[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 10

【[pos]The Dream Eater of Erotic Tales】 3

(Seventeen) In the days leading up to the weekend, Naga clearly felt the increasing enthusiasm of his female colleagues. Apart from Department Head Kuroki and Assistant Fujibayashi, who never looked at men directly, remaining unmoved, even Kobayashi An's appearances around him had noticeably increased. It was equally obvious that this was not a pleasant thing for Miku, who had always been responsible for assigning him work. Occasionally, when Miku stared at An, she seemed like a female animal whose territory had been invaded, feeling dissatisfied.

Naga, who was certain that Miku had feelings for him, was already worried about how to get her into bed. Given her jealous nature at this moment, it seemed almost impossible for him to get his hands on any other charming girls in the company.

But leaving such a beautiful piece of meat that was delivered right to his mouth, coupled with the occasional recollection of the ultimate pleasure brought by Miku's taut and delicate body in his dream that day, made Naga feel unwilling from the bottom of his heart.

Another issue he was concerned about was what his next dream would bring him. Men often can't figure out how much they truly desire, or what those desires are. Besides money and women, they're still passionate about so many other things. Naga carefully examined himself and realized he wasn't a very ambitious person. He had almost no desire for power, and his other desires were too specific—for example, wanting to pursue Tabe Yui, wanting to sleep with many women, wanting a really cool sports car… Clearly, these weren't related to what he dreamed of. Fortunately

… he already had a job, charm, and a strong body. Even if he didn't get anything else, these three things were enough to make him grateful.

As his ambitions grew, Naga naturally changed his previously drafted list of suitors. Women of Maeda Reiko's caliber were now out of his dating pool, falling into the category of being acceptable if given the chance.

For the time being, he didn't have any higher ambitions for his career, so his desire for women naturally took the lead.

After much hesitation, he still wrote Kobayashi An's name first in his notebook.

A beauty mark sits slightly above the right corner of her lip. Aside from that, Kobayashi An's face is practically flawless. Her hair is always neatly styled in a bun, her makeup is flawless, and her soft face and delicate features make her the perfect woman to be a beautiful and capable housewife. Indeed,

she's not good at many tasks; she's the second HR member, after Miku, who requires him to clean up her messes, giving him the impression that "Ah, so all you need in HR is beauty."

She's also the only one among the company's beautiful women who brings her own lunch every day. This makes Naga even more convinced that marrying her would be far less likely to lead to regret than letting Miku become Mrs. Yumeno.

Scratching his stubble, Naga gradually realizes that his reason for deliberately avoiding Miku as a potential suitor is actually quite simple; everything else is just an excuse.

It's simply because Miku has expressed very clear affection, even approaching the point of pursuing him.

There's a group of people in this world—mostly men—with a peculiar mindset. They prefer to go to great lengths to pursue women rather than let them approach them. Naga now realizes he might be one of them; otherwise, he wouldn't have known that Miku was more than a match for him in every way, yet still had no thoughts other than sleeping with her.

Maybe he should try asking Kobayashi An out this weekend. Naga hesitated for a moment, then decided to stick to his original plan.

It wouldn't matter if he failed; he still had Miku. This thought made him feel somewhat elated, after all, he was usually the one who was the backup option.

Once again, he sincerely expressed his gratitude to that unknown god, and started working to make up for the time wasted on overthinking.

Today was Friday; if he didn't finish his work, he wouldn't be able to catch An, who always left work on time without hesitation. Hmm… he'd probably have to work overtime on

Saturday. Where should he ask her out on Sunday? For a first date, something simple and ordinary would be better, right? How about the fountain park?

As excitement and tension increased, distracting thoughts couldn't be completely banished until Miku appeared in the office. A single announcement shattered the bubble

of fantasy in Naga's mind.

"The Sunday duty schedule is out. Please check your emails." Undoubtedly , as a newcomer , Naga was one of the two people on duty in the central office area. **************** ... Actually, the chances weren't great this time, because Miku was on duty in the HR department, and other departments also had staff on duty. If it really came down to a real fight, it would be strange if he didn't get fired. So he was just using this fantasy to comfort himself. Fortunately, something comforting happened on Sunday. In the library across the street, he saw Tabe Yui again. This time she was wearing casual clothes, a very simple and unadorned outfit, her long skirt extending all the way to her ankles, only revealing a glimpse of her ordinary white sneakers. It seems... she might not be some rich girl after all. Just as he was about to go over and say hello, she noticed him. She gave him a gentle and charming smile, nodded slightly like an acquaintance, and turned to walk into the library. "She remembers me..." Although it wasn't through any cool methods, he had at least left a mark on the heart of the girl he had fallen for at first sight. Naga excitedly clenched his fist under his ribs, feeling much lighter, and whistled as he walked into the building. Koga Yu was already buried in her work in the office early in the morning. Perhaps due to the intense "part-time job" the night before, her "good morning" sounded rather listless. Calling it overtime was really just about ensuring someone was available to handle emergencies on weekends; with the generous overtime pay, those on the duty roster not only didn't complain, but usually felt lucky. While fetching water, Naga accidentally saw Maeda Reiko, who was on duty, already browsing entertainment news. If he hadn't sacrificed a date, he would have thought this leisurely overtime was quite nice. He knew that in the same office building, there were terrifying companies that worked for months on end without a break, often until late at night. If he worked there, forget about dates; he probably wouldn't even have the energy to masturbate when he got home late. Before ten o'clock, the morning's scheduled work was completely finished. When he went to the HR department for the final report, even Miku was already wearing headphones and gently swaying to music. Bored, Naga leaned back comfortably in his chair and began staring blankly at the ceiling. Compared to his previous life, which was almost completely cut off from real women, he now felt like he was in paradise. If he could successfully get to know and develop a relationship with Tabe Yui, he would be so happy that he wouldn't know who to thank.

