Slurp…
Linlin started with slow, wet licks along the underside, dragging her tongue from base to tip before swirling it around the swollen head.
Having sucked his cock once before, she was no longer a novice; she knew what to do to make him cum… and did so with much expertise. She wrapped one hand around the thick shaft, stroking firmly while her other hand cupped his heavy balls, eagerly massaging them, and as for her lips, they were sealed around the head, sucking with wet, noisy pulls.
Slurrp… chu… slurrp…
She bobbed her head with growing enthusiasm, rigorously teasing the most sensitive region with the warm heat of her mouth, as if determined to make him climax as quickly as possible and drink his cum.
It had been an entire month since she last tasted his cum, and the truth was that she had been craving it badly.
She hadn't lost her sanity or gone into hunger pangs during that time, but only because something else had consumed her thoughts. For weeks, she had been anxious and frantic, searching for him, worried sick about his fate. At times, she had even begun to consider the possibility that he might be dead. That fear had been strong enough to suppress the craving, forcing her to endure both the hunger and the longing for the taste of his cum.
But now everything had changed.
Now she knew he was alive.
And now she finally had the chance to taste his cum again.
The desire returned in full force. She wanted it, wanted to drink it, to feel that familiar, delicious taste on her tongue once more. Driven by that hunger, she sucked eagerly, working his length with enthusiasm as saliva quickly coated his shaft. The slick moisture dripped down in shining strands, which she spread along him with her stroking hand as she continued pleasuring him.
"Mmmph…" She let out a low, muffled moan around his cock as she worked him deeper into her throat, her cheeks hollowing with each suck before letting go.
Pop!
She pulled back for a moment with a soft, wet pop, thick strands of saliva stretching between her lips and his glistening shaft as she tried to catch her breath.
"Why'd you stop, Linlin? Don't stop… keep sucking," Zechs said, pushing her head down again.
She nodded faintly. "Umm…" Then she leaned forward once more, taking him back into her mouth and resuming her eager sucking.
Zechs let out a soft groan. "That's good…"
His fingers slid through her scalp, sending a faint shiver down her body before his hand gathered her wavy pink hair into a firm grip. Using it as leverage, he began guiding her rhythm, pushing her deeper and deeper along his length.
Gluck… slurp… gluck…
Soon, he was pressing farther than before, until he managed to push himself fully into her throat. The firmness of his cock made her throat bulge visibly as her lips pressed against his hips.
Her eyes watered, and her face flushed a deep red. Her lips stretched wide around him while her throat worked helplessly, rolling around his length as she looked up at him with a breathless, slightly suffocated expression, which greatly satisfied his sadistic side.
"Fufu… Linlin… didn't you say you wanted to stomp on me? But look at you now… just look at the expression on your face…" he said with a mocking chuckle, licking his lips.
Who would have imagined seeing Charlotte Linlin, Big Mom herself, wearing such a pitiful, breathless expression?
Yet at this moment, she was making exactly that face for him. The sight sent a surge of satisfaction through Zechs, feeding his ego and making him want to dominate her even more.
Fortunately for her, this was happening within a dream, so her body didn't experience the usual gag reflex. That allowed him to continue pushing deeper, holding her there even as she appeared breathless, slowly moving her head back and forth while he thrust toward the bottom of her throat.
Gluck… gluck… gluck…
His cock throbbed inside her mouth, the veins along its length pulsing beneath her tongue as she continued to move against him. Her tongue slid along the shaft, teasing and coating him in thick, warm saliva that spread with every motion, sending waves of pleasure through his body, "Guhh…" causing his hold to loosen.
Linlin pulled back with another wet pop, strings of saliva briefly stretching between her lips and his slick shaft. She breathed heavily, chest rising and falling as she glared up at him.
"Haaah… haaah… bastard…" she muttered between ragged breaths.
Seeing the husky look on his face, her irritation quickly faded. She gazed up at him with slightly glazed eyes and asked softly, "Do you like it, Zechs?"
"I certainly do… My dear Linlin really knows how to suck her future husband's cock," he replied in a low, breathy voice.
