[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 18

(66)

At noon, Naga went to the ramen shop he and Miku often frequented. He ate lunch alone. After lunch, he went to their new home again, but only the same few construction workers were there. He

had to put his afternoon work aside. Without news from Miku, he had no motivation for anything. It felt like a part of him had been ripped out, suspended in a vacuum without support, leaving him completely exhausted.

He took a nap in the car, but the weather was getting hot and humid. He didn't dare close the windows or turn on the air conditioning, and as a result, he couldn't really fall asleep. His hazy consciousness was awakened by an unfamiliar phone call around 1:30.

"Hello, is this Yumeno-kun? It's me, Shingo Akiko. If it's convenient, please come to the top floor of the XX Group building before 2:30. He wants to see you."

The parent company, Naga thought, hanging up the phone and smiling bitterly. He had been there a few times, but only to give a performance report on the third floor. As for the top floor, he had never thought he would ever go there.

Come on, no matter what, he couldn't adjust his mood until these things were resolved. Taking a few deep breaths, Naga closed the car window, started the engine, and drove towards the skyscraper in the prime location.

Perhaps due to a primal fertility worship, towering buildings in the city often became symbols of a certain area. Those solid, massive structures always reminded Naga of enormous phalluses, laden with human arrogance, reaching towards the all-encompassing sky, laboriously displaying their insignificant grandeur.

If these tall buildings symbolized phalluses, then the people walking among them were sperm swimming and waiting to ejaculate. With this absurd thought, Naga entered the concrete city totem reflecting the blinding sunlight.

To his surprise, sitting on the sofa in the lobby, waiting to greet him, was Tsukamoto Sayaka, who had recently been transferred back.

Upon seeing him, Sayaka's eyes became moist, a thirsty gaze waiting for him to conquer her. With that look in her eyes, Sayaka led him towards the elevator. Her full hips, encased in her tight skirt, swayed seductively with each step in her high heels, creating alluring curves in the silver-gray fabric.

Earlier, Naga would have been tempted to take a sip in the elevator. But he wasn't in the mood now. A large part of his busy mind was occupied with worrying about Miku, and the rest was focused on the nervous anticipation of meeting Miku's father.

No matter what, Miku won't leave me. With this certainty, Naga finally calmed down before the elevator reached the top floor.

Outside the open elevator doors, standing beside the red carpet, stood Akiko Shingo. She nodded to Sayaka and took over the lead, guiding him to the largest door at the far end.

After knocking, a beautiful girl who looked like a high school student emerged, her face flushed and displaying the languid expression typical of someone who had just had sex. She wore a large bathrobe, boldly glanced at Naga, chuckled, then hurriedly wiped a trace of white fluid from the corner of her mouth and strode towards the elevator in her slippers. "

What an energetic old lecher," Naga thought inexplicably, his mood relaxing slightly. The feeling of almost meeting a kindred spirit lessened his inferiority complex.

When the door opened, Akiko didn't follow him in, but simply nodded to him from outside, gesturing for him to come in.

This private meeting was exactly what Naga wanted. He gave Akiko a smile and strode inside.

The furnishings inside were much simpler than he had expected. A huge landscape painting hung on the wall opposite the entrance. Having no knowledge of classical Chinese ink painting, Naga could only guess that it was likely the work of a very expensive master. Divided by the open door, the room was strangely divided into two completely different styles of decor: Western and Japanese.

One side of the room was raised, covered with simple, traditionally handcrafted tatami mats, resembling a specially designated four-and-a-half-tatami tea room. In the center sat an antique tea set, a low table, and a blue brocade cushion.

The other side had simple terrazzo tiles, with a bookshelf near a door leading to an inner room, next to an old-fashioned sofa and coffee table. It seemed Mr. Fujikawa didn't work here; there were no office supplies, and the bookshelves were filled with books and scrolls unrelated to business.

"He must be in the inner room," Naga cleared her throat and said, "Excuse me, I'm Yumeno Naga."

A deep reply came from the inner room: "Come in."

Naga took off her shoes and stepped onto the tatami mats before the small door. The inner room was a classical Japanese-style room that gave one a sense of stepping back in time. Apart from a portable computer on a low table, there was almost nothing modern. Even the erotic prop placed awkwardly beside the cushions was an antique jade phallus.

Presumably, that thing was still embedded in the body of that beautiful girl not long ago; its rough, hard surface was covered with a layer of clear fluid, glistening.

There was only one small window in the room. Although it was an antique-style wooden structure, being on a high floor, an additional layer of tempered glass was visible from the outside.

It was like solid, advanced modern technology struggling to protect a tradition on the verge of disappearing.

Fujikawa Kengo sat under that window, his kimono open, revealing his muscular, brown chest. His skin wasn't loose, and his muscles looked strong. Contrary to Naga's expectations of obesity, he was only slightly overweight, and even sitting there, he looked exceptionally robust.

Unlike the serious, somewhat gloomy expression he displayed in magazines, when Fujikawa looked at Naga, it was more like the look of an ordinary middle-aged man facing the man who was about to marry his daughter.

A hint of resentment, a hint of relief, and the rest was all rigorous scrutiny.

"Sit," Fujikawa gestured, stood up, walked back to the low table, straightened his clothes, and sat down.

Naga nodded and knelt down in the same upright posture, respectfully looking at the man opposite him, Miku's father.

Miku's features still faintly resembled her father's; even in his old age, traces of his youthful handsomeness could still be seen in Fujikawa. Similar features looked beautiful and spirited on Miku's soft face, inherited from her mother, but on Fujikawa's masculine square face, they created a completely different meaning.

"Have some tea." Picking up the purple clay teapot on the table, Fujikawa poured Naga a full cup.

Naga held it with both hands and drank it sip by sip. He wasn't an expert on tea, but he could still taste the lingering fragrance on his throat. "Thank you."

