[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 20 (End)

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After resting for a full ten minutes, Miku's fingertips were still trembling slightly.

She leaned against the headboard, her whole body completely relaxed. Yoshimi lay under her buttocks, acting as a pillow, using her back to elevate her, so that the seed of life could flow entirely into the palace that nurtured the future.

Naga sat on the edge of the bed, legs apart, hands on the bed, looking at his crotch with a puzzled expression.

Ami knelt on the floor, her slightly curly long hair swept to one side, her face turned to the side, earnestly licking Naga's penis from bottom to top, her tongue dancing on the shiny glans, reluctantly withdrawing it from her mouth, whispering, "Mmm... there's my sister's scent on it."

After two rounds, Naga's penis showed no signs of erection, only some engorgement, half-soft and half-hard, held in Ami's hand.

Her hair hung down on the inside of his thigh, a little itchy.

He cautiously turned his head to look at Miku, his newlywed wife, completely satisfied, lazily squinting her eyes, whether out of lack of energy and jealousy, or still savoring the wonderful taste of the previous climax, it was hard to tell.

“Naga, I remember you always have great stamina. It won't end like this tonight, will it?” Ayami sucked hard on the glans, stroking the still-soft penis, and looked up at him.

Come to think of it, Naga's libido had indeed gradually returned to normal recently, and his stamina and energy seemed to be slowly slipping away from their abnormal levels. He rubbed Ayami's buttocks with the sole of his foot, laughing, “It's because Miku’s vagina is so amazing. I ejaculated so much, I need to rest.”

Ayami chuckled, then stopped talking and began to focus on giving him oral sex.

Miku lay to the side, glancing at Ayami's head bobbing up and down, her expression quite complex.

A brief silence fell over the bedroom, broken only by the monotonous repetition of the soft sounds of Ayami's moving lips and tongue.

“Hey, Ayami, what exactly do you want to do here?” Watching her husband's penis gradually swell and extend in her sister's mouth, becoming an erect weapon again, Miku suddenly asked softly.

“My sister is going on her honeymoon tomorrow, and we won’t see each other for half a month. Sister… do you know what I want to do?” Asami raised her head, straightened her upper body, cupped her breasts with both hands, clamped them around the erect penis, and moved her smooth breasts up and down to serve Naga. Her hungry eyes were fixed on Miku’s bare chest.

“You promised me you wouldn’t disturb my wedding night.” Miku frowned, pulled the blanket over herself, moved off Yoshimi, curled up under the blanket, only showing her neck and above, and said with a complaining tone.

“But isn’t it over now?” Ashi pressed her fingers against her nipples, pulling them inwards. The engorged, rose-colored buds pressed against the upper side of his penis, sliding along the bulging veins on the foreskin. “Your sister can’t do it anymore, right? If your brother-in-law still needs it, Yoshimi and I can satisfy him, but you can’t anymore, right? For you, the so-called wedding night is over, isn’t it?”

“I…” Miku seemed to want to say something defiant, but the indulgence just now was too passionate. Just moving her legs made her swollen petals rub together painfully.

“Naga is a man with a strong desire, sister. I will help you satisfy him properly. I’ll do anything for you…” Ashi breathed slightly rapidly, staring at the penis sliding against her chest, suppressing the almost unbearable disgust in her eyes, she lowered her head and stretched out her tongue to lick the glans that emerged from the center of her honey-colored breasts.

Naga carefully observed Miku’s expression, and soon, he guessed Ashi’s reason for doing so. As he had expected, the jealousy and displeasure brewing in Miku's eyes grew increasingly obvious, not only because Naga was being teased by another woman, but also because that woman was Ami.

Ami was clearly a special and contradictory figure in Miku's heart.

When Naga couldn't help but moan under Ami's skillful sucking, Miku finally said in a restrained tone, "Alright, that's enough." After saying this, she rolled up the blanket, turned over to the other side of the bed, and left a corner of the blanket sticking out behind her.

Asami stood up with a victorious smile, gently kissing Naga's penis on the lips, and said contentedly, "This is our wedding night, and now it's my turn to enjoy my wedding night."

She climbed onto the bed, her buttocks sticking out as she quickly crawled to Miku's side, lifted the covers, and slipped inside, panting softly. She eagerly rubbed her lips against Miku's slender neck. "Sister, Naga's still rock hard."

Miku stuck a foot out from under the covers and gently kicked Yoshimi, muttering, "Isn't she here? I don't need you."

"That's perfect..." Asami chuckled contentedly like a cat that had stolen a fish, her slippery body sliding under the covers, her bright red tongue licking the marks on Miku's spine repeatedly, slowly sinking deeper.

Soon, Asami's head disappeared outside the covers, the bulging blankets writhing mysteriously, the protruding part moving towards the center of Miku's body.

Miku shifted her body, biting her lower lip as she looked at Naga, a blush of shame rising on her cheeks. Soon, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a sensual breath escaped her nostrils.

Naga stood by the bed, intently watching the changes in Miku's expression. That slightly immoral, shameful pleasure aroused his perverse lust.

Asami must already be between Miku's legs, her tongue out, her fingers parting Miku's tender vulva, greedily licking the flesh he had just manipulated. Miku's vulva was filled with his semen, and Asami must be swallowing every drop, wanting to play with her sister.

"Mmm..." Miku raised a hand, gripping the edge of the pillow, her fingers tightening with a moan.

This seductive sight made Naga's penis swell painfully. He couldn't help but lower his head, his burning gaze locking onto Ryoumi, who was naked, clutching her chest, trembling slightly.

