“That was the extreme result of the demon lord’s punishment.” She spoke readily of her situation, her voice lilting. “It was far too severe for myself and the others. We believed the greatest joy in this world was to work tirelessly, without a chance to idle, in order for our establishment to prosper. That’s why…our comfort…is a bit—” “The culprit who sealed this place supposedly went on to reign in idiocy. Or at least, that’s what the papers at the district office said.” “This is half-boastful, but it’s said the influence of our comfort was simply too compelling.” It could be argued that every person who ever visited Sleeptopia became despondent, much like Brooz’s infinite void of emotion after he summoned the Time-Traveling Temptress. It was something like the deep philosophical state one entered after having every drop squeezed out of them at a first-rate succubus joint, but it didn’t last as long, and the percentage of repeat visitors was high. Everyone from that era sought the comfort offered here. After all, they had built up a strong sense rebellious streak from their egregious labor. The wrongdoer wasn’t Sleeptopia, but the demon lord himself, wasn’t it…? The demon lord’s idealistic politics had driven the labor force into turmoil, and workers seeking relief from that hell ended up visiting succubus joints in droves. When the enraged demon lord started closing down such establishments, the laborers lost their places of respite. In turn, they lost their motivation, and society on the whole stagnated. In the last days of this cycle of degradation, the demon lord’s regime quickly fell apart. “But yes, really, that’s all in the past, the past! Right now, I have a living, breathing client in front of me. As the proprietress of this succubus establishment, I must express my thanks.” “Oh yeah, well…” Stunk smiled complacently like an imp and turned up the corners of his mouth. Normally, his compass wouldn’t have pointed to someone with a body like hers. He always thought of lolita types as something he went for when he got tired of his usual selections. Also, he had just gone to battle against a body like hers a few days ago through the escort service. That said, Stunk was definitely compelled to take her on, which was quite the anomaly. “Well, you’ve gotten me this riled up, and I even went on an epic quest just for you. I expect a super-enthusiastic thank-you.” “Y-you noticed?” “I thought something was off. The Time-Traveling Temptress of urban legend is said to pleasure a man so thoroughly that he might just lose his mind. In fact, that’s exactly what happened to Brooz. However, I got fired the hell up. Couldn’t help it. Wanna know why what happened to him didn’t happen to me?” Stunk had a hunch, and he was pretty sure it was spot-on. “You riled me up, but only halfway. So did I nail it?” “I guess I’ve been found out. Yes, that is correct, in the most accurate way possible.” The house spirit nodded multiple times, clearly satisfied with herself. “Our delivery service determines a client’s preferred type of girl by peering into their mind’s eye during a dream and using that information to make a selection, but in fact—and I need you to keep this confidential—other memories do leak into the process.” “That means you knew I had an angelic acquaintance, right?” “And to think, that discovery was made right after dealing with our canine client. Another girl was waiting for him, but…we had struck gold! We got so excited by this fortuitous twist of fate.” She had put all her hope into fate. By not turning Stunk into a worthless pile of jelly, she left a lingering aura behind to stoke his spirit. As a result, she knew he would try to find Sleeptopia and bring the angel to this place, opening the seal. She was completely right; Stunk’s disposition, which she felt in a dream, was prone to do exactly that. “And look. You, loyal customer, have visited us and opened Sleeptopia again! As the proprietress of this place, the house spirit Yachiyo, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.” Yachiyo bowed deeply on the spot. She bent forward, leaning her head down toward Stunk as he rested his head on her lap, and planted an affectionate kiss on his chin. She had such cute lips. This is more like becoming emotionally attached to a kid than any sort of erotic play… Wait, no. Maybe it’s more like being coddled by my mom or grandma. Stunk was bewildered by the contradictory impression he was getting. This stimulation was only softening his heart, and his crotch was having a hard time reacting at all. Or so he thought. While stroking his hair, she started slowly sliding her hand down, caressing his ear, stroking the nape of his neck, and tickling his