[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 11

(22) "Hey... Maeda seems to have gotten prettier lately."

"It's just a new hairstyle and a better-fitting uniform, you're overthinking it. She just looks better than before."

"I don't believe it's just because of her clothes... Looking at it this way, she could rightfully accept the title of the most beautiful woman in the General Affairs Department."

"Looking at Maeda makes me feel inexplicably depressed. While we're painstakingly counting calories to maintain a slim figure, she can still be beautiful even when she's a little chubby."

Generally, Naga, as a man, wouldn't be interested in following this kind of purely female chatter, but Miku, who was next to him, obviously didn't think so. She was the kind of woman who had the ability to turn any gossip she heard into a topic of conversation.

"The reason why a woman can become beautiful from the inside out is almost certainly because she's in love." Miku said to Naga in a voice that couldn't be heard from behind the table.

"Really? Actually, I think Maeda-senpai has a really good foundation. You women who are always so desperate for a few hundred grams of weight should really reflect on yourselves. In the end, it's your own bodies that suffer." Naga glanced at the colleagues eating at the opposite table. Among them were typical examples of people who had lost so much weight that they had no breasts or butts. He really didn't know what was so attractive about that. Miku

simply put a piece of char siu into her mouth and mumbled, "I'm not that stupid. But I'm lucky. I can eat as much as I want and I won't gain weight. I'll always be 48 kilograms."

"Shimokawa-senpai, be careful not to upset someone." Naga rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer.

For the past three days, Miku had become his regular lunch companion. Kobayashi An had been avoiding him since Monday when she started work. Miku even half-jokingly guessed about this, "She had a bruise on her lip when she went to work. Could it be that some woman who admires you beat her up?"

"If that's the case, it's definitely you, Shimokawa-senpai, who did it." Naga retorted without any politeness.

To say he didn't care would be a lie. A woman who was clearly trying to get close to him before the weekend wouldn't suddenly cool off in a day. Besides, explaining the bruises on Anzu's cheek and lip as a fall was rather childish.

Without Anzu's interference, Miku had naturally become the person he had the most contact with over the past three days, which made him conflicted. If only Miku was in the same situation as Reiko.

After that pleasant sex, the two went on another date on Tuesday night. Before Naga could figure out how to bring it up, Reiko took the initiative to suggest that their relationship remain purely physical.

"Because I think you can find even better girls, Naga. I... I'm already very satisfied to be happy like this."

Reiko's expression was unusually serious when she said her reason, a subtle glow shining on her round face. Given Reiko's current situation, if other men knew that she still harbored this strange, almost inferiority complex, men lacking bed partners would probably soon flock to her.

Naga, very glad that he had gotten there first, smiled contentedly and rolled over, pressing Reiko's sweaty naked body beneath him once again.

Unfortunately, no matter how much Naga fantasized, Miku wouldn't act that way. At least, she would never be the kind of woman content with just a physical relationship with a man. Until the later stages of a relationship, this seemingly open-minded girl probably wouldn't even give anyone the chance to get into bed with her.

The more familiar Naga became with her, the deeper this thought became. Thinking back to that dream, Miku was a virgin in a wedding dress… Most ordinary girls her age would start worrying about whether they're no longer attractive, but she didn't care at all. When joking with her female colleagues, she even dared to say with wide eyes, "I've never had a boyfriend! I didn't like the guys who pursued me, and the guys I liked never got me."

"Hey, it's not like we have to sleep with our boyfriends anymore. You're not that old-fashioned. Even if you don't experience the taste of men, you should at least learn some techniques, otherwise what if your future husband dislikes you?"

"Tch, I'm smart and quick-witted. I can learn that kind of thing just by watching."

Hearing Miku recount their conversation, Naga couldn't help but ask, "What you mean by 'watching'... uh…"

“It’s AV. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen it.” Miku looked at him without blushing at all, as if watching AV to learn techniques for future relationships was perfectly normal for her. “But those things don’t seem practical at all,” she said, making a gesture of raising her knee and complaining softly, “Like that Edo Forty-Eight Hands, it’s just acrobatics. Asking me to lift my leg that high to do it would be exhausting.”

With such a woman clinging to him, Naga didn’t know whether he was lucky or unlucky…

Miku and Yui’s first encounter was at lunch the next day. Perhaps her interest had shifted to cooking, Miku unusually brought her own lunchbox, but judging from her expression, the taste was so bad that even the cook would have to use willpower to avoid throwing it in the trash.

Whether it was because Miku was popular or had enough intimidation, the other female colleagues who wanted to get close to Naga chose to do so outside of lunchtime, and the area around their seats remained empty.

So when Yui sat down next to Naga with her tray and sweetly said, "Mr. Strange, what a coincidence," Miku surprisingly looked confused.

"Naga, is this your sister?"

Sister? Would a sister call her brother "Mr. Strange"?

"Um... a friend of mine." Naga thought for a moment and decided to suppress his barely contained excitement. He ate lunch here every day, practically waiting for this moment. He turned to Yui, greeted her, and said with a smile, "It's not really a coincidence, I actually eat here every day."

"I see..." Yui smiled and put her book aside. "Can I look for you when I come to eat?"

Naga glanced at the book on the table, Maeve Ennis's *Dreams*. "Of course, it's less boring to eat together. Ah... this is my senior at work, Shimokawa Miku. This is Tabe Yui."

"Wow, such a young senior! I thought she was Mr. Strange's girlfriend." Yui's words came at just the right time; Miku, who had been frowning, clearly showed a change in mood upon hearing the word "girlfriend."

"What's 'Mr. Strange'... Naga, is that your nickname?"

I'm not a gigolo, why would I need a nickname? Naga complained inwardly, then smiled awkwardly, "Uh... she's always called me that, maybe I was a little strange before."

No matter what women talk about on their first meeting, what they care about most is each other's appearance.

