[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 12

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It had been a long time since he had masturbated. Holding his erect penis, his eyes were fixed on the naked actress writhing on the TV, but Naga couldn't feel any excitement.

After a dozen or so strokes, he leaned back in frustration, lying on the edge of the blankets, kicking the tissue box aside.

Damn it... his appetite had become too picky.

Asaka's situation had affected him to some extent. He even started to feel that everything he had was enough to live a good life. In the future, even if he didn't dream, it wouldn't be a problem, right?

Glancing at his erect penis, Naga angrily pulled up his underwear. He could always find a way, he comforted himself with some frustration, and crawled into bed.

He didn't know what had happened, but it seemed that Kae had given up on continuing the competition. So, with no further progress in his relationship with Yui, Naga began to seriously consider the feasibility of dating Miku.

Even he himself was somewhat annoyed by this inexplicable hesitation. If it were before, a beautiful and lovely girl expressing her affection would have made him smile in his dreams. Now, however, he was still considering whether to accept. It was truly the inherent weakness of men at work…

Here it comes again… this feeling. Does the power of dreams only manifest when desires are unfulfilled? Naga opened his eyes, somewhat annoyed, momentarily disoriented by this unfamiliar, floating experience.

He found himself floating in mid-air, the surrounding world blurred, filled with pink mist, within which chillingly dark shadows swirled rapidly.

This… whose nightmare is this?

Dreams can reflect far more than what one remembers upon waking, but it's hard to say how much of what's reflected in a dream is reality and how much is fantasy.

Looking at the light shimmering in the pink mist in the distance, Naga hesitated for a moment, then waved his arms and floated towards what seemed like an exit.

The moment his body emerged from the white, misty passage, gravity struck him instantly, and he screamed, tumbling face-first onto the smooth wooden floor.

The floor was made of high-quality material, typical of a wealthy family. Pushing himself up, Naga looked up and realized he was sprawled in a corridor.

What kind of place is this? Have my dreams been this outrageous lately? Muttering to himself, Naga walked through room after room.

It was a very traditional Japanese mansion, but because it was a dream rather than reality, the sliding doors on both sides remained firmly in place. It seemed the dreamer didn't know what lay behind those doors, their impression of the mansion incomplete.

There was only one accessible path. Had the dreamer only been here once? Or had they never had the chance to see anything else? Despite his confusion, Naga patiently continued through the only passage.

The mansion was much larger than he had expected. One sliding door in the middle was open, leading to a spacious tea room. Judging from the scrolls hanging on the walls, the owner of this house was clearly not just ordinary wealthy.

After several twists and turns, the passageway unexpectedly left the main house, passing through an elegantly decorated courtyard path and leading into a side room.

In today's Westernized society, it's rare to find a home that still maintains such an antique style. In the past, this side room would probably have housed several concubines with their children.

The sliding door to the reception room could be opened, but there was nothing inside. From the moment he stepped inside, Naga felt a strange sense of dread permeating the surrounding air. This should reflect the dreamer's emotions, but this slightly expectant fear puzzled him.

Was the dreamer a girl who loved horror movies but was also extremely timid?

"Mmm..." A sound finally broke the silence.

He quickened his pace, and the sound became clearer—a woman's moans, her mouth stuffed with something, yet the sounds were intoxicating, a mixture of pleasure and pain. He

had to restrain himself this time; if it was someone he knew, he'd just have to endure it. Naga patted his restless little brother and turned the corner in the corridor.

The sliding door at the end did indeed open. He pulled it open and stepped inside, then stood frozen in astonishment, as if struck by lightning, staring in disbelief at the alluring scene before him.

His gaze was immediately drawn to a nearly perfect naked body. Long, slender legs without an ounce of excess fat, smooth, delicate skin with a healthy honey hue, and rounded, pert buttocks that defied gravity, perfectly shaped like a beautiful peach. Her waist wasn't overly slender, but rather maintained a perfect, flowing curve connecting her breasts and hips, the faint outline of her sternum visible with each breath adding a unique sensuality.

Further up were her full breasts, defying gravity with their incredible elasticity, the deep cleavage enough to bury any man's willpower, the bright red nipples slightly upturned, proudly standing erect in the center of her cherry-red areolas. Her

flowing curls cascaded over her smooth shoulders, and her beautiful face, tinged with a mocking smile, belonged to Fujibayashi Ami, a woman of mixed heritage possessing a wondrous charm.

Her long, sexy naked body was fully exposed in the center of the spacious room, without the slightest concealment.

Naga's position was perfectly positioned to not see the most alluring triangle between Asami's legs, as she had raised one leg about half a step forward, her raised thigh perfectly blocking what he most wanted to see.

But this breathtakingly beautiful naked woman wasn't the reason for his astonishment; what truly stunned him was another woman.

She wasn't wearing any clothes, yet not entirely naked; several rough hemp ropes ran through her breasts, inner thighs, knees, ankles, neck, and mons pubis. The ropes bent her legs to their limit, tightly bound and spread behind her neck, and at the base of her thighs, the pink petals of her vulva could be clearly seen through the ropes biting into her flesh. Her hands hung down from either side of her breasts, crossed and tied to the inside of her ankles. The snow-white, delicate naked female body was tightly bound into a curled-up, shameful, and lewd posture.

Asami's foot was stretched out in front of her, her neat and delicate toes spread wide, pressing down on her mouth.

Her lips were small and cute, with a cherry-colored sheen, and those cute little mouths were sucking on Asami's toes, one by one, as if she were giving oral sex to her beloved man, her tender red tongue moving nimbly between the toes.

She must not be doing this willingly. Naga made this judgment without hesitation.

Because this woman, bound and laid naked like a slave girl in front of Asami, was none other than Matsushima Kae.

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"You've become skilled very quickly, you must have practiced oral sex techniques well for men." Asami said mockingly, playing with Kae's half-protruding tongue with her big toe.

Kae's eyes were filled with tears, but she only licked the toes pressed into her mouth, moaning indistinctly as she shook her head.

