Chapter 44 - Not Even In Dreams~ (R18)
[A/N: Things will now happen in third person’s POV as this takes place in Evren’s unconscious]
Ysvéra appeared inside Evren’s dream and looked around.
Her current form was that of a pure vampire–pale skin and crimson eyes.
The world around her was bizarre.
She first walked down a street lined with junk-food stalls.
Enormous movie theaters towered in the distance.
Characters had escaped from comics and lived freely.
A man’s limbs stretched unnaturally long as he shouted about becoming the Pirate King.
Another spat webs from his wrists.
One wore a mask and casually destroyed timelines.
In an open courtyard a game competition raged, while several figures repeated the same motions every six or seven seconds, trapped in endless loops.
Ysvéra glanced down at her chest.
’Did they get bigger?’ she thought.
Was it an unconscious desire born from how much Evren liked sucking them?
At the center of this chaotic dreamscape stood a massive mansion that stretched toward infinity.
The closer she walked, the quieter everything became, until the noise of the streets faded completely.
A colossal stone statue stood in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by smaller ones.
The largest was labeled simply: BIG E.
’Who is that?’ Ysvéra wondered.
"Tsk! women..." Evren’s voice suddenly echoed.
In the next instant Ysvéra found herself standing directly in front of him.
She flinched.
He looked the same, yet different–eyes sharper, posture more arrogant, a lazy, predatory smile on his lips.
"You wore quite a lewd costume," he said.
"Are you here to seduce my great self?"
"Husband, your speech changed? Is it because I am inside your unconscious? I will make sure you don’t remember anything, but I didn’t–"
A full-length mirror appeared in front of her.
She was no longer in her usual clothes.
Instead she wore a Christmas-themed bunny-girl outfit and black stockings that clung to her long legs.
Instead of bunny ears, a black bat-wing headband.
"Uhhh?!"
Ysvéra glared at him.
"Don’t look at me like that, wife," Evren said smoothly.
"I wanted a present to celebrate my first wedding and you kindly presented yourself."
"Your unconscious is really different from your normal self, husband."
"It is still me." His smile widened.
"But first... let me eat my present."
"Kyaaaa~!"
Ysvéra yelped as Evren pinned her against the red wall that had materialized behind her.
One knee slid between her thighs, forcing them apart.
His hands gripped her ass hard, fingers sinking into the soft cold flesh.
"Did your chest grow bigger?" he asked, voice low.
"What? Do you want to touch—Hnnng!"
He kissed her before she could finish.
At the same time both hands squeezed her ass, pulling her closer to the monster straining in his pants.
"You are such a bad bat," Evren whispered against her mouth.
"And you know... I won’t just touch them. I’m going to do much more than just touching."
’Why is he so proactive?’ Ysvéra thought as her heart bear quickned.
Evren spun her around so her chest pressed against the wall.
His hands slid up, grabbed both breasts through the thin fabric, and gave them a rough, possessive squeeze.
"Angh~ Do you want them that much?" Ysvéra tried to sound seductive even as her voice trembled.
She turned her head and kissed him over her shoulder, deliberately rubbing her ass against the thick cock that had already awakened.
"Such a bad bat you are~"
SPANK!
The sharp sound echoed and Ysvéra’s body jerked.
"Anngh!"
A small red sting bloomed across her one cheek, which was somehow visible even through her stockings.
Before she could complain, a thin slit opened right above her pussy–exactly where the costume had covered her.
The fabric parted on its own, exposing her completely.
"T-This bastard...!"
She knew it was his doing.
This was his mind.
She could have fought for control, but doing so would risk waking the conscious Evren.
So she chose not to.
"Hahahaha! You provoked the wrong existence, wife!" Evren declared as his pants vanished.
In one smooth motion he lined up and thrust.
Phat!
His cock sank all the way to the base, the head kissing her womb in a single stroke.
"This sensation is lovely... as expected of a cold pussy!" he groaned, already moving hard and fast.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Because this was the unconscious, every thought left his mouth without filter.
"T-This thug-like bastard... haa~ Comparing me to a lowly human... Nggh~!" Ysvéra moaned, feeling her stomach bulge slightly with every deep thrust.
She knew why he was saying cold pussy, after all when they were having sex, she had dead his inner voice.
Even though this was a spiritual body, the sensation was terrifyingly real–especially of her pussy gripping him greedily.
"Haa... I need to look at your cute face when you make those sounds..."
The room expanded.
A sturdy table appeared in front of them, and at the far end a large mirror rose from the floor.
"Y-You?!"
Ysvéra could only stare as Evren forced her to bend over the table.
He pounded her from behind while she was made to watch her own reflection.
Her eyes were already moist.
An unconscious, almost blissful smile had formed on her lips.
The ridiculous costume, the flushed cheeks, the way her breasts swayed with every impact–it was all right there.
’Am I making such a face?!’
Evren reached forward, roughly yanked the top of the costume down, and let her full breasts spill free.
His hands immediately claimed them, pinching and rolling the stiff nipples while he kept slamming into her.
Clap! Clap! Squish!
He looked straight into her eyes through the mirror.
"Haa... Do you know how hard it is for me to hold back when you show expressions like that? The visual stimulation is too much, love... not to mention the feelings coming from our marriage bond..."
He slammed in especially deep.
Phat!
"Take all my love, Ysvéra!"
"Ahhh~ Evren!"
Evren came.
In the dream and in reality at the same time.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
Thick, hot pulses flooded Ysvéra’s cold pussy in both worlds.
Both versions of her trembled hard, her inner walls clamping down as if trying to milk every drop.
"Ha! This is what I was missing... this feeling of invincibility!" Evren laughed, still buried to the hilt.
"My love, this is only the start. Don’t you worry, just like you asked–I will pour lots of my love into you!"
His cock never softened.
He pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in with a wet, heavy sound.
Plap!
"Oh... And you have been a really bad bat~"
Ysvéra’s eyes trembled.
She had the distinct, terrifying feeling that she had unknowingly awakened a monster.