While enjoying dinner, Il-Seong remembered something and asked Na-Rae.
"Oh yeah, I just finished trying Tae-Won's game again… you know what? Garbage!"
"Oh really?" Na-Rae looked completely unsurprised, then continued.
"I think the concept is utterly absurd for a modern VR game. Everyone wants to escape reality and role-play as someone else in a game world. But his game? just frustrates anyone who plays it."
Il-Seong nodded at Na-Rae's words. Tae-Won was their mutual friend who'd always been a bit troubled. He'd always dreamed of becoming a Demon King to torment heroines—an absurd desire driven purely by personal obsession. Yet don't be mistaken, after graduating, using connections and wit, he grew his small game company and was crowned the youngest game developer.
Lately, though, Tae-Won's games felt entirely different. Their worlds and lore were meticulously detailed, but the characters were downright irritating. Yet if you thought about it, they felt alive—their body language and thought processes resembled real humans.
My thoughts were interrupted by Na-Rae,
"Oh, I just remembered—my mom called this morning. She said Na-Rin's looking for a place to stay. Since her college is near mine, Mom asked me to take her in. Do you mind?"
Il-Seong thought briefly before answering:
"No problem. I already see her like a little sister. Think of it as adding more life to the house, haha."
"Alright, I'll tell Mom and Na-Rin later. Now, finish your meal!"
After dinner, Il-Seong sprawled on his bed. Full from the delicious meal, his eyes grew heavy with sleepiness—until a knock sounded at his door. He instantly remembered Na-Rae's promise about her new lingerie.
"Il-Seong! I'm coming in~"
Without hesitation, Na-Rae opened his door, revealing an unusual sight. She stepped inside wearing nothing but a sexy black bikini. The bra had a cat-head-shaped cutout exposing her cleavage.
Na-Rae's body was tantalizing, her large breasts strained against the bikini, fighting not to spill out. She smiled shyly, then turned around, showing off a long black cat tail. It took Il-Seong seconds to realize—it was a buttplug!
"I… I think today… I'm ready…"
Blushing, Na-Rae murmured. Il-Seong pretended not to understand.
"Hmm? Ready for what~?"
Her face reddened like a strawberry as she turned away, whispering: "...Anal."
A lewd grin spread across Il-Seong's face. He'd waited so long for this, but Na-Rae had always refused, calling it unclean and embarrassing. Now that she had taken the initiative, he wouldn't waste this rare chance.
He started with a deep kiss. Their locked eyes burned with passion, occasionally nipping each other's lips playfully. Na-Rae broke the kiss, then slid her tongue into Il-Seong's mouth. Soon, their tongues tangled in a sensual duel.
As they kissed, Il-Seong's hands explored Na-Rae's curves. They settled on her plump, springy buttocks, gripping and kneading them like dough. Na-Rae's moans sometimes escaped between kisses: "Ahhhnn~~ more… squeeze harder… my body is yours… ahhhnnn~"
Unable to wait, Il-Seong lifted Na-Rae, carried her to the bed, and tossed her onto it. She lay there submissively, her coy smile inviting him to unleash his desire.
Il-Seong quickly stripped, revealing his toned physique. But the main attraction was below his abdomen—an erect, 15-inch penis, ready for battle.
He climbed atop Na-Rae. Seeing the cat-shaped cutout on her bra, he instinctively rubbed his cock against her cleavage. Understanding, Na-Rae sat up, took the hard, hot shaft into her mouth briefly, coated it with saliva, then slid it between her breasts. The thick rod thrust through the cleavage, meeting her lips.
With a seductive look, Na-Rae pressed her breasts together, giving him a tit job while sucking the tip.
"Ahhh… so good… your warm mouth… and those soft breasts… I'll never get tired of this…" Il-Seong groaned, praising her skillful technique.
Feeling close to climax, he gripped Na-Rae's hair and thrust deeper into her mouth before ejaculating down her throat. Na-Rae swallowed every drop. When Il-Seong pulled out, his cock glistened with spit and cum.
"Come on, baby… I… can't wait anymore~~"
After saying this, Na-Rae flipped over, arching her back to present her ass. Swaying her hips, she grabbed the cat tail and signaled Il-Seong to pull it out.
Eagerly, he gripped the tail and slowly pulled.
PLOP
The buttplug slipped free, leaving her asshole gaping. Il-Seong positioned his slick cock against it and thrust hard inside.
"Ahhhhh~ Slow down… baby… it hurts… a little…"
Na-Rae's pain soon melted into pleasure, reminding her of losing her virginity to him. Il-Seong moved gently, one hand squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple.