"Liar." Asami snorted, pulling her foot back and squatting down next to Kae. "Such a slutty little hole, it must be the result of playing with your fingers every day to please men."

"No, I... I haven't..." Kae's cheeks flushed red as if she had a fever, shaking her head and not daring to look Asami in the eye.

Making sure they couldn't see her, Naga walked to the side with a complex mix of excitement and anger, watching quietly.

Asami's fingers slowly slid along the rope passing between her thighs, rubbing up and down near the clitoris, getting harder and harder.

"Waaah... no, it hurts so much."

The hemp rope wasn't a rough, ordinary rope; it seemed to be a tool specially treated for SM, lacking any sharp spikes that would cause pain, but instead covered in soft, fine hairs. Pressed against her most sensitive bud by this strange surface, Kae let out an unbearable groan, her delicate feet curling tightly at her toes.

"Only a few times, and you're already quite used to it," Ami smiled, moving her fingers further down, applying slight pressure from the edge of the rope before squeezing into the crevice between her delicate labia.

"Tsk, already soaking wet. Kae, your body is getting better and better, I like you more and more." Ami inserted two knuckles and then began to stir. Kae shook her head in shame, her sobbing moans gradually escaping with a sweet undertone.

"No! So embarrassing… ahh… umh…" As her fingers probed deeper, Kae showed resistance, but her honest body couldn't help but tense its muscles.

"It's so tight. If I were a man, I definitely wouldn't be able to resist wanting to go in." Asami's fingers deftly flexed and extended, skillfully stimulating the sensitive upper wall of her honeypot. Judging from her movements, she must have done this hundreds, even thousands of times. Kae frowned, quickly letting out a seductive breath. [The following text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated:] Family dating, couple dating communities have tons of decent, wanton women waiting to be fucked! QQ, MSN, etc., are mainly for young girls and conservative women with no other thoughts, basically no chance. But the community is full of unmarried women and middle-aged mature women dissatisfied with reality and fantasizing about romance. No login required, no identity, free to come and go, making it a more ideal place.

Naga's throat bobbed incessantly, his penis swelling to the point of almost exploding. Kae's fair and tender skin and Asami's sexy and fiery nature almost drove his lust out of his mind.

But he couldn't touch anything, he could only watch helplessly as the lewd and erotic scenes unfolded before him.

Soon, Kae's crotch was completely wet, the damp petals soaking through the ropes binding her. As Ami's fingers continued to probe, more love fluid gushed out in waves with Kae's agonizing moans.

"No...don't come anymore..." Her legs involuntarily tightened under the control of pleasure, the binding ropes digging into her flesh, creating a vibrant red and white contrast on her evenly white skin. Kae bit her lower lip desperately, but still couldn't stop the climax from coming.

Just before the physical pleasure reached its limit, Ami suddenly pulled out her fingers and forcefully tightened the ropes towards the center of her tender genitals.

Her mons pubis was constricted into a shape like a camel's toe, the immense pain causing Kae to cry out and straighten her back, simultaneously reaching climax under the intense stimulation of her clitoris.

A large amount of fluid gushed out from behind the ropes, and the incontinent Kae stared blankly at the ceiling, her pupils gradually losing their light.

"You've already lost control of your bladder? Kae's getting more and more useless. Or is it that being tied up makes your body so wanton?" Asami licked Kae's nectar off her fingers, her lustful expression making Naga, who was watching from the side, finally unable to resist, pull out his penis and masturbate with his glove.

"No... I, I don't know..." Kae's body was still trembling from the afterglow, her voice hoarse with the unique quality of an orgasm, even more alluring than her usual clear and cute voice.

If he could control this dream right now, Naga would definitely tie the two women together and take turns fucking them seventeen or eighteen times, especially that seductive Fujibayashi Asami!

"What a stupid girl, let me tell you your true nature." Asami licked her wet red lips, took out a special leather triangle panty, the inside of which had a bumpy hemispherical protrusion near the clitoris, while the outside had a thick rubber rod covered in granules. The tip of the rubber rod was only as thick as a finger, while the base was thicker than Naga's wrist.

She knelt in front of Kae's buttocks, hugging Kae's waist like a man. Her fleshy buttocks pushed the monstrous rod towards the wet, honeyed hole beneath the loosened knot of rope. "You're the kind of perverted girl who can only reach orgasm when tied up like this, you know?"

As she uttered the final question, Asami's supple waist swayed forward forcefully, and the slippery opening made a soft squelching sound. The thick, long weapon plunged into the depths of the defenseless, tender genitals in one go.

"Aaaaah—!" Kae shook her head in pain, her hands, bound to her ankles, clenching tremblingly. "No! It hurts...it's so swollen...it's going to split, it's going to split!"

"Don't you feel pleasure when it hurts? I've already touched you down there, tsk tsk...it's even wetter than before." Asami chuckled lewdly, spreading her knees wider, her round buttocks moving back and forth between Kae's white thighs. The bulge inside her leather panties was clearly stimulating her clitoris, and she quickly entered a state of ecstasy, rubbing her swaying breasts while panting with pleasure. Kae,

being violated by another woman, turned her head away in resistance, crying bitterly, but her body honestly accepted the intense stimulation from the uneven surface rubbing against her inner walls. Her cherry-colored nipples trembled, swelled, and hardened at the tips of her tightly bound and protruding breasts.

“What’s so great about men? Can men last as long as I do? Can men understand all the sources of pleasure in you? Can men see through you at a glance that you’re just a born masochist? Hehehe…” Asami laughed heartily, her slender waist twisting tirelessly.

If he could penetrate Asami from behind right now, he didn’t know how pleasurable it would be. Naga stared at the two beauties’ joined parts with red eyes, his hand sliding rapidly across his penis.

