As they walked to an unknown place, Helena asked:
"What do you mean by the place of my summoning? I woke up in my room, not in this place."
Suddenly, Sophia stopped. Helena asked:
"What's wrong?"
From behind Helena, a girl with blood-red hair appeared. Helena tensed, then suddenly Sophia entered the fourth dimension again. Reality twisted around her as if made of chewing gum the open became closed, the closed became open, the outside became inside, and the inside became outside. The three-dimensional world twisted violently under her mercy, more fiercely than the previous time, forming complex shapes, and Helena's body was the target that body which was no longer human from the severity of the space distortion inside and out.
Helena's brain formed into a complex Rubik's Cube in front of Sophia, who then swapped two pieces of it with her index and middle fingers.
From Helena's perspective, she felt Sophia moving even though she was just standing in front of her, smiling. Sophia's body was four-dimensional, and what Helena saw was only a part of it.
When Sophia swapped the pieces, the world melted from Helena's point of view, and she lost consciousness.
Mark finally woke up from his dream.
"Wow, what a surreal dream; I need to jot down the details before I forget them."
Mark was a thirty-something unemployed man with a frail body and a bloated belly. He didn't show signs of aging, but the bald spot at the back of his head was starting to spread. He'd fallen asleep while playing a boring video game all night.
He got up lazily, stretched his limbs weary as if he'd slept more than ten hours. He spat the sticky sleep saliva onto the ceramic floor and wiped it with his slipper, searching for his notebook that notebook where he jotted down his ideas, theories, and also some of his perverted drawings.
"I knew it... That fantasy body, the massive cock, the huge breasts it was just a dream...
I've returned, my room...
The light layer of dust on the table...
The corner where I masturbate...
The box where I keep my memories from middle and high school...
The bed with the imprint of my sitting spot... I've returned."
Mark eagerly wrote down everything he'd seen in the dream, from the moment he woke up to raping the poor girl, up to his kidnapping and the tampering with his brain. But what occupied his mind was how realistic the feeling was, though the realism of the feeling couldn't match the logic of the events. There are often what are called vivid dreams dreams of intense clarity with no sign that the person is dreaming, and this dream must be one of them.
Mark washed his face to get rid of the annoying feeling of his dry saliva and returned to check the game that had bored him to sleep.
"Hmmm... Prime Futanari, ah, that's why I dreamed I was a futanari."
He played it a bit to recall his memories:
"So, it's a Gacha and RPG game in a Steampunk open world."
"Helena"
Mark flinched in alarm from the voice coming from nowhere:
"Who's there?..."
"Helena, you're dreaming."
"Fuck... I've finally gone crazy, yaay."
It was nine in the morning. Mark grabbed his keys and cigarette pack and went down to the garden.
By chance, he met his friend Adrien:
"Hello, Mark, how are you? It's been a long time."
Mark was absent-minded and said:
"Y... yes."
"What's wrong? You look disturbed today."
"I had a dream... You know those dreams that are so realistic you think they're real?
[Adrien nodded.]
I had one wait a moment."
Mark pinched his arm.
"Yes, I'm in reality."
"Me too, recently I had one Vivid Dreams, dreams that despite their surrealism, you think are real..."
Then Adrien started talking about his dream, and Mark, distracted, threw him words like "yes" and "then what?" from time to time, pretending to listen while his mind was entirely on Sophia.
"...and the hat thought Milosaro was the thief, and we laughed."
"You know... You know me; I'm someone who likes scientific explanations, and honestly, I think dreams are more than just neural activity."
"Yes... How does your brain simulate an entire universe, build a scenario, and give you weird convictions... Recently, I saw a theory on the internet saying that dreams are the perspectives of our copies in parallel universes."
"Hmm, yes, maybe you're right."
"Mark"
Mark suddenly turned back; it was Sophia's voice, clear.
"What's there? Did someone call you?"
"I'm just... starting to hear voices inside my head."
"Voices like what?"
"A woman's voice I saw in my dream, as if she lives there."
"This isn't real...
This is just a dream...
Wake up."
"No, you get out of my mind."
"Hehe, you've gone crazy, my friend."
Mark paused and said:
"Adrien, search for the game Prime Futanari."
"What's that?"
"Don't worry, just search."
Adrien pulled out his phone and started searching, saying:
"Do you play perverted games or something...
Wait...
Here it is...
Hmm....
All search results indicate it's a novel."
"What?!
Let me see."
"It's a novel; the latest chapter so far is chapter 666, and it's still ongoing."
"Let's try reading it."
"My friend, do you really want to read one of those sexually repressed teenagers' stories?"
"Just go along with what I'm doing."
"Fine."
Mark read the synopsis:
"No, impossible; I think I've found a glitch in reality. The story written in the synopsis is the same events that happened to me in the dream."
"Hehehe, you're joking?!!"
"Look at the protagonist's name; it's Mark, like my name."
"Hehe, do you think I was born yesterday?
You read the protagonist's name before and came claiming you're him."
"Mark, you're dreaming."
"Shhhh, shut up."
"Hehe, you really act well, Mark; let's go out..."
"No, stop; let's read some chapters. One of the characters will be named Sophia."
"You won't convince me; it's clear you've read it before."
"Give me your phone."
Mark took the phone and started reading from chapter one, shocked that the novel was indeed about his dream. He skimmed through the chapters quickly up to now...
"Come on, read with me, Adrien."
"By chance, he met his friend Adrien:
'Hello, Mark, how are you?
It's been a long time.'
Mark was absent-minded and said:
'Y... yes.'
'What's wrong? You look disturbed today.'
