Chapter 6 – Episode 6: Sweet Dreams 上
In June, she signed a contract with Han Ye-ji, and on July 1 she was admitted.
Now that it is August, Han Ye-ji has earned her graduation grade through her basic physical training class and Hwashin Special Law class.
But there was something more important-
[Constellation, lethargic nightmare presents power to its first incarnation!]
[Incarnation Han Ye-ji is endowed with the power of ‘sweet lucid dreaming’!]
“Go, thank you!”
At midnight on August 1st, the moment the points came in, she immediately spent all three months without eating a single point worth of snacks.
As the moon changes, Han Ye-ji, who was planning a timetable to take her new class instead of her basic physical training, suddenly wakes up.
Seeing her her bow her head in the air makes her feel good.
[Constellation, lethargic nightmare waits for you with anticipation]
Yeji, who was bowing her head, traced her finger her in the air.
Does she even have a status window? Status window in the air for such a thing! I’ve never seen anyone screaming.
It would be convenient if she didn’t have to shout out loud.
I don’t care if I didn’t pay attention to the information papers and booklets, and the cheap laptops that were supplied spread out on the desk and whimper.
Without changing her clothes, she dives into her bed and lies down.
In the meantime, I heard a thump as if I had driven her shin into the frame of her bed, but a chuckle leaked out as I grabbed her aching leg of her and curled up in her blanket of her.
Is it that good? It is her first incarnation of her and the first ability she experiences.
It’s like having superpowers one day, but to have someone who won’t be thrilled.
She must have been blinded because she didn’t even turn off the light, but she fell asleep in less than 5 minutes, probably using sweet lucid dreaming.
Seeing that, the moment I turn to the refrigerator to get some sleep, a message I’ve never seen before appears on her monitor her.
[Do you want to interfere with Han Ye-ji’s lucid dream?]
[Yes / No]
Before I even thought deeply about what the interference was and whether I was really a dreamer rather than just dragging my soul.
My hand involuntarily clicked the Yes button right away.
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The screen flickered, and before I could think the same thing, my vision changed quickly.
Before I knew it, I was in a different room, not in the studio.
White lights on the ceiling, clean, well-appointed white wallpaper and tan parquet floors.
A wall-mounted TV, a leather sofa, and a clean sofa table in white and black make it look like a pretty comfortable living room.
It wasn’t a confined space like the Constellation’s studio.
There were two rooms leading from the living room and a large living room, as well as the entrance and bathroom that you could see if you looked back.
Standing in a normal house that hasn’t been collapsed and smashed gives off a strange feeling.
Maybe it’s because there’s no one there, so I feel like I have to head to the kitchen and grab the preserved food in the fridge and drawers and go back to my hideout.
He struggles to suppress his survival instinct, his tickling a corner of his head.
“I’m home!”
As I was in such agony, I heard the rhythmic sound of the password being pressed, and before I could react, the front door burst open.
Standing in the aisle from the shoe closet at the entrance to the living room, I couldn’t even hide myself, so I was taken aback…
“What’s for dinner tonight?”
The woman who came in suddenly treated me casually.
Looking closely, it seems that she resembles Han Ye-ji.
Maybe it’s because it’s a dream, it seems to be very slightly different from what I saw on the screen.
Ignoring the sound of a crackling sound coming from inside the room, I head to the bathroom and look in the mirror.
“Did I look like this?”
In the Circle of Constellations, where there was no bathroom, my face, which I hadn’t noticed before, is reflected in the bathroom mirror without a single water stain.
From the sad eyes down to the white skin of a man, bright red lips and a sharp nose.
“It’s kind of… “
It was only then that I was able to be sure when I saw a face that looked more like an idol than an ordinary man.
It was in her dream of a foreknowledge, that it had changed as she thought.
Even if it’s been a long time since I haven’t looked in the mirror, how can I not know my face?
It’s not the idol image of a church brother who smiles like this, but my face looks angry when I keep my mouth shut because my eyes are grim.
Before the Shelter I belonged to collapsed, I was once hired to set the mood behind the negotiating table.
‘So what should I do?’
In the end, this spacious house means that Han Ye-ji’s dream space was created.
Is today the first day of using my abilities, so I’m not really good at lucid dreaming, or am I just thinking I’m a character in a dream?
And they accept me naturally, so what do they want from me?
‘Since you asked what’s for dinner, can I serve you some rice?’
Yeji Han did not come out of her room until she washed her hands in her bathroom and went to her kitchen.
Come to think of it, she was in school uniform, so maybe she should change her clothes.
A dream in which you return home after school and eat dinner.
It’s really unpretentious stuff.
