Chapter 16

Thankfully, the flames on Yachiyo’s back were only burning in the space around her and weren’t actually hurting her. Even though he was very close to her, it wasn’t hot, but pleasantly warm. The enigmatic flame hit his chest and soothed him. It evoked nostalgia and set off a flash of intense emotion within Stunk’s mind. He couldn’t help recalling a certain memory and quickly opened his mouth to speak. “Yachiyo, was your first home…the place where you were born…a hearth?” “Yes, that’s right. What a smart boy. Well done, you wild thing.” Yachiyo pressed Stunk’s tip against the back of her inner entrance as a reward for his cleverness. She kept grinding her hips, her back wreathed in flames, as she told the tale of her birthplace. “In primordial times, humanity lived around the fire—ahh. But the home I was born into was more developed than that—ooh—we had a single hearth with a ceiling and walls… In essence—ahh—the hearth was our center of existence. I was the spirit of our home, meaning I was also the spirit of the hearth. Ohhh—you’re so thick—ooh… You’re stretching me open…!” Stunk believed every word she said. The warmth pervading Sleeptopia was likely due to her influence—the personification of the hearth. But how long ago was she talking about? Hundreds of years? How many zeroes would he have to add? “Ahh—that’s so good—mmm—Opening this establishment was a coincidence—truly spur of the moment. It just suited my habits… To be perfectly honest, I’m something of a sex addict. Mm, mmm, ah, ahhh, I absolutely love how this feels…!” “Could you maybe choose between moaning or exposé?!” “Didn’t I tell you? It’s been so long…ahhn—! I can’t possibly control my speech while we’re like this…mmm, ahhh— That feels sooo gooood…!” “It definitely turns me on that I’m the first one to be with you in so long…!” And she really was out of control. Her hips bucked as her back spewed flame. No matter how young she looked, or how elegant her demeanor, she had the soul of a succu-girl. Why would she do this for so long if she didn’t love it? She was full of him and delighted in showing off her refined skill. She was every bit the sex addict she professed to be. “Okay, I promised to give you a special treat if you were able to guess correctly.” All at once, she stopped moving. “Now—!” Stunk’s carnal satisfaction began to intensify. Before his very eyes, the insatiable nympho’s body was…growing. She became taller, her shoulders broadened, and her breasts and bottom expanded. She now appeared before him as a thick, busty beauty. “Your petite playmate is now a voluptuous vixen…!” Her transformation echoed the image of a sex-starved mother stealing her daughter’s man. “As a house spirit, I can borrow the abilities of the other girls who live here and make them my own. Right now, I’m using a dream-eater’s power to show you a waking dream. It looks real, but in fact, my appearance is an illusion.” “What the… So you’re saying this incredible body isn’t real…?” Stunk gripped her thighs, but they felt as thick and voluminous as they looked. “It also felt real when you were with the escorts, did it not?” “Argh, now I’m really turned on!” Stunk typically loved his women with a little meat on their bones, as opposed to more petite body types. Suddenly, he was compelled to up the tempo, so he plunged in deep. “Ah, ahhh—!” Yachiyo’s back tightened up while her pillowy breasts and behind bounced with abandon. “Hnnngg— This is just making me wanna thrust even harder!” “Th-this is supposed to be special service from me…!” “It’s all your fault for taking on that ultrasexy form! Hraaaahh!” “Ahh, ahhhn, you bad boy…!” Stunk picked up momentum with each thrust. Men are at their best when they’re fucking their brains out! Stunk also had better control of himself while he was moving, instead of being submissive. Even though she had transformed and effectively doubled in size, Stunk still had his way with the house spirit’s tight hole. He was so energized that he forced her onto all fours, while he was still on his knees. It was a perfect position for deep penetration. “An ass this big deserves to be taken from the back!” Stunk thrust in and out like it was his final act on earth, slapping against Yachiyo loudly. Each thrust caused her flesh to ripple, and Stunk drank in the image. “Ahh…so rough…ohhh… This is intense…!” Yachiyo was gripping the sheets as she squirmed, and the flames on her back swirled in response. Stunk got a bit careless as he lurched forward; the flames nearly singed his hair. The shock sent him reeling backward, and he had to grab onto Yachiyo’s behind to stabilize himself. “Mmm! Ohhh, having a young man thrust into me feels so good…!” “Is that so? You like being tormented like this?” “I love it—ohhhh—your