After the familiar feeling of falling, Naga opened his eyes. Without needing to confirm, he knew it was a dream.
I got out of bed and looked around. It was a very cozy women's bedroom. Some of the decorations looked quite valuable, but the bedroom wasn't very big. It probably belonged to the daughter of a middle-class family.
His first thought was to determine the female protagonist's identity. He walked to the bookshelf and began searching for any information that might reveal her identity.
Soon, he saw a notebook that looked like a photo album, filled with farewell wishes from his former classmates.
The cover bears the holder's name: Asaka Seto.
The image of the girl's petite figure immediately appeared before his eyes. He thought about it and was somewhat surprised that he had entered Asaka's dream.
Opening the drawer, she saw what was indeed a cute pink and white lingerie set. Naga shook her head with a wry smile, thinking about Asaka's slender figure, and felt somewhat dissatisfied with this dream.
Thanks to the long discussion with Yui, Naga has gained a general understanding of the Dream Eater. Although most of it is speculation, many of it has been verified in his case.
As far as he knew, at his current stage, neither dreams nor the events within them were entirely within his control, or rather, not entirely within the control of his conscious mind. The power buried deep within the human heart could only be fully released in dreams.
This explains why Naga, who is harmless in real life, cruelly tortured and killed Nami in his first dream. He had a period of fanatical obsession with grotesque texts and pictures, and the terrible seed must have been planted at that time, blooming into a bright red man-eating flower in that dream.
This shows that those theorists aren't just making money off their writing fees for nothing. Naga couldn't help but laugh as he recalled the book "Dreams: The Mysterious Language of the Subconscious" (Verena Caster) that Ai had lent him yesterday.
The subconscious... it really is a profound thing. Naga picked up the photo on the table. In the photo, Asaka was probably only twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a cute blue and white uniform, making a victory sign at the camera, her smile dazzlingly bright.
Judging from her figure in the photos, Asaka hasn't developed much in the past ten years or so...
Could it be that I subconsciously have a lolicon side? Naga rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. He shouldn't be interested in women with this kind of childish style.
Just then, a muffled groan came from outside the door, accompanied by the heavy sound of hard boot soles hitting the tatami mat.
What's going on? He stood up in confusion, just in time to see the door being kicked open.
The figure that appeared in the doorway was a pale-faced young man wearing a tank top and army green trousers with tattered old military boots. He was holding a girl tightly in his arms, his left hand, clad in a worn-out work glove, pressed firmly against her mouth.
The girl was wearing light shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, her hair was wet and she had just taken a shower. Her bare legs struggled desperately, but she was still carried into the bedroom.
Naga stared blankly. The girl was clearly Asaka from the photo, only a little older, definitely still a middle school student. Neither of the two girls could see him.
What's going on? This dream... am I just an observer?
"No! No... Let me go! Let me go!" Asaka's slender body was thrown directly onto the bed. Before she could even jump up, the young man pounced on her and pinned her down. His greedy lips immediately began kissing and sucking around her fair neck.
Rape? It seems this is Asaka's own nightmare... But judging from its realism, it's probably a tragedy that actually happened.
The struggle between the man and woman gradually reached its most intense point. Asaka must have participated in a sports club, as her slender legs were unexpectedly powerful. The rapist, who was almost one and a half times her size, still couldn't gain any advantage beyond kissing. Instead, when he reached to take off his shorts, Asaka's knee hit his lower abdomen, causing him to cry out in pain and curl up into a ball.
"You filthy woman, I'll kill you!" the young man yelled, grabbing Asaka's hair and slapping her hard across the face. He then followed up with a dozen slaps from both sides.
Her cheek immediately swelled up, and Asaka was so dazed from the beating that she collapsed onto the bed. The young man, panting heavily, viciously pulled his shorts down to his ankles, then greedily stared at the delicate garden exposed between the girl's legs.
Perhaps due to nervousness, he took three or four tries to unbuckle his belt before finally pulling down his pants, exposing his not-yet-fully-erect penis. He fiddled with it a couple of times with his gloved hand, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the girl's parted inner thighs.
Even so, he still couldn't get a full erection. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he simply climbed onto the bed, put the head of his penis in the center of his pale pink lips, and rubbed it back and forth.
"Ugh... Ah..." The girl groaned as she came to her senses, only to find the foul-smelling male organ right between her lips. She screamed, opened her mouth, and bit down.