Miku was prettier than Yui, but high school students are at the beginning of their most beautiful years, and the youthful aura emanating from their supple skin is something that makeup can never replace. That innocent feeling of a budding flower not yet fully bloomed is something that women who have been through the realities of society can never imitate.

Even if they themselves have had that time, seeing their youth slip away still makes them jealous.

If you add the man as a factor, then it's enough to start a war among women.

However, Miku also knew that she didn't have a position yet. When Yui and Naga started to discuss various topics about dreams, she could only eat her unpalatable bento while trying to find an opportunity to chime in.

"So you like the schoolgirl type?" Miku asked somewhat dejectedly after they entered the elevator.

Naga knew that no matter how hard he tried, it was hard to fool a woman with genuine feelings, especially one as perceptive as this who also liked him. He shook his head. "It's not about age or type. I just happen to share the same hobby as him. I'm also a dreamer, so naturally I'd be happy to meet someone who enjoys studying dreams. Senpai, you're overthinking it."

Miku touched her ears, irritably tying her hair back into a ponytail. "Alright, alright, there's no one else here. Stop calling me 'senpai' all the time, it's so annoying."

Perhaps remembering her dream from that night, Miku's ears turned slightly red. "I... I don't hate dreaming. But what's so interesting about a dream? I really don't understand you guys..." Suddenly,

the image of Miku's fair, red petals between her thighs flashed before Naga's eyes, and he felt a sudden tightness in his crotch, quickly shifting his attention to the elevator's indicator lights.

"Just call me Miku when we're not working," Miku whispered as she walked past Naga as the elevator doors opened.

(Twenty-three) "Are you and Shimokawa already dating?"

A few days later, during lunch break, Koga invited Naga to a rendezvous in the archives. After their passionate encounter, as she tidied her clothes and hair, she asked this seemingly harmless question.

Naga paused for a moment, then shook his head. "No, we just had a meal and chatted. Maybe we get along better."

"Tsk...playing dumb." Yu chuckled and flicked his glans. "The whole company can tell she's interested in you. Didn't you see that the receptionist who has a crush on you has stopped greeting Shimokawa?"

The receptionist? She must be referring to Matsushima Kae. That girl is clearly not good at actively pursuing others, and her feelings for Naga are only superficially affectionate. But judging from her increasingly obvious hostility towards Miku, her crush on Naga isn't just a wild guess.

It seems all talk about inner personality is a lie. Naga stroked his chin. Before he became handsome, several women had said he was a good person, but he had never enjoyed the treatment he now had—having both bed partners and women vying for his attention.

This was something he never dared to dream of before.

“Think it over carefully. If you’re going to date seriously, you have to choose one.” Yu kissed his cheek. “I’m going out now. Come out later.”

Naga nodded, and as she reached the door, he raised his voice and asked, “Yu, I… how should I choose?”

Yu turned to face him, her face displaying the worldly expression of Alice. She was silent for a few seconds before shrugging and replying, “I just know you definitely won’t choose me. That’s enough.”

(Twenty-four) The weather gradually warmed up, and Yu’s uniform, freed from the constraints of a thin sweater and coat, was directly exposed to the spring sunshine.

From once every three or four days at the beginning, to once every two days, and now appearing on time every noon, the company’s gossip board quickly filled with new content about Naga.

"Hey, I heard Yumeno's got some serious skills. Two guys at the company are chasing him, and he's even managed to hook up with a pretty college student."

"Yeah, yeah, when they're talking, even Shimokawa can't get a word in edgewise."

"Poor Matsushima's looked haggard lately, caught between two rivals, she can barely talk to her target anymore."

"That's her problem. It's not like only men should take the initiative anymore. It's rare to find a handsome guy like him at the company, and he seems honest enough. If she doesn't seize this opportunity, she'll only be able to attend matchmaking events later."

"Huh? You're not thinking of making a move too, are you?"

"No, the competition's too fierce, I wouldn't want to go in and embarrass myself. But… experiencing it with him wouldn't be bad. Hehe…" Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator, anime virgin physical sex toy, highly realistic genital shape! Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

"I'm even a little tempted. These days, strong office workers are almost extinct. Last time I went on a blind date, the guy they introduced me to couldn't even fill out his suit. If we were together, before I even got excited, he'd probably break his back."

Hmm… maybe I should wait a bit. Holding the documents in his hand, Naga decided it would be less awkward to go back and come later.

He hadn't dreamt for over half a month, but his appearance was still slowly changing. Now he hardly believed the person in the mirror was himself, but comparing old photos, he still couldn't find any significant differences. Although it was a happy thing, thinking about it carefully still sent a chill down his spine.

Perhaps influenced by the strange structure formed by the three women around Naga, Reiko, while enjoying sexual pleasure with him once a week, also began actively participating in serious blind date events. It seemed that after discovering the pleasure men brought, she had begun to seriously plan for her long-term future.

In the past two weeks, he'd only been with Reiko twice and with Yu once. For Naga, this was far from enough to release the rapidly accumulating desire. He was somewhat distressed to find that none of the three women around him could help him resolve his sexual frustration.

Of course, the root cause was himself. If he had decided to seriously pursue either Miku or Kae, he could probably establish a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship within a week at most, and with a little effort, even reaching home base wouldn't be too difficult.

But he still couldn't bear to give up on Yui. Slow progress didn't mean no hope, he always comforted himself with this thought, and then his mind would flash to her straight legs peeking out from under her pleated skirt, her skin above her black stockings as delicate and dazzling as white porcelain.

He had to admit that, purely in terms of physical desire, Yui didn't have a significant advantage over the other two women; after all, Kae and Miku were also his type of beauty. It was just that the feeling of being firmly attracted spiritually was something he had never experienced with anyone else.

Just looking into her eyes and listening to her speak of dreams in her melodious voice could fill a lifetime without ever getting bored.

