The Real Thing Right After the Tutorial Teaser (2)
What the hell… how… what happened?
Kang Juhyuk felt dizzy, as if he were floating in and out of a hazy dream.
Something about it felt wrong. It wasn’t nausea. It was too comfortable. Too soothing. He felt good.
Hadn’t he died?
Juhyuk was a D-class hunter, and his career as a hunter had been short. He was only twenty, a rookie who had barely made it through a single year.
But that didn’t mean he was ignorant. He knew the basics well enough to understand how beastification progressed, and he also knew that the moment someone lost consciousness, they were, for all intents and purposes, done as a human being.
He had tried with everything he had not to lose himself, but when he finally blacked out and could no longer hold on, he had accepted that he would never open his eyes again.
And yet.
Kang Juhyuk’s mind had not vanished.
It felt like he was dreaming.
No, this had to be a dream.
It was like watching a strange movie.
Like watching a first-person mockumentary he had no control over, unable to turn his gaze wherever he wanted.
There he was, turned into a beast.
There he was, bound up so he wouldn’t rampage.
And then, into the room where that version of himself was trapped, a woman walked in.
Yes. It was her. The angel he had seen just before the end.
But something was different.
He had thought of her as a white-haired woman in a red dress.
But in Juhyuk’s dream, she was dressed in a ragged tracksuit, her dark red T-shirt clinging to her body as if it had been soaked through.
Not a woman wearing red, but a woman wrapped in blood.
She looked less like an angel now and more like a demon.
And yet her beauty had not faded in the slightest, and Juhyuk couldn’t tear his eyes away.
For a heartbeat, he even thought that maybe she had come to take him away.
…Huh?
That impression evaporated almost immediately.
Anyone would have lost their mind seeing that woman suddenly pull his pants down.
He nearly screamed from the shock—or maybe he really did scream—but nothing happened to Juhyuk’s body. It was as if sleep paralysis had seized him.
It was too unreal.
A lewd dream while dying? A wet dream?
Was this how people died after beastification?
Juhyuk wondered whether he had been this starved all along.
His life had never been calm enough to spare a single thought for that sort of thing, so he had no experience and no time to think about it.
He only knew that the woman looking down at his cock was just too, too obscene.
Gulp.
His body refused to move, but his erection was climbing hard and fast.
The woman curved her eyes into crescent moons and smiled as she looked down at him.
She flicked the tip of her tongue over her lips, looking as though she might pounce at any second.
Lick.
Wha—?
Her tongue touched him.
The sensation was far too vivid to be a dream.
Juhyuk’s mind nearly exploded at the feel of it, but the beast-formed body beneath him didn’t react at all.
No matter how desperately he tried to move, nothing would obey him, so all his mind could do was take in the sensation as it came.
Was this how it was supposed to feel?
He had never received anything like this before.
Did dreams let you do anything? Was this what he wanted when he saw that angel while dying?
…It felt good because it was happening like this, sure, but he wouldn’t have had time to think anything like that.
Vivid, and yet impossibly unreal.
The woman kept licking his cock.
From below to above. From below to above.
She cleaned him with the utmost care, as if she were washing him as thoroughly as possible.
Then suddenly—
She took him straight into her mouth.
O-oh, wow…
So lewd. So incredibly lewd.
She swallowed the head whole and worked her tongue around it, mixing the underside, the tip, and the ridge in turn to tease him.
Soft tongue. Soft lips. Warm breath.
At the same time, she kept looking up at his face.
Those two red eyes shook his heart even more.
With her face loose and flushed, the woman suddenly moved her right hand to the waistband of her pants.
While sucking his cock, she was also using her own hand to toy with the secret place beneath her clothes.
Whenever her fingers twitched once, her lower body seemed to twitch right along with them.
The astonishing thing was that even while she was pleasuring herself like that, her tongue never slowed down at all.
Sluuurp, sluurp, schlick, schluup.
Once she started rubbing herself, the slow sucking on Juhyuk’s cock turned far more intense.
What had just been a slow, careful teasing—so gentle it felt like she was merely demonstrating what a blowjob was—suddenly became something else entirely.
It was as if she had switched gears and was now doing everything she could to make him cum as fast as possible.
She took about half of him into her mouth, then pulled back.
She sucked him in, then released him.
She tapped him with her tongue, then slipped away.
Ah… I’m going to cum.
He was insanely turned on.
The sense of unreality was dizzying. A beauty he could barely believe existed was coming to him on her own and sucking his cock.
In a dream cut off from reality, receiving a blowjob in a strange space where death and pleasure had been tangled together.
It was enough to make him forget he was dying and drown himself in the unreal.
But Juhyuk was doing everything he could to hold back his release.
Part of it was because he felt good in this moment, because he was aroused.
