Chapter 112 - Chapter 109: Episode 107 - Nightmare
After showering with Miel, Seon-ah changed into his pajamas.
"Seon-ah, shall we go to sleep now?"
"Okay, noona..."
Seon-ah replied obediently.
'At least if I sleep in Miel-noona's arms, I don't have that nightmare...'
Seon-ah had always hated sleeping.
He dreaded drifting off because every night, he was plagued by a nightmare where a certain woman did terrible things to him.
However, whenever he fell asleep in Miel's arms, the nightmare vanished.
That was why he loved sleeping with her so much.
He felt nothing but gratitude toward Miel, who treated him kindly and showered him with warm affection.
Perhaps it was because of her devotion, but it felt as if his nightmares were being driven away.
But the reality was different.
Knowing about his nightmares, Miel was simply using her succubus powers to delve into his subconscious and wipe his dreams blank.
Unaware of the truth, Seon-ah only knew one thing for certain: he didn't have nightmares when he slept with Miel.
Seon-ah lay on the bed, held in Miel's arms, and drifted off to sleep.
As he felt her warm, soft touch, his breathing grew shallow before settling into a steady rhythm, and the strength left the hands he had been using to hold onto her tightly.
Confirming that Seon-ah was asleep, Miel stopped patting his back.
'He's just like a baby...'
She thought this because, although his build was as large as an adult male's, his behavior was exactly like that of a young child.
Miel found Seon-ah, in his current state, to be quite cute.
His resistance, the way he whispered that he loved her, and even his current child-like actions—to her, every single aspect of him was adorable.
Even with his current demeanor, looking at his elegant, pretty face gave her a sense of innocent charm.
She even liked his pure, child-like emotional expressions and his curiosity.
She had only been thinking that for a moment when footsteps approached the bedroom door.
The sound grew louder, stopping just outside the closed door.
The door opened slightly, and someone spoke in a low voice.
It was Sophia.
"Is Seon-ah sleeping well?"
It wasn't a question meant for the sleeping boy.
Miel replied in a whisper, afraid he might wake up.
"Yes... he is."
"I need you to come out to the living room for a moment. Bianca, Miel, and I have something to discuss."
"But if I leave... Seon-ah will have nightmares..."
"I know, but it's unavoidable for his sake. It will only be for a very short while."
It contradicted what Sophia had said earlier about prioritizing Seon-ah above all else, but Sophia gestured for her to hurry, as if it were urgent.
With no other choice, Miel took one last look at Seon-ah's peaceful face and headed toward the living room.
'Seon-ah... I'll be right back...'
Miel felt a pang of worry as she left him.
Sophia looked at Bianca and Miel, then began to speak.
"Since all the women living in this house are gathered, I'll get straight to the point."
Sophia told them everything, from Seon-ah's current state to the purpose of their arrival at this house.
She had chosen to speak while he was asleep to spare him the trauma of hearing it, and because he was prone to getting hurt if left unsupervised.
"That is all. However, I have one warning."
"Bianca, Miel... you both know what happens if you lay a hand on Seon-ah, don't you?"
She didn't finish the sentence, but the two of them nodded quietly, acknowledging that Seon-ah belonged to her.
Bianca knew Seon-ah was the Demon King's consort.
The Demon King had taken over the body of Seon-ah's mother, who stood right in front of her.
And Seon-ah was her husband.
Bianca had known his status even when she encountered him as a mercenary.
Seon-ah's name was famous in the Demon World; laws had even been created specifically for the Demon King's consort.
Honestly, almost every demon knew of him.
Of course, since photography hadn't developed in the Demon World, almost no one knew what the Demon King or his consort looked like.
At first, she couldn't believe the consort's name was Seon-ah.
It was shocking that the boy she had kept in her mansion, the one she had been intimate with, was the Demon King's husband.
However, considering the high-purity magical power dwelling in his body, she realized it was entirely possible—he was the seed to create royalty.
Miel, however, felt her heart boil with rage.
She remembered that she had Seon-ah first, but for now, she had no choice but to endure it.
She suppressed her misery, keenly aware of the power gap between her and the Demon King, and haunted by the things she had done to Seon-ah.
"I trust you understand. You may disperse."
Sophia and Miel returned to the bedroom, while Bianca collapsed onto the sofa.
With trembling hands and a pounding heart, she stared at the ceiling.
She couldn't believe this was reality.
She tried to fall asleep, hoping to wake up from this nightmare.
