Self-Generation

Dream.

A lewd Dream.

A lucid Dream.

Frog.

Is that you again?

Americano closed her eyes and grabbed the frog that was near her head.

She lifted it high while holding it.

‘Oh, why.’

“Don’t.”

‘You like it too.’

“Like it my ass.”

She meant it.

This Cappuccino frog uses its ability to make her have a lucid Dream that feels like reality.

The Dream in a world created based on Americano’s memories gives a sense of realism.

It makes you feel that illusion.

But it’s just a Dream.

In the end, a Dream is just a Dream.

“When I wake up from having a lewd Dream. It just makes me feel weird. What the hell are you doing?”

‘Ribbit.’

It’s good until I start Dreaming.

But it doesn’t have to be a lewd Dream.

Dreams were always sweet.

It’s just that the Dreams Cappuccino shows are so realistic that they maintain the feeling she felt in the Dream even after she wakes up.

Since it’s a Dream, her sexual desire isn’t satisfied, and the desire she thought she had released loses its way.

“I’ve never felt this way in reality.”

Sexual frustration.

Americano rested her face on her right arm holding Cappuccino, and her left hand dug into her crotch.

She rarely felt sexual desire in reality.

It wasn’t like she was impotent or not interested in women.

But strangely, she had never felt so full of sexual desire that she felt like she was going crazy.

‘I heard that men get sick if they don’t do it for a long time.’

But she had never felt the sensation of getting sick, and her sexual desire wasn’t very strong, so she had only done it herself a few times.

She wouldn’t dare ask other men because it would make her feel bad,

But when she feels this strangely surging sexual frustration, she even suspects that she was abnormal when she was a man.

She confided her worries to Cappuccino.

But what’s the point of confiding in her?

‘She’s also me.’

Its true form is a [Dream Frog], but its self-awareness is shared with Americano’s.

But Cappuccino mutters meaningfully, “Hmm.”

“What’s wrong?”

‘After hearing that, I remembered something I don’t understand.’

“What is it?”

‘No, think about it. Dreams are created based on memories and experiences.’

“Right?”

‘But why was I able to do it until the end of sex?’

“….”

There’s one possibility.

“Does the Dream Frog have experience crossing other people’s Dreams?”

‘I don’t think so?’

“Isn’t there a possibility?”

‘I don’t know the principle of the ability, but I know this much.’

Cappuccino, held in Americano’s hand, hit her hand with her hand.

As if telling her to loosen up a bit.

She loosened her hand.

‘It’s always been like this. My experiences as a frog have never been reflected in my Dreams.’

“Never?”

‘Never.’

“Not even once?”

‘Not even once. There’s a saying that frogs can’t remember their tadpole days.’

Is that what you say in this situation?

‘Then what is it?’

Is there a possibility that it came out unconsciously as I gained self-awareness?

‘But can’t we think about it the other way around?’

“The other way around?”

I think I know what she’s going to say.

“You know it’s not true.”

‘Did you do it when you blacked out?’

Say something that makes sense.

She remembers herself neatly dressed the day after she got drunk and blacked out.

Where in that memory does the suspicion that she had sex come from?

Rather, it’s a memory that deserves praise for coming home safely, washing well, tidying up well, and sleeping well even though she was drunk and didn’t remember.

It was like that every time she drank until she blacked out.

She even asked Christina, who was her drinking partner every time she got drunk, and received an answer that her guess was correct.

With a witness, there was no need to doubt her memories and beliefs.

‘Actually, did you do it but pretended nothing happened?’

“Do you think that makes sense?”

‘But doing it in a Dream means it was reflected from experience or memory.’

“Hmm…”

Still, it was interesting.

It means she experienced it without knowing it.

When?

While sleeping?

With whom?

Women flash through her mind.

Among them, the ones she was close to were two women from the same orphanage.

Of course, they were like siblings who had been together since they were young.

No way.

But the other women were almost all just acquaintances or people she knew through work.