“No… I, I didn’t… Ugh! Ughhhh…” Above her nipples, which were reddened by the ropes, another wave of redness rose on her fair skin. Kae cried out in anguish. The suffocating feeling of being unable to move in the ropes made her orgasm even more intense. With a painful yet pleasurable ecstasy, Kae’s thighs convulsed violently. At the same time,

Asami, who was also about to reach her peak, suddenly grabbed the short whip that was placed aside. While changing to a squatting position, he used all his strength to ravage Kae’s already swollen honey pot, and with a swish, the whip lashed at her erect nipples.

Snap! Snap! Snap snap!

"Ahhh—!" Her body strained as if trying to break free of the ropes, Kae screamed as she began a series of orgasms amidst the perverse experience of being sexually abused. Ami also experienced immense pleasure; copious amounts of vaginal fluid seeped from the edges of her leather panties, but she didn't cry out, instead releasing all her orgasmic excitement onto the whip in her hand.

The two naked bodies, bound together by rubber, remained in this state for nearly ten minutes before ending when Ami collapsed backward, seemingly exhausted.

At this point, Kae entered an even more intense state of ecstasy; saliva dripped from the corners of her lips and down her cheeks, vaginal fluid flowed like urine onto the floor, and her pale brown anus, raised by the bindings, continued to contract excitedly.

This dream, which could hardly be called a nightmare, seemed to be coming to an end. As Ami got up and took two silver rings that resembled rings, the scene before Naga's eyes trembled violently. And when a cone appeared in Ami's hand, the world finally collapsed, shattering into large pieces of glass, disappearing with a bang into the boundless darkness.

When the lights came on again, the surroundings had transformed into a charmingly decorated bedroom. Naga turned his head to look at the single bed covered with pink sheets. Sure enough, Kae, lying on it, was groaning, her face pale, her eyes darting around rapidly. It seemed she would soon wake up from her dream and enter Naga's world.

What should he do? Although his penis was still throbbing with unfulfilled desire, he couldn't bring himself to continue ravaging this girl in his dream.

Just as he hesitated, Kae opened her somewhat listless eyes, her dark pupils shifting slightly as she looked in Naga's direction with surprise.

What she said next astonished Naga as well.

"Yumeno-kun... what are you doing here?"

(Chapter 32)

Never having imagined being recognized in a dream, Naga stared blankly at Kae, who was clutching the blanket tightly to her chest with a panicked expression, frantically trying to come up with an excuse.

Before he could think of one, Kae looked lost and sadly lowered her head, whispering, "I knew it... another dream. How could Yumeno-kun be here at a time like this?"

A dream... yes, it's a dream. As long as he acted as is usually the case in dreams, there shouldn't be any problems. Naga thought for a moment, then walked to the bedside and sat down, reaching out to stroke Kae's hair, gently saying, "It's alright, this isn't a nightmare, nothing will happen. Don't worry, I'm here."

Kae sniffed, her eyes reddening, probably recalling unpleasant memories again. "Yumeno-kun, I... I'm such an idiot, sob sob..."

"Tell me if there's anything wrong, I'll help you." Naga subtly moved closer to the headboard, placing his hand on Kae's shoulder. Under the covers, she wore a very conservative cotton nightgown, offering little in the way of scenery.

Even realizing she was dreaming, Kae hesitated for a long time before burying her head in his chest and whispering, "I thought I'd made a new friend. Fujibayashi-nee is so beautiful and capable, like a big star. I didn't believe she would take the initiative to befriend me. I was so happy then, so happy that I was willing to give up going to have lunch with you, Yumeno-kun. But I really didn't expect... why did this happen?" Her words were illogical and disjointed. If Naga hadn't just witnessed the nightmare buried in her memories, he probably wouldn't have known what she was talking about.

She was simply treating this outpouring as an emotional release within the dream, saying whatever came to mind, then crying in his arms for a while, and then continuing to talk when she was tired.

It took Naga quite a bit of effort to piece together the whole story in his mind.

The pretty and cute Kae must have been targeted by Ami, a lesbian and sadist, long ago. This transfer gave her the perfect opportunity to make her move; in fact, it could be said that it was Ami's doing. Kae, a shy girl who wasn't good at socializing, was easily deceived and gained Ami's trust. After being lured to Ami's home, Kae was completely defenseless, and the aphrodisiac in her drink rendered her defenseless.

Kae's parents probably never imagined that their daughter, who had just called to say she was staying at a friend's house, would be stripped naked and bound in an obscene position by another woman just minutes later.

Ami was very experienced, and no man in the world understands the mysterious anatomy of the body as well as a woman does. With just her fingers and a whip, she completely plunged the inexperienced Kae into a vortex of perverse pleasure.

Kae, who didn't even know how to masturbate, reached the peak of lust for the first time while her buttocks were being whipped, her clitoris was clamped, and her nipples were bitten until they were red and swollen.

Because Kae was a member of the gymnastics club in middle school, she didn't have a hymen, which angered Ami, who was convinced she was a slut who liked to seduce men. Ami used a huge vibrator to ravage and penetrate Kae's genitals, where she was experiencing her first foreign intrusion, while uttering sarcastic remarks.

Completely lost, Kae was unable to resist Ami's control, beginning a series of sadistic experiences where she derived pleasure from humiliation. Most recently, as if to assert ownership, Ami did something even more extreme to her.

Having a vague idea of what Ami had done, Naga couldn't help but ask, "What...did she do?"

Perhaps because Naga was the other person in the dream, Kae wiped her cheeks, raised her head, lowered her gaze in humiliation, and unbuttoned her nightgown.

