Chapter 147: Status Screen - Yume’s First Time (R-18)
[A/N: The change in his age reflects what it would have been if he hadn’t asked Luna to make him 18 years old.
This change is connected to Mother Dream!]
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[Akasha Originat
Age: 20 Years Old
Rank: Cosmic Union (Tier 21) (BP +51) (Total Power Output = Tier 72)1
Race: Lesser Unus (Bloodline: Infinite Dream Unus (Divine))
Affinity: Ineffable
Divinity: 914,250,000
Star: The God Star of Lucid Winters (Divine)
Kingship Authority: Lucid Winters
Emperorship Authority: Lucid Winter Expanse
Aura(s) - Scythe (Tier 7/21) Sword (Tier 7/21)
Battle Arts: Eternal Reaping of Dreams (God)
Innate Powers: Lord of Dreams (Divine), Dreamy Protection (Divine), Absolute Dream Anchor (Divine), Blink (Monarch), Dream Truth Vision (Monarch), Flaw Creator (Monarch)
Divine Cosmic Eyes: Eyes of Infinite Unus (Tier 7/42) (Monarch)
Divine Cosmic Physique: Eternal Lucid Dreamer’s Physique (Divine)
Divine Cosmic Powers: Zero Point (Lesser (Tier 1/7))
Weapon: Scythe (God) Mastery - 100/100
Gacha: 7,498 Rolls
Members: Melvin Blackwood (Cosmic Union Tier 22)
Inventory: Personal Dimension Orb, Divine Void Ring, Primordial Comprehension Crystals, Dreamer’s Compass, Random Celestial Decree, Eternal Soul Armor, Endless Skill Repository, Legion Slaughter Array]
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As Akasha brought up his status screen, Luna and Yume took control—well, more accurately, Luna leading and Yume following with eager curiosity.
Snap!
Luna snapped her fingers once.
In the span of a heartbeat, a wide bed of pure, deep-purple Lust Affinity bloomed into existence beneath them, soft and faintly glowing, the surface yielding like warm silk.
The residual light of Akasha’s evolution still clung to his newly revealed skin as the two women, still on their knees in the open air, pressed their hands against his chest and guided him backward onto the bed.
He lay back without protest, lost in thought about his status.
’Originat, huh?’
Seeing his real last name didn’t stir any emotions, but he had to admit—it sounded pretty cool.
Now that his race was unlocked, he instinctively understood which ones he needed.
Well, more like he could choose any thirty-five races he wanted, but the final one would only be revealed after the first batch was collected.
"Ugh..."
His thought was cut short in a rough grunt as he felt Luna’s touch.
Her pink-and-purple hair spilled over one shoulder as she leaned in first.
One hand wrapped firmly around the base of his already hard length while the other rested lightly on his thigh.
She stroked him slowly, deliberately, spreading the bead of precum that had gathered at the tip until the entire shaft gleamed under the soft purple light of the bed.
The wet heat of her palm and the steady pressure of her fingers dragged him fully back into the present, status screen momentarily forgotten as a low breath left his chest.
"Watch carefully," she murmured to Yume, voice low and thick with open hunger.
"He likes it when you start slow... then take him deeper once he’s throbbing."
Yume’s blue-streaked hair drifted as she leaned closer, purple-blue eyes fixed on the way Luna’s tongue finally flicked out to taste the head.
Then she watched as Luna began to move in earnest.
Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...
Her head bobbed in a steady, practiced rhythm, pink-and-purple hair falling forward to brush against his lower stomach with every downward slide.
Wet, lewd sounds filled the quiet air above the frozen world as she took him deep again and again, occasionally pulling off just long enough to drag her tongue along the underside before swallowing him once more.
Akasha’s hand settled lightly in her hair, the new calm inside him making every wet stroke feel sharper.
"Fuck, Luna..." he murmured, voice low and edged with amusement, "I thought... you were only teaching?"
His purple-and-white eyes shifted to Yume, who hovered close, watching every movement with open, focused attentiveness.
"Look at her, Yume. She’s not even pretending..."
Yume’s cheeks were already flushed, and she could tell that Luna wasn’t acting much like a teacher in this moment but rather indulging herself.
Her blue-streaked hair drifted as she leaned in slightly, eyes never leaving the way Luna’s lips stretched around him or the way saliva continued to gather and drip down the shaft.
She absorbed every detail—the angle of Luna’s head, the way her throat relaxed on the deeper strokes, the soft vibrations when Luna hummed in satisfaction.
Luna pulled off with a wet pop, a thin strand of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to the tip. She turned her head slightly toward Yume, one hand still stroking him in slow, glistening pumps.
"Your turn," she said, voice husky. "Don’t be shy... he’s been wanting this for a long time now~."
Yume hesitated only a second, blue-streaked hair drifting as a faint, almost cool smile touched her lips.
She glanced at Luna from the corner of her eye.
"Right.... Mistress," she murmured, voice quieter than Luna’s but carrying that new, sharper edge she had grown into.
"You could have taught me a bit better, no?"
Her first lick was softer, almost experimental, the tip of her tongue tracing a slow circle around the head as if testing the taste and weight of him.
The quiet, involuntary grunt that left Akasha’s throat encouraged her at once.
The cooler composure she usually wore cracked just enough to show the quiet eagerness beneath as she parted her lips and began to take him in.
At first, it was clumsy.
Yume’s movements lacked Luna’s practiced smoothness.
She took him too shallow, then too deep too quickly, her teeth grazing lightly before she corrected herself with a small, frustrated sound. Saliva gathered unevenly.
Her rhythm faltered as she tried to match the angle she had watched Luna use only moments earlier.
Akasha’s hand settled gently at the back of her head, not pushing, only guiding.
"Don’t be so rough," he murmured, voice low and steady despite the heat building in his abdomen.
"Take your time..." He said as Luna chimed in as well.
"Little Yume... use your tongue as you come up to lick the underside."
Hearing this, Yume adjusted at once, the quiet instruction settling into her movements.
The next downward slide was smoother. She hollowed her cheeks and let her tongue press firmly along the underside exactly as she had described, drawing another deeper sound from his chest.
Luna watched with open, heated approval.
She reached out with one hand and gathered Yume’s blue-streaked purple hair, pulling it back and holding it neatly out of the way so the younger woman had a clear, unobstructed path.
With her free hand, Luna slipped beneath the folds of her own robes, fingers already moving in slow, deliberate circles between her thighs as she continued to watch, eyes dark with lust and quiet satisfaction.
"Ahhh~"