"Yumeno-kun, are you done with your work?" Yu stood in front of the HR department, holding a black folder, and asked him a little shyly.

"Uh... I'm done. What can I do for you?" Yumeno immediately stood up. Even though he and Koga had that kind of relationship, the senior-junior relationship in the company should not be messed up.

Yu smiled, "Since it's physical work, I'll have to trouble you, Yumeno-kun. Please help me organize the archives."

Miku's smiling voice came from the HR department office: "Don't be so polite to him. That was the work I was going to ask him to do anyway. You volunteering to do it is already helping him."

Naga immediately added, "Yes, I should thank Koga-senpai."

It wasn't that he had suddenly become passionate about his work, but rather that he saw Yu wink at him charmingly after she finished speaking, which was a very obvious signal.

As soon as they entered the archives, Yu locked the latch from the inside, hooked her arms around Naga's neck, and her expression instantly changed, as if she were a completely different person. She chuckled and said, "It seems that if it's just organizing things with you, Ms. Shimokawa won't be jealous."

She had a faint perfume scent on her, the same scent he had smelled in his dream. He lowered his head and sniffed the nape of her neck, not wanting to talk about Miku at this moment. People who love to gossip are often the ones being gossiped about. Rumors that Miku had feelings for him had already been circulating in the office for the past few days. "Hmm... it's Alice's scent."

Yu frowned, leaned back against the filing cabinet, and looked at him questioningly. "Alice... she shouldn't have seen you before."

“Well…” Naga smiled, “Just pretend we met in a dream.” He turned to look at the archives and was surprised to find it quite tidy. “This… doesn’t seem like there’s anything that needs organizing.”

Yu put her index finger to her lips and pulled him deeper into the archives. “I started organizing a couple of days ago, and now only the very back is left unfinished. Don’t let Shimokawa-san know.” (The following text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam: Family dating, couple dating communities have tons of innocent, promiscuous women waiting to be taken advantage of! QQ, MSN, etc., are mainly for young girls and conservative women without other ideas, basically no chance there. 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 enter and exit, making it a more ideal place.)

There were only two rows of shelves left. Even if one person were to tidy them up, it wouldn't take an hour. Naga stroked the hand Yu was holding, deliberately asking, "Then... Koga-senpai, there's nothing more I can help with here. What should I do?"

"Yumeno-kun..." Yu sighed, uttering his name, turning and leaning against the only table at the back, her bright, moist eyes fixed on him. "Koga Yu doesn't need your help anymore, but Alice needs you."

It seemed she must have been sexually frustrated by some pot-bellied politician last night. Naga smirked, walking up to her, his hands slipping under her waist and resting on the table behind her. "Whether it's Alice or Koga-senpai, I'd be happy to help."

Yu chuckled softly, boldly reaching down to his crotch, stroking his genitals through his pants. "You must have fantasized about having an affair somewhere in the company where no one can see, right?"

"That's right," Naga replied, spreading his legs slightly, panting, "and I especially fantasize about having an affair with a beautiful and seductive office lady like you."

"Mmm... then let Alice serve you well." Teasing Naga's senses with a lewd voice, Yu twisted her body and squatted down. "It's been so long since I've seen your big thing. I really miss the feeling of that thing filling my mouth completely."

"Don't be shy, please enjoy." Naga laughed, unbuckling his belt and thrusting his hips forward.

Pulling down the zipper, Yu quickly pulled his underwear and trousers down to his knees, her smooth fingers grasping the swollen shaft, rubbing her cheek against the purplish-red glans. "Mmm... it feels even bigger than last time. My mouth can't hold it all."

"It smells bad, Yumeno-kun must not have showered yesterday, right?" Yu looked up at him, her lips pressed against the glans, speaking indistinctly.

Enjoying the pleasure of the glans rubbing against soft lips, Naga replied in a low, husky voice, "I haven't washed it. You can clean it for me now."

Yu turned her head and carefully smeared saliva on every part of the penis with her tongue, panting softly, "I'll make sure your little brother is spotless." After saying that, her round red lips slurped up and swallowed most of the penis in one gulp.

Stimulating the base of the glans with her tongue, Yu also moved her head slightly, skillfully using her mouth to give Naga pleasure that was no less than that of her genitals.

"Hiss... Mmm..." Saliva filled the space between her lips and penis, making different sounds as it slid in different directions.

While serving Naga with her mouth, Yu unbuttoned her bow tie and buttons, her eyes becoming even more watery, and pulled Naga's hand to her chest.

Slightly bending over, she reached through the open slit and pushed up her bra, Naga forcefully grasping the two soft, plump mounds of flesh, and began to caress and play with them at will. The nipples were already hard, rubbing against his palm like flower buds.

The pleasure from the oral sex had built up to a sufficient level, and Naga reluctantly pulled back, lifting her up by her armpits.

The height of the table was just right for Naga's height. Yu removed her skirt and stockings, spread her legs, placed her feet on the edge of the table, and offered her full mons pubis. The height of his erect penis was perfect for a comfortable penetration.

He haphazardly pulled aside the fabric of her silk panties, revealing her vulva already glistening with nectar. Naga, panting heavily, embraced Yu's buttocks and moved forward quickly.

His penis, aimed at the wet opening, smoothly slid into Yu's body. Her soft labia gripped tightly, sucking on the swollen shaft. When the glans hit the cervix, Yu let out a long, high-pitched moan, her watery eyes narrowed, and her half-naked body trembled with pleasure.

