Chapter 24 – Episode 24: Preparing for Graduation
As I stroke her soft breasts, Yeji tilts her head back and looks at me with her eyes full of curiosity.
What dwells in those round eyes is pure curiosity.
“Do you enjoy touching this?”
“It’s soft.”
“Well, I do it softly.”
Watching her poking her own breasts with her index finger her made her feel like her sexual desire would arise, but she had no choice but to hold back.
How many times has she become impatient and stuck with her in the name of special training in dream management?
The state of sitting on the veranda in the countryside, not in the living room of the apartment.
A cool breeze blew and moderately cooled the body temperature of the two of us who were clinging to each other.
She reaches for her watermelon, cut into chunks on her tray her, and I put my hand under her forearm her and touch her her bare chest her.
It wasn’t violently entangled, and it wasn’t doing anything great.
It was because her precognition of her, which had been given the power of lucid dreaming, was training for her to become accustomed to her own dreams.
“Ah, failed.”
“Okay, focus a little more.”
The watermelon in her hand turned into a melon. Seeing watermelon, it naturally reminds me of melon.
In the end, the melon in her hand had turned back into a melon before she knew it.
As a sign to focus, he presses her lower chest upward.
At the same time, the melon turns into melon-flavored ice cream.
The sun-kissed ice cream immediately melts and drips down her fingers her.
Ice cream dripping onto her thighs her, naturally within her her, as she counted on her sleeping her hugging her her between her legs her.
He squeezed her breasts and stomped once more, telling her to focus on pulling the hem of her top her and wiping off her ice cream her.
“Ahaha, it tickles me.”
No matter how much I massaged her breasts her, it would n’t be sexually appealing in this atmosphere.
Because it’s a world that doesn’t mean much to women’s breasts. Thanks to you, I can play comfortably with it.
In a world where the concept of chastity between men and women has been reversed, women’s breasts have the same meaning as the lobe of an ear or the nape of the neck in the previous world.
Even in the original world, there must have been people who were excited by the shape of her ears or the back of a woman exposed when she tied her hair.
Even so, just as it was natural that she would not be caught for disorderly conduct on the street for exposing her bare ears or neck her, so did her her breasts her.
There are people who get excited when they see beautiful breasts, but it is ambiguous to say that it is a particularly lewd part.
The reason women cover their breasts is simply because their tops cover them.
Because the esoteric fashion of wearing a shirt with only the chest cut out has never been popular.
No matter how common sense changes and notions are overturned, is there a world where bizarre belly band shirts that cover only the stomach and expose the chest are in vogue?
That’s why I don’t think about covering my chest in a situation where I’m wearing it loosely or comfortably at home like this.
Like wearing slippers instead of shoes when going to the convenience store in front of my house, I thought it was okay to expose my chest.
“Oh, this is harder than I thought.”
“The watermelon smells like red bean bread.”
“It must be because of the bakery we went to today.”
Moderately sized breasts that fit tightly in the palm of your hand.
Han Ye-ji confines her slender body her in her arms her and makes fun of her, but she does n’t even care.
It’s because I’m more concerned with the smell of freshly baked bread wafting from the watermelon than with my breasts squishing like toys in my hands.
Turning the melted ice cream back into watermelon was successful, but now the aromas and tastes are starting to mix.
It means that her concentration has reached its limit.
“As expected, controlling the details is the most difficult.”
In her hands her grumbling like that, instead of sweet red bean bread flavored watermelon, there was a watermelon soda I had seen in my studio.
A sun-drenched garden, a veranda with a cool breeze, a wet tray, cold water and watermelon…Drinks
I was able to imagine the appearance of such objects through lucid dreaming, but it was difficult to control the senses such as taste and smell.
Well, it’s probably easier to imagine the appearance of a watermelon than to think of the taste of a watermelon.
Even during that time, my hands were stroking the breasts in my arms to their heart’s content.
I wanted to lie down as it was, but I ran out of time.
“Uh, failed today too.”
“Don’t fret too much.”
The watermelon juice in your hand disappears.
The bright sunlight disappeared and the cool wind stopped blowing.
In the dream world that collapses from the edge, Han Ye-ji, who was in my arms, greets me.
“Then, I’ll go~”
“Yes, have a good trip.”
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No matter how incarnate and constellation relationship is, they can’t always stick together.
If you move according to your desires, you will stick with Han Ye-ji all day.
I can eat and drink what I want in my dreams, create a place I want, and have fun with a high school girl who only looks at me.