His words made her flush with embarrassment. She gave a small snort in response before leaning down again, dragging her tongue slowly along his length once more.
Slrrr… chu… slurrp…
She also began to stroke him faster, her hand gliding smoothly over the generous amount of saliva coating him. More drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and dripping onto her massive breasts that were only half covered with clothes.
Zechs' breathing grew heavier, hips twitching occasionally as she continued the sloppy, devoted service.
After several more minutes of wet sucking and stroking, Linlin finally pulled back, lips swollen and shiny. Thick ropes of saliva stretched from her mouth to his cock, which now glistened completely, every inch thoroughly coated and dripping.
"It's… all wet now…" she murmured, her voice slightly hoarse as her massive chest rose and fell with steady breaths. The act itself was beginning to stir her own arousal.
"In that case… let's get started with paizuri," Zechs said.
"Hmm…" Linlin hummed in response. She withdrew her slick hands and began unfastening the buttons of her shirt, letting the fabric fall open as her huge breasts spilled free.
"Ah… on second thought, there's something else we could do about the clothes to make things more erotic," he said suddenly.
Without waiting for her response, he flicked his fingers.
A soft glow immediately enveloped Linlin's body.
"Hey… what's happening?" Linlin asked, confused by the sudden light surrounding her.
"Just relax. It's nothing serious," he said with a light chuckle. "I'm only changing your clothes to something more suitable and erotic for the task you're about to perform."
He waited as the glow slowly faded.
When Linlin reappeared, she was still squatting in front of him. The only difference was her outfit. Instead of her previous clothes, she now wore a set of white cosplay lingerie. The bra featured a kitten-shaped keyhole cutout that revealed the deep curve of her cleavage, while the panties followed the same cat-themed design. White thigh-high stockings stretched over her thick thighs, and her feet arched slightly in the white high heels she wore.
Zechs looked at her with a lustful smile. "Perfect…"
Linlin glanced down at herself, clearly confused. "What's with these… clothes?" she asked. For some reason she couldn't quite explain, the outfit made her feel oddly embarrassed.
I mean, they looked like something a whore might wear… Linlin certainly felt like a whore in them…
"They're just to make things easier for you," he replied casually.
Reaching down, he tilted her chin up so she looked at him. "Anyway… don't get distracted. Let's start. I can't wait anymore."
Linlin pouted slightly at the slutty clothes he made her wear, but eventually relented. "…Fine."
She guided his erect cock, glistening with a mix of her saliva and his precum, into the space within her bra, carefully adjusting the thick shaft so it settled snugly in the warm valley between her massive breasts.
"Like this?" she murmured as the swollen head peeked through the kitten-shaped keyhole cutout.
"That's right," Zechs said with a nod. "Now use your hand to apply some pressure. Squeeze while you rock your tits."
Following his instructions, she pressed her soft, heavy breasts together around his length and began to move.
"L-Like this?" she asked, sliding her breasts up and down his shaft in a slow, steady rhythm.
Shlip… Shlip…
"There's still not enough slickness," he said with a lazy breath. "Add more saliva."
"Umm…" She gathered more saliva in her mouth and let it spill onto his cock in thick, glistening strands, making the already slick length even wetter.
"Yes… That's it. Now, keep pleasuring me," Zechs said with a satisfied nod, gently patting her head.
"Fuhhh… okay…" she murmured with a sigh and began rocking her breasts again, sliding them along his shaft as the added slickness made the movement smoother and more fluid.
The generous amount of saliva clung to her skin and soaked into the white fabric of her bra, gradually darkening it. The damp material turned slightly translucent, revealing the outline of her large pink areolas and the stiff peaks of her nipples beneath the soaked fabric.
Shlip…
Shlip…
Shlip…
Wet, rhythmic sounds filled the air, intensifying the already heated atmosphere.
Her breasts slid up and down along his cock, the motion slow and deliberate. Through the damp, semi-transparent fabric of her bra, the outline of her nipples and wide pink areolas was clearly visible, adding to the erotic sight before him. The stimulation made Zechs' cock twitch hard between her breasts as fresh beads of precum gathered at the tip.
