Rhythmic Dreams of Devotion

I could indulge freely. Slurp... smack, slurrrp... chuuup... haa♡ After just a few tries, it felt completely natural. Following my instincts made sucking and releasing so effortless.

"Ngh, good. You're doing great, my Ara... A little more, harder..."

Manager was loving it. Honey dripped from his eyes as he looked down at me. Was I really that good at sucking? His sticky voice praising me made me feel like I was flying.

I wanted to see more of that face—Manager lost in excitement, out of his mind.

Chuuup, slurp, slurrrp... smack, sluuuurp. I unleashed every technique from my performances: lips and tongue isolating in perfect sync, waving smoothly from one spot to the next like passing a baton, sensually rolling my tongue in a body wave, flipping my hair to shift the angle. Total mobilization.

"Ara, your groove is insane. On another level!"

Teacher certified me as a popping and groove genius. So I sucked Manager's cock with that same dance vibe.

"Haa, fuck... I'm losing it, for real!"

A curse slipped from Manager's lips. My blowjob must've hit him that hard. It made me weirdly happy, so I sucked even harder.

His hips and ass were trembling like crazy. He ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was groaning, holding back—it was almost pitiful. The cock twitching in my mouth sped up. It had just been tapping before, but now it was thrashing everywhere.

'If he cums, can I take it?'

He was this excited—I didn't want to tell him to cum outside. If he came in my mouth, I'd have to spit or swallow, but I had no idea what to do.

'He'd hate it if I spat, right?'

Meanwhile, Manager shuddered and grabbed my head. He was trying to pull out by force.

"Guh, Ara... I can't... anymore... Quick, pull off..."

He was thinking of me, not wanting to cum in my mouth. Manager always put me first.

So I sucked harder, for dear life. I looked up at him with desperate eyes.

'Cum in my mouth. It's okay. If it's from you, Manager, I can take as much as you give.'

I wasn't sure if I could swallow, but I clamped my lips tight around his cock anyway.

In the end, Manager couldn't push me away. He let out a strangled scream. At the same time, something burst in my mouth.

"Gasp!"

I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar... no, hotel room ceiling. The whole thing—sucking Manager's cock so eagerly—had been a dream.

'Haa, what kind of dream...'

The new guardian figurine from Manager sat perfectly by my bedside. The more I looked, the cuter it got. Mine was expensive too, but this one's quality was way higher. Gotta ask where he got it made later.

I sat up and peered out the window. The sun hadn't risen; everything was dark.

'Did I want to do that with Manager?'

His sturdy shoulders and firm arms made my heart race, but I'd never wished for it so blatantly. I wasn't even sure if he saw me as a woman.

Feeling unsettled, I fiddled with the guardian figurine. Remembering Manager's flustered face when I showed him the life-size photo made me smile.

'It really calms me down.'

Stroking it sent a warm tingle through my fingers. Just like when Manager was beside me.

Good thing I threw a fit to the CEO. Thanks to that, I got to see Manager's face and this awesome figurine.

'Even if it's just for a day.'

Yesterday was bleak, but today felt promising. I'd sleep more until Manager woke me.

'Huh?'

I hadn't noticed with my legs pressed together, but something had leaked out while I tossed.

My period was still far off.

'No way...'

Lifting the blanket revealed a hopeless sight.

"Wh-what do I dooo... I squirted."

Around the same time, in another room—

"Damn, not like some middle schooler."

I rushed a shower and was wringing out my panties now. When I jolted awake in shock, it was already a mess. Dreamt Ara was sucking my cock, and I came right in my panties. Not some wet dream dribble—full-on semen gushing out.

It felt so real I couldn't believe it, but when I woke, I was alone in the room.

'Fucking idiot.'

Thinking her sucking was real? As if she'd crave my dick.

I hung the panties in the bathroom and flopped onto the bed. The afterglow of that vivid dream lingered.

'She sucked like a pro.'

From midway, her rhythm felt like she was playing an original on my cock. Gently lapping the head, then passionately stroking the shaft, milking it relentlessly like pulling taffy to coax out the cum.

'Is this a side effect?'

The Manager Totem manifests side effects based on the heroine's traits. Curious what it'd do for Ara, but I never imagined this.

Of course, it could be unrelated—just my horny imagination. No law saying my boner for Ara couldn't manifest like that.

'Maybe just my dream.'

Anyway, we'd be together all day, so plenty of time to gauge her reaction.

*****

Long story short, testing Ara failed.

If she'd had the same dream, her personality would've made her prickly no matter what. But from breakfast, her face was utterly serene.

"The figurine you gave me really works, Manager. Slept like a baby yesterday, and I feel amazing."

She grinned ear to ear. Vizu shot her a dumbfounded look.

"Look at unnie smiling. I tried so hard to make her laugh yesterday, but nada."

"Manager's my laugh button."

"Fair. You flew to Japan 'cause unnie was anxious—how could she not crack up? Oppa, if I say I'm scared, you'll fly over?"

"Damn right. Gotta see you shivering."

Vizu's got steel nerves. During the acid attack, while I rolled with the guy, she charged with a chair screaming she'd kill him. If Ara's glass cannon mentally, Vizu's titanium.

Opposites attract—they're thick as thieves at the company, treated like sisters. Ara relies on Vizu next to me.

In seven months managing ProMinence, I'd never seen Vizu anxious or scared. Chance to witness that rare sight? I'd be there in a heartbeat.

In the end, I couldn't confirm the side effect till we flew back to Korea. Not like I was the one cumming in my sleep, anyway.

Good news: Ara was super stable. No anxiety even when I kept distance, and her smiles were 100% genuine, not forced.

The Manager Totem was doing its job.

'So she is a heroine.'

No status window, but reacting to the item confirmed it. Which meant, like with Nayoung at the Common Sense Alteration House, I could do that with her.

'She sucked way too good.'

Ara's flushed face in the dream, devotedly sucking my cock—it replayed. Every time she smiled at me, I wanted to shove it between those glossy lips.

How good would the real thing feel? Thinking that while watching her had blood rushing to my dick nonstop.

Learned the hard way why three legs make walking tough.

*****

"Whoa, fuck... this for real?"

Back after three days, the house greeted me like it'd been abandoned ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠decade. Now I got why Ye Mina said not to leave it empty over four days.

With me here, it sucks life force to self-repair. No life force? It ages instantly.

"Does it always get this bad?"

Ah.

That much I knew. Even if the main goal is altering common sense, it's still a guesthouse first—needs guests. My class being manager's for that.

It only looks like a guesthouse to heroines, so Ye Mina's "guests" are heroines I'll fuck.

'Five rooms...'

Five heroines, then. Nayoung's in progress, Ara's queued—three left.

More women is great, but can I handle it? Filling all rooms might mean juggling five at once.

'6P possible?'

Not worth dignifying with a response—not even a snark from Ye Mina.

*

Finished first-floor repairs and headed upstairs when Nayoung KakaoTalked me.

Three days since I could eat Nayoung's pussy. God, I'd missed it.

Perfect timing—common sense updated. Status window never lets me down.

I opened the common sense store right away.

'Whoa, masturbation.'

Nayoung probably fingers or dildos herself. This makes it common sense for me to do it for her.

Extension of the 69 quest's fingering add-on. Whatever—means I can ravage Nayoung's pussy freely, no sneaking around. Haha.