"It's so...so good..." The penis began to move inside her, and Yu, her body tingling from the friction, softly braced herself on the table with her elbows, raising her legs and placing them on Naga's shoulders, freeing her support to her back, her buttocks arching to meet the man's powerful thrusts.

"It would be bad if someone knocked on the door..." Naga spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, leaning forward and kneading her breasts as he thrust, the copious amounts of fluid from their union creating a sound like stepping on rain-soaked ground.

Yu gripped his wrist, biting her lip to suppress her moans, and said between heavy breaths, "No...it's okay, you, you just...do it...that's it. I...ahhh, I'm already...so comfortable."

It seemed that last night's customer had completely left poor Alice in a state of unsatisfied desire; as soon as she finished speaking, she excitedly threw her head back, the veins in her neck bulging, clearly having reached orgasm.

Holding her feet high, Naga began to increase the intensity, withdrawing his glans until the petals were fully open, before thrusting it fiercely into her already softened core.

"Mmm! Mmm!" Yu, who dared not cry out, blushed deeply, her hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly they left marks.

She really could hold back! Intending to see just how far Yu could suppress her cries, Naga mustered his strength, suppressing the sweet, itchy sensation around his glans. He first rubbed quickly and gently against the vaginal opening, then thrust wildly as if trying to turn the tender flesh inside out, repeating this cycle a dozen times.

Yu's toes curled first, then spread open, her white, tender feet twisting and turning forcefully around her ankles, as if she couldn't bear the endless pleasure from the depths of her soft, sweet vulva without tensing her lower body muscles.

"Ahhh—Ugh—! Ughhhhh… Ugh!" The convulsing female body was completely lost in the climax, Alice's seductive charm becoming the dominant force of the half-naked OL. She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, her eyes tightly closed.

With the powerful contractions around the penis, seeing the intoxicating blush appearing on Yu's fair breasts through her open shirt, Naga couldn't help but clench his buttocks, thrusting towards the climax.

"Ugh—!" With a muffled moan, Naga's penis began to ejaculate violently. He gripped Yu's sweaty breasts, pressing them tightly together, the essence of life pouring into her throbbing uterus in streams.

The physical pleasure and the satisfaction of having an affair in such a place intertwined, making Naga feel a wonderful dizziness. His heart was pounding so fiercely in his chest that he felt as if it was about to hit his ribs.

Hmm… And this wasn't a dream… Naga lay contentedly on top of Yu, his cheek pressed against her hard nipples, slowly calming his rapid breathing.

For about five or six minutes, neither of them spoke. Then, Yu took out her phone from the pocket of her open coat, glanced at the time, and whispered, "Hmm... 10:30."

"What's wrong?" Naga asked casually, a small part of his semi-erect penis still inside her.

"I haven't felt this good in so long..." Yu seemed to recall that dream, her red tongue darting out and slowly tracing a circle on her lips.

"You know... cleaning such a big room, taking more than an hour isn't too long, is it?" Naga saw through her meaning and said with a smile.

"Yes... but, don't you need to rest for a bit?" Yu said, but her lower mouth clenched tightly around the glans that was still inside.

"With your amazing mouth, there's definitely no problem." Naga stroked her lips, still savoring her nimble tongue and enchanting oral skills.

"Come on up... I don't want to move anymore." In a coquettish tone, Yu's smooth, cool hand caressed Naga's cheek.

Well… alright, this table is sturdy enough anyway.

Naga nodded in satisfaction, took off his pants and tossed them onto a chair, then climbed onto the table. Since the space wasn't large, he turned upside down and squatted above Yu.

Reaching out, she grabbed his penis and unhesitatingly put it in her mouth, swallowing it until her lips kissed his testicles. Keeping the head in the position, her wet, warm mouth allowed her smooth tongue to skillfully stimulate the most sensitive areas of the man.

Her fingers weren't idle either, stroking from the wrinkled scrotum all the way to the anus with a few black hairs.

The penis gradually swelled, and the tilted head position made it difficult for her to maintain a smooth sucking angle. She spat out the penis and began kissing from the base backward, her magical tongue caressing the sensitive perineum and circling the man's anus.

When the wonderful pleasure of the tongue squeezing into his anus came from his anus, Naga's penis became erect again.

Yu patiently stroked his penis with her gloved hand, her tongue like a small red snake, licking, drilling, and sucking in the center of his anus, while her free left hand gently caressed Naga's buttocks.

His lust quickly reached its peak, and Naga impatiently jumped down, not even waiting for Yu to lift her legs herself, he grabbed her and flipped her over, pulling her panties down to her ankles and thrusting hard into her high, peach-shaped buttocks.

"Ah... umm, um! Ugh..." Sexy moans and beast-like panting once again became the only melody in the archives room.

(19) "Hey, why did you come back alone? Where's Koga? You wouldn't be so rude as to leave her alone over there organizing, would you?" It

was almost lunchtime, and as soon as Naga returned to her seat, Miku, who was sitting in Koga's seat listening to music, quickly bombarded her with a barrage of questions.

Naga scratched his head, cleared his throat to make sure his voice wasn't as hoarse as before, and then replied, "No, it's all done. Koga-senpai wasn't feeling well and went to the restroom."

Even after resting for nearly twenty minutes, Koga Yu still looked like he was still aroused, and it seemed the angle of his last ejaculation in her mouth was off, causing him to choke and cough profusely. Even

without going to the restroom, the semen stains on his clothes were enough to explain it, not to mention his flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips from the friction of his penis.

To cover it up, Yu deliberately made himself look disheveled when he returned, his upper body covered in water stains, complaining, "Ugh...how annoying, even the faucet is playing tricks on me. Oh, Shimokawa, you're here."

