Chapter 7
Chapter 7: Training in Progress
Almost everything Funis knew about dream demons came from those rather improper novels. They always appeared as seductive figures who tempted the protagonist and engaged in intimate relationships—common fantasy objects in such works.
But as far as Funis knew, neither she nor her former colleagues had ever seen a living dream demon.
After all, strictly speaking, dream demons were a type of lesser demon, and they should be in hell.
If one could casually encounter demons in the material plane, the most likely explanation would be that a hellgate had fallen somewhere—potentially a major crisis that would alarm even the Pope.
Funis had indeed secretly fantasized about meeting a dream demon for a steamy date. A 40-year-old virgin didn’t have many other aspirations—if he didn’t drink, gamble, or visit brothels, couldn’t he at least dream a little?
And now this.
The living dream demon turned out to be herself.
With a super cute appearance but an extremely lewd body!
This made Funis worried and afraid about her future…
“The stimulation seems too intense. Should I say this is indeed the most perfect dream demon specimen so far?” Even Chexia was surprised by the girl’s reaction beneath her.
She hesitated to touch her again, waiting for Funis to slowly recover from her daze.
As her breathing gradually steadied and her back slowly relaxed, Funis finally experienced the pleasure of breathing freely again.
The girl panted rapidly in small breaths, her light purple eyes slightly open and misty. “The most perfect… dream demon? What does that… mean?”
“As you can see, I’m a dream demon too.” Chexia pointed to the jet-black horns hidden under her veil. Seemingly out of consideration for Funis’s feelings, she didn’t remove the veil directly. “But I still can’t completely resist the Whisperers’ murmurs. As my rank increases, prophecies and dreams become more frequent, and I can hear their voices more and more clearly.”
Through tear-filled eyes, Funis saw what seemed like sadness on the witch’s face.
She suddenly remembered Chexia saying that all witches eventually go mad…
“You mean I’m the exception?” Funis asked uncertainly.
“The total power of dream demons is fixed. Now they have all departed, no longer existing. And you are the last, and also the most complete.” Chexia smiled gently, as if facing a naive child. Her hands fell lightly to her sides. “The most enchanting appearance, the most alluring fragrance, the most resilient mental strength—those vile Whisperers cannot harm you… and—”
Funis noticed the witch’s ice-cold, silk-like slender fingers sliding across her waist and continuing to explore downward, like a silent breeze.
“No… don’t…”
Recalling some unpleasant memories, Funis tried to escape from Chexia’s hands, but found that the stimulation that had just coursed through her entire body had left her numb and powerless. She couldn’t even straighten her waist.
“Why refuse? This is the source of pleasure for dream demons. I can’t help but feel envious and jealous.” With her jade-like fingertips hovering beside the girl’s leg, Chexia smiled faintly. “Combining all the essence of their existence—”
“The most intense and sensitive senses,” she said softly.
Like placing a chess piece, she gently caressed.
The witch’s hand moved nimbly between Funis’s fair thighs, merely teasing.
“Mmn♡~!?”
Her mind instantly went blank, her numb waist convulsing and twitching. She wanted to push the witch away but collapsed under the continuous stimulation.
Though it was merely a touch on her thigh, she lost even the ability to think, emitting incoherent moans.
“So strange… no, don’t… please…”
After a long while, finally getting a moment’s respite, Funis—now glassy-eyed and drenched in sweat—stuck out her small pink tongue and weakly begged.
“I believe I mentioned that training has begun early,” Chexia seemed to have no intention of letting her off so easily. The red-eyed witch lightly licked her lips, her eyes full of desiring aggression. “This won’t do. You need to get more accustomed to this body, so you won’t fall apart from just a little stimulation…”
“Eh?” It took Funis half a minute to realize her plea had failed.
“Mmm♡—!”
Another series of blush-inducing, melodious cries followed.
“In the future, you’ll need to use this organ to walk and run. If you can’t even handle this level of stimulation, how will you ever become a proper dream demon?”
“I-I never wanted… to be a proper—mmmn♡~!?”
Funis’s defiant retort was pushed back before she could finish.
Her pair of bright, moist purple eyes now filled with tears and emptiness. Silver-white hair strands, with traces of sweat, clung messily to her cheeks, giving her a seductive look. The crystal-like girl, doll-like in her exquisite and cold beauty, displayed countless alluring expressions under Chexia’s hands.
Though supposedly helping Funis adapt, the stimulation remained intensely overwhelming no matter how long Chexia kneaded and caressed.
The girl could only endure, hoping this torment would end as quickly as possible.
After who knows how long, Funis finally managed to press her lips together under the pinching, no longer easily letting out whimpers. She fixed the self-satisfied witch with an almost defiant gaze.
“Much faster than I expected. Congratulations, that concludes the first stage.”
Chexia slowly rose, leaving not a dry corner on the entire bed.
“Wicked…” Funis cursed in a low voice between breaths. “You evil—mmph!”
But clearly, she couldn’t finish her satisfying curse.
Chexia removed her over-knee black stockings, rolled them up and forcefully stuffed them into Funis’s mouth, blocking any vulgar words that might come out.
“I never said the training was over. What’s concluded is just the tip of the iceberg.” Chexia tossed a towel onto Funis’s lap. “Next comes etiquette—you need to learn to speak and dress like a lady. Clean yourself up and prepare to change clothes.”
With her mouth stuffed full, she could only make muffled sounds. The stockings were damp with a cloying sweet scent.
Now Funis finally understood what “training” meant. This evil witch simply wanted to crush her former dignity as an enforcer and a man, to make her submit and yield from the bottom of her heart.
How utterly humiliating!
“Don’t daze off. Do you plan to remain naked like that?” Chexia said coldly.
Funis saw Chexia spread out the dress she had brought into the room earlier. It was a smooth, soft silk strapless gown, snow-white, with lotus petal frills adorning the sleeves and hemline, and light gold embroidery adding a touch of elegance.
Compared to the lightweight nightgown, such an elaborate, glamorous dress more obviously reminded Funis of her current female identity.
Asking a six-foot-three tough guy to wear something like this?
But Funis quickly noticed the various decorative accessories beside the dress—the true culprits causing her breakdown and dread:
A lace openwork corset with panties, and a pair of pure white, flawless over-knee stockings.
Over-knee stockings? With her physical constitution where just touching her leg would make her cast water-element magic?
Her? Wearing those? Seriously?