Chapter 80 – Episode 80: Satisfy Your Needs
Dream Therapy on an unimaginable scale.
Or, rather than calling it dream therapy, should we call it a mental welfare system for veterans and their retirement incarnations?
Anyway, the first thing I did after the grandiose incident was to meet the veterans,
It wasn’t even a glimpse into the retirement incarnation’s nightmare.
“… Should I try to come this way too? It might be a little difficult.”
It was to soothe Han Ye-ji, who was pouting with a sense of alienation, in her dreams.
Lee Ha-rin and Kim Ha-eun, even if I am not using an alter ego,
I felt envious of being able to come to the sanctuary and spend time with me.
It is one example to feel envy even with half a bowl of pasta and to summon a restaurant in a lucid dream.
It is natural to feel envy in this situation.
“Well, no matter what, the hurdles are too high to aim for the academy for the third year.”
They cross their arms and talk casually, pretending nothing is wrong, but they can’t hide their feelings as it’s just a dream.
Obvious envy and jealousy, and even the desire for challenge derived from it.
Jealousy is transformed into a spirit of challenge rather than resentment and frustration. One incarnation was chosen very well.
Hey, she’s a responsible woman who has been supporting her younger brother her from a young age.
At the same time as that sense of relief, curiosity arose.
His sniper skills have improved noticeably and he has achieved quite a bit of achievement, but is the hurdle enough to be described as high?
The academy was large, and there were almost a thousand instructors.
Among them, there are non-incarnation instructors and young instructors, so I thought it was more roomy than I thought.
If you think about it a little deeper, it can’t be.
It is a strict space to the extent that dozens of incarnations cling to cargo ships going to and from the island.
Inside, hundreds of incarnates are glaring at each other, and other Constellations are watching it very closely.
Can the idiots get a job in a place like that?
“Is it very difficult?”
“Yeah, I’d like to go too if I can.”
Seeing her hesitating so much for a foreknowledge, even pretending to die, if I were to say it, made her feel a bit strange.
Han Ye-ji said she would even pretend to die, and Lee Ha-rin would really die.
As she was sorting out the random thoughts that suddenly jumped out, Han Ye-ji found it difficult to open her mouth.
“The academy instructor position is very strict, starting with the application requirements.”
I wiggle her her body and she goes on with her head resting on my shoulder.
“Um, I can’t remember exactly. I know that only a few elites are selected, even if it’s not for the instructor position, but for the academy’s internal service position. In the first place, instructor positions are chosen through tournaments.”
“Tournament?”
“Yes, when the instructor position TO is vacant, tournaments are held for each continent. In the case of weapon skills, actual sparring is conducted, and in case of marksmanship, points are given through simulation, and magic instructors are selected based on their thesis and research results, and then they are selected based on their lecture skills… “
Only then did she recall the scene she had seen during the day, and it seemed that Yeji Han understood why she was not confident.
Academy’s marksmanship simulation. Didn’t she even have nightmares due to her stress her because Han Yeji did n’t get her perfect score her?
But the instructors deserved a perfect score, and they were competing with shorter records.
It must be a harsh deal for Han Ye-ji, who is still pushing ahead with only one sniping.
Isn’t it that those young-looking instructors at the academy are winners of continental tournaments?
When I think of that, the thought suddenly sends chills down my spine.
‘Then, non-Hwasin instructors… Have they become academy instructors by using their talents and skills to defeat the empowered Hwasin?’
It is said that there are Constellations that increase incarnations without giving talents, let alone authority, but incarnations are incarnations.
It is a shame to compare with civilians because they receive backups from the system that forms the basis of this world.
But you beat it with pure skill?
“So if you set it as a target, you can target it… But it seems a little difficult right now.”
At the same time as she leaned on me, her intense emotions rushed from her.
Sorry and sorry.
Do you think you have n’t lived up to her expectations of her, or are you sorry for talking about your lack of ability in her?
Her heart is filled with joy because she has only shown such an admirable attitude from earlier.
Compared to the other two incarnations, how would it be if the rate of improvement was a bit slower?
I didn’t choose based on talent.
So, in order to give you an award, I have to do something I’ve been putting off for a while.
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Even though I’m not always around, I can have lucid dreams every day.
If so, what were they doing all this time?
There are times when you study, there are times when you practice shooting, you can take a break… And you can relieve your sexual desire like you were in the prime of your youth.
However, they could not create a perfect ‘me’ to relieve sexual desire in their dreams.
Because I’m a dreamer and they’re human.
And that’s not all.
The authority of lucid dreaming was given to me, and we have a contractual relationship between Constellations and incarnations.
In many ways, they and I are in a perfect hierarchical relationship.
At least, it’s a more obvious hierarchical relationship than flames and lava.