No matter how he thought about it, his goal was love. However, he didn't know how to pursue her. In her presence, he felt like he'd reverted to his former self, insecure and clumsy.

This was the root cause of his strange predicament, unable to find a way out.

After a moment of random thoughts, Naga picked up his files again and headed back to the office.

He knocked on the door, and the office ladies inside all smiled gently, completely devoid of the gossipy atmosphere he'd overheard.

He glanced around; the one who'd said she wanted to seduce him must be the tall office lady in the middle. Tsk… not bad looking. Don't just talk the talk! Make your move, I'm easy to seduce. Muttering to himself, Naga nodded and left the room.

If things continued like this, it wouldn't be long before he wavered towards either Kae or Miku because his desires weren't being satisfied. He couldn't bring himself to do something like using her body for sex. If that happened, he'd have to seriously pursue a relationship with her. Naga rubbed his temples in frustration, mentally comparing Kae and Miku.

Perhaps because he had tasted Miku's body in his dream, his aroused state naturally led him to choose Kae.

"I'll ask her out this weekend and see."

[pos] The Dream Eater of Erotic Tales 4

(Twenty-Five)

After a familiar feeling of falling, Naga opened his eyes. Without needing to confirm, he knew it was a dream. He

got out of bed and looked around. It was a very cozy women's bedroom, with some expensive-looking decorations, but the bedroom wasn't large, suggesting it belonged to the daughter of a middle-class family.

His first thought was to determine the heroine's identity. He went to the bookshelf and began searching for any information that might reveal her identity.

Soon, he saw a notebook that resembled a photo album, filled with farewell wishes from former classmates.

The cover bore the holder's name: Seto Asaka.

The image of the girl's petite figure immediately flashed before his eyes. He thought for a moment, somewhat surprised to have entered Asaka's dream.

Opening the drawer, he saw, as expected, a cute pink and white lingerie set. Naga shook his head with a wry smile, thinking of Asaka's slender figure, and felt somewhat dissatisfied with this dream.

Thanks to his long discussion with Yui, Naga had gained a general understanding of dream eaters, although most of it was speculation, many of which had already been verified in his own life.

As far as he knew, at his current stage, neither dreams nor the events within them were entirely under his control, or rather, not entirely under the control of his conscious mind. The power buried deep within the human heart could only be fully released in dreams.

This explained why the seemingly harmless Naga in reality cruelly tortured and killed Nami in his first dream. He had once had a fervent obsession with grotesque texts and images, and the terrible seed must have been planted then, blossoming into a vibrant man-eating flower in that dream.

This shows that those theorists aren't just making money off their writing. Naga couldn't help but chuckle, remembering the book Ai had lent him yesterday, *Dreams: The Mysterious Language of the Subconscious* (Verena Caster).

The subconscious… it really is a profound thing. Naga picked up a photo from the table. In the photo, Asaka looked to be only twelve or thirteen, wearing a cute blue and white uniform, making a victory sign at the camera, her smile dazzlingly bright.

Judging from her figure in the photo, Asaka hadn't developed much in the past ten years or so…

Could it be that I subconsciously have a lolicon streak? Naga rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He shouldn't be interested in women with this kind of youthful style.

Just then, a muffled groan came from outside the door, accompanied by the heavy thud of hard boots on the tatami mat.

What was going on? He stood up in confusion, just in time to see the door being kicked open.

Standing in the doorway was a pale-faced young man, wearing a tank top and army green trousers, with tattered old military boots on his feet. He was holding a girl tightly in his arms, his left hand, clad in a worn-out work glove, pressed firmly against her mouth.

The girl was wearing light shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, her hair wet, clearly having just showered. Her bare legs struggled desperately, but he still managed to carry her into the bedroom.

Naga stared blankly. The girl was clearly Asaka from the photo, only a little older, definitely still a middle school student. And neither of the two men could see him.

What was going on? This dream… was I just a bystander?

“No! No… let me go! Let me go!” Asaka’s slender body was thrown directly onto the bed. Before she could even get up, the young man pounced on her and pinned her down. Greedy lips immediately began kissing and sucking around her fair neck.

Rape? It seemed this was Asaka’s own nightmare… but judging by its realism, it was probably a tragedy that had actually happened.

The struggle between the man and woman gradually reached its most intense point. Asaka, who must have participated in a sports club, possessed unexpectedly powerful, slender legs. The rapist, almost one and a half times her size, couldn't gain any advantage beyond a kiss. Instead, as he reached for his shorts, she kneed him in the stomach, causing him to cry out in pain and curl up in a ball.

"You bitch, I'll kill you!" the young man roared, grabbing Asaka's hair and slapping her hard across the face. He then followed up with a dozen slaps, left and right.

Her cheek immediately swelled up, and Asaka, dazed from the beating, collapsed onto the bed. The young man, panting heavily, viciously pulled his shorts down to his ankles, then greedily stared at the exposed, tender garden between the girl's legs.

Perhaps due to nervousness, he struggled three or four times before finally unbuckling his belt. His not-yet-fully-erect penis was exposed; he fiddled with it with his glove, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the girl's parted inner thighs.

Even so, he still couldn't achieve a full erection. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he climbed onto the bed and rubbed his glans against Asaka's pale pink lips.

"Ugh... Ah—!" The girl groaned, snapping out of her daze. Suddenly realizing the foul-smelling male organ was right between her lips, she screamed and bit down.

The young man quickly retreated, but was still terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. Enraged, he grabbed Asaka's hair and slammed her head against the wall. Thud, then thud, then thud again—a bloody mark was left on the white wall.

"No... Ah!" Unable to withstand the man's strength, the girl finally begged for mercy, waving her hands to try and push him away.

"If you don't obey, I'll kill you!" the young man threatened in a trembling voice, grabbing Asaka's hair and forcing her head down to his crotch. "Lick it! Hurry up!"