“Wow, what is this… “
When I open the door of the refrigerator, I am greeted by an enormous landscape, as if claiming that this is a dream.
Mountains of meat and meat in a large double-door refrigerator.
No matter how much men do the housework, who will treat the market like this?
Pork, beef, chicken, smoked duck with kimchi, garlic, onion, and wrapped radish.
There was only meat and ingredients for wraps in the refrigerator, as if the strong will to grill and eat meat was reflected in the dream.
In the cupboard under the sink, there were only salt and pepper, sesame oil and a few herbal salts.
Even when I open the freezer on the left, there are a lot of frozen meats.
So, as I was preparing to grill the pork belly, which looked easy enough, I heard the sound of light footsteps behind me.
The sound of bare feet stepping on the floorboards. It wouldn’t be a nightmare out of time, so it must be an example.
Before I could tell her to sit down at her table, she came up behind her on my back.
“Hehe, is it pork belly today? The kimchi was delicious.”
I couldn’t answer that.
‘What is this, what kind of dream is this?’
Because Han Ye-ji came up behind my back and hugged me naturally.
And as she touched her skin and felt her heartbeat her, there was one thing that instinctively came to mind.
This side of the world is a world where men and women are reversed, that is, a world where women continue to develop in the frame of a matriarchal society, and as women engage in outdoor activities, their physical characteristics change little by little.
Just as it is natural for adolescent boys to have erotic dreams, it is natural for girls in this world to have erotic dreams.
It wasn’t that he didn’t know women, but he stayed still, unable to react to the fact that was so embarrassing.
Whether it’s a real relationship or a one night stand with a couple of canned food, if it’s a fixed relationship, they’ll react.
What should I do here in the dream of incarnation?
A hand gently embracing, a soft body felt behind the back of her, a hot breath felt at the nape of the neck.
The sweet scent of a woman who breaks her compulsive abstinence and makes her lust spring up.
Hold her hand like this and lead her to the bed? Or should I knock it off and grill the meat?
I didn’t know what to do, so the choice I made was to stay calm.
Because it’s your dream, you can move as you please.
Did you eat rice while chatting, or did you eat me instead of rice?
As she waits for Han Ye-ji’s response, she silently slices the rolled pork belly and sprinkles it with her herb salt.
Her breath against the nape of her neck her becomes slightly rougher.
The hand wrapped around my side from behind trembled little by little, and suddenly touched something on the wings of her.
Forehead? Did you bury your face in my back?
Han Ye-ji, who had been holding her forehead behind her behind my back for a while without a reply or conversation, at some point released her hand to embrace her and naturally headed to her table her.
A lucid dream is a dream in which you are aware that you are dreaming.
It was not my lucid dream, but Han Ye-ji’s lucid dream, so it felt a bit difficult to follow.
Studying and training in real life is too hard, so are you acting like a child in your dreams?
Her sad eyes and this handsome face full of hugs are the result of her thinking that she wants to pamper her.
While thinking such useless thoughts, I turn on the gas stove.
As she puts the pork belly on top of a lively frying pan with lightly seared seams on her handle, she hears a cheesy, pleasant sound.
Instead of instant food, fresh meat and vegetables were in front of me.
What if Han Ye-ji’s dream is messed up? There are fresh vegetables in front of your eyes.
Wash fresh lettuce and onions instead of sliced and greasy vegetable pieces in frozen fried rice.
Shaking off the water and putting it in a small colander, the eyes go to fresh vegetables rather than meat.
After that, nothing happened.
She doesn’t really talk, but she sits across the table and eats.
Be so absorbed in the kimchi, lettuce, grilled onions and garlic that you forget the taste of the meat.
After that, she goes to the living room and sits side by side on the sofa and watches TV.
On the TV screen, there was a variety show that I did not know, then a scene from a movie, then a scene from a drama, and so on.
And every time that happened, Han Ye-ji started getting entangled with me.
She first takes her hand her, then moves her hips and sits right next to her.
As I felt the soft feel of her breasts her on her forearm, she leaned against me.
She lived with two students without her parents her, so she was energetic and positive on the outside, but she was festering on the inside?
It felt more like a large dog rubbing her on the head than a sweet act of affection between lovers.
Resting her head on her shoulder her, he impulsively reached out and stroked her head her.
With her leaning on her shoulder her, she was out of angle, but she could feel the soft touch her.
Warm, the body temperature of someone other than me.
“Uh, huh?”
She, who had been staring blankly at the TV without talking to her, finally came to her senses her and looked at me with confused eyes.
“Constellation?”
As a premonition licked her lips her, her world began to spin.
