Chapter 444 – Episode 444: Network 4
The five incarnations that came to me were interested in many ways. Starting with Jjangyena, who has a smell fetish, all kinds of desires came out of my subconscious. The good news is that there were no disgusting desires that I couldn’t accept physiologically. Actually, a person, or rather a bitch, with that kind of desire would not dare to stand in front of the Dream Demon Constellation, even if it meant getting his feet stabbed.
There’s Salty, who sticks her nose between the crotches and enjoys the smell, and then there’s Leg Mania, who licks my feet and calves with her tongue and rubs her pussy against the heart muscles of my calves. Hwashin, who seems to have a costume fetish, fantasizes about everything from academy cadet uniforms to teacher cosplay with a dress shirt and a whip, and Hwashin, who is obsessed with my back muscles and feels pleasure by hugging my back and shaking his dick with his hand instead of having sex.
Then, when I saw that the last remaining incarnation was excited to see the avatar of an elf boy, I felt that way.
“Would you like to do something fun with me?”
Honestly, if you look at her words and actions, she looks like a lolicon criminal, but I feel like she covers it up because she looks pretty.
She may have been the incarnation of someone from the Eastern Continent, but it was nice to see a beautiful woman with a slender height and impressive long black hair, with her arms spread out as if asking someone to hug her. If only her mouth hadn’t been twitching and her nostrils flaring, unable to suppress a sinister smile.
Still, it is clear that her sinister gaze follows her pointed ears, as if she likes the elf more than she likes the young boy. It’s strange that she doesn’t notice because he’s not making eye contact with hers, but looking directly at her side.
“Wow… Your ears, your ears are really moving.”
As if she has no intention of hiding her desires as much as she has been immersed in them unconsciously, she is now even voicing them out loud.
Unlike Jjangyena, a soft body without any muscles, perhaps an incarnation of a scholar or wizard, approaches staggeringly. Her trembling hands and harsh hot breath broke the mood a little, but I could tolerate it.
I’m not sure what kind of relationship we have subconsciously, but seeing as she came up to me without hesitation and hugged me, it seems like she thinks it’s a pretty close relationship. Does she want to cross the line by becoming a human who became friends with an elf?
“But are there any inconveniences in studying abroad?”
“Study abroad?”
“Since I am living in the human world in the body of an elf, I think there will be a lot of inconveniences. … Are you saying other women are approaching me?”
Various stories came out of her mouth as if to answer my questions. Her desire seemed to be closely related to the content of the creative work, unlike Salty Ji’s, which were based on reality.
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Like an incarnation that had the desire to be a furry, the world that this incarnation, full of elf fetishes, subconsciously dreams of is a world where humans and elves live in unity under the name of the constellation. It seemed like I was an elf boy who came to study abroad to learn about human life in that world.
I was able to find out in exaggerated detail whether she really had an ear fetish, or to be more precise, an elf ear fetish, as she hugged me from behind and stroked her ear while talking about all sorts of things.
“Hmm, it tickles a bit.”
“Still, you have to endure it. This is how humans share warmth with close friends by touching each other’s skin.”
To be honest, she wasn’t in a bad mood, but she didn’t have the heart to just have her ears caressed forever. As she started to squirm little by little, she became anxious and started pouring out all kinds of miscellaneous information.
He placed her earlobe between his thumb and index finger and caressed it, gently brushing the tip of her pointed ear with his index finger as if stroking a small bird, and then moving his thin finger insidiously along the shell of her ear. The hand movements that can be described as more lewd than those of prostitutes on the streets slowly send a tingle down my spine.
I don’t know if this is because of the elf’s uniquely sensitive skin, or because of her sticky desire that flows out even in her subconscious.
“Well, is that… Uncomfortable?”
“This?”
A soft chest pressing against your back and hot breath on the back of your neck. Even though he is the incarnation of magic, he is still thorough in self-care and doesn’t feel sticky or smelly, so even I, who felt repulsed and strange, slowly started to warm up.
Men are such simple creatures, but what can I say since they have the bodies of a dream horse in heat 24 hours a day and the sensitive body of an elf mixed together? As soon as the seemingly pretty long-haired beauty clings to her and gently caresses her skin, her excitement and anticipation grows.