But another part of him was afraid. What if he died the moment he came? Was this some kind of trap?
Wasn’t it something like a succubus?
As the end drew near, fear of death came crashing down on him.
But the woman, apparently displeased by that fact, sucked him even harder.
Come on, cum! Cum already!
That was what her movements seemed to say.
She looked hungry for his semen, like she was begging him to give it to her already.
As if she were being milked dry, as if she were the one being fucked and drained.
This wasn’t the kind of pleasure anyone could simply bear forever.
Ggh—!
Spurt. Spurrrt.
His semen gushed out in a violent rush.
Something hot erupted from the cock buried deep in the woman’s mouth.
Only then did she convulse all over, roll her eyes back, and tremble through what looked like her own climax before collapsing.
Thunk.
Just a moment ago she had been sucking his cock with relentless enthusiasm, and now, the instant she received his cum, she seemed to break apart from the intensity of the pleasure and started crawling on the floor, trembling.
Even then, the semen pouring from his cock still hadn’t stopped, and it smeared over the face of the woman lying there.
She stuck out her tongue and tried to lap up the semen dirtying her face.
She could have easily wiped it away with her hand, but perhaps all the strength had gone out of her body, because she couldn’t move properly.
Ooohk, oook, o-gok.
She had only been sucking a cock. She had only done a little self-pleasuring. And yet Juhyuk couldn’t help wondering what kind of woman this was, because her face looked like she had just spent hours having sex.
Was this normal? He had nothing to compare it with.
But that was as far as his thoughts went.
This really was the end now.
He had already cum, so the dream should be ending too.
Probably it was just the final burst of desire left behind by the woman he had seen at the end, the last thing a dying man’s mind had seized on.
A blowjob dream, right before death. Ridiculous, but that was reality for him.
The dream was over.
After one last sweet experience before leaving, it was finally time to die for real.
Except there was one problem.
He wasn’t dead.
More accurately, the dream wasn’t ending.
…How much longer am I supposed to keep doing this?
Juhyuk was flustered.
And he had every reason to be.
The woman who had suddenly appeared had sucked his cock, jacked herself off until she climaxed and collapsed, then suddenly stormed out of the room screaming—and even then, the dream still didn’t end.
She had been left behind.
“Mmh—!”
He could tell she was making some kind of sound, but it had been warped so badly that he couldn’t make out what it was.
Still, from the mood alone, Juhyuk could tell it was a curse.
There were sounds of something breaking.
Sounds of muttering. Sounds of her walking around and smashing things in the vicinity as she went.
And so, a few utterly pointless minutes passed.
Juhyuk was still trapped inside this beast’s body.
Far from fading, his consciousness was growing sharper.
His body still wouldn’t move, but the foggy awareness that had seemed ready to vanish at any moment was sharpening to a razor’s edge along with the post-orgasm clarity.
Then the door opened again, and the woman who had just been sucking his cock as if she were serving him returned.
Thump. Thump.
He couldn’t make sense of the situation, and since he had been on the verge of death, he was scared too.
But that act of service had been so unbelievably amazing, so obscenely erotic, that the blood in his body refused to calm down. He couldn’t stop his heart from pounding.
Was she going to do it again? No, but…
Even as that thought formed, the moment he saw her face, it changed.
She was different.
That wasn’t the face of someone who had gotten completely aroused and gone feral like a bitch in heat.
It wasn’t the face of a slut who had been savoring his cock with her tongue.
It wasn’t the soft, pliant face of the woman who had just been smiling through her service.
It was sharp.
Her brows were tightly furrowed.
Her eyes were dagger-sharp.
Her gaze was aggressive.
The corners of her mouth were full of irritation.
Only her expression had changed, and yet in an instant she had gone from looking like a puppy to looking like a cat.
The woman, as if she were truly exasperated, as if she found the whole thing intolerable, as if she was thoroughly annoyed, laid a hand on the cock she had just been sucking so cheerfully and so devotedly.
Then she slowly leaned down toward the ear of his beast-form body and spoke in a low voice.
For some reason, he couldn’t make out a single other word, but this one came through crystal clear.
“You fucking bastard. I’m touching a man’s cock to save his life, so if you die on me, I swear I’ll kill you for real.”
Her touch was awkward.
The woman from a moment ago had vanished somewhere.
With painfully awkward hands, she grabbed Juhyuk’s cock and began shaking it.
Her face was flushed bright red.
Not the red of lust.
It was a face full of embarrassment, humiliation, irritation, and mortification.
She bit her lip, furrowed her brows, and couldn’t even bear to look at his cock.
Her expression was like someone handling a cock for the very first time.
Ah.
She’s cute.
The woman who had been so filthy, so unbelievably obscene just a moment ago had become ridiculously cute instead.