Neither man seemed quite sure how to start a conversation. After Naga thanked him, a brief silence fell in the room.

On his way here, Naga had considered all sorts of possible questions and how to answer them. But he never expected that the first question the other man, as Miku's father, would ask him would be like this.

"Miku doesn't know about you and Ami, right?"

Hearing this question suddenly made Naga's mouth go dry. All the answers he had prepared vanished into a jumbled mess. He nervously looked at Fujikawa, only to find the other's expression remained perfectly calm, as if discussing something completely ordinary.

Naga gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, Miku…she might have guessed something else, but about you and Ami, she probably doesn't know yet." The other was a cunning old fox; without specifying what it was, he only used a vague pronoun. "

Actually, it's not a big deal if she knows. I understand that girl," Fujikawa leaned back on his knees, his eyes half-closed as he stared at Naga's face. "She's gone to this much for you. Even if it's just because of her stubbornness, she'll persevere, no matter how hard it is."

"I'm sorry to her. I…I'll definitely treat her better from now on." His palms were sweating. The other's gaze was calm, yet Naga still felt an invisible pressure.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Fujikawa smiled slightly, a hint of mockery twisting in the wrinkles on his face. “It’s normal for men to like women. As long as you have the ability, you can naturally enjoy more happiness than those who are incompetent. Laws and the like are just tools used to restrain mediocre mortals in accordance with the changing times.”

He tapped the edge of the table lightly and said in a deep voice, “Those flashy toys are not worth mentioning, and I’m sure Miku wouldn’t care. The only one who’s special is Ami. They are sisters who are a year apart, as you should already know.”

Naga didn’t know how to respond, so she just nodded.

“Ami is different from ordinary girls,” Fujikawa said slowly. “She hates men with all her heart. Sometimes I think how wonderful it would be if she were a son. That way, even if her bloodline wasn’t pure, I would be happy to let her inherit more than half of my family business. Apart from her gender, I’m satisfied with everything about her.”

“I was originally going to find husbands for my two daughters. I need an heir with the Fujikawa name. I’m already fifty-three years old, and my cousins in the countryside are eyeing the huge cake I’ve built in Tokyo. As long as I don’t have a suitable heir, those wolves will immediately rush here and devour all the flesh and blood, leaving only the scraps of bones for Miku and Ami.” He spoke quietly, his gaze fixed on Naga’s face. “I only have these two daughters. I probably won’t have any more sons, but I have a feeling that these two daughters will bring me a grandson, a grandson with the Fujikawa bloodline who can inherit my family.”

Was this a promise? Or a temptation? Naga wasn’t sure. His tension eased slightly. He quickly calculated in his mind, guessing the man’s intentions like a business negotiation. Before he was sure, he felt it was best to remain silent.

“Yumeno Naga,” after a few seconds of silence, Fujikawa’s deep voice rang out again, “would you be willing to become the father of my heir?”

“You mean?” Naga asked cautiously.

“You are the only man who can conceive in those two sisters’ bodies. What I need are sons with their blood, and I want them to bear the Fujikawa name. To become my successors.” Fujikawa shifted his gaze to the teapot and added, “Of course, if your younger brother is not prepared to leave a Yumeno family line, you can retain one son’s surname, but only if you have more than two sons.”

“Two…sisters?” This didn’t seem like something a father should say, but for some reason, he felt it was perfectly normal for Fujikawa to have such thoughts.

“That’s right, it’s the two sisters.” Fujikawa picked up his teacup, took a sip, and met Naga’s gaze through the steam. “I had a fight with Miku on the phone last time, and that’s when I hurriedly started looking into your affairs. Although I was a little late, it’s not too late. To be frank, you’re not an ideal candidate to be a son-in-law of the Fujikawa family. However, Miku is determined to marry you, and you’re the only man Ami isn’t opposed to right now. I don’t have much time to waste changing my daughters’ minds, so I choose to accept the facts. I don’t mind that both my daughters share a man, as long as that man is given to me as the heir of the Fujikawa family.”

It seemed that today’s conversation was more like a transaction. Naga’s heart calmed down a little, and a smile appeared on her lips. “Miku and Ami both seem to dislike you quite a bit. Aren’t you afraid they will oppose my decision?”

“Ami isn’t that stubborn. She knows what a son with the surname Fujikawa means. As for Miku, I believe you can persuade her. She’s compromised a lot for you. You don’t need to rush. Wait until you have a son before talking to her. She’ll definitely compromise even more then.” Fujikawa straightened his back, looking at Naga with a slightly expectant gaze.

Naga could sense that it wasn’t an expectation of his agreement; this old fox was expecting him to do something else to meet his expectations.

"What will I get in return?" he asked bluntly. He knew Fujikawa was waiting for him to say this, and if he gave a hypocritical, direct answer, the other party would likely be disappointed. "You wouldn't be asking me to maintain my current romantic relationship, would you? That's not a very satisfying condition."

Fujikawa smiled, pulling a sheet of paper covered in print from under his laptop on the low table and handing it to Naga. "Any verbal agreement has no real binding force. There's no trust between us to maintain a transactional relationship, so a written agreement is the most suitable." He took a sip of tea and said leisurely, "I admire your mindset of treating this as a pure transaction; that's exactly what I want." After

quickly skimming through it, Naga needed to provide the surnames and custody and educational rights of his eldest son and all other sons (unless there were special circumstances). In return, he would receive a huge fortune that would make him feel unreal, including a clause that if Fujikawa Kengo were unable to maintain the group's operations prematurely, Naga could act as the group's president until the heir reached adulthood, provided he provided at least one future successor. Still relying on his own hands? How could that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin physical sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

Considering Fujikawa's age, this was an almost unbearable temptation for Naga.

He had an excellent younger brother, enough to inherit the Yumeno family lineage, and his bloodline could completely become the master of the Fujikawa family.