Let’s keep in mind that the only areas that are touched are the ears, the cheeks near the ears, and the nape of the neck.
“The boy must be very uncomfortable… He looks like he’s having a hard time putting on his pants. Let me help him. He can’t walk around looking like that.”
The hand that had been persistently touching my ear finally comes down to my waist. When I looked down at him, I saw baggy baby denim shorts and a large white shirt with some sleeves left over, so it seemed like he had some desire for clothes.
When I see him clearly expressing what he wants in his subconscious like this, I’m not sure if it’s a talent for dealing with dreams and the unconscious, or a victory of will mixed with sexual desire.
When I penetrated to find out my desires, I was thinking about the strangeness of seeing all the incarnations neatly handling the unconscious, and a soft finger hesitantly dug into my pants. At first, slowly and carefully, as if caressing a precious glass artifact. Then, when my twitching fingertips touched the light pubic hair, without hesitation.
The fingers come down from the top and gently stroke the small boy’s light fur. Without hesitation, the fingers move down further and grab the egg sac. A hand that is soft and careful, but without the slightest hesitation, grabs the entire hand and rubs the animal.
“Ugh…”
“Do you feel good?”
As my slightly grown nails gently scratch the wrinkles of the egg sac, a feeling of pleasure close to tickling comes over me, and naturally I also let out a hot sigh. It seems that the dark desire she fantasizes about is soft, leisurely sex with an elf boy.
I can enjoy it, except that the ‘relaxation’ is slower than I expected.
The touch was slow enough to make one wonder if she had a desire to satisfy her sexual desires while enjoying the sight of the elf boy clinging to her in an anxious manner. They leisurely scratch the bottom of the egg sac with their fingernails, without any intention of touching the pillar.
“Sister? You know…”
“What’s wrong, are you uncomfortable?”
“No, that’s not it.”
When I spoke quietly as if my guess was correct, she responded quickly. As soon as I speak to her, I can feel her back jumping up and down through her soft breasts.
As she interrupted her words for a beat, her hand gradually became slower, as if she was anticipating what she would say next. It’s not because I intentionally made her anxious, but because she was concentrating on my words to the point where she tilted her head toward me and covered me with her hair while swallowing.
Now, I could no longer tolerate her leisurely and intermittent movements and spoke out the lines she wanted.
“It’s a little stuffy and itchy, but if you take off your pants…”
“Okay! Okay! It was uncomfortable!”
Unlike the relaxed touch, the fastest feedback in the world. Before I could come to my senses, my denim shorts and panties were gone, and I was only wearing a shirt. The stiffly erect cock that was exposed like that.
Although it is smaller than the body of a normal dream demon, it is so straight and strong that you would not think it belongs to a boy of this age. To use an analogy, as much as I like elf boys, it would be fair to say that I have a taste for slender rather than glamorous looks. … Why is it that the shape of the dick changes every time, so I get this impression.
Whether I was thinking wrong or not, she finally slipped out of her egg sac and grabbed her dick with her pole. The heavy piece of flesh, which is a little difficult to hold with one hand, is crushed in her soft grasp, and she sheds happy tears.
“Oh my, I guess it was more frustrating than I thought. I just held on, but it got so wet…”
If we consider the case of a giant tree that never withers, the body fluids of an elf have a sweet and refreshing smell that is either tree sap or honey. Add to that the feeling of her dream, and she becomes so excited just by the pre-cum that wets her palms.
Her palms begin to move in earnest as his hot breath thrillingly stimulates her sensitive ears.
A beautiful palm that strokes slowly but surely, using pre-cum as lubricant. As my hand movements gradually become faster, as if I am accelerating, my breathing also becomes heavier. As if I was lusting after a boy who was ignorant about sex, my back was tingling without my knowledge because of the pleasure that felt much more sensitive than the dream avatar.
“Shh, let’s stay still? Sister, sister will do everything for you~”
However, as if she could not tolerate even the slightest movement, she gently hugged me from behind and entangled my body with her free hands, like a snake coiling around its prey.
No matter how much she is the incarnation of the magic world, she is a superhuman who uses magic power, and an adult woman who is three heads taller than the body of an elf boy. Feeling helpless against her pleasant pressure, I just cummed into her palm.
Wow!