"Yeah, I'm the only one on duty in the HR department, so boring." Miku got up to make room for him, pulled out her earphones and put them in her pocket.

"It's lunchtime...it's gone by so quickly." Yu said with a smile, straightening his back as usual and sitting demurely in his seat.

Only Naga knew that beneath her skirt and stockings, a thick layer of toilet paper was lining the bottom of her underwear; his semen had probably soaked it through.

Women were truly terrifying; even in this situation, she could chat with her colleagues as if nothing was wrong. Naga shook his head in admiration and turned off his computer screen.

Because overtime was common at other companies, the cafeteria on the first floor remained open on weekends. Perhaps to avoid suspicion, Yu had arranged to go to the fast-food restaurant across the street with Miku and Reiko; the remaining colleagues weren't close enough to eat together. So he had to carry his tray alone, finding a quiet spot where he wouldn't attract attention, and sat down quietly.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" A clear and gentle voice politely inquired.

To Naga, this voice was like heavenly music. He excitedly looked up, nodded, and was about to speak when he choked on a grain of rice, his face turning red as he coughed violently.

It seemed to be fate; whenever Yumeno Naga was in front of this high school girl named Tabe Yuai, she couldn't possibly maintain any semblance of an image.

"Ah, so it's you..." Yuai covered her delicate red lips, speaking with a slight smile.

"Uh... um, this... it's... it's me." She stopped coughing, but the redness on her face didn't fade at all; it was burning hot, not from shyness, but from sheer embarrassment.

"This time you didn't turn and run away, Mr. Strange." Yuai used a cute tone to address him in this somewhat awkward way.

At least it was better than being misunderstood as a pervert, Naga tried to comfort herself in vain. "Um... uh, my name is Yumeno Naga, ah, the kanji is Nara as in Nara, and Kaga as in Kaga."

"Tabe Yuai. But it seems you already know." Yuai smiled sweetly, pouring miso soup over the small bowl of white rice in front of her.

“Actually,” Naga’s confidence had grown considerably, and she was no longer lingering in the awkward atmosphere, “I happened to be sitting across from you at the library last time. I saw your name on your library card.”

“It was the library.” Yui’s fair face wore a warm smile. “But I always believed that Mr. Strange couldn’t be a stalker. Stalkers wouldn’t be so shameless.” As she spoke, she playfully pinched her thumb and forefinger together, as if his skin had no thickness at all.

“Uh… I’m so sorry about that.” I just wanted to get to know you, but for some reason, Naga still couldn’t quite bring herself to say that part naturally. “It’s

nothing. It’s the first time someone has ever hit on me, and I’m actually a little happy about it.” Yui covered her mouth and laughed. Above her smooth forehead, her jet-black hair was neatly combed and tied into a lively short ponytail at the back of her head.

If something so lame can be called hitting on someone, then every playboy in Japan would be laughing their head off.

"I haven't had much time to go to the library lately, and I really don't remember ever seeing you." Yui casually made conversation, her head slightly lowered, making the curve of her face appear even softer.

"April 4th," he said excitedly, "I'll never forget that day." Forgetting to hide his overwhelming excitement, he quickly continued, "That day... I got hired by this company, it was a huge day for me." Naga timidly concealed the real reason, wondering if Yui would be shocked to know he'd fallen for her at first sight. "

That's amazing, the companies in this building are all very good. It would be wonderful if I could work in this building after I graduate." Yui finished speaking before putting a bite of rice in her mouth. Girls who are mindful of their speech while eating are practically extinct these days.

However, Naga could still tell that Yui's family wasn't as prominent as he'd feared.

Her current ambition was to become an office lady, her lunch was a very ordinary rice dish with sauce, and her casual clothes were from very common brands.

Perhaps… the only obstacle to pursuing her seems to be the age gap between them.

“Mr. Strange, do you also like reading?” Yui looked at him with interest, tilting her head. Since he said they met by chance at the library, the question seemed quite reasonable.

Naga tried to find common ground with her, naturally nodding and saying, “Yes, uh… but I don’t read anything too profound.” It was best not to make any promises too readily; if Yui’s reading was too sophisticated, he, who only read light novels and comics, could easily brush it off. “What

kind of novels do you like to read?” Sure enough, this time Yui’s tone wasn’t as expectant. It seemed she felt her tastes lacked mainstream appeal.

Naga was a little nervous. He felt that if he didn’t answer well, he might accidentally send a ball that was supposed to be in the strike zone flying high into the infield, gifting the catcher a huge win.

Damn it… how am I supposed to swing to get to base safely?! Naga looked at the table in distress, just in time to see the prominent title of the half-book peeking out from under Yui’s elbow: *The History of Human Dreams*. The author's name was in illegible katakana, something like Anthony Stevens something.

A flash of inspiration struck him: the last time he saw her, wasn't she flipping through that book, *The Interpretation of Dreams*, which even those who didn't go to school much might have heard of?

Fortunately, Naga, with his talent for dreaming, couldn't possibly be unaware of that old man Freud. He composed himself and carefully said, "Most of the time I read novels that don't require much brainpower. I especially like things related to dreams. Heh, is it a bit silly for someone my age to still be interested in dreams?"

This wasn't exactly a lie. During his most passionate period of dreaming, Naga had also read some science-related books, but given his learning ability, he was grateful he could recall even the slightest bit now.

“No, that’s not true!” Yui raised her head, her eyes bright and clear. She said earnestly, “Dreams are the most wondrous things in the world. Really, nothing can compare to dreams.”

Perhaps it was because her name sounded the same as “dream,” but the fervent look in Yui’s eyes when she talked about dreams surprised Naga.

“Your surname also has the character for ‘dream,’ that’s wonderful,” Yui said with envy, pursing her lips as she put the rice on her spoon into her mouth.