Apart from her childhood friend, she didn’t have any female friends.

Could it be them?

Momentarily.

She imagined doing it with Christina.

The lewd imagination soon became disgusting.

‘I feel bad.’

Who the hell am I having these delusions about?

Christina.

Ugh.

It’s not like she feels nauseous, but she feels dirty for thinking like this.

‘Why should I be interested in this?’

Her head is mixed with sexual desire.

It’s definitely not a good feeling.

This strange feeling of losing herself, of losing her reason, resembles [Berserk].

Still, she can control [Berserk] if she follows the logic of that emotion, but what she’s feeling now is sexual desire.

I feel bad.

Dirty.

Disgusting.

Americano, who had lived without any connection to sexual things.

She was immune to fantasies mixed with sexual desire.

I want to relieve it.

At this rate, I’ll become an idiot…!

If she were a man, it would be easy to release.

Her left hand digs into her crotch.

There’s nothing there.

‘Do women masturbate?’

They probably do.

Women are people too.

‘But how do they do it?’

Relief of sexual desire.

She can’t leave the room with this mentality.

Right now, all the naked bodies of women she’s seen since becoming a woman are floating around in her head.

If she goes out, she’ll be fascinated by women’s breasts and butts.

She was sure of it.

Americano was a woman, but the contents were a man. She was interested in women. What’s wrong with a woman looking at a woman’s body? …Wake up.

Then she feels a gaze.

‘Ribbit. Looks good.’

“It’s because of you.”

It was because Cappuccino made her have a lewd Dream.

The things she released in the Dream were actually accumulated in her body without being resolved.

Sexual frustration put her hands between her legs and tried to find pleasure.

Meager pleasure.

I feel good.

She curled up and cherished it.

“….”

How long has it been?

She feels a little self-conscious.

‘What am I doing now?’

Americano raised her upper body.

She threw the frog in her hand nearby. The [Dream Frog], which was a black-letter monster, was fine with just being thrown.

“….”

Breathing.

It sounded loud.

From where?

It was hers.

Americano focused all her nerves on her fingertips with her confused mind.

It wasn’t there.

Her hand and her crotch.

They were in close contact.

Blushing, she covered her vagina with her palm.

Just covering it smoothly with her hand fills her head with a thrilling sense of satisfaction.

It wasn’t there.

It wasn’t there.

Amazing.

That fact came to her as a subtle thrill.

She curled her fingers while covering it with her hand.

It goes in deeply.

“Hmm…”

The vagina touched over her panties.

She feels satisfaction from the shape.

This deeply recessed place is there.

The place she pierced with her penis in the Dream. She stroked that place with her fingers. She caressed it. Something accumulated in her heart and created pleasure.

Her heart is rough.

Her breath gets bigger.

But the feeling that feels good in terms of sensation was different.

When she covered it with her palm and stroked the top of her vagina with her fingers, there was a place that was stimulated with a tingling sensation every time she touched it.

Is this what they call the clitoris?

She pressed her middle finger on the bumpy thing.

While turning it.

She covered it with her entire palm and pressed it with her palm, kneading it.

Her left hand.

Her right hand.

Her right hand touched her body.

From her thighs to her buttocks.

From her buttocks to her pelvis.

From her pelvis to her waist.

Along her very slender waist to her chest.

After pressing her soft chest.

She wrapped her arms around it

Her hand went up her chest and reached her collarbone, then went over to between her neck and shoulder.

Americano’s body.

She matched the body she had seen in the mirror with the body she felt with her fingertips, and once again reminded herself that this beautiful body was completely hers.

“Hmm…”

Deep and rich satisfaction.

A feeling like she has the whole world.

She hugged her body with her arms, her right arm wrapped around her upper body and her left hand wrapped around her lower body.

The more she put strength into pressing her body against her body, the more the feeling of floating in the sky grew.

“Hoo…”

Before she knew it, she was lying back on the bed.

Something wet was on her left hand.