His penis was completely limp, wrinkled and curled up above his scrotum, the foreskin not fully retracted, layers covering the shrunken glans.

Naga looked at the young man's filthy crotch, thinking it must smell awful.

Asaka wrinkled her nose, turned her head away, and cried, "No! It stinks, waah... ah!" Another brutal slam against the wall, and the girl's resistance vanished in pain and dizziness. Finally, after being pulled back again, she opened her trembling cherry lips.

"If I hit your teeth, I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs!" The young man, pale-faced, pressed his hands against the back of Asaka's head, bent over, and stirred his slightly hard penis inside her lips.

"Ugh! Ugh... ugh!" Asaka made a sound of vomiting, barely managing to keep her jaw relaxed, her tongue avoiding the intruding glans.

He pulled her short-sleeved shirt down from her shoulders, revealing only a slight bulge in her breasts, the tops of which had little fat, and even the small pink buds were not much larger than a man's nipples.

Naga watched intently, clearly disliking such childish bodies, yet his boiling lust made his penis hard, almost irresistibly urging him to masturbate while witnessing the rape.

"Lie down! Hurry up!" The moment his penis was fully erect enough to penetrate, the young man kicked Asaka onto the pillow.

"No…please spare me…" Asaka pleaded hoarsely, her hands covering her vulnerable area, burying her face in the pillowcase.

"Bastard! Stick your ass up!" A hard kick landed on her rounded buttocks, which hadn't yet developed fat. Asaka trembled, raising her hips, arching her back like a frightened kitten, curling into a ball.

The young man, panting heavily, knelt behind her, guiding his penis towards the center of her white flesh.

With no lubrication, penetration was impossible. Frustrated, he forced harder, only to wince in pain.

"Damn it, you damn bitch!" Wiping a mouthful of spittle on his glans, the young man wrapped his arms around Asaka's slender waist again.

Just then, a deep, intoxicated baritone voice came from outside, "Asaka, are you asleep? Why aren't you answering your father?"

The young man's face paled even more. He froze for a few seconds, then punched the wall in frustration, quickly dressed, jumped onto the desk, opened the window, and leaped out.

Asaka finally released her pent-up fear and burst into tears, "Daddy...Daddy! Waaaaah..."

The scene before her distorted with her cries, spinning and shrinking to the center of Naga's vision, shrinking, shrinking, and then suddenly shattering into boundless darkness.

When the lights came on again, the scene had subtly changed. It was still the same bedroom, but the surrounding decorations had completely changed. Posters of idol stars hung on the walls, and a photo of Asaka smiling in her graduation gown sat on the desk. Perhaps because of what had just happened, security bars had been welded onto the bedroom window.

Looking at himself in the mirror on the dressing table, his face was blurry, and his tall, strong body resembled a bear. It seemed that this was finally a true dream for Naga.

Asaka lay on the bed, the blankets kicked off halfway, revealing a slender, white leg and a small patch of white underwear. Her forehead was covered in sweat, her brows were furrowed, and her small mouth was slightly open, emitting continuous groans of fear.

Naga guessed that he had probably been in her nightmare.

Asaka wasn't the kind of beauty that could instantly capture a man's attention; her slightly childish features would only make the eyes of middle-aged men with perverse tastes light up. But her delicate, fragile air could, in certain situations, ignite a man's animalistic instincts, like now, with her disheveled appearance and pained expression.

Anyway… it was just a dream. This thought easily dispelled Naga's hesitation. Just like in Nami's dream, the accumulated lust gradually coalesced into a dark and dangerous torrent, swirling and rushing into his mind.

He flexed his wrists, took off his clothes, and grinned as he approached Asaka, who was still moaning in her nightmare on the bed.

He'd been reading a lot lately, and he hadn't yet properly finished Ernest Hartman's *The Psychology and Physiology of Nightmares*. After this release, he might as well see what kind of nightmare this rape would become for Asaka.

Bringing the cold, hard words that had been flashing through his mind, Naga slowly lifted the covers, his gaze tracing Asaka's exposed, fair skin inch by inch.

Perhaps due to the lack of a curvaceous figure, Asaka's skin was second only to Yui's in its smoothness. Naga lowered his head and immediately caught the scent of her fragrant shower gel. If he didn't know her, he probably would have thought this petite and adorable girl was still a high school student.

Wearing a sailor uniform and standing next to Yui, she didn't look out of place at all; in fact, her figure made her seem more like Yui's junior.

"It must be because no man has ever massaged you. Remember to thank me when you get bigger," Naga whispered, carefully pushing the blanket aside and sitting on the edge of the bed, admiring the alluring sleeping posture of the girl, who was only wearing underwear.

Above her tight underwear was a slender waist that many modern women would envy. Her tank top was wrinkled and rolled up from sleeping, revealing a slightly sunken navel.

Her already developed breasts did indeed protrude a curve inside the tank top, but judging from the size of her breasts, even buying a bra would be difficult for the shop assistant.

Tsk… he'd never touched such flat breasts before; he wondered if he could press on her ribs. Naga slowly moved his hand up from under his vest. The skin felt incredibly smooth, slightly sweaty, and damp, as if it could suck his palm in. As the incline increased, his fingers immediately felt even softer skin. Soon, he touched the budding nipple, which was clearly not yet fully developed. When his fingers pinched it, it felt like he was holding a soft red bean.

This unripe breast gave him a strange, fresh stimulation, and his breathing became rapid involuntarily.

At that moment, Asaka's slightly curled eyelashes fluttered twice, and she opened her sleepy eyes, transitioning from an old nightmare into a new one.

"Aaaaah—!" she screamed immediately, grabbing the arm that was kneading her small breasts and kicking Naga without hesitation.

It seemed the fear from her memory overlapped with her current panic. Asaka struggled violently and began screaming for help, "Dad—! Help me! Someone's here! Someone's in my room! Help!"