'This situation… it's really… really hot…' Linlin thought, her face and ears flushed as the musky scent of his arousal filled her nose, stirring her hunger even further. 'I want to… taste all of it…'
And she did.
Each time her breasts slid downward, the head of his cock slipped free through the keyhole cutout of her bra. Whenever it appeared, she couldn't resist stretching out her tongue to give it a quick, eager lick before continuing the motion.
Chu… lick… Shlip… Shlip…
As the rhythm continued, she gradually grew bolder. Instead of merely licking the tip whenever it appeared, she began drawing the sensitive, pink head into her mouth, sealing her lips around it, vacuuming it, while her breasts continued sliding up and down his length. The rest of his shaft remained trapped between the soft, warm pressure of her massive tits as they moved around him.
The sensation was overwhelming.
The plush, marshmallow-like squeeze of her enormous breasts—breasts that had nursed eighty-five children in the canon—now moved around his cock with deliberate intent, trying to milk his cock. Combined with the wet heat of her mouth around the exposed head, the stimulation quickly pushed Zechs toward the edge.
His breathing grew rough and uneven, his hips twitching as pleasure tightened deep in his gut.
"Fuck… Linlin…" he groaned, his voice low and husky as the sensation climbed toward its peak.
Struggling to hold himself steady, he looked down at her and gave the order between ragged breaths. "Hold still for a moment… Since I'm about to cum, so… I am going to be moving now…"
"Mmmnn…" Linlin moaned softly around the head of his cock. Obediently, she held her breasts in place while keeping her lips wrapped around the tip as he began to thrust his hips.
Pa!
Pa!
Shlip!!
She held herself as steadily as she could while he gripped her head for leverage and thrust harder and faster, driving himself between her breasts until he finally reached his limit.
"I'm… cumming…"
Sploosh… spurt… splurt!
"Mmmm…" Linlin moaned as thick, heavy spurts of cum burst into her mouth while she kept the tip sealed between her lips.
The sheer volume quickly filled her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she struggled to swallow the familiar, addictive taste and soothe the hunger that had built inside her. But there was simply too much. Warm fluid spilled from the corners of her lips, trailing down onto her breasts in messy white streaks.
Gulp… gulp…
She swallowed as much as she could, while the rest dripped over her chest and soaked into the already damp bra. When the final spurts finally slowed, Linlin pulled away from his cock with a soft, wet pop.
She breathed heavily, chest rising and falling. "Haaah… haah… it tastes exactly as I remembered… no… it tastes even better than the last time I drank it…"
Thin strands of fluid and saliva stretched between her swollen lips and his cock as she spoke.
"Yeah? Then why let any of it go to waste? Make sure you clean it all up," Zechs said, more of an order than a suggestion.
"Umm…" Without hesitation, Linlin scooped up the thick seed that had spilled onto her breasts with her fingers and brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean with clear enjoyment.
"Mmm…" she hummed softly, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. To her, Zechs' cum truly was the most delicious thing in the world.
The sight of her eagerly licking every drop from her own breasts made Zechs' spent cock twitch, beginning to harden again almost immediately.
Linlin noticed at once. A small, pleased smile tugged at her lips. "Let's continue…" she said.
"Yeah…" he nodded in a husky voice as she pressed her cum-smeared breasts together once more, preparing herself for the next round.
…
While Linlin was pleasuring Zechs in the dream world and savoring the taste of his cum, in the real world—aboard Linlin's pirate ship, inside a certain cabin—
Streusen, who wasn't wearing any pants, collapsed onto the floor.
"Damn… haaah… haaah…" he panted heavily, staring at the bowl that now contained the white substance he had just produced.
Since Linlin had once said that she liked Zechs' cum more than anything Streusen had ever cooked, he had decided to use his own "butter" to prepare something delicious for her, convinced she would appreciate it.
"Haaah… but without knowing how it tastes, I don't even know how to use it in a dish… or what the final flavor would be like…" he muttered.
As a cook, tasting the ingredients was standard practice. Without knowing their flavor, it was impossible to create a proper dish.
That meant he would have to taste the white substance he had just produced.