He tried not to be overwhelmed by the immense excitement, maintaining a calm expression, and looked up at Fujikawa, saying, "This is truly an agreement that's hard to refuse. But thinking about it carefully, if I'm willing to marry into the family and can persuade Miku, I can get all of this before the birth of my son, right?" "That's right

," Fujikawa said, placing his hands on the table and smiling at him, "If you can persuade your future wife to change her surname to Fujikawa with you, all of this can belong to you in advance. But I believe you can weigh the pros and cons, which is easier: persuading a mother who has just given birth or persuading a woman who hasn't married you yet."

"Okay, you win." Naga shrugged, admitting that the other party had indeed grasped the crux of the matter. For Fujikawa, the cost would remain unchanged, and what he desired was still an heir. But for him, the difficulty was entirely different.

Fujikawa pulled a seal from his sleeve and smiled. "No, the real winner is you. You've gained my daughter, many beauties, and in the future, everything in the Fujikawa family. Believe me, your luck is something I envy."

"It's just that your luck is too bad." Naga stood up, looking at Fujikawa, and flicked the agreement in his hand with his finger. "If you have another son later, I still won't get anything." He smiled, then added in a slightly provocative tone, "Of course, except for the two daughters I already have."

Fujikawa looked up at him, his smile deepening.

"I'm starting to feel sorry for you not being able to marry into my family and become my son, Naga."

"After September, I will still call you Father." Suppressing his inner elation, Naga answered calmly.

(67)

That joy couldn't offset his worry about Miku's whereabouts. As soon as Naga left the towering building, he drove to their future home for the third time.

Still no one was there. The renovation worker, who was on his lunch break, locked the door. After opening it, he found that the bedroom where Miku was temporarily staying was exactly as he had seen it that morning.

He had a strong feeling that Miku and Ami were together. The guy who had probably been planning something ever since he raped her was clearly targeting Miku.

He had actually been vaguely aware of that hidden purpose all along, but his cooperation with Ami was too wonderful, and he had deliberately ignored what he should have noticed under the control of his lust.

Miku... please don't let anything happen to you. Sitting on the bed where Miku had slept last night, Naga covered his face in despair and prayed helplessly.

Not knowing where to look anymore, Naga left the apartment building and returned to the company as the construction workers finished their afternoon work. Ami wasn't there, and the rest of the HR department, led by Matsushima Kae, were struggling to handle Naga's assigned tasks. Given their abilities, the result would only be a complete mess.

In this female-dominated company, the only office ladies Naga could acknowledge as having at least basic work skills were Kuroki Keiko, Miku, and the thirty-something woman in the finance department. It was best not to have too many expectations of the others.

Once he was focused on work, his attention was temporarily diverted. If he still hadn't heard from Miku by the end of the day, he might as well work overtime until late at night. Naga's mood constantly shifted between joy and worry, and he naturally felt the urge to escape.

To alleviate his growing frustration, he gave Yoshimi an order via email, and in a short break of about ten minutes, in the men's restroom, which had almost become his temporary playground, he forcefully ravaged the cruel ornaments on Yoshimi's nipples, ejaculating with pleasure as her soft lips rubbed against them.

Unbeknownst to him, he had become addicted to the feeling of treating women as playthings… Naga straightened his clothes, watching Yoshimi, her face on the verge of tears, wiping the semen-stained cheeks, lips, and chest of her clothes by the sink. The satisfaction of dominating her sent a chill down his spine.

When did this emotion, which used to only occupy his mind in dreams, begin to intrude into his real life? If this was a side effect of the dream-devouring, then… would he one day do the cruel things he had done to Nami in reality? He leaned against the doorframe, rubbing his throbbing forehead, and realized with some panic that he, who had once felt guilty for raping Seto Asaka in his dreams, could now do similar things in reality without any scruples.

Was it Ami's seduction, or had he unknowingly blurred the lines between reality and dreams?

He had already prepared to work overtime, but as he was about to leave work, Naga's phone rang. This time, the screen finally displayed the number he most wanted to see.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put the phone to his ear, and pressed the answer button. No matter what happened, as long as he could see Miku, there would always be a solution.

"Hello, is this... Mr. Yumeno Naga?" A strange man's voice came from the other end.

Naga's heart instantly clenched as if gripped by an invisible hand. He swallowed hard and asked nervously, "Yes, it is. Who are you? Where is Miku?"

Had she been kidnapped? Or had Ami done something to her? In an instant, countless terrible thoughts raced through his mind, making him almost want to throw the phone aside.

Fortunately, it was all just a pessimistic fantasy stemming from his dreamy nature. Upon hearing his admission, the person on the other end visibly relaxed, saying with a sigh of relief, "Ah, I'm saved. You must be Ms. Shimokawa's boyfriend, right? Excuse me, I'm the manager of XX Bar. Ms. Shimokawa is extremely drunk, to the point of being unable to move. Before she passed out, she was holding the phone, about to dial your number. We had no other choice but to try calling. The bar will be getting busy soon, Mr. Yumeno, would it be convenient for you to pick up your girlfriend? Our address is..."

"Okay, keep an eye on her for me. I'll be right there!" He abruptly abandoned his work, not even bothering to give a proper explanation, and dashed towards the elevator. Seeing the flashing floor indicator stuck on the first floor, he angrily punched the wall, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he rushed into the stairwell.

He teetered on the edge of speeding through more than a dozen intersections, finally arriving at the bar with the kind manager.

Naga was extremely cautious about alcohol, and even when they were alone together, he had never seen Miku this drunk. Her face was burning red, her long, disheveled hair covering half her cheek, damp with what looked like sweat or tears. She must have vomited in the restroom; there was still some vomit at the corner of her mouth. Her usual fresh scent had been completely replaced by the smell of rotten oranges, and the pungent stench of alcohol made Naga frown. To say it was

entirely out of kindness wouldn't be accurate. Miku had drunk the most expensive drink there and vomited on most of the sofa, and all she had in her bag was her phone and a small makeup kit. If the manager wanted to get paid, he would either have to sell this drunken woman or contact her family.