scraggly beard. The maternal nature of the gesture had completely changed. It was now a caress inviting sexual stimulation. Though her fingers were tiny, they moved seductively with an intrinsic knowledge of erotic pleasure. “Ohhh… That’s the spirit. The succu-girl talent finally made it to the party.” “I feel the need to ask, but are you sure you don’t mind an older woman like me?” “I’ll be honest. Right now, I don’t care if you’re a loli or a granny. You must have been the one who visited me during the escort session, right? One girl, two roles?” “How keen of you. In dreams, such a thing is indeed possible. Though I’ll admit, it’s not standard practice here. But we were short-staffed at the time, so I filled both roles. The others were having a hot-pot party.” Oh really? How unforgivable. Not the hot-pot party, but the part before that. Time to take my revenge…! To be honest, Stunk was a bit angry. The reason being that even though he paid, they didn’t give him full service. How was such an outrageous thing even possible?! Putting that anger aside, Stunk had ascended The Dying Tree in the Ruined City. He was going to enjoy her—mind, body, and soul. He was going to make her scream for more. He was going to make her apologize for losing the battle with his great sword. “W-wow, you’re getting quite hard. I’m sure yours is truly remarkable…” “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. But, Yachiyo, I’m afraid you’re mistaken.” Stunk wagged his finger in her face and clicked his tongue. “This is a physiological phenomenon that occurs in men typically after waking up. And since I just have, that means I currently have a different desire. I need to take a leak. Sorry about that.” Stunk wasn’t pleased with the situation, but what choice did he have? The two ways in which he desired to relieve himself were in fierce opposition. “If that’s the case, then please, this way.” Yachiyo took Stunk by the hand and helped him stand. She led him to the bathroom and opened the door before entering first. “Okay then, let it all out.” “Wait. Hang on a sec. What are you planning? Why are you standing next to me?” “This is another special service. As an apology for shortchanging you last time, I’m going to go above and beyond this time.” “Thanks, but I really just wanna take a normal piss.” “Do you truly think you can escape the comfort offered at Sleeptopia?” Maybe this was the true danger of the establishment that even the demon lord feared… Hang on, I just need to think about this rationally. This sort of service wasn’t usually available, even at normal succubus joints. Shying away from a new experience would disqualify him as a true sexual deviant. “…All right, whatever you say.” “You are indeed a mighty champion who has conquered this terrible tower! Now out with it, yes, yes.” “Okay…” Stunk pulled down his pants. His glowing-red member was fit to burst with morning dew, and Yachiyo yelped excitedly. She grabbed onto it without hesitation and cooed at its size and warmth. She could barely wrap her fingers around it. “It’s magnificent and brimming with heat.” “This is my son, who I am so very proud of.” “In that case, he’s probably well capable of taking a proper leak, yes?” “I’m pretty embarrassed, not gonna lie!” Stunk wanted to abandon ship, but there was no way he could. His had told himself that he would “accept any service given to him, with gusto,” and he wouldn’t let this experience hold him back. Yachiyo held on to his hips. She was stronger than he’d expected and made no sign of letting him go. Stunk accepted his fate and let the dam break. His stream of shame blasted into the toilet. “Good boy, good boy. You’re doing quite well for one as stiff as a board.” “Don’t comment on every single thing. My heart is gonna split in two… This isn’t really an issue of doing well or not… Plus, you’re holding me in place yourself, Yachiyo…” Stunk’s blade was being gripped by her adorable hands and directed straight into the toilet. “Men can’t aim properly when they’re hard, right? I think the phrase is…like a fire hose?” “You’re right, and I’m pretty proud of my fire hose, but you really don’t need to comment on everything! I don’t feel any poetic connection to taking a leak! And when it comes to water sports, I’m only into it when the girl’s the one peeing!” “If that’s your wish, I’m not opposed to letting you watch me, too… Oh, you splashed!” “Don’t get me all excited while I’m taking a leak!” “But you’re so fun to tease. What a cutie you are.” “Goddamn it, how could you play with the fragile heart of a man like this…?!” The shameful release had finally drawn to a close. Yachiyo didn’t take her hand away until the very last drop. No, even then, she