But…
"Ugh… do I really have to…?" he hesitated. After all, what kind of man would willingly taste his own… ingredient?
But as a chef, he had to know.
His pride as a man and his pride as a cook clashed fiercely as he stared at the bowl in front of him.
After who knew how long, Streusen finally moved. With a reluctant and disgusted expression, he slowly stretched out his trembling hand and scooped a small amount onto his finger.
Then, his face turning almost as green as a pepper, he brought it toward his lips. "F-for Linlin… it's for Linlin…" he muttered, forcing the finger into his mouth.
The moment the taste hit his tongue, bitterness flooded his senses. His face turned even greener, and he immediately felt the urge to vomit.
And he did.
He couldn't hold it in at all and ended up retching violently.
"How could she… ugh… prefer this taste over my cooking…?" he groaned between bouts of vomiting.
He couldn't understand it. The taste wasn't sweet at all. Linlin had always loved sweets, yet she seemed to enjoy something salty and bitter like this far more.
'Could it be that that bastard's… tastes different?' he wondered.
But then he shook his head.
'No… that's impossible. Body fluids should all taste the same… right?'
Yet he couldn't deny that Linlin had genuinely enjoyed Zechs' taste. The expression she had worn at the time was still etched into his memory even now. It had clearly shown that she liked it more than anything else in the world.
He thought about it again and again but couldn't reach any conclusion. Eventually, he gave up trying to understand. Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he muttered, "It doesn't matter… if she likes it, then so be it."
Even if he personally found it disgusting, Linlin liked it. That alone was enough reason for him to use it in something he cooked for her.
"Maybe it could work in a sauce… something sweet and salty…" he murmured.
With that thought, he slowly calmed down and looked back at the bowl.
"But… it's… it's not enough," he said under his breath, noticing the small amount inside. It clearly wasn't enough to prepare anything meaningful.
"But… haaah… haaah… if I'm going to make something for Linlin with this… I'll need more of it…"
With that, he slowly stood up again on slightly trembling legs, preparing himself to produce more.
Even though his body wasn't really capable of it, after all, he was just an ordinary man with a weak physique and no special bloodline or Devil Fruit to support him, he still desperately wanted to cook something for Linlin using his own "butter" to win her affection.
So, despite his wobbly legs and trembling body, he forced himself to continue. Gripping his chick again, he began moving his hand vigorously, hoping he could produce more.
Meanwhile, Rob had secretly witnessed the entire scene through the gaps in the wooden panels. Slowly backing away with a dazed expression, he muttered, "I think… I… I need some eye bleach…"
For the first time in his life, he regretted having eyes and almost wished he had been born blind.
He had heard Streusen's words as well and had a vague idea of what the cook was planning to do. But at that moment, he couldn't bring himself to think about it any further.
Right now, he just needed something, anything, to cleanse his mind.
Streusen had no idea that someone else, especially another man that is not from their crew but Zechs', had witnessed his actions. Completely unaware, he remained engrossed in his task, continuing to stroke himself in hopes of producing more of the white substance.
All the while, he kept chanting in his mind like a mantra: 'For Linlin… for Linlin… for Linlin… for Linlin…'
Unbeknownst to Streusen, while he was chanting Linlin's name like a mantra in the real world, inside her dreamscape, Linlin was chanting someone else's name with a similarly flushed face and a completely horny expression.
"Zechs… Zechs… Zechs… Zechs…"
…
In the Dreamscape
Linlin was seated on Zechs' lap, her back pressed firmly against his chest, rolling her hips forward and backward in slow, desperate motions. Sliding her slick pussy lips along the entire length of his large, hard cock, coating him in her juices as she pleaded with watery eyes. "Haah… Zechs… I can't take it anymore…"
"Fufu… you really want it, Linlin? My cock?" he chuckled, pinching both her nipples and tugging them roughly while his tongue traced her earlobe and collarbone, leaving teasing bites along the sensitive skin.
His tail wasn't idle either. It had reshaped itself into something like a thin vacuum hose with a small opening at the tip and coiled around their bodies until it reached her swollen, red clit. The moment it latched on, it began sucking like a vacuum, sending insane waves of pleasure through her entire body.