After paying the bill, apologizing to the bar manager, showing him photos on his phone to prove he was indeed Miku's boyfriend, and leaving his driver's license number as a guarantee, Naga was finally allowed to take her away.

Luckily, he had encountered a conscientious bar manager; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Seeing the completely drunk Miku, Naga walked over thankfully, ready to carry her away.

"...Who? Don't touch me... Get away..." The tipsy Miku weakly pushed him away twice, and after he lifted her up, she immediately started yelling, "No!... Don't touch me, get away... I... I'm calling the police!"

Seeing the suspicious looks from the manager and bartender, Naga reluctantly let go of her, rubbing his temples. "Excuse me, could you please get me a glass of ice water? Thank you." This

wasn't the time to get into a fight at the bar; they could talk things out at home. Naga steeled himself, took the ice cubes from the glass, and splashed it directly on Miku's face.

This stimulation finally sobered the drunkard in front of her a little. She opened her eyes, staring blankly at Naga, and with some effort, managed to focus her pupils and exclaim, "Naga...you...you're here."

"It's me. You're too drunk. Come on, let's go home. We can talk slowly at home, okay?" The patience he had honed during his past failures came in handy. He squatted down next to Miku and gently coaxed her.

Miku raised her hand and touched his cheek, saying groggily, "It really is you...that's good. Don't...give me to someone else..." Confirming that the person in front of her was indeed Naga, her eyelids drooped again. "Waaah...so sad..."

This time, she finally didn't resist.

He rolled down the car window, secured her to the passenger seat with the seatbelt, and drove her all the way back to their newly renovated house. Downstairs, she was unconscious again, completely drunk. Her unresponsive body felt heavier than usual. Naga, who had absolutely no experience with rescuing a drunken woman, struggled for a while before finally managing to place Miku on the bed, sweating profusely.

It looked like she was going to vomit again. Naga, without even changing his clothes, told the diligent construction workers to leave early while he carried a basin from the bathroom to the bedroom. He closed the door, unbuttoned Miku's shirt, and wiped her face with a damp towel.

If it weren't for his childhood memories of caring for his drunken father with his mother, he would have been completely helpless.

A few minutes later, Miku's upper body twitched a few times, then she suddenly sat up and turned her head to one side. Naga, who had been waiting for this moment, quickly placed the basin directly under her, went over to support her arm, and stroked her back.

"Ugh... Ugh—"

A strong stench of alcohol gushed out with the vomit. Naga frowned; she didn't seem to have eaten much during the day, and what she vomited was almost entirely liquid.

"Hey, remember to eat something. No matter how important the social engagement, you can't drink on an empty stomach; it's bad for your health." Not long ago, Miku, who was by his side, had reminded him of this several times. But now, she was groaning in distress, convulsing and vomiting, looking as if she were about to die.

After confirming that she had vomited enough, the electric kettle beside him finished boiling, and he poured her half a cup of warm water. Naga finally saw that her expression calmed down a little, and her body no longer curled up in discomfort, but naturally relaxed and stretched out.

Whew, he breathed a sigh of relief, took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt collar, covered Miku with a blanket, opened the window, and began to tidy up.

Night gradually fell, and neon lights chased away the moonlight, shining and dominating the city. He moved a chair, looked out at the almost black night sky, and sat down next to Miku.

If he fell asleep now, he would surely enter Miku's dream. Seeing her brow still furrowed in her sleep, Naga felt a slight throbbing pain in his heart.

"I don't believe it...you're lying to me." Whether it was a dream or a murmur from the effects of the alcohol, Miku's rosy lips parted slightly, emitting a delicate sound.

"I won't agree, I won't agree..."

"Ugh...why...why did you do this..."

It seemed she really had gone to meet Ami. Naga felt a headache coming on, suppressing the urge to enter Miku's dream if he fell asleep, remaining awake and waiting for her to wake up.

Around ten o'clock, Naga's stomach was growling with hunger. After confirming that Miku was alright, he tiptoed out of the room, first calling home to say he might not be home tonight, then going downstairs to buy a bowl of ramen and bringing it up. Worried that Miku might be hungry when she woke up, he also ordered a large bento box.

He turned on the living room light; the bedroom door remained closed. Naga sighed, sat down by the bay window where the renovations were already taking shape, and opened the bowl. The ramen takeout packaging was quite secure, and the aroma of the broth immediately wafted out after he opened it.

He picked up his bamboo chopsticks, about to start eating, when he heard Miku's still slightly drunk voice behind him.

"I want to eat ramen, how about you eat the bento?"

[pos]Yurisho: The Dream Eater 10

(Sixty-eight)

"Ah...at least my stomach isn't empty anymore." Miku slurped down a full bowl of ramen without any regard for her image, leaned against the wall on the side of the bay window, and patted her lower abdomen contentedly, saying comfortably.

Naga didn't eat quickly; there was still a little bit left in the bento box, partly because the convenience store bento tasted really bad, and partly because too many things on his mind affected his appetite.

"Uh... I'm glad you're full." He put down his spoon, deciding to set the food aside for now. He pushed the bento box aside and moved to a seat by the window. Leaning closer to Miku, he asked earnestly, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you all day."

Miku turned her head to look out the window and calmly replied, "Ami was looking for me. So I went to see her." She bent one leg and hugged her raised knee, then continued, "Actually, we don't need to hide anything anymore. Don't we? You should have already seen him, right?"

Naga, of course, knew who she was referring to, and simply nodded. "Yes, I met him around noon."

Miku laughed, her forehead resting on her knees, her hair falling down to obscure her face, preventing him from seeing her expression. "I originally planned to tell you on our wedding night. By then, I would already be the bride of the Yumeno family, I would have severed all ties with the Fujikawa surname, and my life would have started anew, wouldn't it?" Naga

reached out and covered her pale hand. "It's the same now. Nothing has changed, unless... you regret not marrying me."

