Once again, Liang launched an attack. Luo Zhen could only bite his lower lip, but a faint whimper still slipped out.
Liang grew smug. She took hold of Luo Zhen's hand, handling it with the care one would use to caress a beautiful piece of jade.
Luo Zhen's hands broke free from their restraints and could move freely again.
The resistance in his heart gradually faded as well.
What did it matter? This was a dream world. Maybe when they woke up, neither of them would remember a thing.
So it would be fine to indulge a little, right?
After all, who knew what happened in dreams?
Once he figured that out, the last string of reason in Luo Zhen's heart snapped.
Why worry so much? Wasn't this what you wanted? Just do what you were supposed to do.
"Liang, are you planning to repay your debt this way? Heh, then you'll need to keep working hard."
"With a nine-out, thirteen-back loan, you'll be busy for a long time."
"You borrowed nine yuan from me, so you have to repay thirteen times that amount. And the interest will keep compounding."
Luo Zhen pressed both hands against Liang's head and vigorously ruffled her hair.
Then he massaged her cheeks, pinching the soft flesh there with his fingers. He found it rather amusing.
With interest like that, Senior Liang probably would not be able to repay all that money even in her lifetime.
She clasped Luo Zhen's hand and gently rubbed her face against it.
"Do you like hands? I know—you've been secretly staring at my hands the whole time."
"Then I'll give you a little reward."
Luo Zhen lightly poked her lips, rubbing them gently with his fingertips.
Like a kitten, Liang opened her mouth and bit down, refusing to let go.
Luo Zhen could not understand this hand fetish in a female supremacy world.
It seemed to be some counterpart to the foot fetish in ordinary worlds.
Feet could step on things and clamp things everywhere, while hands could grasp and pinch things everywhere.
Watching Liang enjoy herself so thoroughly, Luo Zhen felt rather helpless. Her eyes had even taken on a crazed look.
Luo Zhen took a deep breath and tentatively moved two fingers.
Touching her teeth, pinching her tongue, and things like that.
It excited her beyond measure, and then... the dream world began to shake violently.
After thinking briefly, Luo Zhen understood what was happening.
When men had erotic dreams, they woke up after a shudder. This was probably something similar.
The dream shattered. Luo Zhen sank into darkness and fell into a deep sleep.
"Ah!"
Elsewhere, Liang suddenly sat bolt upright in bed, letting out a strange sound.
Beneath the covers, her pajama pants were already a complete mess.
She got out of bed, intending to secretly wash them and let the matter pass unnoticed.
The washing machine rumbled away, while Liang's cheeks remained hot and flushed.
"To think I'd have a dream like that. And strangely enough, I remember every single detail clearly."
"Guh... do I have sexual frustration too?"
Liang muttered to herself.
No, were you really surprised by that?
Whenever you got the chance, you always secretly stared at Luo Zhen's hands. You had been suppressing yourself for a long time already.
Recalling what had happened in the dream, she touched her lips with her fingers.
Her throat bobbed softly, as if she were savoring the taste from the dream.
At the same time, she remembered being alone with Luo Zhen not long ago and touching his hand.
Liang stroked her lips with one hand while the other tried to move toward a particular area.
She was not wearing pants, and her white shirt only covered part of her body.
Just then, footsteps sounded.
"Liang, what are you doing?"
The mature woman with long hair looked exactly like an enlarged version of Yamada Ryo.
"Nothing."
Liang shook her head. This woman named Yamada Kyoka was her mother.
Kyoka sniffed, then gave Liang a meaningful smile.
"You've grown up."
That scent was actually quite easy to recognize.
Liang's cheeks reddened further, but she still maintained her cool expression.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Liang crossed her arms. As long as she refused to admit it, there would be no problem.
"Go back to sleep. It's still early. I'll hang your pants out to dry for you."
Kyoka rubbed her head.
Yamada Ryo lowered her head and hurried back to her room.
When she closed her eyes and tried to sleep, Luo Zhen filled her mind.
"Cold water turns warm after you drink it. He's a complete little temptress."
Liang forced herself to fall asleep.