"Ahhhnn… it's too much…"
The relentless suction on her most sensitive spot pushed her over the edge almost instantly.
"Cu-cummingggg~~!!!"
Her body seized up as the orgasm tore through her, making her gush uncontrollably as fluid burst from both her urethra and her pussy at the same time.
Squirt… squirt… splash…
Hot liquid splattered across their hips and thighs, leaving both of them drenched in the slick, messy aftermath.
"Haaah… haah…" she panted, trembling from the intensity of it. Sweat glistened across her body, dripping from her hair and sliding down her skin before falling onto the smooth white marble floor.
Yet even after the powerful orgasm crashed through her, the burning heat inside Linlin didn't fade.
If anything, it only grew stronger, 'More… I need more…'
She needed to be filled. She needed the solid weight of his thick, rock-hard cock buried deep inside her pussy before the craving would finally settle.
She had been starving for an entire month. Only her worry and anxiety about his fate had kept that hunger under control. Now that those fears were gone, the raw craving for him had returned in full force, and only he could satisfy it.
But the bastard kept teasing her.
He stimulated her clit, toyed with her nipples, bit and nipped on the sensitive parts of her skin, and ordered her to grind her pussy along his length. Yet whenever it came to the moment she wanted most, when she expected him to finally push inside her, he refused to actually thrust his cock into her.
Under normal circumstances, Linlin would have simply grabbed his shaft and shoved it inside herself, regardless of what he wanted.
But he had tied her hands behind her back.
The restraints left her completely helpless. She tried to pull free from the handcuffs binding her wrists, straining against them in frustration, but they refused to budge. For some reason, the cuffs held firm.
They looked ridiculously flimsy, like they could snap with a single tug. And yet, no matter how hard she struggled, they didn't move at all, making her feel frustrated.
All she could do was hump her hips desperately, sliding her soaked pussy lips up and down his length, trying to angle herself and reach for the farthest end so the head would catch and slip inside on its own.
But every time she got close, he shifted just enough to deny her.
"Dammit, Zechs… Just… haaahnn… just fuck me already… please… don't torture me like this…" she begged, voice trembling with frustration and need.
"Well… since you're begging so obediently… fine… I'll relent… I'll fuck you, my dear Linlin," he chuckled, releasing her earlobe and nipples.
He then gripped his cock, aligned the thick head with her dripping entrance, and pushed in with one smooth thrust.
Shove!
"Oohhnn…" Linlin moaned loudly the moment she felt him slide into her tight heat. It only took a second before the overwhelming fullness pushed her straight into another climax.
"I… Cu-cummingggg…"
Squirt… squirt… splash…
Fresh juices spilled out around his cock as her inner walls clenched and spasmed violently. Even though this was only a dreamscape, every sensation felt startlingly real, as if she were truly having sex in the waking world.
'Fuck… why does it feel so damn good…?' she wondered, panting as she tried to draw deeper breaths.
Zechs didn't give her a moment to recover.
He slid his arms beneath her knees and lifted her legs high into the air, spreading them wide and leaving her completely exposed, helpless, and embarrassed in the vulnerable position.
"H-hey… t-this… this position…!" she stammered, her face burning red…
The embarrassment was even stronger than usual because, for some strange reason, she wasn't experiencing it only from her own perspective, being held in that shameful position. At the same time, she seemed able to perceive it from a third-person view as well.
Because of that, she knew exactly what she looked like in that moment.
The awareness made her entire body tremble with shame.
But was Zechs going to give her any say in the matter?
Obviously not!!!
"Sshh… don't complain," he murmured, leaning close to whisper in her ear. His deep, commanding voice sent a shiver through her entire body. "Just enjoy the pleasure. Moan… and don't think about anything else."
His words made her tremble with a strange thrill. "J-just focus on the… ahhhnn… pleasure and m-moan?"
"That's right," he replied with a small grin.
"I—!"Before she could finish, he drove his hips forward again and began thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes.
Plap!