Yoshimi noticed Naga's gaze. She shook her head slightly, a hint of fear in her eyes, and inexplicably covered her buttocks with her hands.

Naga frowned, giving her a threatening look, and thrust his hips forward.

Yoshimi's shoulders slumped weakly. She knelt on the bed and crawled over, looking up at Naga. She cupped his penis in her hands and licked it with her tongue, making a hissing sound.

Miku watched as Yoshimi slowly sucked Naga's penis into her mouth, mechanically repeating the swallowing and spitting motion. Although she still seemed a little angry, she was clearly less concerned than when Ami did it.

It seemed that Ami hadn't completely dispelled Miku's resentment yet.

"Sister, my mouth is full of Naga and your taste. Do you want to try some?" Ami licked her lips and crawled out from under the covers, a few white marks still clinging to the corners of her lips. One could imagine how much her tongue had dug out of Miku's body.

"No, no need... Ugh, ugh! Mmm..." Before Miku could even refuse, Asami's rosy lips pressed against hers, her tongue, carrying a complex flavor, skillfully venturing into her sister's mouth, forcefully demanding a passionate, lingering kiss.

Semen, love honey, and their saliva mingled together, swirling between their tightly sealed lips. Kissing was Asami's second most proficient technique after bondage; Naga had seen her more than once make women who didn't particularly feel same-sex love become thoroughly aroused with just a deep kiss.

Miku would likely be no exception.

Sure enough, Miku's hands symbolically pushed away twice before giving up, spreading out over the covers, her eyes becoming hazy under Asami's patient and skillful manipulation. Asami continued her tongue and lip exercises, relentlessly teasing Miku's gums, palate, and tongue, treating her mouth like her most desired genitals, caressing every part with her tongue as much as possible.

Despite her disgust, Miku was still aroused. She looked at Naga with frustration, but seeing only lust and no apparent concern, she lowered her eyes, a mixture of disappointment and relief in her expression, and finally returned her sister's kiss. Aya

's bare shoulders trembled with excitement, and she moved her lips more intensely, her kisses intertwining with Miku's, creating a series of passionate sparks. When Miku slipped her hand under the covers, around her buttocks, and gently probed her already wet genitals with her fingertips, she moaned with pleasure, arching her back to meet her sister's movements.

The blanket was now disheveled, with only half a corner tucked in, covering Miku's lower abdomen. Above the corner, Aya, writhing like a snake, rubbed her nipples against Miku's breasts.

This was the first time Naga had seen Ami so aroused. Her taut buttocks were soaking wet, as if she had lost control of her bladder. It was also the first time he had directly seen Miku being played with and responding to by Ami. Their snow-white bodies were intertwined, creating a sensual scene that made his blood boil.

Mechanical oral sex could no longer satisfy his urges. He swallowed hard, gripped Yoshimi's hair tightly, and controlled her head, rocking it back and forth rapidly like a masturbation cup.

Completely unable to resist, Yoshimi clung to Naga's thighs, coughing and struggling to pull her cheeks together, tears streaming down her face.

Asami rolled over, letting Miku lie on top of her. She wrapped her arms around Miku's waist, rubbing her cheek against Miku's breasts, which appeared even fuller due to gravity. She glanced at Naga and panted, "My dear brother-in-law, when did you become so easily satisfied? I... umm, ah, sister, it's... right there... ooh... so comfortable... ah, by the way, I... I specially washed... ah ah... I washed Ryomi's little asshole very clean so you wouldn't be lonely..." Family dating and couple dating communities have tons of innocent, wanton women waiting to be fucked! QQ, MSN, etc., are mainly for young girls and conservative women without other thoughts, basically no chance there. But the community is full of unmarried women and middle-aged mature women dissatisfied with reality and fantasizing about romance. No login required, no identity, free to come and go, making it a more ideal place.

Naga's eyes immediately lit up. He looked at Ryomi's snow-white buttocks, reliving the other kind of pleasure that tight anus brought him.

"Cough cough... No, no, President, please..." Unable to adapt to the twisted pleasure of anal sex, Yoshimi suppressed all her shame, clutching the penis and pleading, "Please fuck my front, fuck, fuck my pussy, that, that will make you feel good too... really."

Naga licked his lips. Watching the two sisters entangled naked wouldn't help his lust; he might as well play with Yoshimi right in front of him, as a pre-honeymoon dessert.

"Is that so? Then I'll really try it." Releasing Yoshimi's hair, Naga twisted his waist, looking down at her.

Yoshimi timidly clenched her buttocks, obediently lying back, propping her lower body against the edge of the bed, consciously raising her slender legs high, her hands on her thighs, her fingers tearing open her already engorged, tender pussy, revealing the flowing, lubricated flesh, waiting for the invasion of the large organ.

Secretly calculating in his mind, Naga lowered his waist and easily inserted himself into Yoshimi's body. The moist passage writhed and tightened, and it was clear that Yoshimi was suppressing her shame by actively contracting the muscles around her pelvis, causing her anus to open and close as well.

Afraid that Naga wouldn't get enough pleasure in front and would turn her attention to her anus, Yoshimi breathed softly, laboriously swaying her slender waist up and down, using her half-ripe lower body to actively manipulate the massive penis thrusting inside.

Naga was happy to get pleasure without having to exert himself, supporting himself with his hands on his waist, enjoying Yoshimi's service, and continuing to watch the naked sisters, now tightly pressed together on the bed.

With her back to Naga, Miku's shame seemed to be unconsciously numbed. As Ami continued to tease her, her rising desire made her responses more intense. Knowing that her swollen vagina couldn't accept Naga's caresses tonight, her craving for pleasure instinctively shifted to Ami, who wouldn't penetrate her internally.