Miku probably already knew about Ami, and for Naga, this was a gamble. If Miku truly regretted it, to the point that even the Dream Eater's abilities couldn't undo the damage, everything would shatter completely.

“How could nothing have changed?” Miku looked up, staring at Naga through her loose hair. Her eyes were bloodshot, whether from the effects of the alcohol or from exhaustion, it was hard to tell. “Would he not want you to marry into the family? Faced with such wealth, wouldn’t you be tempted? What will I do if you end up with the Fujikawa surname? I hate this surname… I hate it to the core of my being.”

“That day will never come. I will always be Yumeno Naga, my wife, and forever a daughter-in-law of the Yumeno family.” He said solemnly, naturally concealing the future deal he had made with Fujikawa Kengo.

According to his ideal plan, once he could appease Miku and allow their love to continue smoothly, he could use Miku’s youth as an excuse to prevent pregnancy for a period after marriage. During this time, he only needed to find a way to get Ami pregnant and give birth to a son.

But given Miku’s hatred for Ami, appeasing her tonight would likely be fraught with difficulties.

“You didn’t know Ami was my sister before, did you?” His answer seemed to ease Miku’s emotions slightly. She lowered her head and asked softly.

“Yes, I only found out this morning.” Naga said carefully, choosing her words cautiously.

“Why…why did you have that kind of relationship with her?” Miku’s voice began to betray an uncontrollable sense of grievance. “Those…those women who were like toys, I could try my best not to get angry, but…but why her of all? I’ve been so good to her since we were little, but she always tries to take everything from me. I’ve tried so hard to keep you from getting close to her, why…why did this still happen?”

Her voice gradually became choked with sobs, and the suppressed emotions in her heart surfaced with the effects of the alcohol. “From the moment she transferred you there, I knew something must have happened. I kept it all inside, pretending not to know, not trying to guess, not trying to think about it.” I feel like I've become a completely different person, foolish and weak, as if I could abandon all principles and self-respect except for liking you. I quit my job; I'm prepared to become a foolish bride, like those thirty- or forty-year-old housewives, just focusing on my own life, turning a blind eye to everything my husband does outside the home. I've already made that decision, so why… why won't she let me go…”

His fingertips trembled slightly with regret and shame. Naihe lowered his head in guilt. He now clearly knew how precious that dream-devouring experience had been to him, something he had allowed to trample on without abandoning him.

"I'm sorry, really... I'm so sorry."

Miku leaned back against the wall, her eyes glistening with tears, but not a single one fell. Even with her thick nasal voice, she didn't utter a single sob. "She showed me so many things. I can't believe that after seeing them, I didn't want to kill you. You must have cursed me, turning me into a foolish, despicable woman who loves you so desperately."

Naga didn't know what to say. For a moment, he even had the urge to jump out the window to atone for his sins, but he knew that doing so would only bring Miku even deeper sorrow.

Ever since he devoured that dream of her in a wedding dress, Miku's happiness had been solely tied to him.

Why... did I only realize this now? Or had I actually realized it all along, but deliberately ignored it to indulge in those smooth, fleshy bodies? Naga lowered his head in self-reproach, unable to bear looking at Miku's expression.

"If... you can't forgive me, I have no face to make amends. I... can leave, giving you the opportunity to find other happiness." After a moment of silence, he said slowly. However, he wasn't too worried; this was a gamble he couldn't lose.

Sure enough, Miku took a deep breath, pursed her lips, lowered her head, and remained silent for a while before whispering, "I only feel happy when I'm with you. I just didn't expect to pay such a high price."

"What...what did Asumi do to you?" Naga looked at Miku with concern, a chill running down his spine at the shame in her eyes.

He wasn't unfamiliar with that look; he'd seen it on Matsushima Kae in the distance, and Mizuhara Yoshimi more recently—a look of shame and helplessness.

"Don't...make me say, I don't want to say." Miku shifted her position, her voice trembling slightly, as if chilled by the night wind. "You'll find out sooner or later."

"Huh?" Naga stared at her in confusion, not quite understanding her meaning.

Miku didn't continue, but abruptly changed the subject, "By the way, I'll settle accounts with the renovation workers tomorrow. Then we'll sell this apartment."

"Then...where will we live from now on?" Naga was increasingly puzzled.

“Let’s live in a bigger place. I’ll take you to see it after work tomorrow.” She looked around the room she had designed and decorated herself, barely beginning to take shape. “I really like it here, but it’s too small. It can’t accommodate too many people.”

“Too many people?” Naga had no idea what she was talking about and suddenly felt like her brain cells were running out of space.

Miku nodded. “It’s no longer just a home for you and me. If I don’t want to go to prison to hold a wedding with you, I have to agree to some things.”

“You mean… Asami?”

“Yes. She said that all she ever really wanted was me. But she’s willing to give herself up to get me.” Miku smiled bitterly, as if she were saying something ridiculous but not funny. “Legally, this family consists of just you and me. But in reality, she wants the three of us to have each other.”

“This… what kind of strange request is this?” A family of three is rare enough in modern society, but this kind of arrangement, where a homosexual woman forces herself into a married couple and is even willing to accept a man for it, is something Naga has never heard of before.

“The Fujikawa family are all crazy,” Miku whispered. “My father is, Ami is, and so am I.”

“Don’t say that, Miku…”

Miku interrupted him, saying self-deprecatingly, “If they weren’t crazy, how could they agree to such a crazy thing?” She jumped off the bay window and stood in the room, stroking her exposed arms. “The thought that I will not only have to wait for my husband in the future, but also for my sister’s possible intimacy at any time… I… I feel cold all over.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… It’s all because of me.” Naga followed Miku from behind, hugging her from behind with guilt, apologizing repeatedly.

