Having not masturbated in a long time, Naga held his erect penis, his eyes fixed on the naked actress writhing on TV, but he couldn't find any excitement.
After fiddling with it a dozen times, he leaned back in frustration, lying on the edge of the blankets, and kicked the tissue box aside.
Oh no... my appetite has become too picky.
Asaka's situation also affected him to some extent. He even began to feel that he had enough to live well with what he had, and that it wouldn't matter if he didn't dream in the future.
Glancing at his erect penis, Naga angrily pulled up his underwear. "I'll find a way," he comforted himself, somewhat frustrated, and crawled into bed.
It's unclear what exactly happened, but it seems that Kae has given up on continuing the competition. With no further progress in her relationship with Yui, Naga has begun to seriously consider the feasibility of dating Miku.
Even he himself was somewhat annoyed by this inexplicable hesitation. If it were before, he would have woken up laughing in his dreams if such a beautiful and lovely girl expressed her affection for him. But now he was still considering whether to accept her. It was indeed the inherent weakness of men at work...
When he opened his eyes, he found himself floating in mid-air, the world around him was blurry, filled with pink mist, and in the mist, a chilling dark shadow was rapidly swirling.
Whose nightmare is this...?
Dreams can reflect far more than what a person remembers when they wake up, but it's hard to say how much of what's reflected in dreams is reality and how much is fantasy.
Looking at the light shimmering in the pink mist in the distance, Naga hesitated for a moment, then waved her arms and floated towards the place that looked like an exit.
As soon as his body emerged from the white tunnel, gravity took effect instantly, and he screamed as he fell face-first onto the smooth wooden floor.
The floor was made of high-quality material, indicating a wealthy family. Supporting herself with her hands, Naga looked up and realized she was lying face down in the hallway.
What kind of place is this? My dreams lately have been so absurd. Naga complained to herself as she walked through room after room.
It was a very traditional Japanese-style mansion, and because it must have been a dream rather than reality, the sliding doors on both sides remained completely still.
It seems the person dreaming didn't know what was behind the sliding door, and their impression of the mansion was incomplete.
There was only one passable path. Could it be that the person in the dream had only been here once? Or did they never have the chance to see other places? Although she felt strange, Naga patiently walked through the only path.
The mansion was much larger than he had expected. There was a sliding door in the middle that could be opened, leading to a spacious tea room. Judging from the scrolls hanging on the wall, the owner of this house must be no ordinary person who was very wealthy.
After several twists and turns, the passageway eventually left the main house, passing through an elegantly decorated courtyard path, and finally leading into a side room.
In today's Westernized society, it's rare to find a family that still maintains such an antique style of residence. In the past, this side room would probably have housed several concubines and their children.
The sliding door to the reception room could be opened, but there was nothing inside. From the moment Naga stepped inside, he vaguely sensed a strange fear permeating the surrounding air. This should reflect the emotions of the dreamer, but he couldn't quite understand why this slightly expectant fear was so intense.
Could it be that the person having the dream is a girl who loves watching horror movies but is also very timid?
"Hmm..." A sound finally broke the silence.
He quickened his pace, and the sounds he heard became clearer and clearer. It was a woman's moaning, her mouth stuffed with something, yet it was a seductive sound that came from a state of unpredictable pleasure or pain.
I'll have to restrain myself this time. If it's someone I know, I'll just have to let it go. Naga patted his restless little brother and walked around the corner of the corridor.
The sliding door at the end could indeed be opened. He pulled it open and stepped inside, then stood frozen in astonishment, as if struck by lightning, staring in disbelief at the alluring scene before him.
His gaze was immediately drawn to a nearly perfect naked body. Long, slender legs without an ounce of excess fat, smooth, delicate skin with a healthy honey hue, and rounded, pert buttocks that defied gravity, perfectly shaped like a beautiful peach. Her waist wasn't overly slender, but rather maintained a graceful curve that connected to her breasts and hips, and the faint outline of her sternum, revealed with each breath, added a unique kind of sensuality.
Further up, there are full breasts that defy gravity with their amazing elasticity, and a deep cleavage that is enough to bury any man's willpower. The bright red nipples are slightly upturned and stand proudly in the center of the cherry-colored areolas.
Her loose, curly hair cascaded down her smooth shoulders, and her beautiful face, tinged with a mocking smile, was none other than Fujibayashi Ami, whose mixed heritage created a unique and captivating charm.
Her long, sexy nude body was fully exposed in the center of the spacious room, without the slightest bit of covering.
Naga's position was perfectly positioned so that he couldn't see the most alluring triangle between Asami's legs, because she was raising one of her beautiful legs and extending it forward about half a step, her raised thigh blocking the area he most wanted to see.
But the reason he was so surprised was not the naked beauty who made his heart race and his blood boil. What made him freeze in shock was another woman.
She was not wearing any clothes, yet not entirely naked; several rough hemp ropes ran across her breasts, inner thighs, knees, ankles, neck, and pubic mound. The ropes bent her legs to their limit, tightly bound and spread behind her neck, and the exposed thighs revealed the pink petals of her vulva, the ropes biting into her flesh. Her hands hung down beside her breasts, crossed and tied to the inside of her ankles. Her snow-white, delicate, naked body was tightly bound into a curled-up, shameful, and lewd posture.
Ashi's foot was stretched out in front of her, its neat and delicate toes spread out, stepping on her mouth.
Her lips were small and cute, with a cherry-colored sheen, and these adorable little mouths were sucking on Asami's toes one by one, as if she were giving oral sex to her beloved man, her tender red tongue moving nimbly between her toes.
She definitely didn't do it willingly. Naga made this judgment without hesitation.
Because the woman who was bound and laid naked in front of Ami in a shameful position, like a female slave, was none other than Matsushima Kae.