“Haa…”

Rough breath.

A lewd feeling.

She could quickly realize that what she had just done was masturbation.

There’s no self-consciousness.

She just felt it.

Her sexual desire was relieved a little.

She can’t help but do this.

‘It’s better to solve it myself than to cause trouble outside.’

She put her hand in her panties and touched her vagina directly, touching her middle finger to her vagina.

Her face flushes.

Here.

It’s there.

Feeling the hole that seemed like it would fit right in without the obstruction of her panties, she pressed her middle finger into the hole. The end of it slightly entered her vagina and was caught.

“Gasp..?!”

Her breath caught in her throat.

Something inside her burst.

Americano breathed shallowly and gaspingly with a face focused on something.

Her eyes, head, and body were all still, but only her hands were moving busily.

In the middle.

Twitch.

Wince.

She twitched her body, and with a blank face, she sweated and looked only at the ceiling.

“Haa… Haa…”

She satisfied her desire.

She sprawled out on the bed in a large shape.

So women have a sense of emptiness too.

After doing it, she has a question.

“Is this okay in a game?”

They put too many sexual elements into a game that even kids play.

She could understand [Gido]’s answer that he blocked the ability to change genders.

If you get too used to a woman’s body in a game, it will be difficult later.

Especially if children whose sexual identity is less developed change their gender and play the game, the consequences are obvious.

“It’s good that it’s realistic, but it seems like they made it too realistic. Why?”

‘You know why.’

Flinch.

Oh, right.

She was here.

Cappuccino jumped up and came to her head.

“Did you see?”

‘I saw it. I won’t tease you.’

“…Thanks.”

Anyway.

‘The population is devastated. What was the world population now? 1 billion?’

“Maybe?”

‘Was Korea about 9 million? Most of the dead were men, so if you blame men for being sexually open, it’s a bit much, isn’t it?’

“Is that so?”

Expert opinion.

Now that they have regained the opportunity to restore peace and revive, it is time for a baby boom.

Population is directly linked to national power. Americano concluded that the government would not be able to openly criticize public morals.

Moreover, the world was in chaos due to the appearance of Dungeons, and there was a time when all kinds of crimes, including rape, were rampant, and the rigid perception of sexual things had been greatly broken down.

There are fewer men,

There are more women.

She remembered hearing somewhere that Western countries that experienced World War II became sexually open after that period.

Even though Full Dive has 19+ elements and an environment where you can access 19+ content if you want to, the fact that it is tacitly tolerated is probably due to that background.

That’s what she could think.

It wasn’t accurate.

Contrary to the above reasoning, they may be leaving it alone to release sexual desire in the game from reality.

But in this case, it’s questionable whether it will be properly resolved.

In the end, she only inferred based on the given information, and there was no 100 percent certain basis for any of them.

One thing is certain: sexual acts are free in Full Dive.

“Hmm…”

Her left hand is holding her crotch.

Kneading it.

Kneading it.

It wasn’t there.

Amazing.

‘Touching it with a lewd feeling makes the touch feel so different..!’

Kneading it.

Wet.

Americano, who had been playing with her vagina for a while.

She realized an important fact.

“Ah… the blanket.”

When she spread her legs, the blanket was wet.

If it was water, she would have just ignored it, but this water stain was her bodily fluid.

It’s like pee.

When that thought reached her, it looked dirty.

“Dirty.”

She woke up from her sexual desire.

A sense of emptiness.

Her head is throbbing.

I have to wash the blanket.

Annoying.

Americano immediately got up, put the blanket in the washing machine, and threw the only panties she was wearing into the laundry basket.

The power of magic activated the washing machine and stretched her body greatly.

“Ugh~.”

Still, she felt good.

It feels like the pent-up frustration has subsided.

‘I have to eat and clear the 30th floor.’

“Haa~ahm.”

Yawn.

She washed.

She came out.

She put on clothes.

She went out.

She ran into Tang So-hye.