’m putting it in.”
“Come. Make me your woman with that big, hard thing of yours.”
Squelch.
The Hero’s cock pushed inside. Maybe because it was a dream, the pain of losing her virginity she had expected never came. Whether the dildo had already stretched her open or not, his cock reached her deepest point in a single thrust.
Ahh… I can feel a hardness and vitality no dildo could ever give me.
Hot, hard, filling her completely. It felt good. Cock and pussy fit together as if they had always been one body. Laha felt as if they were made for each other—soulmates.
“Laha. Feels so good. But… can I be a little rough?”
“Yes. Do everything you want. I am yours!”
“Thank you, Laha. I love you.”
I love you.
Why did those three little words fill her with so much happiness?
Laha found the Hero in this dream so unbearably precious she could lick his ass every single day.
“Laha. Can you feel it? I love you. I really love you.”
His movements grew rougher. He pinched her nipples, pounded her pussy with his cock, and pressed hard down on the lower belly where her womb was.
“Nngh! Hero. If you press so hard where my womb is…”
“Sorry, Laha. They say when something’s too lovable, it makes you want to get violent, right? You’re so pretty and so cute I can’t hold back!”
“Nngh. Good! This body is sturdy. I will accept everything you desire!”
Pain was familiar. For Laha, who had lived on battlefields since childhood, this much was little more than a mischievous prank. And pain that carried this much love only made her feel more alive.
“Laha. Would you die for me?”
“Ahh… Of course. Nngh.”
“Then you’ll forgive this too, right?”
“Ghk.”
But what came next went beyond anything Laha had expected.
The Hero clamped both hands around her throat.
Anyone can imagine that choking cuts off air. But when a throat is suddenly seized, the first thing you feel is a violent spike in blood pressure. Intraocular pressure climbs until the eyes feel ready to burst. Heat floods the body. Thoughts grow dull.
“Ghk… ghk.”
If the choke holds long enough, genuine oxygen deprivation sets in and the body starts thrashing for its life.
Nngh! This is getting dangerous…
Laha endured, and endured again. Because the Hero wanted it. Even if she didn’t understand, he had asked and she had agreed.
I can’t… I’m going to die!
But she was at her limit. Any more and she would die. Laha stretched out a hand, signaling him.
“Just a little more! Hold on a little longer! I’m coming!”
No. Any more and she would die.
Laha thrashed. But with her breath cut off to the absolute limit, generating force was impossible. Her head went stupid, her body refused to answer—yet her pussy clenched down hard.
“Coming!”
The Hero let go.
From her pussy, contracted to the breaking point, she felt his cock pulse and pour out cum in thick surges.
“Haaagh. Ghk. Haa… Haa…”
As air rushed back, the sheer relief of still being alive drove a deep, sharp spike of pleasure straight into her brain. Everything was still hazy, though.
“Ghk-ghk. Haa. Haa. H-Hero… What was that?”
Laha asked, drool and tears running freely down her face.
“I heard choking right before you cum raises the chance of pregnancy. Did you hate it?”
For a reason that stupid?
Something surged up from deep in Laha’s chest—but the moment her breathing and pulse returned to normal, everything was forgiven. He had only done it because he wanted to put a child in her, hadn’t he?
“Some inferior human folk remedy, is it? It’s torment, but if it raises the odds of pregnancy even a little, then it must be done. I ask that you never forget to do it whenever we couple from now on!”
“Then want to go again right away?”
“Ahh… Immediately after? V-Very well. For the sake of our child, I shall do my best!”
This time the Hero continued in a doggy-style position.
“Do you love even a me like this?”
“Of course. Nngh! Honestly, this unexpected side of you might make me fall even harder. Heehee.”
“Yeah? Tell me in detail what you like about it.”
“To be frank, the Hero’s sexual tastes are terrible! Vulgar! But… deep in your soul, I can feel that you want to possess me beyond even my dignity itself… and that, honestly, makes me a little happy.”
“Yeah? Then can I be a little more honest? Call you a bitch and spank your ass? Treat you like Park Chunsik’s personal cumdump and dig into your pussy with my foot?”
“Hm? Hahaha! Have we not already done things far worse than that?”
“That so? Nngh—coming!”
Park Chunsik?
No. She must have misheard the Hero’s name.
Laha’s flicker of suspicion evaporated under the Hero’s next rough onslaught.
“Coming! Another load in Laha’s pussy!”
She felt his cock swell, climax imminent. The Hero shoved the back of her head down, burying her face in the mattress. Then he seized her throat with both hands and slammed his hips into her with brutal force.