He pumped faster. "Ahhh~~ More~ baby~ My stomach… feels hot inside Ahhh~~ Ah..Ah...Ah... I'm… cumming…" Na-Rae orgasmed, convulsing as fluid gushed from her pussy.
Not want to be outdone, Il-Seong sped up before releasing his hot cum deep inside her ass.
"Phew… This time felt different…. Baby~ Round two?" Il-Seong asked, still inside her. Na-Rae, breathless, smiled and teased,
"I'm ready for as many rounds as you want~~ But do you even have the stamina?~"
Hearing this, Il-Seong flashed a devilish smile before launching his next assault.
"Kyaaa~~"
That night, they indulged in each other's bodies until dawn. Exhausted, they fell into deep sleep.
***
In a throne room, a figure sat staring into the empty hall. Her crimson eyes gazed into the distance; her shimmering white hair was the only light in the darkness. She was Decimilia, the Succubus Queen. In her hand floated a small, pitch-black cube radiating a chilling aura. Occasionally, the cube glitched—unstable.
She closed her crimson eyes for a moment, sighing deeply. After a pause, her eyes snapped open. With a stomp, the entire room trembled.
"The time has come! My loyal followers! The Weaver is ready to guide us all! To bring victory to hands that have long grasped only emptiness!"
The once-empty throne room now overflowed with semi-transparent white spirits—souls long fallen. They knelt, paying homage to their queen.
One spirit, a muscular woman with an eyepatch and a large executioner's axe, smirked arrogantly.
"Your Majesty, is this Weaver handsome and brave? Haha! I can't wait to duel him!"
"Hey Arka! Watch your mouth! We're in Her Majesty's presence! Bury that vulgar talk—or I'll rip your mouth apart!" snapped another spirit. Though a semi-transparent white soul, her face was exquisitely beautiful. Her nun-like attire clashed with her sharp, cruel words.
"Umm… Arka unnie... Mira noona... p-please don't fight…?" A timid little girl in a doll-like dress tried to defuse the situation.
"Heh~ My sweet Julie, since you asked so nicely, this kind-hearted unnie Arka won't behead that hussy of a nun," Arka replied sarcastically, reassuring Julie.
Clap… clap…. Clap…
Applause came from a male spirit in a mask shaped like a smiling emoji, drawing attention.
"My, my… It's been centuries, yet you two still bicker." He bowed gently, tipping his captain's hat.
"My apologies for their disturbance, Your Majesty. They're still relatively young. Oh, have I mentioned? After centuries apart, I, Gaius, Ruler of the Seas, remain awestruck—your beauty remains peerless. Flawless! Unchanged!"
"Oi oi oi, samchon! Don't flirt with Her Majesty! I'll tell Imo! You'll get scolded later for sure, haha!" A boy in a monkey mask interjected.
"Enough!" the Queen's voice thundered, silencing everyone. They knelt again. Satisfied, she nodded.
"Starting tomorrow, I will bring the Weaver to this world. None of you may interfere with my dealings with him without my permission. Remember, the Weaver's status equals to mine. Treat him as you treat me. Mark my words! I will not tolerate any objections for this decision. Understood?"
In unison, they answered-
"Yes, Your Majesty!. We obey your command!."
Yet each held their own thoughts about this decree.
***
Shortly after the meeting ended, the Queen returned to the world where Il-Seong was. Seeing Il-Seong still fast asleep and naked, she understood what had happened the night before. Smirking slyly, she then cast a "Nightmare" spell that made Il-Seong furrow his brow in his sleep. Instantly, he woke up and shouted:
"Get lost you gorilla!!! – huh? A dream?"
pffft
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That's hilarious, Hahaha…"
Il-Seong immediately turned towards Decimilia and grumbled.
"Oi, that dream just now was your doing, right? If you're going to prank me, could you pick a better time and genre next time? What if I get traumatized?"
Still trying to hold her aching stomach from laughter, Decimilia managed to speak:
"Haha… So? How did it feel being chased by a lustful gorilla? Hahaha"
"Arrgh! You crazy wench! Don't you ever dare to prank me like that again!"
Then, Decimilia, whose laughter was finally subsiding, flew closer to Il-Seong and hugged him from behind. Her supple breasts pressed against his back. Her slender, soft arms held Il-Seong tightly. Decimilia's fingers playfully teased Il-Seong's chest.
"You know… what woman wouldn't be jealous seeing her man sleeping with another woman? I played that prank out of jealousy too…"
Feeling awkward, Il-Seong replied,
"But you know, right? Na-Rae is my first love. Besides, I'm not yet officially… your husband."
Decimilia paused for a moment. "Yes, I know that…"
They remained silent in the same position for a while, until finally Na-Rae arrived to wake Il-Seong up for breakfast.