"Hey, why did you come back alone? Where's Koga? You wouldn't be so rude as to leave her there alone to tidy up, would you?"
It was almost lunchtime, and as soon as Naga returned to her seat, Miku, who was sitting in Koga's seat listening to music, quickly bombarded her with a barrage of questions.
Naga scratched his head, cleared his throat to make sure his voice wasn't hoarse like before, and then replied, "No, it's all done. Koga-senpai wasn't feeling well and went to the restroom."
After resting for nearly twenty minutes, Koga Yu still looked like he was still aroused. And when he ejaculated into her mouth for the last time, it seemed that the angle was not good and he choked, coughing up a mess.
Even without going to the toilet, the semen stains on her clothes alone were enough to explain it, not to mention her flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips from rubbing against the penis.
To cover it up, Yu deliberately made herself look disheveled when she came back, with water stains all over her upper body, complaining, "Ugh... How annoying, even the faucet is playing tricks on me. Hey, Shimokawa, you're here."
"Yeah, I'm the only one on duty in the HR department, it's so boring." Miku got up to make room for others, took out her earphones and put them in her pocket.
"It's lunchtime... Time really flies, the morning has flown by." You said with a smile, straightening her back as usual and sitting gracefully in her seat.
Only Naga knew that beneath her skirt and stockings, the bottom of her underwear was lined with a thick layer of toilet paper, which was probably soaked through by the semen he had ejaculated inside her.
Women are truly terrifying; even in this situation, they can still chat with their colleagues as if nothing's wrong. Naga shook her head in admiration and turned off the computer screen.
Because overtime is the norm at other companies, the cafeteria on the first floor is open as usual on weekends. Perhaps to avoid suspicion, Yu invited Miku and Reiko to the fast food restaurant across the street, as he wasn't close enough to eat with the rest of his colleagues. So he had to carry his tray alone, find a quiet spot where he could eat alone without attracting attention, and sit down quietly.
"Is anyone here?" A clear and gentle voice asked politely.
To Naga, the sound was comparable to heavenly music. He excitedly raised his head, nodded, and was about to speak when he choked on a grain of rice, his face turning red as he coughed violently.
It seems to be fate; as long as she's in front of this high school girl named Tabe Yua, Yumeno Naga can't possibly maintain any semblance of an image.
"Ah, it's you..." Yuai covered her tender red mouth and said with a slight smile.
"Uh... um, this... it's, it's me." She stopped coughing, but the redness on her face didn't fade at all; it was burning hot, not from shyness, but from absolute embarrassment.
"This time you didn't turn around and run away, Mr. Strange." Yui said this somewhat awkward title in a very cute tone.
At least it's better than being misunderstood as a pervert, Naga tried to comfort herself in vain. "Um... uh, my name is Yumeno Naga, ah, the kanji is Nara, and Kaga."
"Yua Tabe. But it seems you already know." Yua smiled sweetly, pouring the miso soup over the small bowl of white rice in front of her.
"Actually," Naga said, her confidence having grown considerably, no longer letting the awkward atmosphere linger. "I happened to be sitting across from you at the library last time. That's when I saw your name on your library card."
"It's the library." Yui's fair face wore a warm smile. "But I always believed that Mr. Strange couldn't be a stalker. A stalker wouldn't have such a thin skin." As she spoke, she playfully pinched her thumb and forefinger together, as if his skin had no thickness at all.
"Uh... I'm so sorry about before." I just wanted to get to know you, but for some reason, Naga still couldn't bring herself to say that part naturally.
"It's nothing. It's the first time someone has hit on me, and I'm actually quite happy about it." Yu Ai covered her mouth and laughed. Above her smooth forehead, her jet-black hair was neatly combed and tied into a lively short ponytail at the back of her head.
If such a lame thing can be called flirting, then all the Playboys in Japan would be laughing so hard they'd become impotent.
"After that, I didn't have much time to go to the library anymore, and I really don't remember ever seeing you." Yu Ai casually made conversation, her head slightly lowered, making the curve of her cheeks look even softer.
"April 4th," he said excitedly. "I'll never forget that day." Forgetting to hide his overwhelming emotions, he quickly continued, "That day… I got hired by this company. It was a big day in my life." Naga timidly concealed the real reason, wondering if Yui would be shocked to know that he had fallen in love with her at first sight.
"Wow, that's amazing! The companies in this building are all pretty good. I wish I could work here after I graduate." Yui said, before taking a bite of food. These days, girls who are mindful of their speech while eating are practically extinct.
However, Naga could still tell that Yui's family wasn't as illustrious as he had feared. Her current ambition was to become an office lady, and she ate very ordinary rice with sauce for lunch. Her casual clothes were also from very common brands.
"Mr. Strange, do you also like reading?" Yui looked at him with great interest, tilting her head.
Since he said he met her by chance at the library, the question was quite reasonable.
Naga tried to find common ground with her, nodding naturally and saying, "Yeah, uh... but I don't read anything too advanced either." It was better not to make any promises too readily, in case Yui read books that were too sophisticated, he, who only read light novels and comics, could easily brush it off.
"What kind of novels do you like to read?" Sure enough, when she asked this question this time, Ai's tone was no longer so expectant. It seemed that she felt that the things she liked to read lacked popular recognition.
Naga was a little nervous. He felt that if he didn't answer well, he might accidentally hit the ball that was supposed to be in the strike zone into an infield fly ball, giving the catcher a big gift.
Damn it… how am I supposed to swing and get to base safely?! Naga glanced at the table in frustration, just in time to see the prominent title of a book sticking out from under Ai's elbow: *The History of Human Dreams*. The author's name was in illegible katakana, seemingly Anthony. Steve something something.
A flash of inspiration struck me like lightning. The last time I saw her, wasn't she flipping through that book, "The Interpretation of Dreams," which even people who didn't go to school much might have heard of?
Fortunately, Naga, who has a talent for dreaming, couldn't possibly be unaware of that old man Freud. He sorted out his thoughts and carefully said, "Most of the time I read novels that don't require much brainpower. I like content related to dreams the most. Hehe, is it a bit silly for someone my age to still like to care about dreams?"
This isn't exactly a lie. When he was most obsessed with fantasies, Naga also read some science-related books. However, given his learning ability, he can only recall a tiny bit of it now, thanks to the protection of the Eight Hundred Gods.
"No, that's not true!" Yuai raised her head, her eyes bright and clear. She said very seriously, "Dreams are the most wonderful things in the world. Really, nothing can compare to dreams."
Perhaps it was because the pronunciation of her name was the same as that of a dream, but the eager look in Ai's eyes when she talked about dreams surprised Naga.
"Your surname also has the character 'Dream' in it, that's really nice," Yuai said with an envious tone, pursing her lips as she put the rice on the spoon into her mouth.
"You... like these books about dreams?" Seeing that she was almost finished eating, Naga quickly tried to extend the conversation a little longer.
Yui nodded, swallowed what was in her mouth, and then said seriously, "I like to read all books related to dreams. But I rarely read comics or novels now; what I need more is analysis and research."
"Why did you come up with the idea of researching this?" Naga asked, puzzled. He was only concerned with what he dreamed about; he had absolutely no interest in why he did it or how he did it.
"Because I want to become a very powerful person. If you don't understand dreams, you can only rely on talent."
Naga couldn't help but ask, "What kind of person?" because Ai used the strange word "type" instead of "individual."
Naga was completely captivated by Ai's eyes. She mysteriously closed the distance between them and whispered a word.
"The Dream Eater".