Ch.127IF Side Story – A Midsummer Night’s Dream

This is a special “If” side story!

It’s a “what if” scenario completely unrelated to the main story.

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Sometimes, people have all sorts of thoughts before falling asleep.

Riru Garda’s bedtime that day could be considered a prime example of this phenomenon.

“…Hey.”

[What is it, Riru?]

Riru silently glared at her spirit form floating on the ceiling.

Judging by her quivering lips, it was clearly something she was hesitant to say out loud.

[From your condition, I’m guessing it’s about Darwood?]

“…”

[Seeing how embarrassed you are, were you having some kind of erotic fantasy?]

It’s always like this when talking with her spirit form.

It knows her too well.

In both good and bad ways.

That’s why she can somehow bring herself to say these things.

After all, the other side already knows what she’s thinking anyway.

“…You know, before. When I was with him.”

Riru’s mind was replaying the scene from a few days ago.

Those beautiful memories with him—

[Ah, when Darwood was controlled by me and pushed you onto the bed?]

“…”

She always has to say it like that.

As she glared at her spirit form, it snickered and continued.

[Why? Do you regret uppercutting him away?]

“…I don’t regret it.”

She would probably have done the same thing if she could go back, that’s for sure.

However.

“What if, at that time.”

Riru took a deep breath and said.

“If I hadn’t uppercutted him away, what would…”

[You’re wondering what would have happened?]

“…”

Riru silently twisted her expression.

With a sulky gesture, she turned away sharply to ignore the spirit form.

Unfortunately, thanks to the other’s ability to move freely in the air, it instantly returned right in front of her face.

[Are you curious about that?]

“…No.”

Riru said that and turned her head away again.

[Then why did you trail off earlier?]

“Shut up. I’m going to sleep.”

[…]

Looking at Riru closing her eyes, the spirit form gave a lewd smile.

[Of course.]

Of course, Riru didn’t notice this because her eyes were closed.

[Sleep well, Riru.]

And because of that.

Riru missed the moment when the spirit form placed its hand on her head with those words.

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It’s a dream.

That feeling is unmistakably clear.

Otherwise, there’s no way the sensation from that time could be “recreated” so perfectly.

“Riru.”

“…”

“I’m going to undress you, Riru.”

“…”

Riru looked up at the other person with dazed eyes.

Ah, it’s Darwood.

The man she likes.

“…”

With a consciousness as hazy as if she were sinking in deep water, she barely recognized this fact.

“Riru?”

“…”

“What’s wrong?”

She stares blankly at the man saying those words.

‘…This is a dream, right?’

Considering the state this man was in back then, there’s no way he could be speaking this naturally.

Right now, this is almost like…

The “real” Darwood is embracing her.

‘…If it’s a dream.’

It might be okay.

So.

Without even knowing what she was saying.

“…Yeah.”

Such an answer flowed from her lips.

“…I’ll be gentle.”

Then.

Darwood’s hand slipped inside her collar.

“…”

This is that thing.

What they call foreplay.

‘…Honestly, I don’t really get it.’

She’s had some sex education, so she knows what this action is about.

But she doesn’t quite understand its significance.

Does someone else touching my body really make me feel that good?

Riru had been quite firmly holding such doubts.

“Ah, hah, nngh, s-stop—”

So.

That means she had been thinking that way until 30 minutes ago.

“W-why, why are you so good at this— eek!”

She couldn’t even finish her sentence spoken in an indignant voice before letting out a high-pitched moan.

For humans who stand on the battlefield, especially those who take on the vanguard position with the greatest risk, the body is their greatest asset.

Therefore, for those who make this their profession, controlling one’s own body is as natural as breathing, just another part of the job.

So, in other words.

The current Riru was completely like an amateur.

“Ah…ah…uh…ngh….”

Although her face was buried deep in the pillow she was clutching with both hands, her inarticulate moans were still flowing out muffled but abundantly.

The pleasure embedded in her rapid breathing had a tone she had never produced in her entire life.

While heavy breathing from intense exercise had been a lifelong companion, it was natural that she had never fallen into this state through someone else’s intervention rather than her own control.

The linen of the pillow she was gnawing on with her teeth tore, and a chunk rolled into her mouth.

A vague thought that she was ruining a perfectly good item floated through her mind, but that was overshadowed by the sensation of Darwood slowly withdrawing his fingers that had been thoroughly probing her insides, a feeling that made her brain boil.

The added sensation of her own fluids, which had dripped down her thighs, being smeared stickily on his fingers was just a bonus.

“Ah….ahh….”

Saliva slightly dripped from between her tightly closed lips.

She had never shown such a foolish appearance in her life, but the pain from trying to suppress her moans for dozens of minutes was already taking precedence over any embarrassment about that fact. The area around her eyes was also quite moist, suggesting tears might soon stream down as well.

If there were a mirror in front of her, she would surely have been mortified enough to want to die.

To entrust her body to a man, making animal-like moaning sounds that were hardly human, as if being mated.

“…”

It’s because it’s a dream.

It must be because it’s a dream.

She thought so, but the sensation reaching her body now was frighteningly realistic.

And over her, writhing in pleasure.

Something caught her eye.

“…”

For a moment, her brain seemed to stop.

It was an object with that much presence.