Asami was clearly overjoyed by the response, almost to the point of madness. She let out exaggerated moans, as if Miku could bring her to orgasm with just a kiss on her nipple. When Miku complied for the first time, crossing her legs with Asami's, their wet mons pubis pressing tightly together, rubbing each other's sensual paradise in a purely feminine way, Asami sucked on her sister's toes with abandon, her long, moist thighs twitching with pleasure.

If he didn't know that interrupting them at this moment would earn him Asami's lifelong wrath, Naga would have wanted to pull out and rush up to her, pinning her down and thrusting hard into her round buttocks from behind.

He glanced down at Yoshimi; her arched, twisting, slender waist and hips didn't give him much intense pleasure. This kind of ordinary stimulation was no longer enough to satisfy his penis after ejaculating twice. He lifted Yoshimi's right leg and invaded from the side, no longer waiting for her to move, and began to attack actively.

Yoshimi relaxed her body somewhat with relief, biting her fingers as she endured the invasion of the thick penis. Her body had been trained to be extremely sensitive; even deep inside, she still felt a throbbing pain, and her cervix was numb from the stimulation. The sticky, lubricating fluid continued to flow with each thrust of the glans. The

gradually intensifying pleasure caused her to lower her guard. When Naga lifted her buttocks, she obediently lowered her waist, raising her shameful buttocks high to meet the man's organ.

Of course, she couldn't see that Naga behind her was already staring at the center of her protruding mound, at another opening that was contracting and expanding with pleasure.

Under Ami's influence, Naga had gradually lost any feelings of pity for this plaything. At this moment, in his eyes, Yoshimi was nothing more than a tool for sexual release, and choosing where to enjoy himself more was a matter he could decide immediately.

He spread Yoshimi's buttocks, watching the muscles of her perineum stretch and lengthen as her anus opened, the area slightly red from the friction of his penis, his erect member throbbing merrily below. He gradually increased the intensity of his movements, causing Yoshimi to clench her teeth tighter and tighter, her small face turning bright red, though soft moans still escaped from the corners of her mouth.

He thrust heavily a few times, his glans almost forcing open her tightly clenched flower core. Yoshimi finally couldn't resist any longer, frantically burying her face in the sheets, letting out a long, thin moan. Her legs, which were kneeling by the bed, twitched violently a few times before sliding limply down the sheets, leaving her half-kneeling on the floor.

This was the moment he had been waiting for. Naga excitedly licked his lips, the moans of the two sisters beside him slowly subsiding. It seemed they had already enjoyed themselves together once, and as the only man in the room, he couldn't fall too far behind. His

buttocks, resting on the edge of the bed, were the most convenient height. To penetrate her honeypot, he would need to lower his body, but with a different target, the angle became perfect.

Asami, her body flushed, hugged Miku tightly, looking at Naga provocatively, her hands encircling Miku's thighs, slowly rubbing her still slightly trembling, snow-white buttocks.

Naga's Adam's apple bobbed, but he knew it wasn't the time to possess those two women's anuses yet. The food he could eat right now was the only meaningful food.

Taking advantage of Yoshimi's limp limbs after her orgasm, he spread his legs and straddled her buttocks, parting the tightly pressed flesh and thrusting into the small, fleshy hollow surrounded by folds.

"Uh—no, no… President! There… no… no… no…" Yoshimi pleaded anxiously, her hands returning behind her buttocks, waving them to try and stop the intrusion of his penis.

But her anus, already played with by Naga, was no match for the sudden attack of the slippery penis. By the time her hands returned behind her back, Naga's pubic hair was already pressed against the cleft of her buttocks, and her trembling fingers only had time to cushion the man's taut abdominal muscles from arousal.

A strange pleasure, sending shivers down her spine and making her dizzy, surged from her anus, which was completely filled, leaving her utterly powerless to beg for mercy.

The hard penis ground against the delicate walls of her rectum, the force of the massive object spreading a powerful urge to defecate through her anus. Ryoumi groaned weakly, her buttocks instinctively tightening inwards. Her writhing anus, lubricated by the penis's lubrication, became a male paradise. Mixed with the sensation of defecation, her ravaged intestines honestly conveyed a twisted pleasure to her brain. She gripped the sheets tightly, her buttocks writhing painfully under Naga's violation, unable to stop her vagina from becoming even wetter from the manipulation of her anus.

It wasn't that Naga had any particular obsession with anal sex; he simply enjoyed a different kind of pleasure entirely different from vaginal penetration. In this position, his body could more directly feel the elasticity of a woman's buttocks. The psychological satisfaction of conquering a forbidden zone and watching the other person's unwilling yet still pleasurable expression was something he now readily sought.

"Ugh...it hurts so much...my butt...it's going to split open..." Rubbing her forehead against the sheets, Yoshimi helplessly gripped the foot of the bed, her toes digging into the ground, straining with each thrust of the penis, as if trying to alleviate the torment in her buttocks.

Asami watched Naga's penis moving in and out of her pale buttocks for a while. Yoshimi's moans aroused her again. She rubbed her thighs against Miku's buttocks, tentatively guiding her to another round of pleasure, while simultaneously making a gesture towards Naga's neck.

Naga understood, reaching up to grab the chain behind the collar and yanking it upwards.

"Gah...uh—" Her upper body arched backward, almost unable to breathe, Yoshimi quickly grabbed the collar with both hands, her legs and waist straining to support her weight.

The chain reaction of muscles made her tight anus even narrower. The penis thrusting in created a piercing pleasure, while pulling outwards created a vacuum-like suction deep within her intestines.