Breath cut off again. Blood rushing to her head. Survival instinct and hazy pleasure tangled together until her pussy clenched and a strange sensation dirtied her brain.
“Whew… That really does feel amazing.”
After dumping another thick load of cum into her pussy, the Hero pulled out with a satisfied look.
“You okay? Felt good for you too, right, Laha?”
“Ehehe… If it felt good for you… then it feels good for me.”
“Thank you. And I love you. Enough that I want to own every part of you. Enough that if I can’t have you, I’ll destroy you…”
“Haa. Haa… What did you say, Hero?”
The choking had left her head foggy. When she asked him to repeat it, the Hero dodged the question and instead dug something out of his belongings.
It looked like a collar—the kind you put on a dog or a beast…
“Laha. I’m greedy. Swear you’ll live as my woman forever.”
He held out the collar and demanded an embarrassing vow.
“So the saying is true—you only truly know someone’s face after spending a night together. These are days when I am learning a great many of the Hero’s hidden sides.”
“So you hate it now?”
“Hmph. No.”
Laha offered him her neck, making it easy for him to fasten the collar.
Click. The metal collar locked around Laha’s throat.
“I, Laha, swear that until the day this life ends, I shall live as the Hero’s woman. Something like that?”
“Dirtier.”
“…Pervert.”
Laha did not dislike this perverted Hero.
“I, Thunder Laha of horn and scale, swear to live as the Hero’s personal bitch. These big tits. This vulgar ass. The Hero’s private pussy. Even this womb waiting to be impregnated… all of it belongs to the Hero.”
She stuck out her tongue with the feeling of playing a dirty joke on a lover.
When she finished her declaration, the Hero approached.
“Thank you. Laha is mine, right? Since you’re my personal bitch, I won’t ask permission every time I use you.”
“Huh? Use me for wha—mmph.”
Without waiting for an answer, the Hero shoved his cock into Laha’s mouth. She had no idea what he intended, but she did her duty as the Hero’s bitch.
Slurp. Lick. Suck, suck.
She diligently licked and serviced the cock that had been pushed between her lips.
Just a simple blowjob? What does he want? Don’t tell me…
The cock began to throb. A pulse clearly different from ejaculation. Laha realized what was coming next.
Fsssshhhh.
The cock inside Laha’s mouth began to spit out not cum, but piss.
“Mmmph!”
D-Do I have to drink it? Even if it’s the Hero’s… human piss? Me, the great half-human, half-dragon Laha? Nngh. My mouth’s going to burst. Just drink it.
It was too late to spit it out. Laha opened her throat and began to swallow the Hero’s urine. The sour liquid slid down her esophagus.
Fsssshhhh.
The stream seemed endless. The Hero’s piss filled Laha’s stomach until even the slightest movement made the liquid slosh inside her.
“Mmph. Pah!”
The Hero’s long, long piss finally ended. While drinking it she hadn’t been able to breathe, so Laha gasped in a huge lungful of air—and immediately clutched her chest at the reek.
“Cough, cough! Ugh. Swallowing it is easier than what comes after.”
With her airway open again, the foul stench of piss rose from deep in her mouth. Worse than the sour taste was that nauseating smell.
“Haha. Hero, you truly treat me like the basest whore in a brothel.”
“So you hate it?”
She did not like it. Who would enjoy a man treating a woman this roughly? The vulgar acts themselves weren’t entirely repulsive, but she still couldn’t say she liked them.
Even so… well.
Being loved even like this was better than not being loved at all.
“…I do not hate it. Because I can feel, deep in my chest, that you want every part of me.”
A romantic line that did not match the filthy act at all.
“Heh heh heh… Yeah. Thank you.”
The Hero stroked Laha’s head and smiled. Then he glanced at his terminal and spoke.
“Time’s already flown by. Only Day Thirteen and Fourteen left. We might not get to do anything on the fourteenth, so… I’d better prepare an unforgettable present for tomorrow.”
On Day Fourteen they would leave this world and shift to another dimension. Dimension travel didn’t mean Laha and the Hero would be separated.
So why did the Hero speak as if they were parting forever?
“Alright. Time to sleep again. See you tomorrow.”
Ahh… So this is a dream.
The Hero in the dream was different from the real Hero. But that didn’t necessarily mean the difference was fundamental.
…Does it?
She couldn’t be sure. Sinking deeper into a dream within a dream, Laha thought that, and then nothing more.