“Even in my dreams… it burns like fire here and down there.” Kae sobbed, covering her face. The nipples on her fair breasts were no longer simple cherry blossom buds; two shimmering silver rings pierced coldly through the center of her two rosy nipples. “Waaah… Yumeno-kun, Kae… is broken. If it weren’t a dream, I wouldn’t even have the strength to talk to you. What should I do…”

This was truly a cruel work of art. The place that should have been caressed and cherished by lips and tongue had been pierced and transformed into a lewd appearance with a strange beauty. Naga tried hard to feel sympathy, but he still couldn’t help but feel waves of heat surging from his lower abdomen. Breasts as delicate as white porcelain, tender nipples, gleaming silver nipple rings, a bound sex slave… Naga licked his dry lips, laboriously reaching out to pull Kae's clothes together. He had no idea how to comfort her, and after a long pause, he blurted out somewhat inappropriately, “Uh… actually, she’s quite pretty.” Realizing

his slip of the tongue, he quickly added, “If you don’t like it, you have to find a way to resist. She’s just a woman, we can call the police, you don’t need to be so afraid of her.”

Kae shook her head, leaning dejectedly against his chest, saying, “It’s impossible… her family’s power is too great. This company is just a toy for her family. I regret it so much… I wish I hadn’t gone to the HR department.”

“Her family? Wait… isn’t it Kuroki’s family company?” Naga asked, somewhat surprised.

Kae answered with a heavy nasal tone, "I thought so at first too, but actually... Manager Kuroki is more pitiful than me. I'm so scared... If this continues, will I become like Manager Kuroki in the future?"

That seemingly cold-faced Keiko Kuroki was actually just a toy in Fujibayashi Ami's hands? Gossip is rarely reliable, really. Thinking about it this way, could Kobayashi An also be...? Naga became increasingly surprised. That mixed-race beauty who always lazily manicured her nails in the office was the company's real backer. The fact that all the HR members were outstanding beauties seemed to be related to her sexual orientation.

Fortunately, Miku and Kobayashi An had already been transferred. Naga guessed that An had been coerced; the obvious bruises on her body that weekend were probably Ami's handiwork. Miku, on the other hand, didn't seem to have been harmed; neither her personality nor her behavior suggested she had been abused by a sadist.

"Yume-kun, now that Kae has become like this, does she no longer deserve to be liked?" Kae pitifully rubbed her cheek against his chest, her hands tightly wrapped around Naga's waist.

"No, Kae is still a very beautiful young woman. Countless men would fight tooth and nail for you," Naga reassured her, trying to keep his hand from sliding down her slender back. The sight of her fair, white buttocks, which he had just clearly seen, kept flashing before his eyes. If it weren't for Asaka's tragic memory, he would have already succumbed to his lust.

"Then… even if it's just a dream, would you… would you hold me?" Kae whispered in his arms, her voice trembling like a summer festival wind chime hanging in the corridor.

This bold confession ignited Naga's lust, sending it soaring towards his sympathy, which had been holding the high ground. He awkwardly savored the full, elastic body of the young woman in his arms, forcing a smile: "I...I'm holding you right now, aren't I?"

"N-no, it's not like that..." Kae looked up anxiously, then lowered her gaze in frustration. "So, it's still not enough. I...I'm no longer worthy."

Fool, this isn't an era that cares about such things anymore. Besides, the so-called defilement was just a slightly perverted woman. Naga sighed helplessly. His sympathy, which had been on high ground, crumbled instantly, and his blood began to rush instinctively to his throbbing lower body.

If possessing her was one way to solve the problem, Naga had no reason to hesitate any longer.

"I restrained myself for a long time, Kae." He sighed, lowering his head to kiss Kae's earlobe, then pressed her down onto the bed. This was the most self-controlled he had ever been in his dreams.

"It's just a dream, and... I... I like Yumeno-kun too. If it weren't a dream, I would be even happier." Kae turned her head with a soft gasp, her cool lips finding Naga's cheek, and kissed her gently with some timidity.

Her lips were soft. Naga pulled her close and kissed her deeply, their tongues entwining in their tightly connected mouths.

Kae's hands nervously gripped Naga's clothes, passively responding to his sucking. When his smooth tongue was carefully tasted in her mouth, she shyly let out a sweet moan. His hand slipped

inside the open front of her nightgown, easily covering Kae's not-so-large breasts. A cool silver ring appeared, making her nipples unusually hard even when not aroused. When he gently tugged on the ring, Kae whimpered like a kitten, her hot body involuntarily writhing.

"Does it hurt?" Naga played with the delicate silver ring, carefully avoiding too much pressure.

Kae buried her flushed face in his chest, breathing rapidly, and whispered, "Yes... but... but it feels so good, oh... so embarrassing."

Was she truly a masochist or had Ami successfully trained her? Naga lowered his head, taking the silver ring and nipple into his lips, his tongue gently caressing the small opening on the side of the nipple.

"Hold me... Yumeno-kun, please hold me..." Kae pulled the blanket aside, wrapping her arms around the back of Naga's head, her slender waist arching towards him as if unable to bear it.

Naga patiently continued kissing her nipples, his hands supporting her buttocks as he slowly pulled down her pajama bottoms along her thighs.

"Ugh... I hate it, my body is so hot..." Just the attack on one nipple was enough to ignite Kae's sensuality to an obvious degree, demonstrating the remarkable sensitivity of her beautiful body.

Such a wonderful body, yet another woman had gotten there first; Naga thought with some regret, as he took off his clothes and climbed into bed.

Seeing the erect penis pop out of her underwear, Kae's eyes widened in surprise, revealing an adorable expression that made one want to pinch her nose. Perhaps due to her previous experience with large rubber rods, she didn't show fear of Naga's size, but rather curiosity about a man's genitals.

Naga moved forward, his penis positioned in front of Kae.

"So hard..." Kae hesitated, reaching out to grasp it, sliding the foreskin, staring blankly at the large, purplish-red glans.

"Wet it," Naga demanded directly, bringing the glans closer to her lips.

Girls this age, even those inexperienced, generally know a little about relationships. Kae bit her lip, hesitantly sticking out her tongue, her wet tip licking the glans like a cat. A

tingling sensation spread from the point of contact between the glans and her tongue, and Naga let out a satisfied groan. Encouraged by his groan, she grasped his penis, raising her neck to lick it from below.

"It needs to be completely wet." Although this provided pleasure, it wasn't the kind of enjoyment he desired.