Naga gripped the chain tightly, his body shaking violently. His thigh muscles slapped against Yoshimi's small buttocks, causing her to stumble forward and then backward, helplessly awaiting the next thrust from her anus.

Caught between the bed and the leaning Naga, Yoshimi couldn't stand or fall. The twisting pleasure in her anus intensified, and her body became more sensitive due to slight oxygen deprivation. Her buttocks went numb from the impact, and saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth. As the collar tightened, her pupils rolled upward.

As her body convulsed violently with orgasm, Naga reached his peak of pleasure. He roared with satisfaction, grabbing Yoshimi's swaying breasts and clenching his fist tightly. Deep within her trembling anus, his weapon throbbed and began to ejaculate. Amidst Ayami's lewd cries and Miku's shameful moans, streams of semen forcefully poured into Yoshimi's narrow rectum.

After being violently violated, her anus, which had resembled a small chrysanthemum, could not close after the penis was withdrawn, leaving a swollen and congested hole, as if it were holding a transparent rod, wearily tightening and relaxing...

(Seventy-seven)

Perhaps Miku was not an ordinary person, perhaps Miku really was as crazy as she said. Naga was somewhat surprised to feel that such a crazy and lewd wedding night did not have any heavy impact on Miku.

She and her sister performed a homosexual lewd play in front of her husband for more than two hours, until both of them were in a semi-exhausted state due to orgasm. Her newlywed husband raped another woman's anus right next to her, and played with her with instruments until she lost control of her bladder and passed out. The day after such a twisted lewd feast, Miku was still able to act without any resentment, and happily embarked on a honeymoon trip with him.

He thought that Miku was carefully hiding her dissatisfaction, but after more than ten days of honeymoon, he found that Miku had actually accepted that kind of immoral sex.

This shouldn't have been bad news; at least he'd have less to deal with Miku's jealousy. But for some reason, watching Miku writhe happily beneath him with her eyes closed, he still felt a void and a sense of loss.

It was as if, without realizing it, Akira had stolen a place from Miku's heart, and all of that had originally belonged to him.

However, this worry didn't trouble him for long. In the last few days of their honeymoon, something even more anxious appeared.

The changes brought about by the dream-devouring technique were slowly fading from him. Perhaps it hadn't truly begun, but he knew in his mind that a consciousness had pierced through his neural network, directly warning him that everything was about to be lost.

His work ability, handsome appearance, skills in winning girls' hearts, strong body and abundant energy… most importantly, Miku's almost unreasonable infatuation with him.

He couldn't lose these, absolutely not.

Sensing that something was bothering him, Miku became even more gentle and considerate in the last few days of their honeymoon, and in the hotel room at night, she suppressed her shyness and became even more provocative and wild.

He was deeply moved, and this feeling only fueled his growing anxiety.

He couldn't imagine how Miku would look at him when everything was free of divine protection and they returned to their original state. Would she still be as gentle and playful as ever, or would she be deeply surprised and regretful of her previous obsession?

Looking at his peacefully sleeping wife beside him, Naga, unable to sleep, got up and tiptoed to the balcony of the hotel suite. Gazing at the sea, which grew unfathomably deep with the night, he lit a cigarette, leaned against the railing in dejection, and lowered his head.

On the day they returned home, Asami was unusually absent. The couple smiled at each other and peacefully enjoyed each other's bodies in the bedroom, undisturbed, making up for their missing wedding night.

Around midnight, Naga received an email from Asami. He glanced at the sleeping Miku, turned away, and opened it.

"Your honeymoon must have been wonderful, right? My sister and I should have a honeymoon sometime. Naga, won't you be unhappy? Well… if I borrow my sister for half a month, you'll definitely be upset, and she'll be angry with me too. So, I have to exchange it for a wonderful gift that will make you incredibly happy. Luckily, the gift preparation went smoothly, and I managed to get it ready before you go to work tomorrow. I promise, you'll love it."

The email ended with a smiley face emoticon, but Naga was certain that when she typed those words, Aya's face wasn't displaying that happy smile, but rather a chilling smile completely different from the lively feeling in her writing.

What was she still scheming for? She'd already given Miku to her... With her hands behind her head, Naga closed her eyes, trying to drift into a dream.

But even as the alarm clock rang and Miku gently kissed his ear, waking him softly, he hadn't dreamt of anything.

Just like his past experience of devouring dreams was nothing more than a bored fantasy...

Miku's cooking skills truly lived up to the teachings of the bridal school. After finishing the impeccable breakfast, Naga tidied up, gave his wife a farewell kiss, and drove to the company.

Although he didn't have high expectations, he couldn't help but wonder what Ami had prepared for him on the way.

Money? A car? A beautiful woman? These shouldn't be enough to make him overjoyed right now.

If she could bring back his dream-devouring ability, he would definitely be ecstatic. Unfortunately, that was obviously impossible.

The relocation was basically completed, and Naga, as the president, became the last member of the company to officially start work at the new location.

The reception desk had new faces, two beauties of roughly the same caliber as Matsushima Kae. They were outstanding in the previous company, but in the merged new company, they didn't stand out as much.

Because he hadn't estimated the travel time well, Naga was over ten minutes late on his first day back after leave. Fortunately, he was now the president, so he didn't have to be as anxious as before. With a president like Akiko Shingo who disappeared all the time as a precedent, being a little late didn't make him feel guilty at all.

After greeting the heads of each department and asking them to prepare their records and reports for the next two weeks, Naga leisurely strolled up to the third floor.