"Ahahhnn… ahhnn… hnngg… ahn… Zechsss…" she cried out, her voice breaking as she moaned his name.
"Fufu…" he chuckled. "That's it… just moan like that… and lose yourself in the pleasure. This is the pleasure I'm giving you… your future husband."
"P-pleasure that my… future husband is giving me…?" she repeated, her body shuddering uncontrollably at his words.
"Isn't that right?" he said with a nod. "As my future wife, not only do you deserve it, it's something you have to accept… because it's your responsibility."
As he finished speaking, he thrust again, driving forward with another powerful motion.
Plap! Plap!
"Cu—cuummingg…!!!!" she cried out instantly, her voice breaking as another orgasm ripped through her almost immediately.
"Fufu… twice already? Even though… I have only just begun…" he laughed, continuing to slam his hips upward in particularly brutal thrusts that hammered straight into her cervix.
Plap!
Plap!
Plap!
Linlin's waist felt weak, her entire body jolting with every heavy impact as moans spilled uncontrollably from her lips. "Hann… ggnnn… ohhh… Zecchhss… ahhnn…"
He pounded her hard in the seated nelson hold for a long while, making her orgasm several times in quick succession. Each powerful thrust drove her closer to madness until he finally released his grip on her thick thighs, letting her legs drop down.
She barely managed to balance herself on the white high heels, her feet arching sharply as Zechs pushed her forward, grabbed her waist with both hands, and began slamming into her from behind in a deep reverse cowgirl position.
Plap! Plap!
Every time he pulled her up and slammed her back down onto his cock, her massive asscheeks rippled and mushed erotically, changing shape under the force of his hips. Her absurdly huge tits bounced wildly up and down, jiggling heavily with each brutal thrust.
"This is it… this is what I needed… fuck me, Zechs… Fuck me…!!!" she moaned loudly, her eyes threatening to roll back as her entire body shivered violently from every thrust, driving her insane with pleasure and making her cum again and again.
Squirt… squirt… splash…
Time continued to pass, and lost in the overwhelming waves of ecstasy, Linlin no longer knew how many times she had climaxed or how long they had been going at it.
Within the dreamscape, time held no real meaning. A person could live an entire lifetime there while only a single moment passed in reality. That was how dreams worked… wasn't it?
But Zechs didn't care about any of that.
All he cared about was having her.
And so he continued relentlessly, changing positions whenever he grew bored with one, never slowing as he kept driving himself into her again and again without mercy.
From reverse cowgirl he moved her into standing bent-over doggy, then fire hydrant doggy with one of her thick legs lifted high, then wheelbarrow doggy with both her trembling hands on the floor and both legs raised, after that came the prison guard doggy with her feet planted but her arms held roughly behind her back, and finally bulldog doggy style while he yanked her pink hair like a leash and fucked her like there was no tomorrow.
"How do you like this, Linlin…? Does it feel good? Do you like it?" he asked, laughing wildly as he drove his hips forward.
Plap! Plap!
"Ahhhnn… it's too— it's too much… but… ohhhnn… ahhnn…" she cried out. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, saliva dripping freely, while her eyes rolled back and her expression twisted with overwhelming pleasure as fluids continued to gush from her trembling folds.
She couldn't deny it.
At that moment, she truly felt like a bitch in heat being taken by her dominant master. The thought should have been humiliating, something completely unacceptable to her pride.
And yet… she couldn't deny how much she was enjoying it.
'It just… haaah… haah… it just feels so good that… I—' Her thoughts dissolved before she could finish them, swallowed again by the rising tide of pleasure.
"Fufu…" Zechs chuckled darkly. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back as if pulling on a leash, then delivered another sharp slap to her naked, jiggling ass.
Cha!
The sharp impact made her sweaty body tremble in excitement as yet another orgasm crashed through her. She whimpered in a hoarse, broken voice, "Ahhnnn… cu-cumming… I'm cumming again, Zechssss…!!!"
And she came hard, her pussy spasming violently around his cock.
Squelch… squelch…
The intense squeezing made his own orgasm build rapidly. He took the last few brutal thrusts, feeling himself reach the edge.
Pla! Pla! Pla!