“You… like these books about dreams?” Seeing that she was almost finished eating, Naga quickly tried to prolong the conversation. Yui

nodded, swallowed what was in her mouth, and then said seriously, “I like reading all books related to dreams. But I rarely read comics or novels now; I need more analysis and research.”

“Why did you think of studying this?” Naga asked, puzzled. What he dreamed about was what he cared about; as for why he dreamed or how he dreamed, he had absolutely no interest.

“Because I want to become a very powerful person. If you don’t understand dreams, you can only rely on talent.”

Yui used the strange word “type” instead of “individual,” and Naga couldn’t help but ask, “What kind of person?”

Yui’s eyes completely attracted Naga. She mysteriously closed the distance between them and whispered a word.

“Dream Eater.”

(20) Although it was the first time he had heard this term, at that moment Naga clearly felt that he was definitely among the people referred to by this term. He took the opportunity to ask Yui for more information about this kind of person, but since Yui had only just begun to look for information, her knowledge was still vague.

She only had a guess about this kind of person, which was that they could materialize some things deep in their own dreams by invading and devouring the dreams of others. The stronger the dream invasion and devouring, the richer the reward.

Very few people have this talent, because few people are so immersed in beautiful dreams that they cannot extricate themselves, and this is precisely the key to the awakening of the Dream Eater’s ability.

Yui knew this because she had a senior who was a Dream Eater. Through a few clumsy attempts at devouring and intrusion, she dropped out of high school before finishing and became the eldest daughter-in-law of a powerful family conglomerate in the city, living the life of a wealthy young lady she had dreamed of since childhood.

Yui was her only friend. During a conversation in a coffee shop, she confided her secret to Yui and asked her to investigate the details of this ability so she could use it more freely.

However, more than a month had passed, and she had only managed to glean the name "Dream Eater" and some fragmented explanations from strange books and fortune tellers of dubious credibility.

Yui had no choice but to shift her focus to dreams, starting from that aspect.

However, most of her research focused on the psychological aspects, which left Yui somewhat disappointed.

Watching her pale fingers frantically slide across the heavy book covers, Naga almost blurted out that she was also a Dream Eater.

"I'm sorry for talking so much nonsense." Looking at the time, Yui bowed her head a little embarrassedly and apologized. "I rarely have anyone willing to listen to me like this, thank you, Mr. Strange."

Hmm… aside from the somewhat inappropriate way she addressed him, this lunch was definitely his most satisfying encounter.

To further develop their relationship, Naga decided to brush up on his knowledge. Before going to work in the afternoon, he went to the library across the street and got a library card. On the recommendation of the strong-looking female librarian, he borrowed a copy of David Fontana's *The Map of Dreams*.

Next time they chat, at least he wouldn't just be a passive listener. Naga opened the book, inhaling the fresh scent of ink. Judging from its pristine condition, it seemed few people were interested in this kind of knowledge…

The afternoon's overtime was even more tedious than the morning's. Koga Yu, thoroughly satisfied, even had a lazy, contented look on his face. He settled comfortably in his chair, organizing data on his computer. Naga, still somewhat excited by their lunchtime encounter, sent Yu an email, only to receive a reply that sounded like a pleading plea: "My lower body is swollen, please, another day, okay?"

He could only agree. He

opened the book and read a few pages. Naturally bad at long passages of text, Naga's eyelids quickly grew heavy. He quickly stuffed the bookmark in, straightened his back, and put on his headphones, listening to a piece of heavy metal that sounded almost like noise to perk himself up.

He hadn't expected to adapt to the normal work rhythm so quickly. This idleness felt strange now; recalling his lifeless, shut-in existence not long ago felt like a lifetime ago.

"Yumeno-kun, do you have any plans after work?" At the end of the workday, Maeda Reiko waited by the corridor wall with a somewhat expectant smile, carefully observing him before making an invitation.

"No. Does Maeda-senpai have any suggestions?" Miku should still be listening to music in the office; she shouldn't have a chance to cause trouble this time.

"Um… actually, there's a mixer today, with several companies upstairs. It's at the small bar around the corner." It seemed to be the first time she'd proactively invited a man; she lowered her head slightly as she spoke, a blush rising on her full cheeks. "There's a man who was supposed to… uh, but something came up and he can't make it. If Yumeno-kun doesn't mind, could you come along? If you could help, no one would be left out."

Naga wasn't particularly interested in this kind of mixer—a mixed bag of dates, one-night stands, and dates—but he was somewhat interested in Reiko, and he was indeed quite bored that evening.

Before Miku could cause trouble, Naga patted Reiko on the back and walked into the elevator with her. "Okay, let's go together then."

The meeting place was a medium-sized private room in a bar. They could be loud without getting complaints from the neighbors. The dim lighting was enough to blur the subtle flaws in faces, and combined with the effects of alcohol, it was undoubtedly the perfect place for women to strike an opportune moment.

Plus, there was a love hotel nearby, showing the organizers were very experienced.

The host was a short man with acne, and judging from his gaze, which always returned to its original spot, his target was the petite but well-built office lady next to him. Contrary to Naga's expectations, the men didn't swarm around the most attractive women like mosquitoes chasing blood. Instead, they pragmatically chose the ones with the best chance of success and launched their attacks. Reiko wasn't particularly outstanding among the women present, yet she was still approached by two or three men in turn, while the two prettiest girls were largely ignored.

However, the two beauties' overly arrogant demeanor was also a factor. In this kind of setting, risking embarrassment to challenge a difficult task was certainly not the route these testosterone-driven men would choose.

Reiko seemed to be attending this kind of social event for the first time, nervously clenching her fists on her knees and occasionally glancing at Naga for help.