Apart from the receptionist who was responsible for representing the company's image and couldn't be careless, he had arranged all the attractive female employees in various departments on the third floor. After going upstairs, he immediately felt a sense of satisfaction, like a butterfly entering a garden.

On either side of the president's office were the secretary's office and the general affairs department. Undoubtedly, apart from Yuko Osawa, who was a capable assistant, the rest were all beautiful office ladies he had arranged according to his personal desires. When he entered the president's office, he even had the illusion that he had a harem on both sides.

Of course, still relatively clear-headed, he understood that such pleasures had to be put aside for work. He pressed the intercom and first summoned Yuko to get a general understanding of the company's operations over the past two weeks. Both

Manager Kuroki and Yuko's power had been deliberately amplified by Naga, and with their cooperation, the company, which was already operating normally, was unlikely to encounter any problems. The only minor setback was a gossip magazine catching one of their models in a scandal involving a male escort meeting with a host. Unfortunately, the model's private life was already incredibly chaotic; a former bed partner had even leaked photos of her engaging in a 7P (sex) with six men, so such a trivial matter was insignificant.

In the current entertainment industry, shamelessness was sometimes a selling point. If things got really bad, he could simply send her to a partner agency and switch to the adult entertainment industry.

"In the past two weeks, the company has recruited six new people. Their information is here; please take a look," Manager Kuroki respectfully placed a stack of documents in front of Naga, his face remaining expressionless.

Naga glanced at the receptionist's resume on the first page, too lazy to bother with such trivial matters, and put the stack of documents aside. "I'll look into it later. Is everything ready for the afternoon meeting?"

The tedious work quickly consumed time, and by the time Yuko and Department Head Kuroki left, the clock was nearing ten.

There were still annoying meetings in the afternoon, so Naga decided to relax for ten minutes to unwind. After returning from his honeymoon, even this slightly stressful work felt a little off.

Hmm… maybe he should chat with the beauties in the secretary's office to improve their relationship. Naga scratched his head, his restless mind unable to calm down.

He could easily imagine what the secretary's office was like: some were reading online entertainment news, some were swooning over idol stars, some were studying how to make their nails look beautiful, and the only one truly focused on work was Yuko. Most of the beauties from the merged agency didn't have personalities that Naga liked, making him somewhat understand why Ami had preferred to stay here.

For the first few days, they would pretend to be working when he came in, but now that he knocked and entered, everyone dropped the pretense.

The moment he stepped inside, his mouth dropped open in astonishment; his expression was so wide it was obvious he was practically dumbfounded. The young secretary, Kinjo Moeko, who was closest to the door, couldn't help but burst into laughter at his expression, her cheeks flushing red.

His surprise wasn't because there was someone else in the secretary's office besides Yuko diligently working, painstakingly tapping the keyboard with her index finger on office software she clearly didn't know how to use. It was because the office lady diligently proofreading a spreadsheet, her forehead glistening with sweat, was none other than Tabe Yui!

His tongue seemed to be tied in knots; Naga quickly clenched his fists, pinching his palms with his nails, using the stinging pain to clear his head before he could finally speak. He didn't interrupt Yui's focused work directly. Instead, he patted Moeko's shoulder and whispered, "Tell that new employee to come to my office when she's done."

He turned and left, closing the secretary's office door. Only then did he realize his back was sweating with nervousness, his heart pounding faster than usual.

Yui... would she be working here from now on? Right next to him? He pinched his cheek to make sure he wasn't dreaming, then rushed back to the president's office and grabbed the new employees' files.

Sure enough, on the last page, in the name section, neatly written in elegant handwriting, was Tabe Yui. A beautiful ID photo was pasted beside it, adorned with a serene smile.

He gripped the thin paper tightly, greedily browsing the information he'd never seen before.

Yui had filled it out very carefully and in great detail. Even in blank spaces where detailed information wasn't necessary, she had shrunk her font and written each stroke clearly. In the family relationship section, she first wrote "none," then crossed it out, and then filled in her parents' names in order, along with the cold words "deceased" and "missing."

With only a high school education, she probably wouldn't be able to get into this company through normal procedures. Naga smiled bitterly, finally understanding what Ami meant by "gift." If this was the gift Ami had intended to give him, he was overjoyed.

If all she wanted was a honeymoon with Miku, he wanted to book their plane tickets and hotel right now to express his gratitude.

It wasn't just because the girl he had long admired could suddenly be with him day and night, but also because the person he was looking for could only be contacted through love. Asking him to find a suitable excuse to contact his younger brother's girlfriend felt abrupt and strange.

Lost in thought for a while, a soft knock came at the door. From the crack in the silently opened door, Yui's curious face peeked out. "Ah...it really is you, Mr. Strange." The familiar address slipped out, but she immediately realized her rudeness, her fair cheeks flushing slightly. She covered her mouth, lowered her head, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I should call you President."

Naga waved his hand. "When no one's around, you can call me whatever you want."

Yui smiled, came in, closed the door, and happily called out, "Mr. Strange."

"Hmm," Naga couldn't help but feel happy about this meaningless exchange, and responded with a hum. Then, he found a safer topic to start with, "Are you settling in well here?" Since he knew it was Ami who had done it, he didn't bother asking what had happened.

Yui nodded vigorously, as if trying to break her slender neck, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I've always wanted to work in a company like this. Although I'm not very capable yet, I'll definitely work hard. My current goal is to become a shrewd and capable secretary like Osawa-senpai."

Uh... thinking back, when they used to eat together in the cafeteria, Yui did look at the office ladies around her with envy. Naga thought for a moment and encouraged her, "No problem, Yui is so dedicated, she can definitely do it."