But to be honest, hearing such a request, the bud of desire in his heart couldn’t help but flutter.

Compared to a woman seeing her husband rolling around with another man, a man seems to find it much easier to accept seeing his wife entangled with a beautiful woman in bed, especially when that beautiful woman is willing to offer her body.

Of course, now is not the time to honestly show excitement; what he needs to do is continue to apologize.

That night, Naga did not go home. He and Miku embraced tightly on the small makeshift bed, one in pajamas, the other in a shirt. They did nothing else but feel each other's bodies, speaking softly as they drifted off to sleep.

Before falling asleep, Miku's last words were still filled with resentment, as if what she had said, along with other surprising requests, repulsed her from the bottom of her heart.

"Ami also said that she would be my bridesmaid at the wedding."

(Sixty-nine)

Before entering this dream, the feeling of falling through the air lasted for quite a long time. Naga even worried that he might fall to his death in the dark. Fortunately,

his fears did not come true. With the familiar feeling of floating, the world before him brightened.

He twisted his neck and turned to look at his surroundings.

It was a very ordinary room in a love hotel, with a heart-shaped double bed, a mirrored ceiling, and various sex toys on the bedside table. Hotels like this were as common in Tokyo as the stars in the sky. Naga rubbed his forehead in frustration. Ami had brought Miku to a place like this; even if he spent several more days, he would never find another one.

Clearly, this was a dream repeating what had happened during the day. Perhaps because she didn't find the previous conversation too profound, when Naga appeared, Miku in the dream had already showered and was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, gently drying her wet hair with a towel.

Her eyes were red, but she didn't cry; just like when she got home that evening, she held back tears welling up in her eyes.

Hearing Ami turn off the shower, she immediately pressed the towel to her eyes, closed them, and took a few deep breaths.

Naga stood by the bed, but no one could see him, and he couldn't touch anyone. He was merely a voyeur, not yet able to unleash his domineering ability to devour dreams. He could only watch, helplessly watching the things he vaguely guessed unfold step by step.

"Sister, don't look so sad. You know, I especially love seeing you smile. It's the most captivating sight in my heart, nothing can compare." Ami seemed to have showered quickly; her hair was still dry, only her body had been hastily rinsed.

She openly displayed her near-perfect body to Miku, and the longing in her eyes clearly expected the same response. "Why do you always hate me so much? I've tried everything, but I can't get your attention. It's still like when we were little, you only come to me when I make you angry. Why is that? Didn't you love me a lot before? After my mother died, didn't you stay by my side all night when I had nightmares? Sister, why don't you want me anymore..."

Miku looked at Ami with disgust, her hands clenched on her knees. "I... I did try to treat you like a real little sister. You took what I liked from me, and I could..." "I can tolerate your desire for my mother to dote on you, but... but I don't like women, and I can't stand that you actually treat him like a father! I hate that you like me in your own way, I hate the Fujikawa blood in you, don't make me say it a third time, every drop of blood in my body hates you!"

Asami actually showed a hurt expression, but it was quickly replaced by her usual deceptively gentle smile. "It's okay, sister, I can take it slow. We have a long time together in the future, I have the patience to change your opinion of me. I don't care if you like Yumeno like crazy, as long as you spare a little bit of your affection for me, I'll be satisfied."

"I won't give you any." Miku looked at her stubbornly, "You understand who I'm compromising for."

"I know, of course I know. I sincerely thank Yumeno for this. If I had known you would go to this lengths for him, I should have taken off my underwear and seduced him when he joined the company. Maybe for you, I would have raped him instead." Asami said this, she moved closer to Miku. After saying this, she raised her hand and gently placed it on Miku's bare shoulder, which wasn't covered by the towel, stroking it as she moved it behind her back.

"Sister, you're getting married soon, and you'll belong to another man." Asami's breathing became a little rapid, and the tender pink nipples on her bare breasts hardened and stood erect. "The last time I could touch your body like this was when I was fourteen. Time... flies."

Miku's muscles tensed, and she sat there stiffly, motionless, without saying another word.

“I didn’t want to rush things,” Asami sighed, lowering her head to gently kiss Miku’s shoulder. “But the thought of you marrying Yumeno soon drives me crazy with jealousy. I can’t take you away completely, or you’ll hate me for the rest of your life, so I have to do this. For you, whom I love most, I, who don’t like men, have already done it countless times with Yumeno. I’ve sucked his penis, swallowed his semen, and licked every part of his body. You, who don’t like women, are willing to go to such lengths for him, whom you love most?”

Miku lowered her head in silence, conveying the message that “this is my limit.”

Knowing that forcing things would provoke strong resistance from Miku, Asami kissed her back, slowly loosening the towel around her neck, peeling it off, and licking her soft, white skin. With a hint of jealousy, she whispered, "Even though you haven't gone all the way, he's so lecherous, he definitely wouldn't miss the chance to take advantage of you, right? He must have touched and kissed your body like this before. You like him, so you honestly express your pleasure. I really envy you..."

Miku's cheeks began to flush, but she remained silent, only her hands, resting on her knees, involuntarily tightened, gripping the bottom edge of the towel.

"Sooner or later, I'll make you like the feeling I give you." Leaning against the bed, Asami slowly and patiently played with Miku's shoulders and back with her lips and tongue, tracing the soft curves up and down. The slight indentation of her spine caused by her arched back was constantly caressed by the tip of her tongue.

Naga watched the scene before him with complicated feelings. The excitement of his body and the resentment of his mind were contradictory and intertwined, making him feel a bitter taste deep in his mouth.

Miku did not resist. In the end, Asami tore off the towel and threw it aside. The fair and tender naked body that Naga had not yet fully possessed was completely exposed under Asami's lips and tongue.

It was a pleasure that could not be blocked by simple mental resistance. When Asami's tongue skillfully swept into the private valley, Miku finally could not suppress a soft moan. With a shameful and angry expression, she tightly gripped the sheets beside her.