The young man quickly ran away, but was still terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. Enraged, he grabbed Asaka's hair and slammed his head against the wall. Thud, then thud, then thud again—a bloody stain was left on the white wall.
"If you don't obey, I'll kill you!" the young man threatened in a trembling voice, grabbing Asaka's hair and shoving her head down to his crotch. "Lick it! Hurry up!"
The penis had completely softened, wrinkled and curled up above the scrotum, the foreskin not yet fully retracted, layer upon layer wrapping around the shrunken glans.
Naga looked at the young man's dirty crotch and thought that it must smell terrible.
Asaka wrinkled her nose, turned her head away, and cried, "No! It stinks, waah... Ah!" Another brutal slam against the wall, and the girl's will to resist vanished in pain and dizziness. Finally, after being pulled back again, she opened her trembling cherry lips.
"If I touch your teeth, I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs!" The young man, his face pale, pressed his hands against the back of Asaka's head, bent over, and stirred his slightly hard penis inside her lips.
"Ugh! Ugh... Ugh!" Asaka made a sound as if she was about to vomit, barely managing to keep her jaw relaxed, her tongue trying to avoid the intruding glans.
Pulling her short-sleeved shirt down from her shoulders, her exposed breasts were only slightly raised, with little fat on the tops, and even the tiny pink buds were not much larger than a man's nipples.
Naga watched intently from the side. Although he didn't like this childish body, his boiling lust made his penis hard, and he almost couldn't help but masturbate while watching the rape scene.
"Lie down! Hurry up!" As soon as his penis became erect enough to be inserted, the young man kicked Asaka onto the pillow.
"Damn it! Stick your ass out!" A hard kick landed on her buttocks, which hadn't yet accumulated fat but already had a rounded shape. Asaka trembled all over as she raised her buttocks, arching her back like a frightened kitten and curling up into a ball.
The young man, panting heavily, knelt behind her buttocks and guided his penis towards the center of her white buttocks.
With no lubrication at all, there was no possibility of insertion. The young man struggled in frustration, only to wince in pain.
"Damn it, you damn bitch!" The young man wiped a mouthful of saliva on his glans and then wrapped his arms around Asaka's slender waist again.
Just then, a deep baritone voice, tinged with alcohol, came from outside, "Asaka, are you asleep? Why aren't you answering your father?"
The young man's face turned even paler. He froze for a few seconds, then punched the wall in frustration, quickly dressed, jumped onto the desk, opened the window, and jumped out.
Asaka finally released all her fear and burst into tears, crying, "Daddy...Daddy! Waaaaah..."
The scene before him distorted with the sound of crying, spinning and shrinking to the center of Naga's vision, shrinking, shrinking, and then suddenly shattering into boundless darkness.
When the lights came on again, the scene had subtly changed. It was still the same bedroom, but the surrounding decorations had completely changed. Posters of idol stars hung on the walls, and a photo of Asaka smiling in her graduation gown sat on the desk. Perhaps because of what had just happened, security bars had been welded onto the outside of the bedroom window.
Looking at herself in the mirror on the dressing table, with a blurry face and a tall, strong body like a bear, it seemed that this was finally Naga's dream.
The blanket covering the woman lying on the bed was kicked off halfway, revealing a slender, fair leg and a small patch of white underwear. Her forehead was covered in sweat, her brows were furrowed, and her small mouth was slightly open, emitting continuous groans of fear.
Naga guessed that he might have just been in her nightmare.
Asaka isn't the kind of beauty that immediately captures a man's attention; her slightly childlike features would only make the eyes of middle-aged men with bad tastes light up. But her delicate temperament can arouse a man's animalistic instincts in certain situations, such as now, with her clothes disheveled and her expression pained.
Anyway... it was just a dream. This thought easily dispelled Naga's hesitation. Just like in Nami's dream, the accumulated lustful thoughts gradually gathered into a dark and dangerous stream, swirling and rushing into his mind.
He flexed his wrists, took off his clothes, and grinned as he walked toward Asaka, who was still moaning in her nightmares on the bed.
I've been reading a lot lately, including Ernest Hartman's *The Psychology and Physiology of Nightmares*, which I haven't quite finished yet. After venting this, I might as well go and see what kind of nightmare this rape will become for Asaka.
With the cold, ruthless sentences that had crossed his mind, Naga slowly lifted the covers and began to caress Asaka's exposed fair skin inch by inch with his gaze.
