Curtains obscured the daylight streaming through the window, plunging the room into gloom. The star projector, placed within the dimly lit room, sprinkled tiny, fragmented yellow and white speckles of light.
It was a starry ceiling, slowly revolving with faint, almost imperceptible snores, as if the sleeping girl in her dream was blowing stars across the entire room.
Twinkling lights sparkled upon her sleeping face, her beautiful features revealing tranquil gentleness, and her peaceful expression somehow conveyed a sense of happiness.
But just then, an uninvited guest arrived.
With a "bang," the bathroom door suddenly flew open, shattering the precious quietude.
What appeared behind the door, however, was not a bathroom, but a room from another version.
And a tall young woman in a uniform with coral-brown hair. It was precisely the one Alain had encountered in the "Dream Core."
However, at this moment, her face was terrifyingly dark, like rolling thunderclouds, far removed from Alain's initial impression of her being poised and chatty.
The reason... was not only the huge wound on her abdomen, but also the attire she was wearing below.
Or rather, apart from a mature black triangle and thigh-high stockings, there was no 'attire' to speak of.
The way the briefs and absolute territory constricted her flesh made that voluptuous area subtly rise and fall like a small hill.
Her gaze first fell upon the girl soundly sleeping on the bed, then shifted to the wardrobe beside the bed.
"..."
She inexplicably felt a thief's guilt, but compared to the shame of the moment, that bit of guilt was negligible.
Even if she was about to die, she had to at least wear a skirt... this was her pride.
So, she walked to the wardrobe without hesitation and borrowed a Mita's little skirt.
Only when the chilly feeling below was gone did she finally sigh in relief.
"...What are you doing?"
But the string of questioning voices from behind stiffened her shoulders slightly.
Like a wound-up puppet, she stiffly turned around and saw the sleeping girl still lying on her side, her half-closed eyes watching her.
Looking at her wound. Her eyes were filled with confusion.
At this moment, she even wished for death.
Fortunately, she quickly thought of a solution. She forced a graceful smile:
"I... came to return the [Dream] to you." Before the Mita on the bed could reply, she pulled a USB drive from her pocket.
"It was yours to begin with; how can... yawn... there be any 'returning'?"
That Mita threw back the thick covers and retorted, yawning deeply. Her tender pink pajamas revealed her alluring figure. Midway, perhaps seeing her own little skirt worn by someone else, she glanced suspiciously at the Woman in Uniform.
That look, like a biting cold wind, made her feel as if her entire body had frozen into ice.
Fortunately, Mita didn't seem to mind these minor details and calmly accepted the handed-over USB drive.
Her fingertips pressed onto the USB port of the drive, spinning it gently. Data flowed like a torrential stream, disappearing into and around her body.
"Alright. If there's nothing else, please don't disturb my sleep."
Having said that, she casually flopped back onto the bed, closed her eyes, and seemingly fell into a dream.
The Woman in Uniform was grateful the other party hadn't asked any irrelevant questions. After this clone returned the [Dream], it wouldn't last much longer.
At least for this last bit of time, let her retain some dignity...
"Oh, right, why weren't you wearing a skirt when you came in? And, it's the first time I've seen you injured..."
This question made the young woman's hand tremble slightly, and her smile almost faltered.
"...Why don't you go back to sleep first?" She turned her head and gave two dry laughs.
"No, I just feel like you've been through a fierce battle."
Mita said, realizing her phrasing might be off. "Hmm, a fierce battle. In every sense. I can't sleep if I don't figure it out; I'm too concerned."
The Woman in Uniform turned back, sighed, and painfully recounted a rough summary of her experience.
"Huh... you mean, that Player broke out of the Dream?" Mita leaned against the bed, a rare flicker of surprise appearing in her sleepy eyes as she looked at her.
"How did he do that?"
"...By force."
The Woman in Uniform also looked helpless.
"I see." Mita seemed to lose interest, closing her bright eyes. Her steady breathing moved with the starry ceiling, as she fell back into a dream.
The young woman sitting on the computer chair saw this and said no more. Feeling her vision gradually blur, she left a final remark, "You will meet him soon. Although you might not be interested in anything after waking from the dream, I hope you try to stop him."
As she turned into black corrupted code and vanished into dust, the room returned to silence.
The steady breathing continued to rise and fall.
After a while, she, who should have been deep in slumber, opened her eyes again.
"Left the Dream?"
Mita murmured, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
"Why? Isn't dreaming good? Isn't it pure happiness to just keep sleeping without having to think about anything else?"
The young girl looked curiously at the bathroom door. Her gaze seemed to pass through the doorframe, reaching versions further beyond.
"..."
After a few seconds of silence, she raised her fingertips and gracefully twirled them twice, producing a strip of code that danced as lightly as a newborn water snake.
Activating her permissions, she slightly opened the bathroom door, and the code darted inside, vanishing.
"Ah—yawn"
Mita yawned and closed her eyes.
"Goodnight."
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"W-what do you want to do?!"
Inside Version 1.9, Alain desperately held onto his waistband, lest his pants collapse under someone's monstrous strength.
In front of him, the Low Ponytail Girl squatted down, gripping both sides of his pants with both hands, pulling downwards with force opposite to Alain's resistance.
"Alain, just give in~"
"No, no, no... If you're saying you want to 'left-love' (make love), I have no objections."
Alain frowned, his eyes filled with a clear determination to face death, to sacrifice himself for a just cause.
"But, you actually want my underwear?!"
"Huh... what's the big deal?" Crazy Mita didn't think it was a big deal.
"If I give them to you, what am I supposed to wear later?!"
Alain hadn't gone commando since he was eight. Moreover, this was a matter of a man's youthful vigor!
"Didn't you promise me?" The young girl pouted.
"...I thought you meant I'd bring you a new pair from reality next time. Who knew you actually wanted them 'original' (worn)?"
Only now did he truly understand what it meant for the tables to turn, and what insatiable greed was.
Crazy Mita really could tolerate everything about him.
Whether it was last time, when she collected the tissues Alain had used for cleanup after helping him finish.
Or now, stripping his pants with an attitude that swore she wouldn't stop until she got his underwear...
Absurd.
"'If they're not 'original' (worn), it just feels like something's missing.'" Crazy Mita's words won Alain's approval.
"You really understand."
"An opportunity—!"
As he nodded in agreement, the Bad Woman seized the moment with a "whoosh"...
And then there was nothing.
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