"I'm about to cum too Linlin… get ready… get your slutty pussy ready for my cum…" he growled, yanking her head back and slapping her thick, meaty ass once more.
She nodded frantically in a needy whimper, "Yesshhh… give it to me… give it to me Zechhhss… fill me up with your hot cum… "
"Then here I go… take it all…" he groaned huskily and buried himself to the hilt inside her.
Plap!
And released it all—
Slosshh… slosh… splurt… Spurt!
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep into her womb in powerful spurts. The moment she felt the scorching liquid filling her up, Linlin's entire body arched violently.
"Haann… I-I can feel it Zechs… it's filling me up… so much… so thick… and it's so hot… ahhhnnn…. It's making me cum again… ahnn… ahhnn… cu-cu-cumminggg…!!!"
She squirted violently once more, her juices gushing out in messy arcs that splashed loudly onto the pure white marble floor, forming a large puddle beneath them.
Gush… gushhh… splash…
The orgasm was so intense that her consciousness began to fade. Her body lost all strength, and she collapsed forward into the puddle of her own juices, getting completely drenched as her mind started slipping away.
"Haah… haaah… Looks like… this is it… this is the limit for now…" Zechs murmured, panting, looking at the rapidly disappearing dreamscape along with her fading consciousness.
Hurriedly, he leaned down close to her ear and whispered softly, "I'll see you again the next time you fall asleep… so… don't worry too much, okay… I am alive and safe… just take care of yourself for the time being…"
"G-got it…" she murmured, her breath trembling as the world around them began to dissolve.
The surroundings slowly faded, colors melting into one another like watercolours bleeding across a canvas. Shapes blurred and blended together until the entire space was swallowed by a strange emptiness.
In the end, nothing remained but darkness… or perhaps light.
It was difficult to tell which… but what was certain was that whatever had happened within that dreamscape… it was over…
…
Back on the isolated island, Zechs, who had been soaking in the lake for the past few hours, appearing asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Dream Walk… sigh…It's really exhausting," he murmured with a sigh, rubbing his forehead.
The ability itself wasn't particularly draining. The real strain came from the distance involved. The farther away his target was, the more energy it took to invade their dream, remain inside it, and manipulate it to his desire.
Conversely, the closer the target, the less energy the ability consumes.
"But at least I managed to let Linlin know that I'm alive and that she doesn't need to worry… so the exhaustion was worth it," he said, nodding to himself.
He understood quite well that dreams weren't a reliable method of communication. A lot of information could easily be lost or distorted. Still, it was better than nothing under the current circumstances.
Besides… he had just had sex with Linlin again, so that was definitely something to be happy about.
And since he had sex with Linlin, naturally, the first thing he did afterward was check the System.
"Miss System, show me the rewards for doing it with Linlin again," he said.
Fucking Linlin gets him good rewards, and he wondered if he could get something good again.
'Maybe another Summoning Card? Who would it be this time? Maybe Smoothie?' he thought, waiting for Miss System's response.
But, Miss System broke his delusions, [There are no rewards, host.]
"What?" Zechs frowned in confusion. "What do you mean, there are no rewards? Didn't I just fuck the living daylights out of Linlin? Why wouldn't there be a reward?"
[Because everything that occurred happened within a dream. Dream events do not count, host,] Miss System replied calmly.
"What? That's… such a…" He trailed off before letting out a helpless sigh, pouting in frustration. "Do I at least get any Attribute Points or Bloodline Points?!"
[Nothing,] Miss System responded.
He felt unhappy—very unhappy.
But no matter how dissatisfied he was, there was nothing he could do about it. "Forget it… for now. It seems I'll have to earn my rewards from Pudding-chan instead," he murmured.
He stretched slightly, letting the lingering exhaustion fade from his body before stepping out of the bath to check on other matters.
…
At the same time, inside the cabin of Linlin's pirate ship, faint wet sounds echoed through the room.
Drip… drip… drip…
Puff… sploosh… sploosh…
Then, suddenly—
"HUhh—!!!"
Linlin jolted awake, "Haaah… haaah… w-what… what was that?"
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