youthful passion is pouring into me! I absolutely adore men who have only lived a fraction of my lifespan! They’re the best!” Stunk wasn’t sure what to make of her words, but she was lost in ecstasy, and that was stimulating enough. A warm feeling built in his lower abdomen. “If that’s the case, then get ready for a young stud’s hot load!” “Oh yes, I want it now! Ahh, ahhn—now! Give it to me now—!!” “You greedy little thing…! Take this!” Stunk thrust inside her with all his might. He pumped and pumped and pumped some more. Stunk and Yachiyo steadily rose to climax together and shuddered in mutual orgasm. He went in for the certain kill as his seed gushed into Yachiyo’s deepest place. The flame on her back erupted for a moment and singed the ceiling. It nearly burned the tip of Stunk’s nose, but he was able to pull back just in time. “Ohhhhh—!! Ohh, ahh, ooooh, so good…ahhh… Your nectar is so thick and creamy…! My consciousness is fading away…!” Yachiyo’s body glistened with sweat. As she thrashed against the flames, waves of contractions washed over Stunk’s phallus. Every woman had their own unique tastes, and Yachiyo seemed to be the type that focused on pleasing her man until the very end. Just as Stunk lingered on this train of thought, Yachiyo’s body shrank in an instant. “Oh shit, better watch out—!” He stopped himself before she completely shrunk, and they returned to their former dynamic. “Wow, you really can really switch up your appearance at will, huh?” “Do you want to do it this way next?” “Don’t mind if I do.” Stunk hadn’t even exited her before they began round two. The way Yachiyo could change her appearance through the waking dream was not the same as true transformation. Because of this, she could actually modify her body type to an even finer degree. For example, she could revert to her petite mode and make her breasts even bigger than her head. She even got the balance wrong once and turned her breasts into unfathomable aberrations that were larger than the rest of her body. Stunk wasn’t really turned on by the idea and asked her to tone it down a notch. “They’re the perfect size when I can put it between them without a single part sticking out.” “Okay then, how’s this?” Stunk could slip in and out of her cleavage perfectly while they both stood up. Looking down, he saw her bewitching face but couldn’t see his member, which was nestled between her voluptuous breasts. Perfect. Enraptured by this delightful imbalance, Stunk erupted once more. “Mmm, wow, there’s so much!” Yachiyo was transfixed by the viscous substance covering her breasts. She rubbed it in with her small hands, and her gaze was dreadfully immoral. “If you can change your appearance that much, can you also possibly change your species? Like turning into a mystical fox spirit or a slime?” “It’s not that I can’t, but competing with the other girls is forbidden. The waking dream allows me to change my own physical appearance, and without good reason, I can’t increase myself in number, either.” “I see. In that case, I want you to take on the full-grown adult version again.” “Of course.” After climaxing a number of times, Stunk couldn’t help being biased toward her adult physique. Such were his preferences. He stroked Yachiyo’s skin and gripped her sides as he bore into her and drank in her reactions with his entire being. Her lewd moans had a slight deepness to them, which really got him going. “Ohhh… Ohhhhh—! You magnificent man…!” There were no words to describe the sense of satisfaction borne from the woman gripping him tightly and taking in the full length of him. He felt like he was imbibing the essence of every single year she had lived, up until this day. Nearly losing himself, Stunk opted to take a different route for their final bout. “For the last round, I want you as you were.” “Oh? I thought you preferred the mature-looking me.” “If I had to pick, then you’re absolutely right, but to close it out, it would only be right to enjoy your natural flavor. Why do you exist as a house spirit? I don’t want to leave with the wrong impression.” Stunk crossed his legs and brought Yachiyo onto his lap. “I see. Well, in that case.” Yachiyo’s body became light as a feather, and the lovely house spirit who Stunk first met at Sleeptopia reappeared. “Mmm. You are too cute, and I can’t get enough of how tight you are.” “I can make myself even tighter if you want.” “No, I don’t think I can do any tighter.” “So this is your preferred age range. Hee-hee, I see.” The house spirit put her thin arms around the battle-worn adventurer’s thick neck. She brushed her wet lips against his ear and poured her voice into it. “You loli fucker.” It was a false accusation, but Stunk’s skin prickled with goosebumps all the same. “B-but you’re the