Chapter 8 – Episode 8: Sweet Dreams 下
Wandering around the Internet, there were people who wore the mask of anonymity and brought out their ugly desires.
I know that as a woman, I can’t help but keep my eyes on the pectoral muscles and towering shape of the crotch of a handsome man.
However, because human sexuality is so diverse, there were all kinds of human groups,
Han Ye-ji, who had encountered sexual desire over the Internet, was theoretically aware of everything she knew.
And some of them you admit, some of them as women, aren’t they? And a state of rejection.
Get drunk with animations of purple ponies and horses of various colors and breeds turning into big cock handsome men
There were also horsemen who were crazy about horse penis-shaped dildos,
There were also TS monsters who arbitrarily changed incarnations and constellations recorded in history books into men.
And there were also guys who pampered like a newborn baby while being fed up with a caring man.
I couldn’t understand.
I shouldn’t have been able to understand
‘Fuck… So embarrassing. Isn’t the Constellation Master aware?’
The terrible memory of being a high school student and dumping blankets and underwear in a shared laundry at night.
Fortunately, the Constellation didn’t respond to whether he was keeping his eyes open at night or looking elsewhere, but…
Didn’t you see everything and keep your mouth shut with consideration, really?
No matter how many different tastes and different positions there are in sexual activity,
Isn’t it a bit reluctant to be pampered as a woman?
That was what I was thinking until yesterday’s dream.
A gentle, gentle hand caressing your hair.
The feeling of the man’s thick fingers gently stroking his hair.
His masculine hand gently sweeps his from the back of his head to the nape of his neck to his back.
The warm embrace hugging your back was a strange feeling that was both hard and cozy.
Burying my face in the man’s chest in his arms his was so comfortable that his head his was empty.
The embrace of that hot man who was cut off from everything in the world and could only feel fatherly love.
A low voice whispering in my ear like a child,
Then, after squeezing his ass his, hard fingers his slipped into a secret place …
‘Really, isn’t he the real Constellation?’
Isn’t it more like a father and daughter relationship than a man and woman relationship?
He feels paternal love and is fooling around, but he is solving his sexual desire his there.
No matter how you think about it, it feels like a twisted castle wall.
Even the target is not a nice guy I’ve seen anywhere, but a constellation from my imagination.
Constellation, what your first contractor does with the first authority is having a dirty dream.
While thinking of the Constellation as a delusion in a dream-
When I thought about that, Han Ye-ji stopped thinking because a sense of self-doubt flooded in.
He tried to justify himself by saying that it was because he lived in a dormitory in an unfamiliar space, not at home.
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I jumped out of Han Ye-ji’s dream and fell into deep trouble.
‘Should I put up with it for 12 hours or should I hit it once and go to sleep?’
Long abstinence has dulled me,
The beauty rubbing her naked body her in her arms was enough to break that abstinence and sharpen her senses her.
It’s not a frog that woke up from hibernation, and now it’s to the point where my stuff that suddenly springs up just by looking at one example on the screen is getting annoying.
I could have done it if I was alone.
There is no bathroom, but it is a room where food waste and filth disappear.
However, considering the wise man time and the sense of shame that would come after that, I couldn’t act hastily.
I’d rather endure it for about 16 hours and then go back into Han Ye-ji’s dream.
The one Yeji who threw me out of her dream was really out of breath.
I do laundry in the communal laundry room early in the morning and take a shower before morning training begins.
After choosing an advanced physical training course, I sweated all over again at the gym.
I try to spend a breathless day at the level of overexerting myself without taking a break.
And again, her night came and she lay in her bed.
Lying flat on her bed and placing her fingers in the air, it was quite funny how they froze.
Hey, it must be embarrassing to wake up in a wet dream just because you touched her with your hands her.
The cup ramen that is said in a joking voice, rabbit.
She thinks that way, so she decides that her libido has won, or that she has become accustomed to lucid dreaming.
She presses her fingers firmly into the air and drops her arm her just as it does.
[Do you want to interfere with Han Ye-ji’s lucid dream?]
[Yes / No]
What I pressed was, of course, the Yes button.
The large TV screen that was visible next to my sight and the mouse I was holding in my hand vanished.
She closed her eyes and opened them, feeling her now accustomed noise fill her ears.
‘Where are you going again?’
It’s not a house, a cafe, or a restaurant, but a random gym.
In a place where treadmills were lined up and all kinds of equipment I didn’t even know the name of, Han Ye-ji was working hard on her muscles.
The entire wall where her dumbbells were made of mirrors, probably for the purpose of seeing her posture of her, so she moved her steps toward it.
A body with no sleeves and more muscles than last time.
If I was a church oppa last time, this time I looked like a gym trainer with a good body.
