Dreamwalker: Reign of the Heavenly Sovereign!-Chapter 43 (r18)

Aiko's powers were absolutely busted. There was no other way to put it.

Oliver had seen magic before—stage tricks, sleight of hand, maybe a few questionable videos online. But Aiko? She was in another league entirely. She didn't just manipulate objects; she twisted space like it was fabric in her hands. One minute they were floating above in the Tokyo night sky, the next she snapped her fingers—or maybe it was just a thought—and the world folded into a soft velvet pocket dimension that she oh-so-casually called her magician's hat.

And what a hat it was.

It wasn't cramped like he imagined. No, it was plush. Cozy. Intimate in that unsettling, whimsical way that only Aiko could pull off. The air smelled faintly of cotton candy and perfume. The walls were draped with deep blue curtains and patterned silk, shelves stacked with magician's props—rings, wands, decks of cards that shuffled themselves—and enough mirrors to make him feel like he was being watched from every angle.

Then there were the stuffed animals. Dozens of them. Some cute, some unsettlingly lifelike, all perfectly arranged like spectators frozen mid-clap, facing the room's centerpiece: a large bed.

That bed.

The mattress was a storm of blankets and frills, the kind that threatened to swallow you whole if you got too comfortable. But what caught Oliver's attention were the strips of unopened condoms tossed about it like party streamers—flimsy, metallic wrappers gleaming beneath the room's soft lighting. Oh, and there was the hypnosis—

Kaori was straddling his lap, still in her school uniform—skirt brushing his thighs, blazer undone, tie hanging loose—and her lips pressed to his in a kiss that was equal parts stiff and desperate. She trembled slightly, unsure if this was punishment or penance, and yet she didn't pull away.

Her eyes were filled with something like love as the card stuck to her forehead pulsed. The Lovers tarot card—that was its name—and Kaori wasn't the only one wearing it. Yuriko, Kaori's mother, stood nearby with the same card fixed to her brow.

"What do you think?" Aiko asked, her hands wrapped around his neck as she leaned close to whisper in his ear, watching his reaction. "I'm the best, aren't I~?"

Oliver didn't answer Aiko right away. He couldn't.

Kaori's lips were warm and trembling against his. Her body was taut with hesitation, yet she clung to him like she was afraid to let go. The card on her forehead pulsed again, and with it came another wave of that intoxicating affection—a fake emotion, maybe, but it still landed like a real punch to the chest. Manufactured or not, she meant it in the moment.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to catch her gaze. Her breath hitched, lips parted, and for a second, she looked like she might cry.

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He wasn't sure if that made it better or worse.

Aiko purred behind him. "Mmm, you didn't say no~."

Her voice was all syrup and mischief, hands tracing slow circles around his collarbone as if she were winding him up. He glanced over his shoulder. She wasn't wearing the whimsical outfit she'd conjured earlier—now she wore a black lace bra and matching panties, along with thigh-high stockings. Her bare shoulders gleamed under the soft, unnatural lighting. Her shoulder-length hair was now let down and slightly tousled, her expression the perfect picture of delighted chaos.

Aiko's eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched Oliver struggle with the situation at hand—Kaori in his lap, Yuriko watching on with that same lovesick expression plastered across her face.

"Oh~," Aiko cooed softly in his ear, "you're not going to just sit there and let them suffer are you~?" Her fingers traced the line of his jaw gently. "They're so eager to please you."

Oliver didn't respond immediately. Aiko could see him wrestling internally; A part of him was trying not to give in.

"Come on," she whispered playfully. "You know you want to." She leaned back slightly and gave him a sultry smile. "I promise, it'll be fun."

She could feel his resolve crumbling, like sand slipping through an hourglass.

"Besides," she added with a wink, "it's not every day you get a chance like this~."

Her hand drifted down from his jawline to the collar of his shirt—then lower still until her fingers brushed against Kaori's thigh where it rested on Oliver's lap.

Kaori gasped softly but didn't pull away; instead she leaned into him further as if seeking more contact.

Aiko chuckled softly at their reaction before leaning in close again so only Oliver could hear: "You're making them wait... that can't be very nice for them."