“…Is this your first time seeing one?”

Darwood said with a bitter smile, but.

Her gaze was fixed on the erect phallus.

“…Yeah.”

As Riru unconsciously fixed her gaze and nodded.

“You seem relaxed enough now, so I’m going to put it in.”

Darwood let out a small laugh and pressed his lower body close to her.

“W-wait. I’m not mentally prepared yet—”

“Riru.”

“Y-yes?”

“I love you.”

“…!”

And, simultaneously with that.

“Ah- haak-!”

Riru’s waist bounced violently.

Darwood also trembled as if his entire body was shuddering.

He must have felt the moist inner walls twitching beyond the skin.

Heat radiates from the genitals and surges throughout the body, clearly felt even in her already highly elevated body temperature.

With each thrust from Darwood, Riru’s vaginal walls writhed and gently wrapped around his member. It was a signal that she felt like she was dying.

When he pushed his hips up again in a piston motion, a fragile moan of “heeek” escaped from her tightly closed lips.

This is.

The warrior of the Tribal Union.

A person who always tried to appear stern, rigid, and fierce, whether to herself or others.

Such a person.

Now lying under Darwood, her whole body trembling, her face a mess of saliva and tears, gritting her teeth trying to suppress her moans.

“Ngh, that…”

Seemingly unable to hold back her voice any longer, Riru reached out and grabbed the pillow.

Then she placed the pillow over her face and hugged it tightly with both arms.

At that sight, Darwood almost burst all the air in his lungs at once.

“Riru, show me your face.”

“No…”

“I want to see it.”

When he said that, Riru hesitantly loosened her arms around the pillow.

Darwood slightly lowered the pillow to reveal just her eyes.

Meeting her downcast eyes and heat-melted gaze, Darwood felt his already peaked urge to ejaculate intensify even more.

“I, I don’t think I can hold back anymore—”

He continued, panting.

“Show me, your face. I want to see it, when I release.”

Saying that, he gently lifted the pillow. This time, she didn’t resist either.

Turbid air was expelled from below his throat, and boiling liquid rose up through his urethra.

Riru’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and her arms also embraced the back of his neck as if pulling him in.

It was like her entire body was welcoming Darwood.

As his upper body leaned over her, and Riru pressed her lips to his, semen gushed out with tremendous force from the tip of Darwood’s glans that was touching her cervix.

“Ah, uh..ngh….”

Even with their tongues entangled stickily, Riru continued to emit shallow moans in a thin voice.

She could feel her uterus jolting each time his member touched her cervix and ejaculated with a splash.

This man loves her.

He desires her.

Such thoughts flashed through her increasingly hazy consciousness.

That thought is directly fed back, and the satisfaction, happiness, bond, and the ecstasy that is a mixture of all these rushes through her entire body.

Her uterus, which had already descended as far as it could, once again gently wraps around his glans. As if throwing a tantrum, as if saying it’s still not enough, urging more ejaculation.

“Da, rwood… Darwood…”

Calling him with a thoroughly exhausted voice, she continues to kiss him. Frantically exchanging saliva, entangling tongues, sucking, licking. Her entire body is sensitive as if every part is an erogenous zone.

When he slightly stroked her waist, an electric-like tingling sensation flowed through her nerves.

“…Did it feel good, Riru?”

“Yes, y-yes, it felt good, so good–“

She says in a thoroughly languid voice, as if honey were dripping.

“More, give me more, pour a little more in me-“

She begged like that, watching Darwood’s member being pulled out of her vagina.

She wants to bury her face and smell it.

She wants to taste it by frantically licking it with her tongue. She wants him to be pleased by her servicing it. It would feel gratifying if it twitched with pleasure when she caressed it with care.

She wants him to spray his semen. He can treat her like an object, thrust it into her throat, and pour in his semen as he pleases.

Even spraying it on her face feels good, like being marked as his possession.

Anything is fine, give me that, please, please…

She begged with a yearning voice, but.

“…I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

Such an answer came back with a bitter smile.

“Why, whyyy- I, I’m feeling so, good, I’m waiting like this- hurryy-“

“Riru.”

Darwood said, stroking her head.

“It’s morning now.”

The dream.

Ended there.

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“…”

It’s morning.

The sound of birds chirping can be heard too.

But why does my body feel so sticky?

It’s like I had some kind of… what was it.

A dream that was extremely… pleasant and uncomfortable and strange.

Thinking that, Riru tried to get up from her bed.

That is, she would have if not for the squelching sound that came from her lower body.

“…”

Riru looked down at the bed with a stiff expression.

She had an ominous feeling.

“…What.”

Then.

After slightly lifting the blanket, her entire face turned bright red.

It’s wet.

Everything. Even the sheets.

The source of the “liquid” that had made everything wet was painfully obvious.

Then.

“W-what is this-?!”

A scream that seemed to shatter the dawn erupted loudly inside her room.

[…]

And, watching that scene.

The Blue Demon attached to the ceiling was giggling.

[Did it feel good, Riru? I mean, you were curious last night.]

“…”

[How was the ‘your ideal type’ Darwood that I created for you? You seemed to enjoy it.]

“Y-you—”

[Let’s see. Clearly, just from the fact that you said ‘More, give me more, pour a little more in me’—]

“Shut uuuuup!”

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