"Hey... Stranger," Yui rubbed her fingers a little shyly, "I didn't even get my high school diploma, but I got a job at a company like this, and I even became a full-time employee with such a high salary. Does this make things difficult for you?"

Huh? Thanks to me? Naga was stunned for a moment, then realized that Ami had done him a favor. This girl has such a sharp eye; she could tell his feelings for Yui from such a brief encounter at the wedding. Of course, any man would be very happy to accept such a generous gift. "It's nothing. A serious work attitude is much more important than academic qualifications."

He then lowered his voice, deliberately speaking in a tense tone as if afraid of being overheard, and said, "You should have seen it too, right? Among all the seniors around you, apart from Ms. Osawa, is any of them better than you?"

Yui raised her eyes, thought seriously for a moment, then couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle softly, "It's very rude, but those seniors, really... hehe."

Yes, but all he was interested in were their glamorous and sexy bodies; there was no need to tell Yui about that.

"Ah, I still have two sets of data to check for Senior Osawa. Strange Mr., is there anything else?" After a moment of silence, Yui glanced at the clock on the wall and spoke. She clearly didn't like wasting time getting paid for nothing.

Since Yui was already working for him, even if he had some ulterior motives, there was no rush. Besides, he was newly married and not yet shameless enough to be so impatient. The most urgent matter at the moment was something else entirely.

“The official business is over, but there’s one more personal matter.” He cleared his throat, reaching out towards this last glimmer of hope. “Do you remember that senior with unusual abilities you mentioned to me?”

Yui paused, her clear black and white eyes blinking in confusion. “Um… Ah, you mean Yuka-senpai!” She blurted out a name, then lowered her head slightly in guilt. “I’m sorry, Stranger, I didn’t tell you the truth back then.”

Naga’s heart sank, even his fingertips turned cold. “You… you mean…”

Could it be… that the so-called Dream Eater was all made up by Yui?

Yui nervously bit her lower lip, making her petal-like lips turn slightly white. As if she had made up her mind, she straightened her back, placing her hands on her knees together. If she weren’t sitting on a cushion, she would have been in a perfect sitting posture.

“Actually, the relationship I described back then was the opposite.” Yui paused. “I… I didn’t want you to think I was a greedy girl. My family was heavily in debt, and Yuka-senpai kept talking about dreams coming true. I couldn’t resist, so I pestered her in the coffee shop until I finally found out about the Dream Eater.”

Her cheeks flushed, ashamed of the lie she’d told to save face. “Senpai didn’t ask me to investigate anything; instead, she told me that it was impossible for someone without talent to do that. But I had no other choice but to keep investigating, but unfortunately… I didn’t succeed in the end. I feel like I’m a dreamer, so why haven’t I been blessed?”

She was silent for a few seconds, then a sweet smile returned to her face. “Fortunately…” "Hao Bao Ke paid off my debts. Without my senior's abilities, I've started a new life. So I'm not thinking about those things anymore. Stranger, why are you suddenly asking about my senior? Are you interested in that ability too? You have everything…"

Naga frowned, shook his head, and said, "No, it's just something related to that. I want to talk to someone who knows a lot about this ability. It's… very important to me."

Yui looked at him suspiciously, somewhat worried, and said, "My senior is very tight-lipped; no matter how I ask, she won't say more. The information I found doesn't seem very true. She seems to have invested a lot of money in investigating the Dream Eater; she probably won't tell you so easily."

Naga pursed his lips and said seriously, "Whether it's possible or not, we'll only know after trying."

"Okay, I'll try calling the private number she gave me; I don't know if I can get through. When are you free?"

"Anytime is fine as long as I can see her." Naga spoke each word with almost pleading.

(78)

Hayami Yuka, the eldest daughter-in-law of Hayami Shinichiro, and the wife of Hayami Taisuke. As a member of a family conglomerate even more powerful than the Fujikawa family, this woman's public profile is not low. Naga found the information he was looking for without much effort.

Although Yua had not mentioned her surname, she was the only one who matched the name. Moreover, the rest of the information matched perfectly. She

dropped out of school at 18 and married into a wealthy family, quickly becoming beautiful and charming. Her handsome and philandering husband turned into a devoted family man after marriage, shattering the eyes of countless gossip reporters and the fragile hearts of many young women.

Those who did not know the inside story might only be jealous or envious of this high school girl's incredible luck, but in Naga's eyes, this was clearly the process of a dreamer reaping rewards step by step.

A womanizer with a long history of affairs, whose women could stretch from Ginza to Tokyo Bay, and who was a full twelve years older than Yuka—for such a playboy in his prime to fall head over heels for an ordinary-looking high school girl on his way to buy breakfast is something only superpowered individuals and romance novelists could conjure up.

Unfortunately, the ignorant masses can only believe it's a real-life version of a rags-to-riches story.

Putting aside all his pre-prepared research, Naga surveyed the private room; it was a good place for a secret conversation. It seemed that Yuka's influence on Yuka still lingered; after a few phone calls, she arranged his schedule for the evening.

Perhaps Yuka had a premonition about the meeting's content, because Yuka wasn't included in the date.

The chosen location was a VIP room at an upscale club. Naga didn't have a membership card, but luckily, many of the models in his company frequented such places, so he easily borrowed one, along with a complimentary kiss.

If he weren't so focused on the evening's meeting, he would have been interested in flirting with his sensible and beautiful subordinate.

When waiting for this type of woman, Naga never expected her to be punctual. So when the door to the private room opened three minutes before the appointed time, he assumed it was a waiter confirming his orders.