Kae obediently raised her head even higher, opening her small, delicate mouth, and with a soft "ooh," took the glans into her mouth.

Her mouth was small, and even with all her effort, she could only manage to get a third of the penis into her warm oral cavity. She looked up at Naga somewhat shyly, her tongue trying to smear saliva around the massive member in her mouth.

Feeling sufficiently moist, Naga lost patience for the inexperienced oral skills. He withdrew, parted Kae's legs, and focused his gaze on her evenly fleshed, snow-white, rounded thighs, gradually moving towards the center.

This time, the genitals he saw were still a vibrant, tender pink, the alluring petals already slightly parted in excitement, glistening fluid overflowing from the outer edge of the vulva. But what surprised him even more was the clitoris at the tip of the petals.

What should have been a small, tender bud-shaped organ had now swelled to the size of a soybean, and the reason for the swelling was obvious: another silver ring piercing through the clitoris.

"No, don't look… please…" Kae sobbed uncomfortably, covering her face in shame, her naked body trembling slightly.

Naga's mind was ablaze. He panted heavily as he reached out and stroked the cold, metallic object surrounding her clitoris, unable to resist pinching it with his fingers and gently pulling and twisting it.

"Ahhh..." Kae's legs clamped together instantly, a moan of pleasure mixed with pain escaped from between her fingers.

She could no longer hold back! Naga lifted Kae's legs, looking at the gleaming silver ring between her thighs, and thrust his long-starved penis into the center of her wet core in one go.

"Ahhh—!" He pushed it in to its limit, the base of his penis pressing directly against the silver ring. Kae screamed, her back tensing, her legs hooking together in the air.

The entrance was extremely narrow, but the interior was deep and winding. As the penis thrust in and out, her entire vulva writhed and gripped him. The abundant nectar made the piston-like movements incredibly easy, and her sensitive body adapted to the man's intrusion almost instantly, joyfully giving the most passionate response.

"Ah... Yumeno-kun, it's so hot, so big... It's in..." Kae frowned, her hands grabbing Naga's knees haphazardly. The moment the thrusting increased slightly, the walls of her vagina seemed to thicken and tighten.

The sensation of ejaculation surfaced with time, but Kae remained as excitedly panting and moaning as before, not yet reaching orgasm. Naga slowed his movements, his fingers playing with her clitoris, trying to reach peak simultaneously.

"No, don't worry about me... It's already... very comfortable... mmm..." Kae twisted her sweaty buttocks, her hands kneading her breasts, displaying a completely seductive and alluring demeanor.

With a tentative thought, Naga lifted Kae's body and flipped her over, re-inserting from behind. He pinched her white buttocks twice in rhythm with his penetration, then raised his hand and slapped her hard.

"Ugh—!" The slippery passage tightened around her with Kae's muffled groan.

Naga's primal instincts surged forth, and he slapped Kae's buttocks repeatedly with both hands. With each slap, his penis slammed into her soft, yielding core, the glans pulling at her tender flesh as it withdrew, only to be met with another resounding blow.

Sure enough, after less than three minutes of this, the brutally treated Kae choked back sobs and collapsed onto the bed, her round buttocks raised high, trembling as she released a torrent of vaginal fluid.

Naga, nearing his climax, swept her upper body up, slipped his fingers under her armpits, and pinched the silver rings on her nipples. His final thrust was powerful, tossing her breasts up, their shape helplessly distorted by the rings.

A sharp pain shot from her nipple throughout her body. Kae screamed and grabbed Naga's arm. Deep inside her honeypot, intense spasms spread from her cervix outwards. In this exquisite pleasure, Naga's semen gushed out, pouring every last drop into Kae's body...

"If... it weren't a dream, how wonderful that would be..."

As the scene blurred and the dream gradually faded, Naga seemed to hear the exhausted Kae whisper this.

But he wasn't sure if it was just his hallucination. 【

[pos] The Erotic Tales of Dream Eaters 】 5 ********** ... Looking back at the swaying hips beneath Kae's tight skirt, Naga recalled the shimmering silver rings piercing a woman's most intimate areas that he had seen in his dream. That cruel sensuality sent a surge of heat through his lower abdomen. "Hey, you haven't been listening to me. What are you thinking about?" Miku, who never liked being ignored, waved her hand in front of his face and asked somewhat displeased.

“Uh…” Naga thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Speaking of which, when you were in the personnel department, were you on good terms with Ms. Fujibayashi?”

Miku’s eyes clearly showed disgust. She turned her head away, fiddled with a strand of hair at her temple, muttered something under her breath, and then answered, “No. Terrible. I wouldn’t say a word to her all day.”

“Why?” Naga deliberately made her tone sound more relaxed, as if she were just casually curious.

Miku frowned slightly in annoyance, pursed her lips, and remained silent for a few seconds before saying, “For no reason, every drop of blood in my veins hates her.” She forced a smile and adopted a light tone, “So this transfer is really great. Although the salary is a bit less, at least I don’t have to see that girl anymore.”

Although she was often blunt, Miku rarely used such a crude word as “that girl.” It was clear that she truly felt disgusted from the bottom of her heart. Naga couldn't help but ask, "Did she do something to you?"

Miku turned to look at him warily, then immediately shook her head. "What could she do to me? I don't even talk to her."

"Uh... what do you think of her as a person? Like her morals... her manners, and stuff like that." Even Naga himself felt the question was foolish and meaningless.

Sure enough, Miku just casually replied, "How should I know? But she's definitely pretty. What... you keep asking me all sorts of questions, are you interested in her? I advise you to give up on that idea. She's been with the company for over two years and hasn't even given a man a second glance. The rich guy who came to pick up girls before was the first one he fell for, and I won't go into the details... anyway, he ended up sleeping with Haruya, so at least his trip wasn't a waste. If you want to pursue Fujibayashi, be prepared to be rejected and bruised. Don't blame me for not warning you." Sure enough

, the topic veered in a direction that would anger Miku, and Naga wisely ended the conversation with Ami. After all, Miku has become increasingly important, both at work and emotionally. If she gets jealous and gives him the cold shoulder, he'll have a headache for at least a week.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's go get noodles together after work tonight. My treat."