But I know and I know that the end will not be good.
Of course, I can’t even count how many times I rolled around until I knew that and had self-control.
Turn the screen away from Han Ye-ji, who will have a mock battle at the survival training ground, and head to another place.
To another continent, not even the academy. It was to understand this world and collect nightmares that seemed useful.
Of course, I didn’t touch other incarnations outside the academy.
I had one Yeji Han who hadn’t even entered society yet, but I didn’t want friction with other Constellations.
On the donut-shaped continent where the black mist bloomed, I gathered people’s nightmares.
The continent was truly miraculous.
The world I know and the world I don’t know are moderately mixed.
A heterogeneous world where everything from the most basic food culture to ideology is mixed little by little.
Except for the fact that I do not have my hometown, Korea, the appearance is familiar enough to make me think that it is a foreign country in my world.
If you read people’s psychology little by little, the sense of deja vu grows bigger and bigger.
What is universally feared in the East Continent is the ghost that pops out of nowhere.
I am very afraid of spirits, probably because it is a town where there are real fantasy monsters like Specter and Wraith.
A virgin ghost with loose hair is a regular nightmare.
Should I say that the Western Continent is a mixture of America and Europe?
In fact, the earth was destroyed before I even traveled around the world, so I don’t know.
This side fears monsters with substance rather than souls.
Clowns, masked killers, hairy monsters under the bed, boogeymen in the closet.
Above, if you go to the northern continent, where more than half of the snow is covered, you will find a town full of Slavic beauties.
It is similar to the East Continent, but instead of ghosts, evil spirits that harm people appear with a snowstorm.
Wendigos, Sasquatch, and dragon-like monsters made of ice crystals.
Down in the southern continent, full of tropical rain forests, here is a mixture of Latino beauties and blacks.
There were many rough terrains like tropical rain forests and swamps on this side, so there was a lot of fear of nature and animals.
Werewolves that walk on two legs, man-eating leopards that bite people, and giant man-eating crocodiles that lurk in swamps.
It’s obvious, but that’s the representative symbol of fear, and there were many things I didn’t know.
Just looking at the increase in the number of porn stars wearing bikinis right now, that is the case.
Because the well-tanned, copper-skinned South American beauty started a catfight with the blonde-walled glamor of her, twitching her bigger-than-her-breasted butt of her.
“Fuck the kid, get out of here!”
A woman’s face is buried in her gigantic breasts that seem to be her E cups in her.
A large brown beetle that would not be enough to hold with both her hands her was paired with her her white palm her! Beaten loudly
The big breasts that are the size of a person’s face and the scene where the hips moves and shakes are definitely fascinating.
If only these fucking bitches hadn’t been fucking in their cramped studios.
Without much thought, I summoned the two at the same time, and as soon as our eyes met, they violently charged at each other.
As a result, the beverage can that had not yet disappeared was crushed, the remains of the lunch box were thrown on the bed, and I was hit in the back of the head by two people.
It doesn’t hurt to be beaten by a soft woman’s flesh, but it feels strangely bad.
Murderers, clowns, and ghosts don’t hurt me, but if you fuck around in a room like this, you might get hit in the aftermath.
Feeling that fact, I started exploring the continent once again. Before that, after putting away cans and bento shells that flew around in a corner.
In the end, it was the East Continent that I looked into the most.
It’s a town similar to Asia before the collapse, so I have to say that I have a feeling for it.
Seeing the world full of black hair rather than colorful hair, I feel a little more at ease.
Because time is time, the scenery of a peaceful city where students are at school and office workers are stuck in their companies.
It was a very normal world, except that every once in a while the gates opened in mid-air, but were hunted down before they could roar into the air by the immediate suppression squad.
However, if you enlarge the screen a little more, it tastes good.
Even if you just look at the streets, there are many beauties with their breasts exposed defenselessly.
In particular, at the gym, female college students wearing sleeveless shirts that opened up to their sides were working hard because they couldn’t show their side breasts.
Of course, what most of them feared was a well-cooked body without a single muscle, so there was nothing to save them from nightmares.
Still, it’s okay because I’ve collected various nightmares. If you collect little by little in this way, you will be able to help Han Ye-ji when he is put into action.
And I can only send it to the area around Han Ye-ji, who is still incarnated, but I think I can send it to the place I want if I get used to the ability of the dreamer a little more.
It was only a wishful thinking that I felt vaguely through my senses, but for some reason, my intuition insisted that it was correct.