didn’t let go. If anything, she was moving it up and down, her wrist flicking as she stroked it. “Well then, one good release deserves another. Come now, come now—!” “Holy shit, you don’t hesitate, do you…?!” “Why would I waver now? I’m the one providing the service here.” Yachiyo stooped over to put her entire body against Stunk as she held on to his hips. Their difference in height meant that her face was now close to the great sword between Stunk’s legs. “Ohhh…you smell like a real man.” “I’m definitely dirty. You might wanna think twice about that.” “A man’s member being dirty is par for the course. Not to mention—” Yachiyo flicked her tongue obscenely across her lips. This gesture definitely didn’t match her cute face. “The demon lord’s seal only interfered with work inside the establishment. For those in sync with the world outside this place—like myself, as a house spirit—we have even more experience than the other girls.” Yachiyo gulped. “It’s been so long since I’ve had the real thing… Ahh, I’m so excited, I’m drooling. God, please forgive me in advance if all reason flies out the window…” “Bad Yachiyo. Stay. You have to relax, please.” “Thank you for the feast.” No matter how Stunk tried to restrain the horny house spirit, he could only watch as she pounced on his sword and swallowed it whole. * Elves were infinitely more sensitive to magic than humans. They could interact with mana in the air and feel it dwelling in others through a simple touch. For Zel, demanding a certain quality of magic in his partner was inevitable. “Th-this is incredible—!!” Buried in golden fur, Zel cried out in awe. The fox hybrid had a plump bottom and three fluffy tails growing from it. Their sheer volume eclipsed her frame. They completely encompassed the male elf. “I can feel abundant mana oozing from each and every one of your follicles…! They’re bunching together to form an incredible softness, and that pristine flow of mana sends my blood pumping…!” “You really are a pro, eh? Take my fluff and do whatever you want with it.” “This is the best…! Fluffy, fluffy… Ohhh, your fluff is the best…!” Riie bared her fangs and laughed coyly. Her smile was effortless, and her pointed snout gave her an air of elegance. She was a mythical fox hybrid girl from the Far East, and her body contained extraordinary mana. The number of tails these hybrids possessed increased with the quality of their magic. They were said to use transformation techniques to assume any form their partner desired, but Zel was after her original form. Not tasting a girl in her true form would be doing her and myself a great disservice. If he was after a specific species, he could just go to a specialty joint. At any rate, the feeling of being wrapped in her tails was heavenly. Zel was drunk on her mana. “I’ve heard that your type has very potent mana…but I’ve never been so happy to underestimate just how potent it could be.” “Oh, I’m sure, I’m sure. Compliment me more. I love being complimented.” She was open and candid, which did not fit Zel’s image of the mysterious beast species of the Far East, but he didn’t mind. She was wearing an eastern dress with a long slit up the side. It was designed to show off the lines of her body, and her ladylike curves were on full display. Her body is out of this world. Zel had a mana fetish, but that didn’t detract from his love for the pleasures of the flesh. He was over the moon when the two came together. His elation was so absolute that a certain party of his seemed ready to give a standing ovation. “Ah, you still haven’t had the chance to properly relax, have you? You’re still hard as a diamond. What a shame, what a shame. ” Riie shook her hips with glee. She also wagged her tails, causing the flow of mana to fluctuate and forcing pressure to build up in Zel’s crotch. “Oh god, that’s good…! That’s one hell of a technique…! You have some serious mana control…!” “Can you feel it? Can you really, truly feel it? Tee-hee, I’m so good at mana control. It’s all part of a special menu that only I can offer. Enjoy my fluffy paradise.” She turned around and flashed a peace sign, which made her feel more like a close friend than a mystical species. Zel’s soul relaxed thanks to her amiable demeanor. That, in and of itself, was another form of comfort. “Oh, by the way, was the magical technique on this leaf your doing as well, Riie?” Zel took the green leaf—the secret to this entire journey—out of his breast pocket. “Yes, that serves as a substitute charm. I plucked it off a houseplant. There’s a single small window in a one-way hallway in our establishment that leads outside. I sent the leaf floating on the wind toward human habitation. From there, I designed