Miku finally seemed happy and nodded. "Okay. And you promised to treat me to a big meal after payday, no backing out. Otherwise..." She made a gesture across her neck with her delicate hand and gave a deliberately wicked chuckle.

"Yes, yes, yes, senior's orders are my duty." Naga cooperated by making a scared expression.

"Forget it, my section chief." Miku rolled her eyes without giving him any face and pushed him into the office.

Naga couldn't figure out what he had gained from these two dreams. Maybe... it was some kind of work talent. After all, he had no clue where to begin with these complex and unpredictable tasks. If it were the old him, even with Miku's help, he would probably have been working overtime every day with headaches, losing his hair early and ending up like his predecessor, a middle-aged, balding, overweight man.

But after actually taking over, the talent and vision he displayed surprised even himself.

In Miku's words, it was enough to get his name on the notebooks of the old men at the parent company.

However, Naga wasn't too excited. The achievements at work didn't bring him much satisfaction; rather, the increased status and bulging wallet, leading to a boost in his charm, were what he was most grateful for.

As a young man whose lust had been suppressed in his dreams for so long, nothing was more important to him than the beautiful women around him.

Then, during his free time before work in the afternoon, Naga finally made up his mind and sent an email to Kae's email address.

There was only one sentence on it: "I dreamt about you last night, a dream so real that I wondered if you were in it too."

His fingers hesitated on the mouse for a long time, glancing at Miku with a guilty conscience, before finally clicking.

But even after finishing his work in the afternoon, around eight o'clock, Naga still hadn't received any reply.

He sighed, packed his things, walked to the door, and was greeted by another smiling face waiting there.

"Sighing over your wallet again? It's just a bowl of noodles, a man shouldn't be so stingy."

At Miku's voice, Naga glanced at the dark office behind him, shrugged, and closed the door.

The gap between the two walking side by side, which was originally about half an arm's length, had almost disappeared.

(Thirty-four)

Naga had to attend Nagaba Mari's wedding, of course. The groom was the only son of a well-off small business owner, and the small company where he had accumulated work experience was on the 12th floor of the office building where Naga and his colleagues worked. The two met through a matchmaking event, and the proactive Mari quickly won over her current husband, who had almost no experience with women, by taking the initiative.

Mari had already gained a lot of weight when she resigned, and at the wedding, her fuller figure, indicating she would become a mother, was clearly visible.

Looking at the white wedding dress, with Miku sitting beside him, Naga couldn't help but recall their dream of intimacy. The meticulously made-up Miku presented a completely different image from her persona at the company, becoming the focus of the wedding and enough to arouse the bride's jealousy.

Naga already had the idea of dating Miku, but when it came to actually starting, he didn't know how to start. Confess? What if it was just wishful thinking? The shadow of being rejected many times in the past reopened the scars in his heart, and the flying friend cards were enough to bury his budding initiative.

Maeda Reiko attended as a bridesmaid. She was said to be in love and looked even more beautiful. With a confident smile, her round cheeks had a radiance that was no less than that of a slender beauty.

Because it was a Western-style wedding, Reiko wore a white jumpsuit that perfectly matched her wedding dress, revealing her smooth, rounded calves beneath the tulle skirt. Thinking back to just now, when he had been caressing those firm, fleshy legs, Naga felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

Just over twenty minutes earlier, he and Reiko had hastily made love in their hotel room upstairs. Reiko, who had complained about her boyfriend's conservative and dull nature, displayed intense passion, even impatiently waiting to enter the room. As soon as she closed the door, she braced herself against the wall, arching her ample buttocks backward.

The two walked from the entrance hall in their intercourse position to the bed, and from the bed, continuing their wet, piston-like movements, to the windowsill. Reiko cried out wantonly, reaching orgasm until tears streamed down her face.

During ejaculation, Naga felt the tender flesh around him tightly gripping the base of his penis, like a child sucking on a nipple, almost draining all his pre-ejaculate.

"Actually, I'm in my fertile period today," Reiko said casually as she straightened her clothes.

"Huh?" Naga looked up at her in surprise. Reiko was carefully placing a tissue at the bottom of her underwear before pulling it back up to stop the discharge.

"Don't worry, if I really am pregnant, I'll marry him. Just like Mari."

"Mari?" Naga was even more surprised, understanding the implication in her words.

“Yes, that poor honest man, he even cried tears of joy when he heard he was pregnant. I really wanted to warn him. That's a child Mari got pregnant from while she was out fooling around; he probably wouldn't even know who to look for the father.” Reiko straightened her dress, twirled in front of the mirror, and said with a smile, “So I'm actually quite lucky. If I were pregnant, it could only be you.”

“Okay, I was just kidding. It's not that easy to have a child.” Reiko kissed Naga on the cheek, laughing as she pulled his arm. “Let's go downstairs quickly, or we'll get suspicious. I'll wait a few minutes before coming down.”

Before leaving, Naga cautiously asked, “Reiko, are you… really going to marry that man?”

Reiko blinked and smiled. “Will you marry me?”

Naga paused, before answering, Reiko giggled—a smile never seen on her face before their physical intimacy. "I want to marry him. He can give me the life I want, and..." She paused, the curve of her lips softening, "...I want the happiness I deserve."

Deserving happiness...? Thinking of Reiko's words, Naga couldn't help but turn to look at Miku, who was gazing enviously at the bride's dress.

He knew how beautiful and radiant Miku looked in a wedding gown, playful and adorable.

"Hey, hey, properly watching someone else's wedding." Miku noticed Naga's gaze and pinched him under the table, a little embarrassed. "Why are you staring at me like that? It's annoying."

"I was thinking about what you'd look like in a wedding dress." Naga smiled, turning to look at the newlyweds.