But it was Hayami Yuka who entered.

Presumably somewhat worried, she cleverly disguised herself with a scarf and large sunglasses, and her clothes were ordinary and conservative, unlike her dazzling appearances in the media.

However, Naga was stunned the moment he saw her, not only by the strange charm she exuded after removing her sunglasses and scarf, but also by a feeling that struck him deeply—like a wild dog, lost and adrift on the African savanna, suddenly encountering a dangerous yet familiar female companion.

She clearly felt something similar; her eyes widened as she looked at Naga, a barely perceptible twitch at the corner of her lips. Then, she pulled out her phone and, expressionless, dialed a number.

"Hello... Yes, it's me. Our agreed time might need to be rescheduled... Yes, I have something urgent. Two hours later, please... It's okay, I can have Taisuke pick me up." She quickly explained something, postponing a later event by two hours. It seemed she had only originally planned to take a quick look.

After putting away her phone, Yuka finally showed an expression—a playful smile. She scrutinized Naga from head to toe, then slowly walked to the large sofa and sat down, crossing her slender legs in front of the coffee table, leaning back on the soft cushions.

This wasn't a graceful posture; Yuka, adopting this stance, quickly shed her elegant young woman persona, revealing a more authentic side.

"I really didn't expect to meet someone like me in the same city." Yuka lowered her voice, her tone becoming very relaxed. It was as if she and Naga were long-lost friends, needing no regard for her tone.

Naga felt a mixture of unease and a sense of kinship, a feeling that inexplicably reminded him of certain spiders in mating season, where smaller males risk their lives to approach females about to mate.

Seeing his cautious expression, Yuka stretched her arms, her smile deepening. "You don't need to be so wary of me. Although your abilities are weak, your own kind cannot devour each other. You'll need to go hungry for at least another month or two before I can use you as food."

Naga paused, a look of confusion on his face. He understood the meaning of food, but he didn't understand what "hunger" meant. Did it refer to the state of not being able to devour dreams?

Yuka looked at him, as if she understood something, and said, "It seems... you're a complete novice. Not only have you been without food for almost half a year, but you've also consumed so much energy. Tsk tsk, you definitely don't understand your own identity."

Uh... although she had tried to investigate, in the end, it was nothing more than discussing it in some ability users' cyberspaces and checking a few books in the library. All her understanding was actually just vague guesswork. Naga nodded somewhat dejectedly, speaking for the first time in front of her, "Indeed, I... just realized I know nothing."

"That's normal," she smiled, patting his shoulder, her expression like that of an older sister despite being younger herself. "Without investing significant resources, relying solely on unreliable rumors won't allow you to understand us Dream Eaters. My investigations have reached as far as South America, and even then, I only gradually confirmed many facts after repeated verification. I suspect that most newcomers like you lost their abilities due to hunger while lost and returned to ordinary lives."

"Could you... explain it to me in detail? Please." Naga looked at Yuka earnestly, clasping his hands together.

"Of course." Yuka smiled, taking his clasped fingertips in her hand and gently kissing them. "Do you know how difficult it is to meet someone like you? How could I bear to let you disappear like this?"

A tingling current spread from his fingertips throughout his body, the comfortable feeling of his body relaxing made Naga involuntarily hum.

A blush of pleasure spread across Yuka's cheeks. She licked her glossy lips, reluctantly pulling away slightly. "Indeed, the feeling of being kindred spirits is wonderful."

"Well then, let's start by telling you about your experiences. Let me confirm what you know, what you misunderstand, and why you've remained in a state of hunger for so long." She raised her wrist, glancing at her expensive watch. "We have plenty of time; you can tell me everything in great detail."

Naga hesitated for a moment, took a sip of ice-cold beer, and took a deep breath. He then honestly and earnestly recounted everything that had happened since he met Nami on April 4th, the day of the recruitment drive—everything related to the Dream Eaters. His

intuition told him that the woman before him was one of his kind, and the only one who could save him.

After some refinement, these matters didn't require much explanation for Naga now. A dozen minutes later, he nodded, concluding, "Basically, that's all. That's why I was so eager to contact you. I had a feeling that if anyone in this world could help me, it would be you."

Yuka leaned lazily against the sofa, unbuttoning a button near her neck to reveal a patch of fair skin. "Indeed, this is the journey of most beginners."

"Are you hot? Should we turn on the air conditioning?" Naga looked at her, trying to avert his gaze from her exposed skin.

“No need,” she shook her head, took his hand, and held it. “I’m just looking forward to what will happen after I educate you.”

“Ahem, first, I have to correct all your misconceptions.” She cleared her throat and took his hand, placing it on her soft, full thigh. “Since you activated this ability, you’ve only performed Dream Devouring once. Only that one time.”

Naga looked at her in surprise and asked, “You mean… Nami?”

Yuka nodded and smiled, “The moment a Dream Devourer activates their ability, they have already evolved to a higher stage. Human dreams, that is, the world in the subconscious, are our food. All those who have been devoured will fall into eternal sleep, where there are only two possibilities: either it’s the endless dark void left after being devoured, or it’s a false illusion that we kindly bestowed upon them.”

“Then… then what about my…” Naga asked, somewhat incredulous.

“That’s the nutrition you get as the food you eat gradually digests.” Yuka picked up her beer and pulled his hand to the cold glass. “Just like when you drink this beer, it goes through your digestive system and is converted into various nutrients, eventually producing energy. All the benefits you get are that final energy.”

She said in a speculative tone, “I think that Nami must be a lively and enthusiastic young girl, full of expectations for life, and probably a dreamer.”