it to activate automatically when touched, initiating a waking dream.” “So the leaf that arrived in the hands of Brooz and Stunk was also…” “That was mere coincidence, blown by the wind. By the way, it won’t activate for busy people. Only for those who truly wish to fool around. Our proprietress called it fate.” Fate. What a wonderful word. Just as mana ebbed and flowed, so too did fated encounters travel on the wings of chance. Believing this really put a pep in your step. “Well, rather than fussing over the details, I’d rather focus on fooling around and feeling good!” Riie stood up just as Zel looked like he was about to blow. “Damn right… My staff, rich with mana, will leave you spellbound.” “Mmm… I’m looking forward to it!” Zel passed through the gates of Riie’s plush paradise and entered her. The battle of magical prowess between elf and fox had begun. * Halflings were a diminutive race. They were short, with small hands and feet, and yes, small members in the case of males. This was something that couldn’t be helped, of course, so it didn’t do anyone any good to dwell on it. Kanchal understood this better than most. Still, it really wasn’t cool to write something like that in a review that so many people would see. Kanchal would have been less annoyed if Zel had just spoken to him directly. The humiliation of that day had been deeply etched in Kanchal’s consciousness. “I totally love little halflings! I can easily wrap my whole body around one with room to spare!” Prim gave a light chuckle and embraced Kanchal with her emerald-green body. You could say she practically inhaled him. Kanchal’s entire body sank into hers, like he was taking a bath in hot water. “Don’t submerge my face, too, or I’ll drown.” “Tee-hee, don’t be scared. I’m here to make you feel good. Just my hot, wet gel body!” Her green body retained the shape of a human through a unique tension, but her malleable breasts were like amorphous gel. The foam bubbling forth from inside her surged all over them and eased Kanchal’s tension. The exhaustion of his journey started to melt away. “Ahh… A slime bath with a bubbly-slime girl can’t be beat.” Bubbly slimes were a type of slime—an amorphous species. A chemical reaction occurred inside their bodies that allowed them produce a constant stream of foam. Because of this, their bodies had low tension and flexibility and could quickly become pure liquid. Many of them also possessed bodies that contained toxins, but by improving their physical properties through nutritional therapy, they could be expected to provide a fantastic medicinal bath treatment with healing properties. “My medicinal effects can alleviate a sore neck, heal nerve pain, and eliminate sleep deprivation. And of course, you can expect them to stoke the sexual appetite, too!” “Oh yeah, I feel great already.” Kanchal was on cloud nine as he gave himself completely to Prim. If slime girls simply imagined themselves as women, they could take on a female form. Not many of them went out of their way to imagine themselves as ugly, so they were quite attractive on average. In particular, Prim had a large bust and a voluptuous frame. Kanchal’s hands sunk inside her when he tried to touch her, though. A trivial issue, overall. It’s great that size doesn’t matter at all with slimes! As amorphous beings, slimes did not possess genitalia. This meant it didn’t really matter if the person entering them had a big one or a small one. That didn’t mean they were completely devoid of sensation, however. “Mmm… I’m getting a little excited… Engulfing a man and filling him up with my essence, right down to his pores, feels so good…!” The grime in Kanchal’s pores was being sucked out and cleansed. Absorbing and dissolving organic life-forms was how slimes generally took in nutrition, and it was accompanied by a strong sense of pleasure. Succu-girl slimes used medicine or magic to mitigate the digestive effect, meaning normally, they would only consume waste matter. “Ahh… You’re so delicious. I could just eat you up.” Kanchal’s masculinity responded to Prim’s spellbound voice, and his average-sized member (average for a halfling anyway) sprang to life. “Hey… I was wondering. Do you also do…?” “Do what?” “…Urethral cleaning?” “Of course! Sending my bubbly slime in and swirling it back out, over and over again until you cum, is my specialty!” Her description of the process was far bolder than Kanchal expected. “Sign me up! Don’t blame me if my special slime tastes so good that you can’t get enough of it, okay?” “As you wish!” Kanchal’s mind began racing. He hoped Prim would become obsessed with him—that she would beg for it with a phrase like Please, master, give it all to me. In that