"What could I look like? It's not like I'll grow an extra nose." Miku muttered softly, in a voice only Naga could hear.

For him, who knew Miku so well, understanding the meaning in her tone was effortless.

She was shy. And, very happy.

(35)

Tabe Yua hadn't appeared for a long time. Flipping through Carlos Castaneda's *The Art of Dreaming*, Naga had to strain to recall the excitement of that fair little hand handing him the book.

Miku had also started reading books about dreams, not out of interest, but because Naga had seen her yawn over them several times. The reason was probably so that Naga would think of her when discussing such topics.

News about the Dream Eater stopped with Yua's disappearance. And for the past month or so, Naga hadn't dreamed at all. His anticipation of dreams was gradually cooling, while Miku's image began to fill every gap in his life.

Apart from physical desire, he was gradually getting used to everything else. Fortunately, he still had Koga Yu, his excellent sexual partner, who allowed him to steal a bite during his busy schedules to keep himself from getting too irritated.

If things continued like this, he and Miku would naturally become lovers. Should he confess? Naga looked at the calendar, wondering if he should invite her on a few private dates on the weekend. He could find no reason to hesitate any longer about accepting Miku's affections.

Miku had flown to Fukuoka for a four- to five-day business trip, while Naga was unfortunately tied up with local business. This was the first long separation since they started working together, and perhaps this time would allow him to think things through and make a decision. He

already had his answer in his heart. Naga smiled and picked up the phone to order roses from a florist, planning to pick her up at the airport when she returned.

That very evening, Naga received a call.

"Um… Yumeno-kun, excuse me for bothering you, but do you have some time right now?"

Naga hesitated. Although she had been his subordinate for some time, they hadn't had any contact outside of work. He looked at Kobayashi An's name above the number on the LCD screen and hesitated for a few seconds. "Um, I'm not too busy right now."

What was she planning? To launch an offensive while Miku was away? Naga smiled; it had been a while since he'd entertained such unrealistic fantasies.

"Could you come over here now? I'm in room 106 at XX Cafe. Um... please, I have something very important I want to discuss with you."

Without giving Naga a chance to refuse, Anzu hurriedly finished speaking and hung up the phone.

One call ended, and another immediately followed.

It was Miku. Naga smiled and answered.

"Hey, Section Chief, it's so late, don't work so hard. It's so much better to go home after work." It seemed Miku was in a good mood, assuming Naga's busy line earlier was due to work. "I'm already in Fukuoka, eating pork bone ramen right now. Don't be too envious."

Hearing her excitedly recount a whole bunch of things, like a child who'd never been out before, Naga couldn't help but joke, "Hey, Miku, since you love business trips so much, I'll leave all the travel arrangements to you."

She immediately retorted with a curt complaint, "No way! I still prefer staying in the radiant room watching TV. Uh… but it's nice to go out and have some fun once in a while. I've never traveled by myself before."

"Hey, Section Chief Shimokawa, you're on official business, official business. Don't get the purpose wrong, okay?" Naga reminded her with a smile, "The trip is just a side trip."

"Then…" The voice on the other end suddenly softened, "Let's really travel together next time, okay?"

She must have had some sake to bolster her courage; her voice held a familiar, subtly alluring charm, a completely private side of Miku.

"Okay."

As he said that, Naga felt his heart race, and in that instant, he completely forgot about the phone call.

After finishing the conversation, he remembered the date and rushed over, but more than forty minutes had already passed. Naga wasn't sure if Anzu was still there. Modern women aren't very good at waiting; being late for a date is like holding a high-voltage wire in the middle of a relationship—the kind without any insulation.

Luckily, it wasn't that kind of relationship.

Naga got out of the taxi and hurried into a café decorated for couples.

106…106…uh…Naga looked at the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and scratched his head awkwardly.

"Um…is Kobayashi in there?" Instead of knocking, he called out loudly from outside. That way, if a couple was making love inside, Naga could leave without feeling too awkward.

No one answered; perhaps the door was too soundproof. Just as Naga was about to turn around and go to the lobby to call and confirm, the door clicked open a crack.

Behind the door appeared Matsushima Kae's somewhat haggard face.

"Yumeno-kun, um... please come in."

Naga walked into the room, puzzled. The small private room was very quiet. The television next to them was off, with only the colorful images serving as a light source. A pile of empty beer cans on the table gave off a sense of helplessness, as if asking, "What are you doing drinking in a coffee shop?"

Leaning back on the sofa next to her in a posture that was far from ladylike was Kobayashi An. She must have drunk quite a bit of beer; her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused. Seeing Naga enter, she touched her cheek, tried to sit up straight, and straightened her wrinkled skirt to cover her bare knees, glancing nervously at Kae.

Kae shook her head, sat down silently next to An, and lowered her head, fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

The silence continued until Naga grew impatient, at which point Kae spoke timidly in a low voice, "Yumeno-kun, what I... I might be saying is ridiculous. If... if you don't believe me, please, please don't laugh at me."

Naga shook his head. "I won't."

"Last... last time you sent me an email saying you dreamt about me, and... it felt so real, right?" Kae looked at him nervously, as if the answer was incredibly important to him.

Naga nodded, his mind racing with possibilities.

"Actually, I dreamt about you too. I felt like I said a lot of things to you in the dream, and I felt like you really heard me. Yumeno-kun, do... do you know?" Kae's cute face was filled with anxiety, as if she realized how absurd her seemingly nonsensical question was.

Naga hesitated for a moment, then clasped his hands on his knees. He leaned forward, looking earnestly into Kae's eyes, and answered seriously, "I remember everything you told me in my dream that day. I also know what happened between you and Fujibayashi."

Kae's expression became somewhat complicated, a mixture of relief and unbearable shame. She subconsciously touched her chest and lowered her head. "How strange... But it's so good to encounter something so amazing. This way, we don't have to tell you about the embarrassing things again." "

We?" Noticing Kae's choice of words, Naga glanced at Kobayashi An. Sure enough, this beauty had also been won over by Fujibayashi Ami.