'I had a dream... You know those dreams that are so realistic you think they're real?
[Adrien nodded.]
I had one wait a moment.'"
"No, no, no, impossible."
"Did you see?
Something strange is happening in the world."
Adrien continued reading.
"Hello..
...
Hello.. This thing reads thoughts.
This thing reads thoughts."
"Anything we say is here."
"Hello, hello."
Adrien looked around:
"Wait, wait... I'm not convinced; maybe there's some kind of camera watching us..."
"But you, Adrien, said that this novel reads thoughts too."
"I... I don't know; I feel completely detached from reality."
"Next time, believe me; I'm not crazy, and you've seen for yourself that someone is talking to me inside my mind."
"You're not listening to me; I'm coming to you."
"She's saying, Mark, that she's coming to you; what will you do?!"
"I heard her... What, will the dream turn into reality?"
"Mark, watch yourself; something strange is happening."
"I don't know; I feel like she doesn't know what's happening here."
"I have an idea; open chapter 666 and let's see if you stayed alive, hehe."
"Fine."
Before the chapter loaded, the phone's battery died and it turned off.
"Nooooooo."
"We've discovered a scientific discovery."
"We need to contact the SCP foundation or something; this is some kind of temporal anomaly."
"Wow, really, life is strange, like we're in a story or some matrix; are we truly free if our lives are written in a story?"
Mark remembered something familiar, his mind wandered a bit, then he said:
"But I feel free, and that's what's important."
"Mark, if there's a being that knows what you'll do, doesn't that make it control you?
I mean, the being that knows when you enter the restaurant you'll eat a burger doesn't that make eating pizza impossible for you?"
"Shit... Sophia in the dream was asking me religious questions, and I said I don't care."
"I'm talking seriously."
"Maybe, but I think not knowing makes you free."
"You're just ignorant and submissive to its will."
"I don't think that's important whether it controls me or not; the important thing is I live as I want."
"Yes, you live as you want in the bliss of ignorance and lack of knowledge...
But the problem arises if there's reward and punishment after death; you're certainly, with the omniscient God's knowledge, heading to punishment, and the loving God does nothing to save you."
"I don't know; if people are religious, be religious too and live in peace; I don't care."
Adrien looked at his watch and said:
"I'm late for the delivery driver; see you later."
Mark sat on the garden bench, lighting his cigarette, staring at the sky and smoking, trying to understand.
I want to end this routine...
My life has no purpose...
Work, work is important but boring and forced...
Money, money is nice but the dopamine will run out and I'll feel bored again...
I want to go back to that magical atmosphere...
The atmosphere of mystery...
The vast dark world...
Magic...
I want my body, Helena's great body...
Helena's lustful body...
Helena's insatiable lust...
I want that body...
I want that cock and those breasts and that ass...
Hmm
Even if I tried a gender modification surgery, I wouldn't reach but a poor version of her body...
I want to start over; I'm bored, bored of this miserable life eat, sleep, play, eat, sleep, play, eat, sleep, play... I want magic; I want days different from each other; I want new knowledge that's not boring... Planet Earth is scientific and damn logical; I want a break from the gears of this machine; I want some magic in my life...>
With steady, silent steps and a stature that embraced the sky, Sophia came and sat her lustful, massive feminine body next to Mark, who closed his eyes while crying and smiling.
"Thank you."
"So this is your city, and this is your real form."
"Yes, unfortunately, a cold, boring city and..."
"And what?"
"I don't think it matters."
"I see..."
"So, will you return me to Taured?"
"You're just asleep."
Mark turned to her and said:
"Hmm, this is too real; I didn't know I was dreaming."
"Yes, the sixth sense is the reason; it enhances the performance of the other senses, so you feel what's called hyperrealistic, and now without it in the dream, you feel like you've returned to planet Earth."
"Then, my great lady, why did you make me sleep?"
"A fair question, to show the experiment's results to the other Aeons."
"What?!
How will you do that while we're inside dreams?"
"Hehehe, you're only at the tip of the iceberg."
"What do you mean?"
"There's a deeper layer; it's the Dream Core."
"What? The Dream Core; will we enter the backrooms?"
"No, the Dream Core is a different place; it's a type of Collective Dreams divided into forums. The only way to enter it is through your personal dreams."
"And how do I enter?"
"Fine."
Sophia stood from her place and drew with her foot a strange pentagram a star with arms pointing to the east, southeast, south, southwest, and west, with a crown above it.
"Fine, now lie down and place your hands toward the east and west, and your feet toward the southeast and southwest.... Now repeat the following words:
O shatterer of wakefulness within my chest, grant me the seeds of my dream,
I fold the night six times and offer the dawn a cloak of secret gleam.
The Hexagonism Conclave calls me by a name whose pulse is ancient in my vein,
I shed the shell of consciousness, becoming my light and my own refrain.
Every corner is sixfold; I enter it in truth, unbroken, unfeigned,
Open now the gate, O heart I beg you, receive me, let me be contained."
Mark did that; suddenly his hands and feet were bound, which terrified him. Sophia said:
"Hold your breath."
Suddenly, the ground surged upward at speed
10
100
1000
10000000
100000000000
10000000000000000000000000000
kilometers per hour and more. Mark felt tightness in his chest; he felt as if his limbs were stretching, deforming, and twisting....
Then suddenly it stopped. He took a very deep breath in anxiety and fear amid the lighting of an operating room.
He checked his body and saw his breasts; he'd returned to Helena's deceptive feminine body. He smiled from intense happiness; excitement had returned to his life, even though he was bound and didn't know what would happen to him.