Naga simply pressed down hard on her chest, his fingers pinching her soft nipples, ignoring her kicks in his back and her screams.

This was a dream; no one would come to save her. A cruel pleasure surged through him. Naga vaguely realized that the violence he was about to commit was the catharsis he had always longed for.

Fortunately, it was just an insignificant woman. Naga curled his lips, looking at Asaka's terrified and pitiful face as her cries for help went unanswered. He grabbed the thin strap of her tank top and ripped it to a crumpled rag.

"Ahhh—!" Asaka covered her chest with her hands, shrinking towards the corner of the bed, arching her body to try and protect herself with her feet.

However, having left the sports club and entered the white-collar life, the woman's body had little strength left. Naga easily pounced on her kicking legs, not even pulling her underwear down, but tearing it open to both sides.

"Help—! Someone help me! Someone save me..." Asaka was already crying in fear, crawling towards the other end of the bed on all fours.

Knowing she couldn't escape, Naga slowly stood up, swaying his already erect penis, and slowly walked towards the door.

Grabbing the doorknob, he shook it desperately, but the lock showed no sign of opening. Asaka turned around in despair, leaned against the door and sat down on the tatami, crying and shaking her head in pleading, "No... don't come any closer..."

The simple and brutal actions of the young man flashed through his mind. Naga grabbed Asaka's long hair, lifted her to her feet, and punched her in the stomach.

"Ugh—" The naked woman curled up in pain, trembling and kneeling on the ground.

He wrapped her long hair around his wrist, lifted her up again, and with his other hand, slipped under her armpit, pinching her tender nipple hard.

"Ah! It hurts...it hurts so much! Let go...let me go..." Unable to find a way to break free from the man behind her, Asaka futilely stomped on his feet with her bare feet.

The thought of completely annihilating the woman's resistance took precedence over rape. Naga took a breath, released her nipple, and punched her along the lower edge of her ribs.

Asaka screamed and fell to the other side, but was pulled back by her own hair, maintaining a tilted stance, unable to leave the man's embrace.

"No, don't hit me...waaaah..." Clutching her ribs with one hand and her aching scalp with the other, Asaka shook her head, tears streaming down her face, begging for mercy.

Dragging her back to the bedside by her hair, Naga slapped her across the face, causing her upper body to fall backward against the edge of the bed. He straddled her chest, silently placing his penis in front of her, his fingers casually playing with her earlobe.

Asaka sobbed, lifting her face to look at the glans near her lips, her brows furrowing in pain.

Naga smiled, punching her in the waist again. This subconscious release excited him immensely, even wishing the woman beneath him could resist a little longer.

Unfortunately, Asaka was completely defeated. She cried, raising her head, opening her mouth, and clumsily licking his penis.

"Mmm..." This unskilled oral sex couldn't quell his burning lust. Naga braced himself on the bed, pressing Asaka's head to the edge, swaying his hips back and forth, using her mouth as a sex organ.

Asaka's small mouth couldn't possibly contain the enormous penis. The moment the thrusting began, the glans struck the deepest part of her mouth, causing her to cough uncontrollably, wanting to vomit, but intimidated by the man's coldness. She could only weakly open her mouth, enduring the rough manipulation.

Intrigued by the soft depths of her throat, Naga thrust against her palate each time, pushing until he could go no further, before pulling his penis back. After a dozen or so thrusts, the glans successfully squeezed into a new, narrow cavity. The muscles there were smooth and powerfully pulsating; just being inside made his whole body tingle with pleasure.

The longer he lingered, the more pain Asaka endured. This deep-throating penetration was a disaster for her, given her inexperience. She choked on her saliva, barely able to breathe, and the foreign sensation in her throat and the torment of not being able to swallow nearly made her faint. She could only pray this horrible ordeal would end soon.

Unfortunately, Naga's plan was to continue like this until he ejaculated.

As the long time passed, and Asaka's jaw went numb, the massive object in her mouth suddenly trembled, and a surge of hot fluid rushed into the depths of her stretched throat.

"Ugh—!" She futilely pushed against the man's rough, muscular thighs with her hands, helplessly feeling the nausea of the semen being forced down her esophagus.

The suction from her throbbing throat squeezed out the last drop of semen from his penis. Naga hummed contentedly, slowly withdrawing his saliva-covered penis.

As soon as the glans left, Asaka coughed violently, a white liquid, indistinguishable between saliva and semen, smearing messily around her lips.

With her common sense, despite being forced to perform oral sex and beaten until her body ached, at least the man had ejaculated; everything should be over, right? She lowered her head, sobbing, wiping her mouth and cheeks with the back of her hand, waiting for the man to leave, for the nightmare to end.

"This is just the beginning..." Naga said hoarsely, his voice, which didn't belong to him, carrying an indescribable ferocity, perfectly fitting this violently cathartic dream.

Before Asaka could understand, her head was slammed to the ground. The burly man manipulated her petite naked body with almost no effort than playing with a doll. Powerless to resist, she was quickly forced into a humiliating position, kneeling on the ground with her buttocks raised. She reached up to cover her groin, desperately pleading, "Please...please don't."

Naga's response was a slap across her buttocks. Only when her raised buttocks were slapped bright red did Asaka finally release her hands in despair, covering her face and bursting into loud sobs.

The exposed mons pubis didn't resemble that of a mature woman at all. Sparse hair covered a thin, light-colored vulva, the central petals still a bright pink. After his fingers parted the entrance, a pure, tender virgin's honeypot was revealed. The tender flesh at the entrance was glistening with a crystalline sheen, tightly clenched, not a single gap visible.

Soon, this small opening would welcome its first intruder. Naga gripped her waist, licking his dry lips, and began to enter Asaka's body.

The already narrow honeypot was extremely dry, and even with copious amounts of saliva acting as lubricant on the glans, the tip still felt painful resistance.