This confirmed Naga's suspicions; Kobayashi An's sudden disappearance of affection for him wasn't due to her own will, but rather a result of Ami's forceful intervention.

"Then... what exactly happened?" Naga was very curious. How could he help? Perhaps by letting them experience the pleasures of a man to give up homosexuality and SM? He didn't think Aya would be someone who would willingly be dumped, and judging from their expressions, they clearly weren't enjoying it.

Anne glanced at Kae, and the two exchanged a look. Kae nudged Anne, who shook her head somewhat shyly. Kae nudged her again, and Anne reluctantly turned to Naga, her gaze lowered, and spoke of something trivial: "Yumeno-kun, you must be very happy with Shimokawa..."

Uh... Naga hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I really envy her," Anne sighed, her interlaced fingers clenching tightly. "Although asking this might seem a little shameless, I still want to know, in Yumeno-kun's heart, are Kae and I considered attractive women?"

Naga blinked and nodded again. He was a fairly honest man; both Kae and Anne were beauties who could attract men's attention effortlessly, and their gentle and cute personalities were favored by many men. He couldn't believe he wasn't tempted.

An glanced at Kae and asked softly, "Then... can we say it now?" Kae lowered her head and hummed in agreement.

An picked up a can of beer, took a sip, raised her eyes, and said firmly, "We want to ask Yumeno-kun for a favor. If you're willing, as a reward, we..." Her voice trembled slightly, "...both of us can be your women, and just your women, it won't affect your relationship with Shimokawa."

A surge of heat rose within him, his masculine blood burning, and Naga immediately asked, "What is it?"

An's eyes instantly filled with hatred.

"We're begging you to help us get revenge on that woman!"

(Thirty-six)

Tsk tsk... So this mixed-race beauty is actually the illegitimate daughter of the big boss. Naga looked at the materials Kae had sent on his computer and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

The company he worked for was a very small branch of the parent company. As the main company's giant corporation, it was practically the big boss's family business. And Fujibayashi Ami was that man's daughter. The mother was a moderately famous mixed-race celebrity, just beginning to make a name for herself in the entertainment industry, when this man took a liking to her and used various means to bring her into his household.

Perhaps as punishment, the man had slept with thousands of women, yet left no sons. Several attempts at IVF to conceive male babies all resulted in their deaths before the age of one.

Only two daughters grew up healthy, both children of his mistresses.

Perhaps overwhelmed by this situation, his third wife died two years ago from a serious illness. This allowed his two illegitimate daughters to enter the family and gain the opportunity to inherit the family fortune with their husbands after marriage.

Unfortunately, Fujibayashi Ami has an extremely strong psychological aversion to men and is a thoroughly sadistic homosexual. After joining this company, she instead targeted unsuspecting female colleagues.

Presumably to prove the authenticity of her information, she attached some photos with altered faces.

These were supposedly resigning colleagues who couldn't tolerate it anymore, willing to risk having their photos and videos made public to break ties. Kae had originally planned to do the same, but the information she gathered revealed that none of her predecessors had been able to successfully start a new life; anonymous photos could easily ruin any beginning they had made.

Kae and An couldn't think of an effective counterattack either. After much deliberation, they decided to retaliate against the woman using the same methods. Once they had leverage over her, at least they wouldn't have to worry about Ami forcibly interfering with their lives after their escape.

It was clear that the two of them, already "trained" women, weren't enough to handle this alone, and seeking help from men indiscriminately risked harming themselves. The two poor girls discussed it for a long time, and after drinking to bolster their courage, they tentatively called Naga.

If she really was the big boss's illegitimate daughter, she might become the heir in the future; to really harm her would be gambling with their own future. Currently, her relationship with Miku was thriving, and reason told her she shouldn't get involved in such a dangerous matter.

But the thought of gaining the alluring bodies of three beauties, perhaps even the seemingly cold-blooded Department Head Kuroki, made resisting such temptation an almost impossible task for any man.

Looking at the almost perfect naked lower body shown in Fujibayashi Akemi's photo, Naga couldn't help but adjust his underwear to position his erect penis more comfortably.

Miku probably wouldn't know… Naga licked his dry lips, making a decision in his heart.

If he could successfully control this woman, his life would be completely different. Imagining Akemi writhing naked beneath him with a look of disgust, Naga rubbed the swollen mass inside his underwear and reluctantly crawled into bed. His

distracting thoughts made it a long time before he finally fell asleep. The familiar feeling of weightlessness told him he had entered someone else's dream again.

Although Yui hadn't appeared for a long time, his research into the abilities of dream eaters had never stopped. Through a private discussion forum for ability users, he guessed that he had probably reached the stage of having the ability to peep into dreams.

If it develops further, it will gradually gain the autonomous ability to devour dreams, instead of being as clueless as a lottery.

The darkness lasted a long time, and Naga couldn't determine whose dream this was. Just as he was getting impatient, a narrow crack suddenly appeared in the darkness.

It was the crack of a Japanese-style sliding door, and the pink light shining through it was dim and filled with an ambiguous, erotic atmosphere. He looked around; apart from the crack, everything was still pitch black.

It seemed this dream was blurry enough that only the crack remained as its core.

Since there was no physical form in someone else's dream, Naga easily passed through the sliding door and entered the room.

He had expected to see something very erotic, but the room was empty, devoid of anything. Only the hooks hanging from the ceiling and the lewd props scattered haphazardly on the tatami mats suggested that this was an excellent place for SM, or rather, the room existed specifically for this purpose.

Naga sat cross-legged in the center of the room, waiting for something meaningful to appear.

He waited a long time, until his alarm clock woke him up, bringing him back to reality. The room remained empty.

Like a dreamer, he simply stared silently at the empty room in his dream, thinking nothing.

Using the knowledge he'd recently crammed about dreams to explain, the possessor of such an incompletely observable dream either possesses an extremely strong will or has completely shut himself off from the world.

If it were Fujibayashi Ami, which one would it be?

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