Just then, crackling sounds emanated from the surrounding space. Countless shattered fragments caused the scene before Naga's eyes to rapidly collapse. A massive vortex suddenly appeared in the depths of the dark, gloomy space, followed by thick black mist that surged out of the vortex, tightly enveloping the shattered dream.

Thinking it was the end again, Naga clenched his fist in frustration, awaiting the moment of awakening. Unexpectedly, his body once again experienced a feeling of weightlessness, until it stabilized in a completely new space.

All around was a white blur; he could see nothing. Before him lay a set of traditional Japanese bedding, and Miku lay there, her face flushed, her brows tightly furrowed, suppressed, humiliated moans escaping her throat.

"Ugh...no...let go...let me go..." Still bound in the nightmare, Miku's body writhed, the blankets covering her being pulled back with her movements, revealing her completely naked body.

Naga licked his dry lips, knelt down, and tentatively reached out his hand. His fingers touched Miku's warm skin, smooth and glistening with a thin layer of sensual sweat.

"God who gave me power, have you finally answered my prayers…?" Filled with indescribable gratitude, Naga began to stroke Miku's feet, which had kicked off the covers—not just out of lust, but also because he sincerely hoped that this dream-devouring experience would allow him to resolve this chaotic situation upon waking.

"Ugh… Damn it…" The sensations from the two dreams coincided perfectly, and Miku muttered in disgust, her eyes tightly shut.

"I'm sorry…" This was the second time he had caressed Miku's body in a dream. Not intending to linger, Naga apologized softly as he covered her hot, naked body.

"So heavy… Waaah…" Feeling Naga's pressure, Miku protested in distress, weakly pushing against his chest with her hands.

Unlike the other dream owners who were devoured, Miku still hadn't woken up in this world dominated by Naga. Although her consciousness was close to awake, she kept her eyes tightly closed, revealing an unwilling expression of torment from pleasure.

His desire for Miku was concentrated at the tip of his penis, which was swollen to its limit. He lowered his head and sucked on her erect nipples, guiding his penis into her writhing crotch. Feeling the touch of a moist, tender indentation, he slowly rotated his waist, rubbing against that entrance of ecstasy.

"Hmm...hmm?" Miku let out a confused moan, her hazy consciousness seemingly gathering a dangerous warning. She nervously raised her hand and grabbed Naihe's arm. "Wh...what? Who is it...no, don't, don't come in..."

Her virgin vagina, covered in honey-like fluid, exuded a strong allure. Naihe suppressed the urge to thrust in, gently soothing her while rubbing his glans against her sensitive clitoris. "Miku, it's me. I want you so much."

Miku's brow relaxed slightly, and she said in a daze, "Nai...He?"

"Yes, Shimokawa-senpai, it's me, it's this foolish and ungrateful junior."

"I...I'm having another strange dream..." Miku said softly, her voice devoid of emotion. "Since it's a dream, it shouldn't...hurt so much, right?"

"Whether it's a dream or not, I'll be very gentle." Naihe said breathlessly. Unlike last time when she was covered by a wedding dress, this time Miku was completely naked, and her passionate appearance quickly wore down his patience. He held the base of his penis, half of the glans already squeezed into a delicate opening, the narrower, more winding passage deep inside swirling and drawing his flesh in.

"Then...then please take me, take me away from this nightmare..." Miku sighed, trying to open her eyes but unable to, shifting her body, spreading her legs and lifting them to Naga's waist, transforming into a fully bloomed, supple flower.

"Miku, I remember the last dream too. This is my ability, I don't want to hide it from you anymore. If you don't believe me, you can ask me in the real world when you wake up. Leave this nightmare, I'll be waiting for you here." He whispered in her ear, his body gradually pressing down, his hard organ thrusting into Miku's soft body, pushing aside the clustered flesh, pressing against the membrane that wasn't new to her.

"This...this is what you talked about with that girl before...Dream Eater?" Miku showed an expression of enduring the throbbing pain, her eyes darting rapidly beneath her eyelids, as if trying to escape the nightmare trapped in a black mist.

“I suppose so. Dreams are another world, and you can treat me as the master of this world. Miku… just bear with it a little longer, I… I’m coming.” He adjusted his position, his hands supporting him under her armpits, looking down at the alluring naked body beneath him and the parts where they were joined together. He pulled back slightly, gently rubbing back and forth at the entrance that wouldn’t breach the final barrier.

“Uh… so… so full…” Miku moaned softly like a kitten, her body gradually relaxing. The senses that had been battling negative emotions finally took over, and a tingling pleasure began to radiate from the center of her body to her limbs.

It was time. As fresh love nectar flowed from her flower core, staining his sliding glans, Naga hardened his heart, lowered his head, and kissed her lips. This time, his withdrawn penis did not stop at the hymen, and his thick, long penis plunged into the deepest part of Miku’s body in one go, filling every inch of that crevice that belonged to him.

“Ugh—Ugh—!” Raising her body, Miku clung tightly to Naga's torso due to the sharp pain, and as she forcefully sucked on his tongue, she finally opened her eyes. From

somewhere far away, the sound of something shattering completely followed…

(Seventy)

“Good morning, good morning! Have breakfast and go to school!” Minase Nayuki’s soft voice came from the phone’s speaker, acting as an alarm clock, waking Naga, who was still immersed in the afterglow of his dream.

Although he had successfully completed a dream-devouring, Naga had a lingering feeling that his abilities were rapidly declining. This time, dragging Miku into the dream seemed to have exhausted his last remaining strength. In the end, before he even wanted it to end, the dream abruptly terminated.

What went wrong? Naga thought nervously, stretching and preparing to get up.

“Did you dream too?” Before he even opened his eyes, he heard Miku’s strange voice beside him, filled with confusion and even more tension.

Knowing what she was asking, Naga didn't open his eyes and lazily nodded.