“Why… do you say that?” Naga, not knowing the answer, could only respond with confusion.

Yuka raised her index finger and rubbed it back and forth on the rim of her beer glass. “For us, the best ingredients are only a handful. Those who can provide a large amount of energy must possess an extremely rich and vast subconscious world. Experienced elders are one type, young people full of dreams and vitality are another, and those with extremely strong imagination and creativity are yet another. Basically, only these types of people are worth devouring. Because…” She paused, looking intently at Naga, “Every time we devour someone, we bring them into a permanent sleep. There’s no way to cure it. In other words, it’s not much different from taking their life.” Naga

’s breathing became short. The image of Nami lying on the clean hospital bed flashed before her eyes again. She would spend countless springs, summers, autumns, and winters in that bed, relying on medical equipment to sustain her life until she grew old and died…

"What you mistakenly perceive as the Dream Eater's spying and dream construction is actually just your process of digesting food. Based on your subconscious needs, the devoured dreams are broken down into the power to fulfill your desires. You haven't eaten since Cai Mei, but fortunately, your consumption wasn't too severe, and the first ingredient you chose was quite good; otherwise, you would be an ordinary person again."

"You... how many people have you devoured?" Naihe looked at Yuka with a complex and conflicted expression. This woman was undoubtedly younger than him as a human, but as a Dream Eater, she was undoubtedly his senior. Her experience was a crucial reference for him.

"Not too many. Only five," Yuka said with a smile, as naturally as if discussing what she had eaten the previous night. "I've gotten almost everything I wanted. After that, as long as I maintain my daily consumption, the frequency will decrease further. Eating once every two to three years shouldn't be a problem."

"Where were they from?" Naihe's voice trembled slightly; some of his human notions were being rapidly overturned.

“I only know the first one. He was a senior of mine, a frivolous delinquent who once pursued me.” Yuka chuckled softly, the breath passing through her soft lips, transforming into words devoid of any remorse. “When I found out he was pursuing me just because of a bet on getting my virginity, I wanted nothing more than to kill him. All my negative emotions were about to explode. That very night, I killed him in my dream, severing his limbs, cutting his penis into pieces, and then stuffing them into his mouth. When I woke up, I couldn’t believe I had done something so cruel.”

A strange light flickered in her eyes, a mixture of vengeful pleasure and a barely perceptible hint of nostalgia. “I don’t know the other four. Two of them were young men I randomly picked in Hokkaido and Kagoshima who seemed to have plenty of energy, just to test them out. The last one was a down-on-his-luck writer I met while traveling in Paris, and the other was a stranger I bumped into at the Brazilian Carnival. This intractable sleep is bound to become news, and I don’t want it to become some sensational terminal illness.”

"Dream Eater... what kind of method is needed?" No matter how much he struggled internally, he was unwilling to give up such a precious ability. In fact, after hearing Yuka's explanation, he also felt a subtle sense of superiority.

Yuka took a sip of beer, exhaled a comfortable breath, and said calmly, "There are only two methods. Since you have more than four months of experience, you should have already vaguely grasped it."

"The first method is the simplest, most brutal, and also the most effective: kill the target within the dream you construct." Yuka's voice grew increasingly calm, even taking on a cold edge. "This method completely devours all of the target's dreams, obtaining all their energy. The side effect, however, is that it will leave you with a lasting sense of guilt as a human being, because in reality, it's not that different from killing them."

"The other method is slightly more complex and requires a certain level of ability. But since you are also a chosen one with talent, it shouldn't be too difficult for you." Her rosy lips appeared even more alluring in the dim light, exuding a bewitching charm. With each opening and closing of those red lips, clear words were uttered, imprinted into Naga's memory. "That is to construct a virtual world for the target, allowing them to perpetually cycle through that world according to your settings, like... living in a different space, such as an alien planet, the future, the past, or something similar. This method consumes a portion of the energy you devour in the constructed illusion, and the only..." The advantage is that it prevents you from feeling too uneasy. You can pretend that person is still alive and well in another dimension, without feeling guilty.

Looking at Naga, whose mouth was agape in surprise, she added, "Regardless of the method, you can do it by concentrating while the target is asleep. Of course, you will also be asleep during the dream-devouring process, even if only briefly. Please choose a place that won't arouse suspicion. Ideally, like Nami, you should memorize all the other person's characteristics and do it at home at night."

A period of silence fell over the private room, giving Naga time to process the information. Yuka didn't speak again, instead sipping her cold beer.

"Thank you so much, I... I understand everything." Nearly ten minutes later, Naga finally spoke, his voice dry, his expression relaxing from its tension. "I think I still need to get used to this... uh... rather superior position."

Yuka raised her beer glass with satisfaction and gestured towards him. "Trust me, you'll adapt to your new identity quickly. As your senior, my advice is to try not to act in ways that might arouse suspicion. There are so many people in this world; we won't lack food."

"I think we should see each other more often in the future. I'm starting to understand how wonderful it is to have someone like me." Completely relieved, Naga could finally turn his attention back to the alluring aura emanating from Yuka.

Yuka clearly thought so too; she licked her lips and unbuttoned another button on her already revealing neckline, revealing a tempting cleavage beneath her previously conservative attire.

“I’m also curious, what kind of different pleasure can a true kindred spirit bring?” She breathed softly, chuckling. “I think that should make it worthwhile for us to meet often.”

With over an hour to spare, Naga smiled, stood up, walked to the door of the private room, changed the indicator light outside to “Do Not Disturb,” and locked it from the inside.

He thought he would really like this unexpected gift.

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