Do I have to help Han Ye-ji, who sits on an odd contraption and pushes her legs?
You must have done something at the gym before.
What should I do, let’s get closer first?
He slowly approached from behind.
Han Ye-ji was also wearing clothes suitable for a gym, but she looked a little too cool.
A pair of tight gray training pants above her knee and up to mid-thigh, with a black string shirt exposing her figure 11 abs her.
If her breasts were just a little bigger, the area covering her flesh was so small that I couldn’t tell if it was a thong or a sports bra.
That doesn’t mean it’s small… It’s like a full B cup.
Definitely bigger than the malnourished women of Apocalypse.
Han Ye-ji, who was whimpering and exercising her lower body her, met her eyes her.
Her eyes her are moving breathlessly again. But today’s reaction was a little different.
Eyes rolling back and forth as if they don’t know why you’re here.
Rather than scanning all over the body filled with lust like last time, the frequency of scanning the floor and surroundings is higher.
“No, this, why… ?”
After shaking her head a few times, she hears a muffled noise in her ears again.
What appears this time is the huge playground of the academy.
She was basking in the scorching sun without any shade, and Han Ye-ji was running alone there.
This time she was wearing her plain gym uniform of short sleeves and I was wearing a male instructor’s uniform and shoes.
Looking at Han Ye-ji’s sweaty backside, I was able to realize her condition.
It’s embarrassing to be in a wet dream, so it seems like you’re trying to suppress your sexual desire with exercise in a lucid dream.
But can your sexual desire be suppressed by exercising? Not in reality, but in a dream?
As she stands on the track in the playground, as she spins around, Yeji naturally comes toward me.
Her gaze on her, panting and looking up at the sky as she ran, turned to me,
The world was about to go round and round again, so I took a step forward.
“Sir, the Constellation…”
“What if?”
“Ah… That can’t be… ?”
The spinning world turns into a familiar sight again.
That bedroom at that time, that bed.
The place where a foreknowledge was defeated by two of her fingers her and woke up from her dream her in a wet dream.
The embarrassing memory of her her came back, and her face her flushed red.
Now, without a bathrobe, they are sitting facing each other on the bed wearing only one pair of panties.
She desperately squeezes her voice as her gaze her is momentarily lost to her breasts her showing off her bouncy movements her without her bra.
“Because this is my lucid dream… It can’t be a real Constellation, right? It’s just my dream…”
When I hear her crawling voice, I suddenly feel strange.
No, should I say it’s a strange feeling? As if engraved in my instincts, I naturally responded to those words.
“Yes, this is your lucid dream.”
“Yes? So I…”
“And I am the Constellation of Nightmare.”
Her bright red face her turns blue.
I have only been in this world for three months, but Han Ye-ji was born and raised in this world.
Just as it is natural for men to do housework and for women to do outside work, the Constellation was an unapproachable and noble being to mankind.
First of all, without the Constellation, humanity would have perished.
A god who communicates in real time and wants to give gifts to mankind.
Those are the constellations.
Recalling the fact that Yeji projected her sexual desires on such a constellation and released her lust for her, she felt all sorts of emotions at the same time.
The crush I feel for a handsome man,
Subdued sex appeal felt from the opposite sex with a good body,
Gratitude for the Constellation that chooses and takes care of you,
The fatherly love I felt from the gentle touch,
The shame of revealing her desires her in her dreams her,
The guilt of having dared to use the first power bestowed by the Constellation for the purpose of dealing with sexual desire.
Even the sense of immorality I feel when I see myself being pampered and wanting to be a child.
It was her desire that made her dream her and her guilt her that stopped her, so what I had to do was simple.
How should my instincts, which have become helpless nightmares and constellations in my dreams, move?
Because it gave me direction on what to say.
This is Han Ye-ji’s lucid dream, but my main stage has become a dream horse.
Once again, she stretches out her arms and hugs her, like her dream of yesterday.
Enjoying the feel of her soft breasts her rubbing against her bare chest her, I lightly bit her red-hot earlobe with my lips.
“Yes, I am your Constellation, my lovely first incarnation.”
“I’m sorry, Constellation Master, I was trying to do this with the power given to me-”
“Shi-yes, what does it matter? I am your constellation, but this is your dream.”
Like a turned off radio, her mouth her shuts tight.
The gibberish self-excuses have long since disappeared.
Her trembling body her meant that her sexual desire her was gradually eating away at her guilt her.
“This is only your dream. A sweet lucid dream in which everything you desire comes true.”
Her mouth her moves of its own accord, pouring out her old-fashioned words her.
It’s hard to believe that words such as “Take it all, kill it all” Came out of my familiar mouth in a soft and caring voice.
“What do you want me to do for you?”
At that little question, she struggled to open her mouth.