moment, a bubbly sensation he had never experienced before gushed into his most private part. * “I can’t believe I did that with everyone else watching… Why did it have to be me…?!” Crim was crying a river. “It’s not that I don’t like lewd stuff! I think succu-girls are plenty attractive! But it was a magic seal! All I did was unleash the requisite stream of magical light energy to undo it! Stunk and the others don’t understand what it felt like for me to blow my precious load there when I was really planning on cumming inside a girl!” Crim’s experience of being made to ejaculate onto the sealed gate had already become palpable trauma. And they remembered the heinous, careless remarks of their onlookers, too. “Whoa, Crim really can bust a fat load. He’s like a weaponized sex machine.” “My god, what a deluge. It’s brimming with light energy. You’d probably fetch a hefty price if you sold his cum as a magical catalyst.” “Angels being pure is a total sham. Outside of orcs and other ultravirile species, there’s no way a dong or a load that big should be possible. I guess he really is a fallen angel.” Even though Crim silently suffered public masturbation for their sake, their friends had really let them down. “I might have come down from Heaven, but I am not a fallen angel… I might have learned a number of sexual secrets down here on the surface, but I am not a fallen angel…” Was it possible that Crim wouldn’t be able to return to Heaven even after their halo was fixed? Insecurities were given shape within Crim’s dream. A formation of heavenly inhabitants lined up and stuck out their palms, reciting words of rejection— “Okay, that’s enough.” The tragic scene unfolding before Crim’s eyes was suddenly sucked up into oblivion by the long, pointy snout of the succu-girl hanging back behind them. “I am Yume, a dream-eater, and I will feed on your nightmares.” “A dream…eater?” “A dream-eater is a hybrid species from the Far East. We control and eat dreams. Then they fatten us right up, as you can see. I’m pleasantly plump, don’t you think?” Yume was a black-haired hybrid species, and a little on the chubby side. She looked so soft, and Crim wanted to give her a big hug. As soon as Crim had the thought, she pulled them into a loving embrace. The second Crim’s face sunk into her breasts, the angel’s expression finally relaxed. “Wow…you’re so comfy…” “That’s right; entrust your consciousness to a more pleasant fantasy. I am the succu-girl of Sleeptopia who governs over dreams. I will consume all your bad nightmares, leaving you with only the most amazing dreams.” “Amazing dreams…” “It doesn’t matter what they contain. It will all occur within a fabrication, so you won’t end up bothering anyone. No matter how badly you behave, no one will admonish you for it, Crim.” “No one…will admonish me…” As Crim buried their face in her breasts and nuzzled, the pain in their heart faded, and their mood lifted, much like a pair of flapping wings. “In your dreams, you reign supreme, Crim. You can do whatever you want.” Suddenly, Mii from Meow Meow Paradise appeared at Crim’s side. Her breasts were ripe, and her paws kneaded Crim, spurring their great sword to battle. “That’s right. In your dreams, you can go as hard as you want.” Meidri from Ye Pubbe appeared on Crim’s other side. Inexplicably, she was completely naked. She was rubbing her wings and breasts against Crim and even gave them a kiss on the cheek. If the real Meidri found out about this, Crim’s life would be forfeit. At the very least, she’d whip a tray or mug of ale at their face. “It’s just a dream. Just like you surrendered yourself to me, give your own body over to desire.” Elza from The Genderswap Inn was now caressing them from behind. She penetrated Crim’s lady parts with the female pseudopenis she was so proud of. “Ahh… Ahhghh—!” “Come now, tell me how you really feel, in your own words.” Elza rammed against Crim’s hips forcefully, and a shiver ran up their spine. They were utterly dominated by the sense of pleasure churning inside. Crim threw Yume down in front of them. “That’s right. That’s the spirit… Now have your way with me.” Yume spread her thick thighs, extending the most licentious invitation to Crim. Their breathing was ragged, and their heart raced incessantly. They rubbed against Yume’s wetness. Their world-class sex weapon was so much more imposing than the others’. “I…” “You…?” Crim swallowed some saliva to moisten their throat. Then a voice rife with desire exploded inside their dreams. “I love sex!” Crim pierced Yume with their lance while being penetrated from behind. “Ahhhhn! Welcome to the new you!” No one could stop Crim now. Not even Crim themself. Crim the angel had become the