Hot tears flowed from her eyes, soaking her ears.
'Huh? Why am I crying...'
She comforted herself, telling herself it was just because the nightmare was so painful.
For Bianca, who had lost Seon-ah and had her happy life stolen away, there was nothing left.
Seon-ah had fallen asleep feeling safe in Miel's arms, but something was wrong.
In the dream, he opened his eyes, fully aware that he was dreaming.
Before him stood a woman with black hair reaching her neck.
The woman who tormented him every night had appeared.
He was terrified of her gaze, which seemed to want to devour him.
The content of the nightmare was hard to grasp, but he knew it was agonizing.
"Seon-ah? We have to start what we do every time, right? What did I say you have to do before we start filming?"
It was what Yu-rin always made him say to maximize his shame.
"I am... Lee Seon-ah. My age is twenty... I am Yu-rin's sex slave and pussy-poker..."
As his face turned bright red and he tried to turn away, Yu-rin hugged him from behind and grabbed his chin to force him to look straight ahead.
He felt a deep sense of wrongness hearing himself say he was twenty.
He was seven. Something was definitely wrong.
"Good job. But something is lacking... Shouldn't you also say what we decided to do today?"
"Please, not that... I hate it, please..."
As he struggled to escape her arms, Yu-rin squeezed him tightly. Then, as if remembering something, she let him go.
"So this is how you're going to be? You don't need the drug? Go ahead and do as you please."
He watched himself in the dream, agonizing.
"I hate the pain... the drug... give me the drug... ah... ahhhhh...."
Seeing himself grab his head in confusion, as if he'd gone insane, terrified him.
He scrambled off the bed, ran to the door, and began to scratch at it frantically.
"Ah... I hate it, please... I want to get out... Mom... Dad... sob sob sob..."
As he showed his true pain, Yu-rin walked quietly toward him.
"Seon-ah, I'll give you the drug first. Then you'll forget everything and be happy, right? I'll give it to you after you say the lines, so bear with it and try one more time.
Our good Seon-ah can do it, right?
"
In the dream, he gave up, nodded quietly, and hung his head.
He climbed back onto the bed and began to speak.
"I am... Lee Seon-ah... My age is twenty... I am Yu-rin's sex slave and pussy-poker... Today... today... I will... sob... ah... do... an experiment... on how much semen I can extract with Yu-rin's hand in twenty-four hours..."
Watching himself, his voice fading into sobs, he felt as if his breath were being choked off.
He wanted to wake up.
She was going to torment him just like always.
He could never forget the sight of her enjoying his screams.
But the nightmare shifted faster.
Yu-rin took out the drug, forced him to swallow it, and threw him back onto the bed.
"I hate it, no! Please! This isn't it! Save me! Save me! I hate it, stop!!"
She just sneered.
"Since you react like this every day, it feels good every time I fuck you. How can you choose to do only the things I like? Our Seon-ah?"
With those words, she grabbed both his arms with one hand, ripped off his pants, and grabbed his enlarged cock, shaking it violently.
"Ahhhhhhh! It hurts! Stop!"
It was bound to hurt, shaking him when he wasn't even aroused yet.
Yu-rin did as she pleased, ignoring his screams.
After a long time, transparent fluid began to flow, and as he trembled and cried out, Yu-rin smiled broadly and shook her hand faster.
His heart pounded as he watched the scene.
'I want to get out of the dream quickly, something is strange... I hate it....'
Perhaps his desperation reached out, because the nightmare finally ended.
"Haa! Haa! Haa!... sob sob sob..."
It felt so real, even though it shouldn't have been.
It was just a dream, but it was agonizing.
"I... I'm sorry, Seon-ah..."
Miel-noona had woken him up.
Because she was kind—the opposite of that terrifying woman—he usually felt safe.
But today, even in her arms, he had suffered.
"Why...."
As Seon-ah spoke to himself, Miel answered.
"Noona... had to go to the bathroom urgently for a moment... I didn't know it would turn out like this... I'm really sorry, Seon-ah..."
Miel, having escaped the situation with a desperate lie, had no other choice.
If she had told him the truth—that the three of them were meeting without him—he would have kept asking questions.
She knew a child's curiosity had no end.
"I understand... Miel-noona... as long as you... came back..."
Seon-ah believed her, resigned.
Miel felt more and more sorry for him.
The fact that she manipulated his dreams, that she couldn't even stop the nightmares, and that she herself had played a part in shattering his mind...