"Eek—" As Naga thrust deeper, Asaka stretched her neck, letting out a nearly suffocating cry. Her feet, pressing against the floor, almost broke the tatami mat, her muscles taut as if about to snap.

He wanted to penetrate to the deepest point! Naga endured the excruciating pain of his foreskin being stretched to its limit, gripping her buttocks and thrusting forcefully inward. Her hymen was torn inch by inch to its ruptured limit, and then, the fresh blood from her broken hymen served as lubrication. His entire penis, like a nail, was firmly driven into the flower core that had been protected for over twenty years.

"Ah! Ah, ahhh—ahhh…ahhh—!" Experiencing what was perhaps the most painful way for a virgin to lose her virginity, Asaka screamed shrilly, one hand reaching forward into the air, seemingly grasping at some imagined savior.

With a small portion of his penis still outside, Naga took a deep breath, tightened his grip on her waist, and pressed himself forward with the force.

His abdomen pressed against her buttocks, the glans piercing directly into a smooth, tight, and elastic place. Naga roared with pleasure, twisting his waist and churning within the virgin's womb.

Asaka's screams gradually subsided, her lower body feeling as if it no longer belonged to her; only a relentless pain crept up her spine, numbing her mind.

Naga, however, was oblivious to everything else. He used his thumb to dig into Asaka's pale brown anus, roughly playing with her tender naked body, letting the dark pleasure welling up inside him permeate his entire consciousness…

(Twenty-six)

Compared to Nami's dream, Naga didn't feel much surprise at himself or worry about the brutality in his dream when he woke up this time. It wasn't just that Asaka in the dream hadn't died; he had also grown accustomed to dreams as a way to comfort himself.

When a person can do whatever they want in a world where they have no real responsibility, guilt is washed away like sand on a beach, leaving no trace.

This release seemed to truly help him clear away accumulated pressure and desires; when he crawled out of bed, his body felt an indescribable ease. On his way to work, he began to wonder what this dream-devouring would bring him.

He gradually guessed that what he obtained might not necessarily be what he was thinking about at the moment, but more likely what his heart craved deep down. After all, having read so many books, he also understood that dreams were clearly more related to the subconscious. As for what the subconscious desires, probably few people in the world could accurately say it before actually obtaining it.

As he expected, Asaka asked for leave, but what surprised him more was that it was her father who asked for leave, and it was a long leave, at least a month's leave.

Department Head Kuroki rarely allowed his subordinates to rest for such a long time, but this time he agreed unusually readily, and even comforted him a few words on the phone.

Also asking for leave was the section chief who had an affair with Nami, well… it was more like absenteeism than leave. Department Head Kuroki couldn't get through to him on the phone, and judging from his darkening face, the section chief had better come up with a reasonable explanation, otherwise, in Miku's words, he would definitely receive all the necessary procedures for dismissal within a minute of showing up at the company.

However, neither Naga nor Miku, who discussed the matter as a minor gossip during lunch, anticipated that the section chief would truly never appear at the company again.

No company would retain a criminal's position. After an afternoon of conversation with the police officer in the meeting room, the section chief became a former section chief.

"I heard... it was rape. He was caught red-handed and couldn't even deny it." After undergoing routine police questioning, Koga Yu quietly revealed this information to Naga. "I heard he lurked in the victim's home until late at night. It's terrifying. You really can't judge a book by its cover."

Rape? Naga's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly thought of Asaka's leave of absence. If it was a case of infiltration, he would have to be very familiar with the victim. The section chief had a prior record of sexually harassing Asaka. It wasn't impossible that he would have resorted to rape out of rage after failing to seduce her.

But that middle-aged fat man shouldn't be that kind of person. He clearly had enough money to buy a young body to satisfy his sexual desires; no one would choose to take such a risk.

Besides, the target wasn't some great beauty.

Perhaps I was wrong; Asaka was probably just asking for leave. Naga's curiosity only went so far as to stop there, and she quickly put the matter behind her.

Three days later, Asaka's father came to submit her resignation.

Yumeno Naga was appointed as the new head of the Publicity Department.

(Twenty-seven)

"Head!" Miku deliberately dragged out the pronunciation, a strange smile on her face. The dishes in the bento box in front of her looked much better than before, showing that her cooking skills had also improved by leaps and bounds.

"Hey, Miku, I told you to just call me whatever you always do." Finally free from the title "Shimokawa-senpai" at work, though it still didn't quite feel real, Naga, who had been promoted directly to section chief after just one promotion, finally felt completely relaxed around Miku. With the salary gap that had always bothered him reversed, he suddenly found Miku much cuter than before. All those excuses before were just descendants of saving face.

"Didn't you ask me what happened last time?" Miku glanced around, making sure neither Yui nor Kae, her two biggest rivals, were there, and said mysteriously, "I asked a friend to find out, and it's quite interesting."

"I knew it, Miku wouldn't disappoint me." Naga swallowed, looking at her nervously.

“The woman the section chief raped really was Seto.” Miku looked around and lowered her voice. “My friend happened to be involved in this case. The perpetrator confessed that after drinking some alcohol, he got carried away and sneaked into the house while Seto went out to take out the trash. He ended up sleeping in the storage room. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he inexplicably went into Seto’s bedroom and found her having a nightmare. The blankets were on the floor, and her underwear was all messed up. He couldn’t resist and… uh… did that to her. Strangely, according to his confession, Seto didn’t wake up the whole time, and the forensic examination showed that she wasn’t under any drugs. But that doesn’t affect the determination of the crime at all, so nobody really cares.”

“Ah…” Miku blushed slightly, as if remembering something. “He also mentioned something strange, though it’s not really related to the crime itself. Apparently, Seto himself had no experience, and a fresh tear was indeed detected there after the rape, but the section chief insisted that he didn’t feel the hymen at all, and there was no bleeding afterward.” She chuckled, her face red as she whispered, “My friend said it’s probably because his foreskin is too long and he couldn’t feel it. But there was no trace of Seto’s blood at the scene, which is another strange thing about this case.”