But Naga was somewhat preoccupied with her; a girl with a few freckles but a rather cute face was actively chatting with him. He neither understood nor wanted to refuse such women who approached him unsolicited.

After a few drinks, the conversation became more varied. Some of the guys who were close to winning had already switched seats and were whispering amongst themselves, while the girls, feigning shyness, were also enjoying themselves.

It was foreseeable that at least three or four men would make it to home base tonight.

A tall, reasonably good-looking man also moved next to Reiko, whispering in her ear, presumably discussing their date after the social event. Reiko seemed to want to refuse, but didn't know how to start, her expression shifting between hesitation and confusion.

Naga sat down next to the freckled girl named Moko, who boldly rested her head on his shoulder, clearly expressing her affection. This natural intimacy left Reiko unsure how to ask for help.

A woman like her was completely unsuitable for this kind of mixer. Naga let the cold beer roll on his tongue, weighed the situation in his mind, and then whispered to Moko, whose ears were burning with excitement, "Moko, I have something to do tonight. Remember my number, we can contact each other later."

"Ah? Naga's leaving already... I wanted to continue our date somewhere else," Moko pouted coquettishly, her rosy cheeks particularly alluring in the dim light. Undoubtedly, if he stayed until the mixer ended, taking this girl to a hotel for the night would be effortless, and judging from her personality, there wouldn't be any problems.

“There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. We live in the same building, we'll meet again eventually.” Naga used all his composure to apologize softly to those around him before leaving the now-drunk room.

He walked to the bar entrance, letting the cool breeze clear his head, then took out his phone and dialed Reiko's number.

Five or six minutes later, a somewhat disheveled Reiko came running out, clutching her skirt. Her shoulder-length hair was unkempt, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty cheeks.

“I'm so relieved! Thank you so much!” Reiko thanked him gratefully, then lowered her head in disappointment. “It's so embarrassing. I invited you, and you see me like this.”

Naga lit a cigarette and smiled, “Has Maeda-senpai never attended a party like this before?” Reiko

shook her head. “I've thought about attending before, but… I always felt I lacked the courage. I never expected it to be like this.” Naga

offered some words of comfort: “Not all parties are like this. There are also purely matchmaking events, but they certainly wouldn't be in a place like this.” He glanced at his watch… "Let's walk somewhere else first, so that no one else sees us. That wouldn't be good."

Reiko nodded, somewhat dejected. "I thought it would be a good opportunity to meet new friends, but it turned out like this... I'm so sorry, Yumeno-kun."

Reiko wasn't very tall, and her clothes, which had been a bit disheveled inside, weren't completely straightened. Walking next to Naga, he could clearly see her fair skin, damp and smooth, just by glancing to the side. Perhaps because of her voluptuous figure, the area around her collarbone looked very fleshy, making one want to gently bite it.

“Reiko,” Naga said, ending their rambling conversation after walking two blocks. Since even the form of address had changed, it was time to consider what to do next. For a woman with her personality, a direct and assertive approach should suffice. “Are you sure you’re okay going home so late?”

Reiko blinked, still slightly dazed from the alcohol. “I share an apartment with a friend. She usually doesn’t want to go home until late at night. Now, when I get home, I just watch TV alone.” Seemingly helpless about her loneliness, Reiko’s shoulders slumped.

“Then… how about we go for another drink?” Naga tried to maintain a calm and gentle tone, even though the animalistic instincts in his blood were already burning under the influence of alcohol. “Anyway, I’m alone when I get home.”

Although his parents’ opinions of him had changed somewhat since he started working, their focus was still on his outstanding younger brother. Even if he didn’t come home all night, his parents might not even call him.

Of course, this was just wishful thinking on his part; after all, he had never stayed out all night before.

Tonight, perhaps he could try. The last time he slept with a woman in a hotel was back in high school. The only memory he had of her was his girlfriend's face, showing a liberated expression as she looked at her blood-stained underwear—just like how dating him until she lost her virginity was all about doing what people her age were supposed to do without being ridiculed.

"Hmm..." It was getting late, and Reiko wasn't unaware of what accepting a man's invitation at this point would mean. She frowned, hesitating without answering.

"You don't want to go home alone so early after your first mixer, do you?" As if a voice was instructing him, Naga grabbed her arm. With such a hesitant woman, he should just follow his own instincts. Before she figured things out, there was enough time for many things to happen—a knowledge welling up from the bottom of his heart told him this fact that made him look forward to tonight.

Sure enough, Reiko couldn't bring herself to strongly object. Although she still looked somewhat troubled, she followed his steps, her body pressed against his under his control.

"Has Reiko ever had a boyfriend before?" Naga asked casually, not giving Reiko any time to calm down, and headed straight for an izakaya across from a hotel.

“Uh… I had a boyfriend during my junior college years,” Reiko answered honestly. “But he wasn’t really serious about it, so… uh… I got dumped.”

“Oh, that guy really had no taste.”

“Yumeno-kun, don’t joke with me…”

Half an hour later, Reiko, her cheeks flushed, nestled softly against Naga’s side and walked out of the izakaya without much resistance, heading towards the hotel entrance, its neon lights flashing with ambiguous light.

(Twenty-one) While Reiko was taking a shower, Naga called home to be on the safe side, telling his parents that he was out drinking with his colleagues and wouldn’t be back for a long time. After a flat response, he simply told them to drink less.

After hanging up, he turned off his phone, jumped onto the soft bed, and stretched his limbs contentedly. His body felt exceptionally relaxed after the shower, as if an endless stream of energy could flow from it.

He deliberately lingered a while while showering, giving Reiko some time, since if things were handled too half-heartedly, it would inevitably be awkward when they worked together in the future.