one who likes ’em young!” “Mmm… Ahh yes, because younger men make me feel so hot.” “You dirty ghost cougar.” Stunk gave Yachiyo a slap on the backside. Her pelvis was narrow, and her behind was petite—lacking much width or thickness. What it lacked in size, though, it more than made up for with pliability. And it wasn’t just her flesh. Her skin and even her bones were soft. She was so small, he could throw her around all he wanted. Stunk forced her up and down and pounded her with long strokes, going all the way to the hilt every time. He swirled around in a circular motion and forced her tiny hole open wide. “Ahh, ooohhh—! You’re stretching me out, ahhhhhh—!! I’m so wet…! Ahh, ohhhh—!” Yachiyo nuzzled her forehead against Stunk’s chest, and her back belched fire. She loved having her tiny body treated roughly. When Stunk grinded deeply inside her, the flame on her back grew larger. “It’s like that flame is your sex drive given shape.” Stunk flipped Yachiyo around, using the point where they were connected as a fulcrum, and pushed her forward onto both hands. In this position, he could enjoy the erotic flame surging before him as much as he wanted. He was banging her doggy style, just like their first time together, but the position was slightly different. Their legs were different lengths, so if they were both on their knees, their hips wouldn’t align. Thus, Stunk was on his knees, but Yachiyo was crouching to adjust the height of her hips. It was probably putting pressure on her own knees, but she was utilizing her incredible flexibility and rocking her behind back and forth. “You’re so, so thick—mmm, ahhh—I can feel it all the way in my stomach…!” Yachiyo’s skinny, pale body trembled. The burning red flame surged and expanded. “Oh, are you gonna cum again?” “Mmm, aha— Y-yes… The appearance of my flame has changed, hasn’t it? Ahh—!” “Already? You’re so tiny, but you’re gonna cum like the filthy sex addict you claim to be. You’re such a bad girl, heh-heh.” “Wow, you’re really getting into it. Do you actually have a thing for little girls after all?” “Shut up! Cum to death!” “Hyaaaaahhhhh—!!” Doggy style really let Stunk rip into her with his thrusts. He slammed against her with all his might and collided against her rear with aplomb. Yachiyo’s petite frame took it all in without a problem. This was no longer business or service; she was acting for the sake of her own pleasure. “Ahhhhn… I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Yachiyo’s tight body launched a lethal constriction attack against Stunk. Her flame swirled intensely from her diminutive figure, which was still on all fours. “……!” Stunk could no longer speak. He had siphoned his entire soul into his crotch, and it was about to come shooting out of him. Pshoo, pshooo! Pshoo, pshoo, pshoooo! An ocean of white came thundering out of Stunk and found its home within Yachiyo. He writhed and contorted, trying to prevent his soul from flying out as well. Yachiyo fared no better. “Mmmf…ahhhnnnn…! Give it all to me… Your hot, sweet nectar…!” The pink-haired house spirit was lost in the throes of pleasure, fully intoxicated. Her delicate frame was dripping with sweat as she soaked up every last drop of Stunk’s juices. Her stomach started to bulge and expand with Stunk’s every contraction. “Oh…god, that was good…” Stunk had gotten his revenge. His mind was a blank slate as he felt his strength leave his body. He fell forward. Oh shit… His face was about to go straight into the flame. Yet though he lurched forward, he didn’t feel the flames of her back burning him. Yachiyo had changed positions in the blink of an eye and was now on her back, catching Stunk in her arms. “Good boy, good boy. You did so well.” Yachiyo wore a composed smile that belied the absolutely disheveled nature of her disposition mere moments ago. She brushed Stunk’s hair with a gentle hand that made him want to melt. He was already getting sleepy. “Having a young man make my body his plaything is the absolute best… And watching an exhausted young man sleep like a baby afterward is even better…” Yachiyo’s sweet voice was a lullaby ushering Stunk’s consciousness into the land of dreams. “We should take a bath when you wake up. And then have a meal. In commemoration of Sleeptopia’s revival, we’ll shower you with bonus service. How many days would you like to stay? I wouldn’t mind if you stayed for a full year—in real time, of course.” Oh my god. This level of comfort was nothing short of dangerous. If Stunk wasn’t careful, he’d get stuck here forever. I think I finally understand why the demon lord was so scared of this place… Stunk’s sense of vigilance was quickly washed over by sleep. Ecstasy had won. When Stunk finally awoke, the details didn’t even matter anymore.