Perhaps to compensate for the lack of a curvy figure, Asaka's body has skin that is second only to Yui's in terms of delicacy. Naga lowered his head and immediately smelled the refreshing scent of her shower gel. If he didn't know her, he probably would still think that this petite and cute girl was a high school student.
Wearing a sailor uniform and standing next to Yui, she doesn't look out of place at all. Instead, because of her figure, she looks more like Yui's junior.
"It must be because no man has ever massaged you. Remember to thank me when it gets bigger." Naga whispered, carefully pushing the blanket aside and sitting on the edge of the bed to admire the alluring sleeping posture of the girl who was only wearing underwear.
Above the tight-fitting shorts is a slender waist that many modern women would envy; the tank top is wrinkled and rolled up from sleeping, revealing a slightly sunken navel.
The already developed breasts did indeed protrude in an arc inside the vest, but it seemed that given the size of these breasts, even buying a bra would be difficult for the sales clerk.
Tsk... I've never touched such flat chests before. I wonder if I can press hard enough to reach the ribs. Naga slowly moved his hand up from under the vest. The skin felt incredibly smooth, slightly sweaty, and damp as if it could suck his palm in. As the slope increased, his fingers immediately felt even softer skin. Soon, he touched the bud at the tip, which was clearly not very developed. When his fingers pinched it, it felt like he was holding a soft red bean.
The immature breasts gave him a strange and novel stimulation, and his breathing became rapid involuntarily.
At this moment, Asaka's slightly curled eyelashes fluttered twice, and she opened her sleepy eyes, moving from an old nightmare into a fresh one.
"Aaaaah..." she screamed immediately, grabbing the arm that was kneading her small breasts, and kicked Naga without hesitation.
It must have been a combination of the fear from her memory and the panic she was in now; Asaka struggled violently and began to cry out for help, "Dad... come save me! Someone's here! Someone's in my room! Help!"
Naga simply pressed hard against her chest, pinching her soft nipples with his fingers, ignoring her kicks in his back and her screams.
This is a dream; no one will come to save you. A cruel sense of pleasure surged through Naga, who vaguely realized that the atrocity he was preparing to commit was the catharsis he had always longed for.
Fortunately, it was just an insignificant woman. Naga curled her lips into a smile, looking at Asaka's terrified and pitiful face as she cried for help but received no response. She grabbed the thin strap of Asaka's vest and ripped it into a crumpled rag with a tear.
"Ah..." Asaka covered her chest with both hands, shrank to the corner of the bed, and arched her body to try to protect herself with her feet.
However, after leaving the sports club and entering the white-collar life, the woman's body had little strength left. Naga easily pounced on her kicking feet, and instead of pulling her underwear down, she tore it open to both sides.
"Help! Someone help me!" Asaka was already crying in fear, crawling on her hands and feet to the other end of the bed.
Knowing she couldn't escape, Naga slowly stood up, swaying his already erect penis, and walked slowly towards the door.
With the young man's simple and brutal actions flashing through his mind, Naga grabbed Asaka's long hair, lifted her to her feet, and punched her in the stomach.
"Ugh..." The naked female body curled up in pain, trembling as she knelt on the ground.
He wrapped her long hair around his wrist, lifted her up again, and with his other hand, he reached under her armpit and pinched her tender nipple hard.
"Ah! It hurts...it hurts so much! Let go...let go of me..." Unable to find a good way to break free from the man behind her, Asaka futilely stepped on the man's feet with her bare feet.
The thought of completely eliminating the woman's will to resist overpowered him. Naga took a breath, released her nipple, and punched her on the lower edge of her ribs.
Asaka screamed and fell to the other side, but was pulled back by her own hair, keeping her leaning in the man's arms.
"No, please stop hitting me... Waaah..." With one hand covering her ribs and the other covering her scalp which was being pulled painfully, Asaka shook her head and begged for mercy with tears streaming down her face.
He grabbed her hair and dragged her back to the bed. Naga slapped her across the face, causing her to fall backward against the edge of the bed. He straddled her chest, silently placing his penis in front of her, his fingers leisurely playing with her earlobe.
Asaka sobbed as she lifted her face, looking at the glans that was close to her lips, and frowned in pain.
Naga smiled and punched her in the waist again. This sense of release, achieved from the depths of his subconscious, excited him greatly, and he even felt that it would be great if the woman beneath him could resist a little longer.