Fortunately, when Reiko came out wrapped in a bath towel, she didn't run away. She just blushed, lowered her head, and whispered, "Well... I'll go in and shower too," before quickly fleeing into the bathroom.

It seemed she had mentally prepared herself.

It took Reiko almost an hour to finally finish showering. Naga shifted his gaze from the television program to her long hair, which was coiled behind her head. "Reiko, let your hair down."

"Okay..." Reiko obediently raised her arms, loosened her tangled hair, shook her head, and let her wet black hair fall loose.

"Wow..." Naga exclaimed softly, then casually turned off the television.

Perhaps it was because modern clothes strive to accentuate the allure of slender beauties, or perhaps this woman simply didn't know how to dress herself, but when the clothes, which only served a negative purpose, were replaced by a thin bath towel, her voluptuous, alluring, healthy, and mature female body, like Venus, radiated a burning sensuality.

"Your boyfriend... he definitely hasn't seen what you look like now." Naihe's voice became low and husky, his gaze sweeping over her fair and full chest, slowly moving to her round and smooth calves.

"Maybe, maybe I'm too fat, he's not interested... not interested in me..." It seems that inferiority complex has been fermenting in this woman's heart. Reiko looked at the carpet diagonally in front of her and said somewhat nervously, "Am I... ugly?"

It's really thanks to the abundance of beautiful women in this company that Reiko probably already feels like she's an unmarriageable woman. Otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to that kind of matchmaking invitation with such a clear purpose.

Fortunately, I didn't miss it. Naihe curled the corners of his mouth, stood up and walked to her, lifted her chin, and looked down at her flushed face. "Have you forgotten that not long ago, several men took turns making advances on you? I guarantee that every one of them wanted to switch places with me now."

"Reiko, haven't you come to a hotel with your boyfriend?" He pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, put his arms around her waist from behind, and asked curiously.

In this era, virgins like Miku are already rare. Reiko is over twenty-five; surely she has some experience? Although he's confident in his dreams that he can make a woman's first time pleasurable, Naga doesn't have that confidence in reality. The shadow left by his ex-girlfriend still lingers in his heart. Reiko

said very softly, "I've never been before, but... but I... I have experience." As if recalling an unpleasant memory, Reiko turned her head away. "I had just been dumped and was very sad. A junior went drinking with me. In the alley behind, I hadn't even taken off my clothes. We were just standing face to face. I lifted my leg, and my underwear was still hanging on my ankle... But I don't know if it was because I was drunk, but I didn't feel much pain. Instead, when the junior helped me wipe, he saw blood and thought it was his period. He was startled. Hehe..."

Now she was a little drunk, describing her only one sexual experience in such detail, as if trying to prove that she wasn't a twenty-five-year-old failure who was still unwanted.

Tightening his arms around her waist, Naga began to take control physically. He turned her face, looking into her uneasy eyes. "Reiko, you're actually very charming. I know it sounds hypocritical to say this, but... feel it, this is proof. Just seeing you like this already excites me. I'm not some naive young man who's never seen a woman before..." Well... although he wasn't that long ago, there was no need for her to know that. Her

wrist was pulled to his crotch, and the most direct expression of his excitement, his erect penis, touched her fingers.

Her hand struggled in the air for a moment, then carefully grasped the hot, hard shaft.

"So hard... how can it be?" Her slightly sweaty palm pressed against the area around the penis, groping it up and down in disbelief. Reiko lowered her head, looking at the erect penis under the towel, her eyes flashing with joy.

“Because your body is very sexy, you’ll be even more excited if you can see more,” Naga encouraged her, lifting his towel to reveal his previously loose but now taut and firm abs.

Reiko swallowed, biting her lower lip as she stood up, turning her back to him to untie the towel. “Please…please don’t laugh at me…”

The large white towel sagged under gravity, her smooth back curving into a undulating line, the lines rising sharply from her waist down, her plump, white buttocks pressed together, arching into sexy peaks.

“Reiko, turn around.” Naga’s breathing became heavy as he stared at Reiko’s shoulders rising and falling with her breath, waiting for her naked front to be revealed.

“Hmm…” Reiko crossed her arms over her chest and slowly turned around.

Her lower abdomen was slightly fleshy, which blended perfectly with the curves of her prominent buttocks; the way one arm encircled her waist, combined with her curvaceous figure, was something straight out of a manga. Her bust was undeniably full; she could probably stand next to a Western woman without being overshadowed. Her arms could only cover the area around her nipples, the two soft, white mounds of flesh squeezed into the space she created, forming a deep cleavage.

Reiko's skin was beautiful, no less so than her face; under the light, fine downy hairs could be seen along the edges.

When Naga's gaze suddenly stopped, Reiko realized she had only been protecting her chest, forgetting another crucial area. She quickly covered it with one hand, letting out a soft "Ah!" as her face flushed crimson.

However, he could already see clearly that her plump mons pubis was completely hairless, and the area between her tightly pressed legs was completely exposed, without any covering.

"You...you can't keep staring like that..." Reiko whispered, almost crying, bending over as if she wanted to squat down at any moment. Perhaps due to excessive shyness, even the skin on her chest was flushed.

“Reiko, I want you…” Naga said excitedly, standing up and walking to her. His erect penis almost touched her lower abdomen.

“Really…” Reiko looked at the man in front of her with a complicated expression. Her confusion seemed to stem from a deep-seated inferiority complex. Even at this point, she was still unsure of her ability to attract outstanding men.

“It’s harder than before, isn’t it?” His perineal muscles tightened, and his penis throbbed in front of Reiko. She slowly knelt on the carpet, looking at the penis in front of her with a dazed expression.

