"Damn it... I'm going to be late!"
In his dream last night, Naga released all the energy he had been holding back for days. His semen was left on the wedding dress, between his legs, on his chest, and even in Miku's mouth, which she was somewhat reluctant to drink.
The immediate consequence was that he only woke up from the warm embrace of the bed when the alarm clock rang until it was almost exploding.
Seeing the elevator doors about to close, Naga ran up and shouted, "Hey! Wait a minute! There's still one person here!"
Oh no... it's closed. The other person must be getting late by now, they probably won't open it again.
Naga lowered her head in frustration, preparing to muster her last bit of strength to climb the stairs.
Fortunately, the people in the elevator were clearly very kind, and the elevator doors, with their cold, indifferent gleam, silently parted in front of him.
"Ah... thank you so much!" Naga bowed her head, clasped her hands together in thanks to the kind person inside, and then plunged into the elevator.
It was quite empty inside, with only two people inside: Naga and Shimokawa Miku.
Upon seeing Miku's face, Naga immediately recalled the image of her snow-white body, flushed with cherry blossoms and writhing in a soft moan, from his recent dream, almost causing him to call out her name.
Fortunately, he could still distinguish between dreams and reality. Seeing the other person's dark circles, he decisively avoided the fact that he was very likely to be late, and greeted him with a dry laugh, "Shimokawa-senpai, you don't look well. Have you been working too hard?"
"No, it's because I had... uh... a really awful dream." Miku puffed out her cheeks and glared at Naga with a strange expression. "It made me not sleep well."
Knowing full well what the dream was about, Naga chuckled inwardly and joked, "What, did you have a lewd dream because you don't have a boyfriend, senpai?"
Unexpectedly, Miku's face immediately turned bright red. She turned her head away angrily, "Yumeno-kun, you're making jokes like that. I... I'm going to sue you for sexual harassment!"
Uh…she's usually quite easygoing, so is she really bothered by this dream? Naga scratched her head and apologized somewhat embarrassedly, "Um, I'm sorry."
An awkward silence filled the elevator. As the doors opened again, Miku turned to look at him and whispered, "It's okay, I... I just didn't get enough rest, I'm not really angry with you."
Naga immediately replied, "No, why would I be angry with you, senpai? Hehe."
Miku pouted and bluntly called him out: "You still say you don't? Your smile is so stiff. As compensation, I'll treat you to dinner next time."
As they approached the office and were about to part ways, Miku suddenly said to him, "By the way, Yumeno-kun, you seem a little different today."
Really? Naga touched her face. Wasn't she still looking perfectly normal? Could it be... that she looked too sloppy because she got up late?
After confirming the tragic fact that he was late, Naga sat dejectedly in his seat, lamenting his loss of this month's bonus, and didn't pay much attention to what Miku said.
When Koga Yu brought over the documents, he said, "Hey... Yumeno-kun, what method did you use today?"
"Huh? The method?" Naga looked at Yu in confusion, and it was rare to see Yu show such a cute expression.
Isn't that the kind of expression a woman would make when she sees her Prince Charming?
Yu's gaze drifted to the side as she whispered, "You must have used some method, right? There's not much difference anywhere, but... um... he looks so much more handsome."
Huh? Naga was quite certain that his current expression was just as good as the word "dumb" written on his forehead.
"You...you see for yourself!" Yu took out a small mirror and handed it to him. Realizing that her voice was a bit loud, she quickly lowered her head and pretended to be seriously organizing the documents.
Uh… Naga was genuinely stunned. No matter how he looked at it, he could still recognize that this face was made up of his own parts, but even he had to admit that the combination of facial features he had seen for over twenty years had undergone a subtle change today.
His eyebrows seemed thicker, his nose bridge was more defined, and the color and shape of his lips seemed to have changed. Although his eyes hadn't gotten bigger, the corners of his eyes had subtly lifted... The overall result was that he miraculously transformed from an average-looking man into one who could be described as handsome.
Hmm... He couldn't help but gesture with his hand at his chin, and if he grew a beard, he would actually look a bit like Takenouchi Yutaka.
It feels like my whole body has been edited by Photoshop; even my skin looks better.
Naga returned the mirror to Yu with a smug look on her face, and said with a smile, "Hmm, it seems that my charm is finally starting to be noticed."
Yu realized she had been there too long, so she quickly put the mirror away, finished handing over her work, and went back to her seat. Before sitting down, she couldn't help but glance at Naga one last time.
Naga mechanically typed on the keyboard while organizing possible reasons in his mind.
A conclusion that delighted him gradually emerged.
In other words, the dream that has become out of his control is gradually realizing his dream in reality.
If this inference is correct... Naga was so excited that his heartbeat became irregular. He took a few breaths, drank a glass of water, and couldn't help but bury his face under the table, laughing happily and silently.
Oh, Lady Luck, with whom I haven't crossed paths for over twenty years, you've finally remembered me!