Before entering the dream, the feeling of falling from the sky lasted for quite a long time, and Naga even worried that he might fall to his death in the dark.
Fortunately, his fears did not come true. As the familiar feeling of floating appeared, the world before him brightened up.
He twisted his neck and turned to look around at where he was.
It was a typical room in a time-travel 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. Even if he spent several more days, he would never find a place like this, with Asami bringing Miku to it.
Clearly, this was a dream that repeated what happened during the day. Perhaps she didn't find the previous conversation too profound. When Naga appeared, Miku in the dream had already taken a bath 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 night, she held back her tears, which welled up in her eyes.
Hearing Ashi turn off the shower, she immediately lifted a towel and pressed it to her eyes, then closed her eyes 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 an observer, not yet able to unleash his domineering power over the dream world. He could only watch, helplessly watching as what he vaguely guessed unfolded step by step.
"Sister, don't look so sad. You know, I especially love seeing you smile. It's the most beautiful sight in my heart, and nothing can compare to it." Ashi seemed to have washed quickly; her hair was still dry, but she had only rinsed herself off hastily.
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 so much 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 stared at Asumi with disgust, her hands clenched on her knees. "I... I did try to treat you like a real little sister. I could tolerate you taking things I liked from me, and I could tolerate you wanting my mother to dote on you. But... but I don't like women, and I can't stand you treating her like a father! I hate how 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 alright, sister, I can take it slow. We have a long time together in the future, and 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 a single thing." Miku looked at her stubbornly. "You understand who I'm compromising for."
"I know, of course I know. I'm truly grateful to Yumeno for this. If I had known you would go to such lengths for him, I should have taken off my underwear and seduced him the moment he joined the company. Maybe I would have raped him instead, all for your sake." As she spoke, Asami moved closer to Miku. After saying this, she raised her hand and gently placed it on Miku's bare shoulder, which was not covered by the towel, and moved it behind her back.
"Sister, you're getting married soon, and you'll belong to another man." Ashi's breathing became a little rapid, and the tender pink nipples on her bare breasts hardened and stood up. "The last time I could touch your body like this was when I was fourteen. Time… flies so fast."
Miku's muscles were tense, 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, what would you go to for the man 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. However, she couldn't help but pull her hands, which were resting on her knees, back slightly and gripped the bottom edge of the bath 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, moving up and down along the soft curves. The slight indentation of her spine caused by her arched back was constantly rubbed up and down with the tip of her tongue.
Naga looked at 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 from the depths of his tongue.
Miku did not resist, and in the end, Ami ripped off the towel and threw it aside. Her fair and tender naked body, which had not yet been fully possessed by Naga, was completely exposed under Ami's lips and tongue.
That was a pleasure that couldn't be stopped by mere mental resistance. As Asami's tongue skillfully swept into her private valley, Miku finally couldn't suppress a soft moan. With a look of shame and anger, she tightly gripped the sheets beside her.
Just then, crackling sounds emanated from the surrounding space, and countless shattered patterns caused the scene before Naga's eyes to rapidly collapse. A huge vortex suddenly appeared in the depths of the dark and gloomy space, followed by thick black mist surging out from the vortex, tightly enveloping this shattered dream.
Thinking it was all over again, Naga clenched her fist in frustration, waiting for the moment she would wake up. Unexpectedly, she experienced a feeling of weightlessness and floating in mid-air once more, until she stabilized in a completely new space.
All around was a vast expanse of white, and he could see nothing. Before him lay a set of traditional Japanese bedding, and Miku lay there, her face flushed, her brows tightly furrowed, and suppressed, humiliating moans of resentment escaping her throat.
"Ugh...no...let go...let me go..." Still trapped in the nightmare, Miku's body kept writhing, the blanket covering her was pulled off with her movements, revealing her completely naked body.
Naga licked her dry lips, knelt down, and tentatively reached out her hand. Her fingers touched Miku's warm skin, smooth and covered with a layer of sensual sweat.
"Ugh. Damn it..." The sensations from the two dreams coincided perfectly, and Miku muttered in disgust with her eyes tightly shut.
"I'm sorry..." This was the second time he had caressed Miku's body in his dream. Not intending to linger for too long, Naga apologized softly as he covered her hot, naked body with his hand.
"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 being awake, she kept her eyes tightly closed, revealing an unwilling expression of torment caused by pleasure.
His desire for Miku was focused on 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 wet, smooth indentation, he slowly rotated his waist, rubbing against that entrance of pleasure.
"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..."
The virgin's vagina, glistening with honey, exuded an intense allure. Naga suppressed the urge to thrust in, gently soothing her as he rubbed the sensitive clitoris with the head of his penis, saying, "Miku, it's me. I want you so much."
Miku's brow relaxed slightly, and she said in a daze, "Nai...ga?"
"Yes, Shimokawa-senpai, it's me, 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 that much, right?"
"Whether it's a dream or not, I will be very gentle," Naga 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 tender opening, and the narrower, more winding passage deep inside was swirling and drawing his body in.
"Then... then please take me, take me away from this nightmare..." Miku sighed as she tried to open her eyes, but couldn't. She shifted her body, spread her legs, and lifted them to Naga's waist, transforming into a fully blooming, supple flower.
"Miku, I remember the dream from last time too. It's my ability, and 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 behind, 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 clusters of flesh, pressing against the membrane that wasn't the first time they had met.
"This... is this the... Dream Eater you used to talk about with that girl?" Miku showed an expression of enduring the throbbing pain, her eyes darting rapidly under her eyelids, as if she was trying to escape the nightmare trapped in a cloud of 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, placing his hands under her armpits, looking down at the alluring naked body beneath him and the part where the two of them were connected. He pulled back slightly, gently rubbing back and forth at the entrance that wouldn't breach the final barrier.
"Uh...so...so full..." Miku hummed softly like a kitten. Her body gradually relaxed, and her senses, which had been struggling with negative emotions, finally took the lead. A sore and pleasurable sensation began to radiate from the center of her body to her limbs.
It was time. As fresh love honey flowed from the flower's core, staining his sliding glans, Naga hardened his heart, lowered his head, and kissed her lips. This time, his outward-pulling penis did not stop at the hymen's obstruction. 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... Ugh..." Miku, who was clinging tightly to Naga's body due to the sharp pain, lifted her body upwards and sucked on his tongue while finally opening her eyes.
Somewhere far away, the sound of something shattering completely followed...