“I’ll be even happier if you can kiss it.” Naga gently grasped Reiko’s hair from above and gently pulled it towards his crotch.

No Japanese woman at this age would be ignorant of such things. Reiko hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and slowly took Naga’s penis into her mouth.

If Koga Yu's oral sex skills were at least at a university level, Reiko's were at best kindergarten-level. Her lips didn't know how to use their strength, and her tongue didn't know what to do; she just moved the penis back and forth in her

mouth, her eyes looking up at him blankly. Every two or three times, she'd bump into his teeth. But none of this dampened Naga's increasingly aroused lust; it was as if the excitement of officially meeting Yui at noon had transformed into a burning desire. He felt a restless heat rising from the base of his pubic bone.

Too lazy to give Reiko much guidance, he had a premonition that there would be plenty of opportunities to teach her later. Right now, releasing his lust was the most important thing.

"Yumeno-kun! Please...please be gentle..." Having only had one experience, which was practically nonexistent, Reiko was as nervous as a female student giving herself for the first time when she was laid down on the bed.

This reminded him once again of his failed first time with his girlfriend…

Both of them were too nervous, and it took them almost an hour just to find the entrance. His already limp penis only regained its strength thanks to his girlfriend's kisses, and the dryness at the vaginal opening was relieved by the lubrication of her saliva. With that obsession, when he deeply penetrated his girlfriend's petite body, she couldn't help but cry softly.

When he ejaculated, his girlfriend's expression was like that of someone who had been saved. The next few times also made him lose confidence in having sex with real women.

Gradually, he sank into a dream…

“Yumeno-kun, did I… say something wrong?”

Reiko's uneasy words pulled Naga back from his memories. He smiled, lowered his head and kissed her high breasts, teasing the erect nipples with the tip of his tongue. “I was thinking about how to make you less nervous.”

He had experienced the anxiety of inferiority for a long time, and that feeling of shared suffering transformed his simple desire to release his pent-up emotions into a desire to let Reiko experience the pleasure of sex.

For him now, the almost inexperienced Reiko was an easy target. Recalling the techniques he had naturally learned in his dream, he leaned down and began to kiss Reiko's rounded earlobe down. Her

plump skin was exceptionally soft and elastic when sucked, and kissing her entire body was never boring. Her breasts were as soft and elastic as pudding, and her buttocks were so full that they could swallow the fingers that pressed on them. What pleased him even more was that Reiko's entire body was almost covered with erogenous zones. When he kissed her armpits, and his tongue slid up and down the exceptionally soft skin of her armpits, she couldn't help but shake her head and spasm slightly with moans.

When his mouth pressed against the tip of her pink petals and teased her most sensitive clitoris, her creamy, viscous love juice gushed out completely, staining his chin.

"Ugh... So embarrassing..." Having tasted the climax, Reiko covered her face in shame, her full thighs tightly clamping Naga's head buried between them, her writhing flesh sucking hard at the inserted middle finger.

Giving a woman an orgasm was another source of pleasure for men. Naga excitedly stared at the violently heaving breasts above her lower abdomen, continuing to attack the engorged bud, his middle finger simultaneously forcing open the tightly closed cavity, digging deeper into the honeypot.

"Ugh..." Reiko let out a choked moan, her neck arching upwards, her hands involuntarily tightening around the sheets, her snow-white naked body flushing crimson, the muscles below her waist tensing instantly. After a dozen seconds, she finally let out a long sigh and collapsed limply onto the bed. "Haa...haa...it feels like...I'm dying of pleasure..."

Conquering a woman's body is often the shortcut to conquering her heart. Lifting his head from before her moist petals, Naga clearly saw the love welling up in Reiko's hazy eyes. He climbed on top of Reiko, who immediately hugged him tightly, kissing his neck and shoulders excitedly.

He thrust forward, his penis rising with the strength of his abdominal muscles, plunging into her full, juicy flower. Reiko breathed heavily, almost sobbing, kissing his body haphazardly while raising her hips to meet his movements. But she lacked experience, and her tender little hole was now too slippery. Naga thrust forward three times, and the head of his penis slid back from her perineum.

"Ugh...why is this happening..." Reiko anxiously wiggled her plump buttocks, frowning as she chased after Naga's penis with her open body.

"Lower your waist a little, lift your buttocks... Yes, that's it." Naga whispered instructions, holding her sweaty, naked body, his glans pressing against the soft outside of her organ, waiting for the right angle.

"Ahhh—!" Her body was suddenly stretched open by the hot penis, a sharp, throbbing pain climbing up her taut spine. Reiko could

n't help but scream, her hands tightly gripping Naga's back. It seemed that the junior from back then had mostly just lingered at the entrance, not even managing to completely break her hymen. The moment Naga penetrated, he clearly felt his glans tear through a delicate, almost imperceptible barrier.

Compared to his high school girlfriend's dry, astringent virgin vagina that caused him pain, Reiko's body was much better. Naga silenced Reiko's moans with his mouth, pressing his chest against her breasts, moving back and forth on his knees for support.

After all, she was a fully mature woman, and her body was so sensitive. Naga's actions only lasted a short while before Reiko's painful moans turned into pleasurable nasal sounds. Her tongue responded to his kisses, exchanging saliva tinged with the smell of alcohol in their mouths.

"Mmm! Ahh... Ahhh—! I'm flying... I'm flying—!" As Naga ejaculated, Reiko clung to him like an octopus, her toes curling and trembling as she reached countless more orgasms.

Her writhing uterus sucked and swallowed every last drop of the thick semen...

"I really didn't know... women could experience this kind of pleasure." More than two hours later, as they parted in front of the hotel, Reiko looked at Naga with moist eyes, her face flushed, and whispered these words.

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