Naga chuckled dryly, shoveling a few mouthfuls of rice down his throat. “So… does the publicity department really need a male as a supervisor?” This was a tactful inquiry into why he had been promoted. The envy he had attracted was probably countless.

Miku smiled slyly, her eyes sparkling as if she were hiding something. "If you ask me, it's definitely because Minister Kuroki has taken a liking to you. How about it, how about you play the role of a male escort to soothe the lonely heart of this depressed old woman?"

If the object of his affections was Kuroki Keiko, being a male escort wouldn't be bad. Of course, Miku couldn't know this thought. Naga scratched his head, feigning a silly expression. "I don't know anything about how to comfort a woman. Why don't you practice with me, Miku?"

Miku's face flushed bright red, and she tapped his hand with her chopsticks, awkwardly saying, "Who, who wants to practice with you? I'm young and beautiful, I don't need anyone to comfort me."

At this moment, Kae, who had been deliberately given a bunch of miscellaneous tasks, finally arrived at the restaurant. Naga's promotion had strengthened her resolve, and as soon as she saw his location, she walked over without hesitation with her tray.

"If only Ai were here," Naga sighed. At least then he could talk about dreams instead of getting involved in the open and covert battles between women.

Perhaps feeling that age didn't pose a significant threat, even though they knew that Ai was the one Naga had most openly expressed affection for, Kae and Miku still considered each other the biggest threat. Having never experienced anyone fighting over him, Naga could still maintain a detached, good-natured attitude.

"Congratulations on your promotion to section chief, Yumeno-kun. This is just a small gift, please accept it." Kae took out a delicately hand-sewn pendant as soon as she sat down and handed it to Naga with a smile.

Miku, who had forgotten to prepare a gift, blinked, seemingly regretting her oversight. Over the past few days, Naga had also noticed that although Kae was more introverted and shy than Miku, she was much more proactive in pursuing men.

If it weren't for the recent developments in his relationship with Yui, which gave Naga further expectations, he probably would have already succumbed to Kae's watery, shy, and adoring gaze.

Men really do fall for that.

Ah… if only none of the three of them had to give up on anyone! Naga admired the two beauties across from him, each with their own unique charm, and thought that if he could be even more shameless, dating both of them before pursuing Yui, maybe the age difference would be just right.

"Um, as a congratulatory gesture, tonight… tonight I'll treat you to noodles!" Miku's voice accidentally rose too high, attracting the attention of several tables around them. She quickly added, "My protégé, whom I personally mentored, got promoted, so it's only right that I treat him."

Mentored? If constantly fixing computers counted as mentoring, or if he had been promoted to head of the Information Security Department, he might have been able to accept it somewhat.

Was this Dream Eater's achievement merely an abnormal promotion? Naga felt a sense of bewilderment, a feeling that something he hadn't noticed was subtly happening.

He hadn't expected the personnel changes to be far from over.

A week after Naga took over as head of the Publicity Department, former Publicity Department employee Nagaba Mari announced her marriage and resigned, and Department Head Onoda Yuki was dismissed for embezzling public funds.

Shimokawa Miku was transferred to the Publicity Department as department head, Kobayashi An replaced Nagaba Mari, Matsushima Kae officially became a personnel department employee, and the receptionist was replaced by a new employee.

Naga, who was completely lost in the unfamiliar environment of the Publicity Department, was naturally grateful for these changes. Miku, who had originally left the Publicity Department because she couldn't stand the harassment from the department head, suddenly became an indispensable asset. Moreover, in the new office, half of his four subordinates had become more pleasing to the eye—a truly wonderful thing for a man.

The only drawback was that the sudden increase in workload robbed him and Koga Yu of their chance to have an affair. Frequent social engagements and the constant overtime also caused Maeda Reiko to gradually fade from his life.

For the next ten days or so, Naga didn't touch a woman's delicate body.

He was somewhat distressed to find that he had reached the point where the mere smell of Miku's perfume would trigger a manic sexual urge.

Unable to choose between his three targets, Naga could only pin his hopes on dreams that might reappear at any time. As long as the woman in his dreams was someone decent, that would be enough. Every night before bed, Naga sincerely prayed.

(Twenty-eight)

"I haven't seen Kae at lunch these past few days." Naga had been busy exchanging thoughts with Yui about Jacob Empsson's book, *Sleep and Dreaming*, during the last lunch and hadn't paid much attention to Kae's absence. But after four or five days without her appearing, Naga, who had grown accustomed to it, couldn't help but feel strange.

“So what? That female student didn’t come today either.” Miku was naturally uninterested in the topic. During their rare lunch together, she mostly talked about trivial matters concerning the two of them.

Naga pouted. “Tabe only comes occasionally lately, while Kae is practically never absent.” Even though the HR department dumped all the miscellaneous tasks on her, she still managed to squeeze in time for lunch. “These past two days, she seems to be eating her lunch in the office.”

Miku gave a subtle smile. “That’s normal. It means she’s finally entered that circle. The culture there is office dining. Besides me, have you ever seen any HR employee come down to eat?”

Thinking about it, it seemed to be true.

What a strange office culture.

“Haven’t you ever eaten with them?” Naga asked curiously.

Miku snorted, rolling her eyes in a very unladylike manner. “I have absolutely no interest in that kind of circle.”

"With your personality, you're going to have a terrible future in the workplace, right?" Naga reminded her with a smile. The subtle sense of superiority she always exuded even seemed a little strange to him. "What if you offend your superiors? That would be troublesome."

Miku smiled at him, beckoning her lips with her finger, deliberately striking a seductive pose. "You are my superior, so as long as I don't offend you, everything will be fine. Right, Section Chief Yumeno?"