She felt him tense beneath her touch—then slowly relax again when he realized there was no point fighting it anymore.

"Fine," he whispered back. "But only because you're making them do this."

Aiko grinned wickedly at his surrender before turning back towards Kaori.

"Well then," Aiko said aloud now for everyone present to hear." Let us begin~."

She snapped her fingers once—and suddenly Yuriko was kneeling beside them too.

Kaori's eyes widened slightly at her mother's sudden proximity—but then those same eyes fluttered closed as Yuriko reached up tentatively towards Oliver too.

Aiko watched all this unfold from over his shoulder—the three women vying for attention while he sat frozen between them.

"Don't you want to show them who's in control~?" She whispered teasingly against Oliver's ear.

Aiko's eyes widened slightly as she felt a sudden surge of power radiating from Oliver.

"Well now," she purred softly in his ear as she leaned back to give him room. "Looks like you've finally gotten a little bit excited~."

Oliver didn't respond immediately; instead he reached out with both hands, one firmly grasping Kaori's chin and the other Yuriko's wrist.

"Stand up," he commanded softly but firmly.

Kaori and Yuriko both obeyed without hesitation—Kaori climbing off his lap while Yuriko rose gracefully to stand beside them—and watched Oliver with eager anticipation.

A slow smile spread across Oliver's face as he stood up and began to unbutton his shirt slowly.

"You want me?" he asked them both softly.

They nodded eagerly.

He took another step closer until he was standing between them—close enough for their bodies to almost touch—but he didn't let that happen quite yet.

"I'm not going to be gentle," he warned them softly. "I'm going to take what I want."

Aiko watched this transformation with fascination—her eyes gleaming with excitement as she took a step back to give them space.

Oliver reached out and grabbed Kaori by the waist, pulling her roughly against him. She gasped but didn't resist—her body melting into his as if made of liquid gold.

"Yes~," Aiko whispered encouragingly in the back of her mind. "Show them who's boss."

He kissed Kaori hard—his tongue invading her mouth aggressively—and at the same time sent another wave of yang energy coursing through their bodies.

This time there was no mistaking the effect—both Kaori and Yuriko moaned softly against him, their bodies trembling with sudden desire.

Oliver pulled back slightly and looked into Kaori's eyes—now dark pools of lust—and then did something Aiko hadn't expected: he turned his attention towards Yuriko next.

He grabbed her roughly by both wrists this time before pushing her backwards onto the bed. She gasped in surprise but didn't resist—her body bouncing slightly on the mattress as she landed.

Oliver climbed onto the bed himself now—and straddled Yuriko while keeping one hand firmly around both wrists above her head.

"Now," he said softly but firmly, looking down into Yuriko's eyes with a hunger Aiko had never seen in him before. "Let's continue where we left off~."

Aiko watched, entranced, as Oliver began to move—his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that quickly built into something more primal. Yuriko gasped beneath him, her back arching as he hit just the right spot with each thrust.

"Oh god," she moaned softly—her hands clawing at the sheets beneath them in an attempt to anchor herself against his onslaught.

Oliver didn't let up; instead, he leaned forward slightly so his body pressed against hers completely—and then reached one hand down between them to find her clit.

Aiko's eyes widened as she watched Oliver take control—his body moving with a confidence she hadn't seen before. She could feel the power radiating off him in waves—his yang energy filling the room and making her own body ache with desire.

"Fuck," Aiko whispered under her breath as she watched him finger Yuriko while still pounding into her mercilessly.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you~?" She taunted softly in the back of her mind.

Oliver didn't respond—not verbally at least—but Aiko saw his lips curl into a smirk as he continued his assault on Yuriko.

Kaori whimpered softly beside them, her hand reaching down to rub at herself through her skirt as she watched them fuck.

A sudden surge of jealousy caught Aiko off guard—she wanted that attention too—but also knew better than to interrupt Oliver's fun.

Instead, she reached down herself—and began rubbing through her panties, her eyes locked onto where their bodies joined together.

"Come for me," Oliver growled suddenly against Yuriko's ear—and just like that she did—her body convulsing beneath him as she cried out in ecstasy.