A moment of silence followed, then a sigh-like exhale came from beside him. "It's...a very strange feeling. So, I...you've already...done that twice in my dreams?"

"Yes," Naga shook off the lingering sleepiness and opened his eyes. "That shows how much I missed you." Changing the subject was necessary; he didn't want Miku's not-so-stupid brain to connect the first erotic dream with the curse theory.

It seemed Miku had been up for a while, but she was still in her pajamas, sitting on the inside of the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, tilting her head to look at him. "Stop saying nice things. How am I supposed to know who else you dreamed about?" Miku pursed her lips and shook her head slightly

. "Ugh... my head hurts so much. I never want to drink again in my life." "You drank too much yesterday." He got up, placed his hands on her head, and massaged her temples.

She hummed softly in comfort, leaned forward to lean closer to him, and whispered, "Who told me that alcohol can make people forget unhappy things? That guy is such a big liar. I... I remember everything so clearly."

"Miku... uh... I'm really sorry. It's all my fault. I'll do anything you ask if it will make you not angry." At this moment, he truly made a sincere promise. For Miku, even if it was a pity, he was willing to give up those beautiful toys, give up his various collaborations with Asami, and even give up his promise to Fujikawa Kengo.

A surge of emotion welled up within him, and he almost wanted to say, "As long as you wait for me, I'm not afraid of going to jail.

" But before he could speak, Miku had already thrown herself into his arms, her arms tightly wrapped around his back, her forehead pressed against his chest as if trying to relieve a headache. After a few moments of this, she said in a low voice, "It's incredible. It was just a dream, but I feel like I've been reborn. I feel so much better. Naga, when you have time, let me read those books about dreams you've been reading."

"Yeah, if you want to read them, I'll go to the library and borrow them for you."

He glanced at his phone; it was almost time to get to work. He hesitated, unsure if Miku's mood had truly improved. Last night's dream-devouring technique didn't seem to have been very effective, which made him quite anxious.

"Um... Miku, I'm going to be late."

Miku kept her face buried in his chest, her hands groping for his collar, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time.

"You... what are you doing..." What did this mean? "Wasn't it enough in the dream? Are you planning to actually do it in real life?" Naga thought excitedly.

Miku slowly peeled off his shirt, revealing his left shoulder. Then she raised her head and kissed his chest, collarbone, all the way down to his shoulder. Then she opened her mouth and bit down hard on the muscle of his left shoulder.

"Ugh! Ugh—!" This wasn't a playful joke between husband and wife; it was a real, forceful bite. Naga looked at Miku's head pressed against his shoulder in panic. He could clearly feel her hard teeth slowly digging into the flesh of his arm. The intense pain made his entire left arm lose all strength. "Miku...it hurts, it hurts so much, what are you...doing?"

Blood trickled from the corner of Miku's mouth, but she still bit down hard. Tears welled up in her reddened eyes, and her mouth was filled with the metallic taste of blood.

She bit almost through Naga's entire muscle before letting out a scream, releasing her bite and falling back against the wall, staring blankly at him, her full breasts heaving violently.

"Miku..." Naga looked at the teeth marks on his shoulder; they were really bad. He had to use all his strength to restrain himself from shoving Miku away. He knew he deserved this bite; for Miku, this scar should be a sign of the end.

Miku didn't answer. She silently climbed off the bed, retrieved gauze and medicine, and quietly went behind Naga. She disinfected and bandaged his wound, then stroked it, saying softly, "I've been in pain too. You've been in pain too. So, let's move on..."

The heavy stone in his heart finally rolled away. Naga grimaced as he put on his shirt, kissing Miku on the lips. "You scared me to death! I thought you were going to bite me to death."

Miku wrinkled her nose, and Naga's familiar smile returned. She deliberately poked the wound on his shoulder. "Bite you to death would only make me feel worse. I'll just give you a quick, perfunctory bite. Your flesh is awful, salty and smelly."

"It's my fault. Next time, Shimokawa-senpai, please let me know before you speak. I'll definitely wash myself nice and smelly, and I guarantee you'll want a second bite after the first... Eh? Then I'll be bitten to death!"

"Ugh, don't talk about this anymore. I'm just so upset, I really want to forgive you, but the anger from yesterday is bubbling up inside me and I feel like it's going to explode... Hey, does it really hurt?" Miku frowned, her hand tenderly stroking the bandaged wound through her shirt.

"Ah... It's okay, as long as you're happy, I can bite you ten or eight more times, it's fine, easy and fun." Naga grinned and hugged her, the cold sweat on his back finally stopping.

"Oh no! We're going to be late!" Noticing that he was way past the deadline, he'd have to drive that secondhand car as fast as Bloodhound SC to avoid being late.

Miku hugged him back, not letting him leave, and whispered, "Don't go to work. Take the day off."

"Huh?" Naga was taken aback. "What's wrong?" Was it going to be a real-life passionate encounter in this house that was about to be sold? Damn it... He quickly smacked his head. How come his mind was filled with erotic thoughts after last night's dream?

Miku was silent for a few seconds before answering, "Come with me to a few places."

Compared to that unimportant work, Naga knew what was more important right now. He didn't dare contact Ami at a time like this, so he called Matsushima Kae and arranged the day's work.

"Okay, Shimokawa-senpai, I'll be your personal driver for the whole day."

"Then I won't be polite." Miku smiled, got up, and headed to the bathroom to get ready. Reaching the bedroom door, she turned back as if remembering something and said, "By the way, could you change your alarm clock next time?"

"Huh? Don't you like it? You said you watched Kanon last time, so I changed it specifically."

"Uh… it's not that I don't like it, it's just that Nayuki's voice makes me want to sleep." Saying something similar to the male protagonist Aizawa, Miku, seemingly regaining her composure, stretched and went out.

Naga, rubbing his aching shoulder, got up and drew back the curtains.

Outside the clear glass window, the sunlight shone brightly…

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