Hmm… this is terrible. If Kae doesn't show up soon, all the chips will slip to Miku's side. Naga looked at Miku's beautiful smile, a flutter in his heart, as if he had returned to his teenage years when he would be so excited by a girl's smile that he couldn't sleep all night.

He realized Kae's unusual behavior shortly after this pleasant lunch.

In the corridor, Naga bumped into Kae as she exited the elevator, heading to the other end. He was about to greet her with a smile when he saw an expression on her face that was almost one of sadness.

She quickly lowered her head, giving a perfect 90-degree bow, and said in a slightly muffled voice, "Hello, Section Chief." Then she hurried across the elevator doors, almost running away.

Naga watched her retreating figure with a puzzled expression. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but her thin shoulders were trembling, as if she were crying.

He subtly questioned Koga Yu, but didn't get any useful information. Kae was beautiful and had a good personality; she shouldn't have been bullied by others. Could it be that she was avoiding him because she felt he and Miku were about to start dating? As far as he knew, Kae wasn't that kind of person. Her expectations for a reliable boyfriend, or even a husband, seemed to supersede her job. If Naga pursued her and formally confirmed their relationship, she would immediately resign and become a full-time housewife with just a word.

Moreover, Miku's hesitation presented Kae with her best opportunity. Had his attractiveness diminished? Naga glanced at the glass reflecting the projection and quickly dismissed the idea. If she had changed her mind, there would be no need for her to be sad and crying, right?

Could it be that Miku did something to her? Naga couldn't help but laugh at himself for even coming up with such an absurd reason.

Maybe something happened at home. He'd find an opportunity to ask her about it once things calmed down. Taking the document from An, Naga quickly switched to work mode.

(29)

Most of his weekend was occupied by several social engagements, with the remaining task being to visit Seto Asaka.

Naga felt that Asaka's ordeal was related to what he had done in his dream. Although he had no reason to feel guilty in the dream, the impact in reality still made him feel uncomfortable. Moreover, such an experience was indeed a disaster for a conservative woman.

"Section Chief, you really are... uh, unexpectedly kind." Miku, who had accompanied him through all the social engagements, naturally accompanied him to this one as well. This made Naga feel a little more at ease, otherwise, he probably wouldn't be able to maintain a normal expression if he were alone with Asaka.

Asaka comes from a single-parent family; her father is always busy with work. When Naga rang the doorbell and saw Asaka herself open the door, he wasn't too surprised. After all, no matter what setbacks one encounters, life goes on.

Asaka looked thinner than when she went to work, her cheeks slightly sunken, and her eyes showing a gloomy weariness. She looked at Naga, who was carrying fruit, smiled gratefully, and stepped aside, saying softly, "Please come in." After

sitting on the sofa, she remained silent for almost two minutes before Miku broke the silence.

"Um... Seto, are you feeling better?"

"Yes, I'm fine now." Asaka lowered her head, her slender fingers intertwined, and blue veins appeared on the back of her fair hands.

Naga opened her mouth, only to find her voice was uncontrollably hoarse with nervousness. "Your colleagues are all very concerned about you. Actually... there's no need to resign."

Asaka was silent for a few seconds, then shook her head slightly in the middle of her long, flowing hair. "I... can't go back. Dad said he'd take me far away, so we can... quietly start a new life together."

Her voice was somewhat childish, with a slightly nasal tone, like a child who had been wronged but didn't want to show it in front of adults. "Thank you so much for coming to see me. I... I'm really fine."

Miku hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is your wound really healed? I heard from a friend that you said you were beaten up badly. That bastard is so awful!" Her raised tone perfectly incorporated an element of righteous indignation, undeniably revealing that she was far more intelligent than she appeared.

Asaka clenched her hands, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably. She looked up at her former colleague with a confused expression. "I...I don't know how to say it." She paused for a few seconds, then covered her eyes with her hands, resting her elbows on her knees. Her voice suddenly became agitated. "I...I was clearly...clearly treated like that, so cruelly, but...but when I woke up, it was just a dream. Why...why would there be such a cruel, so real dream..." She looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I know you won't believe me, I...I wasn't forced by the section chief..." "I...I was assaulted in my dream. It must be like this, I didn't feel the section chief do anything to me at all, my body...my body, deep inside, is still filled with the pain caused by that man in my dream!" She sobbed, raising her hand to cover her face. "But no one believes me, they all just think I'm too traumatized. Dad even wants to take me for a psychiatric evaluation, but I said it's all true...it's all true."

Miku didn't understand what Asaka was saying at all, so she looked at Naga for help and whispered, "Hey, aren't you very good at dreams? Say something about it too."

“Ah… this…” Naga scratched his head. “Seto, I… still believe you. Dreams are mysterious things. And not everything can be explained by science these days, right?”

Asaka lowered her hand, her eyes brimming with tears, and looked pitifully at Naga. “Really? You believe me? Don’t you think I’m going crazy?”

Naga took out a newly bought copy of “Nighttime Thoughts” (by Andre Locke) from his bag and handed it to her. “If you can, calm down and read some books about dreams. Maybe you’ll suddenly find a way to heal yourself.” "Okay."

Asaka hugged the book tightly to her chest and nodded earnestly. "Thank you, Yumeno-kun."

On the way back, Miku asked him in a rather subtle tone, "Hey, Naga, are dreams really that interesting? I always hear you and Tabe talking about them, but I... I don't really dream much. And when I do, it's hard to remember them."

Naga didn't know how to tell her. Telling the truth was definitely out of the question, so he vaguely steered the conversation away. "Dreams are just another world. If you think about it that way, you'll find it very magical."

"Another world...?" Miku suddenly turned her head, looking at Naga's profile, strands of hair blowing in the wind brushing against her smooth, fair cheek.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Naga touched his face shyly and asked.

"Nothing." Miku pursed her rosy lips and brushed the strands of hair away from her face. "I just feel that I prefer reality to another world."

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