physical embodiment of hip thrusting. * It was like a dream. The human male, Stunk, lay sleeping on a low futon, and a petite frame was straddling his hips. Though in this scenario, his partner was not straddling his hips but his crotch. Facing away from Stunk, Yachiyo sat directly onto his pride. “Mmm… Ahh…!!” “N-no way…! You took it all the way to the hilt…with that tiny body?” Her small behind pressed firmly against Stunk’s pelvis as his great sword filled her to the brim. His view was obstructed by her kimono, but the feeling of being completely inside her was undeniable. Every ridge, every bump—he could feel it all. She was the tightest he’d ever had. Am I in past her belly button? A terrifying thought passed through Stunk’s mind, but she didn’t seem to be in any pain. Either way, this is insanely good…! He knew she’d be tight just from her appearance, but she was so much more than that. She was putting pressure on him at her entrance and alternating pulses with her central and deepest cavities. With each contraction, her walls drew him in more. He felt their rich texture as they massaged his glans. He felt so good, he didn’t even have the chance to thrust, even though she was as wet as she was tight and practically begging him to. “Oof… Damn… I won’t be defeated…! I already got the easy one out of the way in the bathroom, so this time around, I’m definitely gonna make you scream…!” “Ahh…mmm…ohh…” As Yachiyo masterfully swiveled to face Stunk, he could see that her cheeks were bulging. This gesture could have been perceived as a childish show of bad manners. Yet the liquid she playfully kept in her mouth was as far removed from childishness as possible. “Just how long are you gonna keep it in your mouth…?” “Mmm, mmm—” The smell must have been overpowering. It must have coated the interior of her mouth and the whole of her esophagus. Yet all the while, Yachiyo’s eyes remained half-lidded, complimenting her devilish smile. She had been wearing this expression ever since she sucked the first load out of Stunk in the bathroom with awe-inspiring technique. “Does it really taste that good?” “Mmmf…mm-hmm!” Yachiyo gulped audibly, and her cheeks reduced in size. She gulped again, and her cheeks grew smaller still, but they also became redder. Gulp—one last time. Her cheeks returned to their original size, and then— “Hnhh, I feel so hot!” Yachiyo’s tender flesh grew hot with the fires of passion, and her pulsations became even more vigorous. “You’ve kindled an ember in me. But I’ve been around the way more than a few times. It takes a lot for me to get going in earnest.” “So you force yourself to swallow, even if it tastes bad?” “Don’t worry, your seed was delectable. It was beautiful and rich, like a strong spirit, warming me up from the inside. Just one taste, and I was addicted.” Yachiyo traced her lips with her finger and smiled. Even though her face was youthful, she was every bit the woman when the blood rushed to her head. And even though she was thousands of years old, she was incredibly spry. Even the hand she used to tug on the hem of her kimono was like the hand of a smiling beauty stroking her man. She threw her kimono open widely, revealing her pale back. A flaming pattern entered Stunk’s field of vision. “Is that a tattoo…? Wait, it’s moving. No, it’s…burning?” Red and orange petals of light danced on the surface of her skin. “You should see it from afar… Mmf—” Yachiyo’s movements fell into rhythm with the swirling of the flames. Her hips swiveled in a circular pattern, still tight against Stunk, and then slid back and forth. “Ohh— Urgh, how am I supposed to get a good look when you’re clamped onto me like a steel trap…!” “Mmm…ahhh… You only need lie down without touching my back. Ahh…” “O-okay, gotcha… Hnngg…” Electricity raced across Stunk’s skin as Yachiyo made his weapon her toy. His jaw went slack from the pleasure of her grip. This feels way better than my time with the escorts…! Compared with when she’d entered his dreams, the feeling of penetrating Yachiyo directly was in a league of its own. Yachiyo must have been equally enraptured, because the flame pattern on her back was flickering even more fiercely. Wroosh—!! Genuine flames shot out of the tattoo. “Holy shit, something came out your back!” “It’s like squirting. If you hit me in a weak spot, mmm…my little body won’t be able to hold back, and the flames leap out… Ah, ahh—!” “Whoa, you’re on fire! Literally! I’ve heard of this fairy tale!” It was the tale of a tanuki that was made to carry a bundle of firewood, which was then used to start a fire, boil the raccoon dog, and eat him—if Stunk recalled correctly.
Chapter 15
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