Just as I couldn’t control my alter ego at will, neither of them could control lucid dreams.
Specifically, I couldn’t be summoned and used as a doll to relieve sexual desire.
Because of lack of ability.
As a Constellation, there is a time limit for summoning me as a Constellation, so how could an incarnation create a Constellation at will?
No matter how much it is in your dreams, it is not possible to do something that does not work in the system.
That’s why things like this happen.
The world collapses once like clay and then reassembles like Lego.
Dark alleys, flickering streetlights, and black bikes groaning loudly.
And Han Ye-ji, dressed lightly, holding a convenience store plastic bag.
‘He can’t come to his senses… He’s fine, right?’
This is the world of unconsciousness created by Han Ye-ji, who has accumulated sexual desire when I am not around.
In front of her eyes her, a foreknowledge opened her mouth wide, and she stared blankly at me.
The feeling of leather clothes sticking to the skin is unfamiliar.
I’ve never worn a full body suit, so is this how I feel when I wear something chewy? I also want to
If I add more thoughts here, Yeji Han will come out of her unconsciousness her, so I started to deal with her dream her right away.
“Who, who are you?!”
“…”
She didn’t answer Han Ye-ji, who woke up, and put a cigarette in her mouth without her words.
She lights it with a zippo lighter she casually pulls out of her pocket.
I’m not a smoker, so the smoke that comes in through my mouth has no scent like the steam from a humidifier.
Han Ye-ji might be drinking vividly acrid cigarette smoke.
“Who are you?”
He did not respond to repeated questions.
Because this is what she wants
A situation where she does n’t recognize me because I took away the authority of lucid dreaming and came to the depths of her subconscious of her.
The last time I saw myself carrying a knife and clearing children’s backs, I must have been delusional about this.
A handsome man with a wild atmosphere suddenly appeared, a full-body bike suit and thick cigarettes.
A car chase that begins, saying that the explanation will be given later.
The corners of my mouth tightened as I thought I would burst into laughter at this naked desire.
“I’ll explain later, so get on.”
“What, what is it? Evil! My beer!”
When her wrist her is snatched, she pretends not to be able to win and climbs onto the back of her bike.
Over the sound of four cans of beer crashing on the floor, you can hear the harsh exhaust sound.
If you start riding your bike now, the pursuers you have been waiting for will come as promised.
The hand that wraps around the waist of her is awkward.
There is no such thing as the one who got used to it and put his hand on her waist and groped her thighs.
Where did the smirk go? She was embarrassed because she dared not wrap her arm around the man’s waist.
He spoke to her in a dry low voice, but with a hint of laughter.
“Don’t be shy and wrap your arms straight around your waist when you allow it. I don’t even have a helmet, so if I fall off, it’ll break my bones.”
“Ah yes? Yes.”
It was only then that Yeji Han hugged me tightly from her back.
It must have been frightened by the speed of the bike running like a monster.
Through the thin suit, I can feel my soft breasts being pressed here and there.
Of course, she must be enjoying her back muscles and abs her with her whole body her.
‘So, what should I do now?’
When we get on the bike and come out to the road, black cars chase us.
Han Ye-ji glances back at her and buries her face in her back again with her puzzled expression.
I thoroughly enjoyed the feel of her breasts her behind her back her, so let’s move on.
“Hey! What did you see during the day?”
The sound of the wind slicing loudly rings in my ears,
Both my voice and Han Ye-ji’s voice were heard so clearly to each other.
I won’t wake up in her dreams because I can’t understand what she’s saying.
“It’s daytime, is it daytime?”
“Okay, have you seen anything strange? Think carefully. The kids behind me are curious about that, so they follow me.”
At my words her, Han Ji-ji desperately turns her head around and comes up with the answer I want.
“Uh, women in suits running around the alley?”
“Okay? There’s a picture in her breast pocket? Take it out.”
“Yes?!”
“Oh, just take it out!”
A shy hand gropes his chest and takes an old photo he has just made.
Like a petty thief or a pickpocket, he picks up the photo with his trembling hand, using only the nails of his thumb and index finger his, even though he has his thumb and black fingernails.
While Yeji hesitated at the pressure of her man’s chest her, her bike her slowed down before she knew it and the vehicle following her disappeared as if to kill her.
While she focused on taking pictures of her, I drove her bike to an old, shabby corner motel.
“Oh, that’s right. De?”
“Okay, so come along. I’ll explain it inside.”
Looking at the crackling neon sign, only the OTEL part was shining, I went straight through the glass door.
I didn’t park the bike right in front of the door, and the bills were born out of thin air
The owner behind the counter silently gives me the key and tells me to go to the ninth floor.
While paying the money and receiving the key, Han Ye-ji stood stiff like a broken machine.
Is it because I’ve never been to a motel before?