Early Morning Work
Luo Zhen was already awake, while Hitori was still sound asleep. It was still early, so it would be better to let her rest a little longer.
He went downstairs and entered the kitchen, where he saw a familiar figure busily at work.
Michiyo was making breakfast, while Luo Zhen lazily sat down, propping up his head with one hand as he watched her with interest.
What he had experienced in last night's dream felt incredibly real. It was as though the sensation of Liang's lips still lingered on his fingertips.
And he was beginning to feel somewhat... restless again.
Michiyo came over and set breakfast in front of Luo Zhen.
There was nothing complicated about it: a glass of milk, fried eggs, and a few slices of bread.
"You don't have to go to work today. That supervisor said so last night."
"I know. It was mentioned in the company group chat."
She licked her lips. At last, she could get a proper rest.
Unfortunately, Luo Zhen still had to go to school. Otherwise, they could have found a way to spend some intimate time together.
"Aren't you eating?"
Luo Zhen asked in confusion. He wiped the grease from his mouth, his gaze full of doubt.
"I'm having something a little different. I wanted to change things up today."
Michiyo smiled and stretched out her leg.
Luo Zhen's body trembled faintly as he looked at Michiyo with a slightly stern gaze.
"They'll wake up soon. You'd better calm down."
Even through his pants, he could feel the slight pressure Michiyo exerted.
"Mm-hm~ But I'm hungry, my dear little husband."
"You're right in front of me. How am I supposed to stay calm? You need to take responsibility and help put out this fire."
Michiyo smiled, then slipped beneath the table.
"You're getting happier too. That's good~"
Michiyo knew it was because of the term "little husband."
His pants came undone. Luo Zhen held his forehead with one hand and sighed helplessly.
How did Liang do it? How did Michiyo do it? He found himself unconsciously comparing them.
"Hurry up!"
Luo Zhen urged her, glancing beneath the table as Michiyo revealed a slightly sly smile.
"That depends on you."
Michiyo's voice was muffled. Luo Zhen closed his eyes and focused entirely on it, intending to finish quickly.
She was probably tired of bread and milk, so she wanted to try fried dough sticks and soy milk instead. It was that simple.
Luo Zhen was already trying very hard, but sometimes, the more he wanted to finish quickly, the more likely he was to get stuck at the crucial moment.
Considering that Hitori and Futari would wake up soon, Luo Zhen was getting a little nervous.
"You're a little nervous. Futari should be awake by now. Come on, let's go to the bathroom for the rest."
She chuckled. Luo Zhen frowned. At this point, he could only go along with her.
Since ordinary tactics would not work, they naturally had to get straight to the point.
Besides, Michiyo was getting impatient too.
Futari woke up. She was wondering why no one was in the house when she heard strange sounds coming from the bathroom.
"Mom, are you in there? What are you doing?"
Soft thumping sounds were clearly audible, along with hurried panting.
"Mm, something's a little clogged in here, Futari. Wait a moment."
Michiyo hurriedly explained. She opened the door a crack and passed out some toiletries.
"Make do in the kitchen for now. Mmph~"
Michiyo's voice sounded strange too. It seemed the problem in the bathroom really was difficult to deal with.
"Mom, your face is so red. Is it really that hard?"
"If you can't handle it, I'll wake my sister and have her help you."
Futari scratched her head. For some reason, the smell drifting from the bathroom also seemed a little strange.
That was right—she often smelled this scent in her sister's room too.
"For now... I don't need Hitori's help. I can handle it."
Michiyo shut the door, and the suppressed noises gradually weakened until they vanished completely.
Futari did not think much of it. She picked up the things on the floor and left.
After she finished everything, changed clothes, and got ready to leave for school, she saw Luo Zhen preparing to go upstairs.
"Brother Little Zhen, you're running a little late today?"
Futari smiled innocently, while Luo Zhen awkwardly tugged at his pants.
"I hope I won't be late."
He reached out and rubbed Futari's head.
It was strange. Brother Little Zhen carried an incredibly strong scent that belonged exclusively to Mom.
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