Unfortunately, Asaka was completely defeated by him. She cried as she raised her head, opened her mouth, and clumsily licked his penis.
"Ugh..." This kind of oral sex with no skill whatsoever could not satisfy his burning lust. Naga supported himself on the bed with both hands, pressed Asaka's head to the edge of the bed, and swayed his waist back and forth, using her mouth as a sex organ to thrust in and out.
Asaka's small mouth couldn't possibly contain the enormous penis. As soon as the thrusting began, the glans struck the deepest part of her mouth. She coughed uncomfortably, wanting to vomit, but was frightened by the man's coldness. She could only weakly open her mouth wide and endure the rough handling.
Intrigued by the soft, deepest part of his throat, Naga would thrust against the roof of his mouth until he could no longer penetrate, then pull his penis back. After a dozen or so thrusts, the head of his penis successfully squeezed into a new, narrow cavity. The muscles there were smooth and powerfully undulating, and just the sensation of being inside made his whole body tingle with pleasure.
Unfortunately, Naga's plan was to continue like this until ejaculation.
As time passed and Asaka's chin felt numb, the huge object in her mouth suddenly trembled, and a surge of heat rushed into the depths of her stretched throat.
"Ugh..." She futilely pushed against the man's rough, muscular thighs with both hands, feeling the nauseating sensation of semen being poured into her esophagus.
The undulating throat created suction, squeezing out the last drop of semen from the penis. Naga hummed contentedly as she slowly pulled out the saliva-covered penis.
As soon as the glans left, Asaka coughed violently, and a white liquid, indistinguishable as saliva or semen, smeared all over her lips.
With her common sense, even though she had been forced to perform oral sex and beaten until her whole body ached, at least the man had ejaculated, so everything should be over, right? She lowered her head, sobbing as she wiped her mouth and cheeks with the back of her hand, waiting for the man to leave, for the nightmare to end.
"This is just the beginning…" Naga said hoarsely, his voice, which did not belong to him, carried an indescribable ferocity, perfectly matching this violently cathartic dream.
Naga's response was a slap across her buttocks. Only when her raised buttocks were slapped bright red did Asaka finally release her grip in despair, cover her face, and burst into loud sobs.
The exposed mons pubis really didn't look like that of a mature woman. Sparse hair covered the thin, light-colored vulva, and the central petals were still a bright pink. After the fingers spread open the secret gate, what was exposed was the pure and tender virgin honey pot. The tender flesh at the entrance was stained with a crystal-clear color and tightly clenched together, without even a gap showing.
Soon, the small opening was about to welcome its first intruder. Naga gripped her waist, licked his dry lips, and began to enter Asaka's body.
The already narrow vagina was very dry, and even with a lot of saliva acting as a lubricant on the glans, the tip still felt painful resistance.
"Eek..." As Naga exerted force inward, Asaka stretched her neck and let out a mournful cry that sounded like she was about to die. Her feet, which were pressing against the floor, almost broke the tatami mat, and her muscles were so tense that they looked like strings about to snap.
That's how you insert it, all the way to the deepest point! Naga endured the pain of his foreskin being stretched to its limit, grabbed her buttocks and pushed in hard. Her hymen was stretched to its limit centimeter by centimeter. Then, the fresh blood from her broken hymen took on the mission of lubrication. His entire penis was like a nail, firmly driven into the flower core that had been protected for more than twenty years.
"Ah! Ah... Ahh... Ahhh... Ahhh..." Asahi screamed shrilly, experiencing what was probably the most painful way for a virgin to lose her virginity. She stretched one hand out to the air in front of her, trying to grab onto some imagined savior.
With a small portion of his penis still outside, Naga took a deep breath, gripped his waist tightly with both hands, and pressed his entire body forward in the direction of the force.
His abdomen pressed against her buttocks, and his glans pierced directly into a smooth, tight, and elastic place. Naga roared with pleasure, twisting his waist and churning inside the virgin's uterus.
Asaka's screams gradually weakened, and the part of her body below her waist felt as if it no longer belonged to her. Only a continuous stream of pain climbed up her spine, numbing her brain.
Naga no longer cared about anything else. He used his thumb to dig into the pale brown anus, roughly playing with the tender naked body, letting the dark pleasure welling up from the bottom of his heart permeate his entire consciousness...