But he didn't stop—not even close. Instead, he pulled out suddenly, leaving Yuriko gasping and empty—and then grabbed Kaori by the wrist before pulling her roughly towards him.

"You're next," he said softly but firmly—and then pushed Kaori down onto all fours beside her mother.

Aiko's breath hitched as Oliver pushed Kaori onto all fours beside Yuriko—her school uniform skirt riding up to reveal creamy thighs and a pair of white cotton panties.

"Mister," Kaori gasped out nervously—as if suddenly realizing what was happening. "I-I'm...I haven't..."

He paused for a moment and looked back at Aiko with raised eyebrows—as if seeking confirmation. She nodded imperceptibly—giving him permission.

"Don't worry," he said softly, turning back to Kaori. "I'll be gentle."

He reached out slowly—and hooked one finger under the waistband of her panties before pulling them down over those firm cheeks until they were completely exposed.

Kaori whimpered softly but didn't resist—and when he ran one hand gently along her spine, she arched into his touch like a cat.

Oliver took his time—teasing her with slow strokes and gentle caresses until Kaori was pushing back against him eagerly.

Then he lined himself up at her entrance—which was already wet from desire—and began pushing inside slowly.

Kaori gasped loudly as she felt herself stretching around him—but didn't tense up like Aiko had expected. Instead she pushed back further—taking more of Oliver inside until finally there was no space left between them.

He paused for a moment—letting her adjust to the feeling before starting to move slowly within.

Aiko watched, fascinated, as Kaori's face contorted with pleasure—and then suddenly Oliver's eyes flicked up and met hers.

"Thank you," Oliver said softly as he began moving within Kaori—his hips rolling in slow circles while she moaned beneath him. "For this treat."

Aiko felt a shiver run down her spine at the sound of his voice—at the realization that he was thanking her for this moment. She bit back a smile and nodded slightly.

"Anytime... Oli-kun~," she purred softly.

She watched them fuck—her eyes locked onto where their bodies joined together—feeling that familiar ache between her own legs grow stronger with each passing moment.

Kaori was taking it like a champ—but even Aiko could tell the girl wasn't fully satisfied yet; Oliver's size alone would take some getting used to.

As if reading Aiko's mind—or perhaps sensing her need himself—Oliver suddenly pulled out completely, leaving Kaori whimpering softly.

"No!" Kaori cried out—reaching back for him desperately.

But Oliver just chuckled—and then turned to Aiko instead.

"Is it finally my turn?" she asked playfully, already knowing the answer.

He nodded—and then grabbed her roughly by both wrists before pulling her towards him.

Aiko gasped as Oliver pulled her roughly towards him, his hands gripping her wrists tightly. She could feel the heat radiating off his body—could see the hunger in those dark eyes—and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Finally," she breathed out softly—as if they'd been building up to this moment for years rather than mere minutes.

He didn't say anything; instead, he simply pushed Aiko back onto the bed beside Kaori and Yuriko, who were both watching them with eager anticipation.

She landed on soft blankets that smelled faintly of cotton candy and perfume—the scent filling her nostrils as she looked up at Oliver standing over top of all three women now completely under his mercy, and he loves it.

His cock was hard again already—glistening from being inside Kaori—and when he reached down between their bodies without warning, she knew what was coming next.

"Oh god," Aiko moaned softly as he used his thumb to pull aside her underwear and found her clit—already swollen and sensitive from watching him fuck Kaori—then began rubbing slow circles around it.

Her hips bucked involuntarily against his touch—seeking more friction—but he held her firmly in place with one hand while continuing to tease mercilessly.

"You like that?" he asked softly—and she could only nod helplessly beneath him. "Good girl."

Then suddenly his fingers were replaced by something much larger—as Oliver lined himself up at her entrance before pushing inside slowly but steadily until there was nowhere left to go.

Aiko gasped at the sudden fullness—her body stretching to accommodate him as he began moving within her. She could feel every inch of him—every ridge and vein—as if her very being was focused solely on that point where they joined together.

"Fuck," she moaned softly—her hands clawing at his back as he started to pick up speed.