A Dream Gone Completely Wild

Luo Zhen murmured, drawing a little closer to Momoka.

Nijika narrowed her eyes, feeling that the atmosphere between the two had become somewhat strange.

Momoka made a suggestion, and Luo Zhen matched her rhythm perfectly, chatting with her at length.

They both thought it was a good idea and began trying it out.

As it grew later and later, Nijika began to feel sleepy and yawn, but Luo Zhen and Momoka still looked serious, determined to finish the task.

Luo Zhen even went along with the mood and drank a few sips of alcohol, becoming a little excited and agitated.

"It's done."

The two cheered. Momoka grabbed Luo Zhen in a hug and lifted him high into the air.

The song had indeed been completed, but Luo Zhen could not say for sure whether it was exactly the same as the one in his memories.

Still, it was undeniably an excellent piece, a masterpiece through and through.

The two stood still and looked into each other's eyes. A strange feeling surfaced in Momoka's heart.

Luo Zhen could smell the mixed scent of alcohol and sweat drifting from her, along with Momoka's own distinct fragrance.

She truly lived up to her name, carrying an aroma like peaches that left Luo Zhen slightly intoxicated.

Likewise, Momoka felt the scorching warmth radiating from the young man.

She wrapped her arms around Luo Zhen's neck and pressed her face against his.

Alcohol had indeed affected her judgment, and their perfectly coordinated collaboration just now had also given her some kind of illusion.

"Ah! Before I knew it..."

Nijika had nodded off, so she did not react in time. The two were about to kiss.

Luo Zhen turned his head, and her finishing move missed.

Nijika breathed a sigh of relief, while Momoka closed her eyes and began breathing evenly. She had fallen asleep.

"Hey, Nijika, go buy some things. I'll take her back to the room to sleep."

Luo Zhen supported Momoka as he led her into the room. Nijika did not think much of it and headed out to buy daily necessities.

After laying Momoka on the bed, Luo Zhen sat down beside her.

"Quit pretending to sleep. I know you're awake."

Luo Zhen whispered softly into her ear.

"Guh, cough, cough."

Momoka began coughing. She had impulsively leaned in for a kiss, only for Luo Zhen to dodge.

She had thought it was the perfect moment, but it had only led to an awkward outcome.

The moment he avoided her, she realized she had fallen into some kind of "illusion."

She straightened up. Although she was still a little dizzy, she would no longer do anything impulsive.

"How could you do that in front of a child? The harmful influence on teenagers would be immeasurable."

Luo Zhen raised his hand and flicked Momoka on the head.

She pouted and lay back down.

"Then... if the child isn't here, is it okay?"

She murmured it, but the moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them.

"No, cough, cough. Forget what I said. It was all drunken nonsense."

Momoka felt that she had thoroughly humiliated herself.

"I feel like Momoka and I are pretty in sync. When we sat together just now, it felt like our hearts were connected."

Luo Zhen said with a smile, turning his head to meet her gaze.

That strange atmosphere emerged again, but Momoka had already decided to seal away her heart with concrete.

My heart feels neither sorrow nor joy. I'll never fall for anyone again.

"Thanks for helping me."

Luo Zhen said softly, then kissed her on the cheek.

"Huh?"

The sudden attack made Momoka's brain shut down completely.

"I'll stay over at your place tonight. Tomorrow, hmm... I might need to take leave from school."

Luo Zhen stroked his chin. He still had many things to handle with Nijika.

He needed to help her sort out all the procedures for transferring schools.

And Nijika's luggage would not arrive until tomorrow, so he had to help her get settled as well.

A Completely Crazy Dream

By the time Nijika returned from buying things, washed up, and took a bath, everyone went to bed early.

But for Momoka, it was destined to be a sleepless night.

The alcohol alone had made her stomach feel terribly uncomfortable, and coupled with what Luo Zhen had done earlier, her mind had grown muddled as well.

She felt miserable, her stomach churning, and eventually she could not endure it any longer and got out of bed.

She went into the bathroom, hugged the toilet, and began making unpleasant noises.

Luo Zhen woke in the middle of the night. Seeing her slumped there like mud, he could only sigh helplessly.

He gently patted her shoulder and showed her concern with a tender attitude.

He was quite experienced at taking care of drunk people.

"Guh, let me hug you."

Momoka, reeking of alcohol, pounced on him and clung to Luo Zhen without willing to let go.

Her pants had long since been taken off, and several buttons on her shirt had also been undone, exposing a broad expanse of snowy skin.

"Alright, alright. I'll hug you. Relax, I'm here."

Luo Zhen's voice remained gentle. Momoka closed her eyes, then sank into a baby-like slumber.

Holding her like that, Luo Zhen sat down on the living room sofa.

He needed to sleep too, but Momoka refused to let go. The two clung together like materials stacked beyond capacity.

Luo Zhen closed his eyes, his soft breath brushing against Momoka's face.

Just then, the "special" ability that had not triggered in a long time suddenly activated.

Luo Zhen entered the dream space. His first move was to hide in a corner and look around cautiously.

"Whose dream is this time?"

The previous dream connection had directly linked him with Yamada Ryo, and even now, things between them remained extremely awkward.

Luo Zhen did not move right away. Before him lay an immaculate white ground, while snowflakes continuously drifted down from the sky.

Even the cold felt "real" in the dream, and Luo Zhen shuddered all over.

"A vast stretch of white, and I can't even see anyone. This place is..."

Luo Zhen began walking, feeling that whatever lay beneath his feet was exceptionally soft.

"And why am I walking uphill? What's that pink thing on top of the mountain?"

He continued onward, only to notice a familiar fragrance permeating the air.

The moment he reached the summit, he understood.

"Holy crap, dreams really are amazing. This is Boob Mountain."

He had become tiny, and beneath his feet was an enormous, plump pair of massive breasts.

Looking down from above, he saw Mrs. Yukino Shita's face.

As his gaze fell upon her face, she seemed to sense it and opened her eyes directly.

It's over.

The instant he had that kind of thought, Mrs. Yukino Shita immediately pinched Luo Zhen between her fingers.

"You little vixen, you couldn't hold back anymore, could you?"

After a dizzying spin, Mrs. Yukino Shita returned to her original size, while Luo Zhen was pinned beneath her.

"Honestly, I don't know what to do with you. If you want it, just tell me. I'll make you happy."

Bluetooth connected successfully, and gold foil entered the dim space.

The pressure of a vise, the heat of a furnace, along with the powerful spray of a water pump.

Luo Zhen bit his lip. Last time, because of time constraints, they had ended in a draw.

But this time was in a dream, and he seemed to have even less of an advantage.

"Everyone, come over! Join in and give this little vixen a good time."

Mrs. Yukino Shita moved against Luo Zhen a few times, but she was not very satisfied.

Then the scene changed again, and Luo Zhen was hung on a cross.

His pants had vanished without a trace. Only the gold-foil flesh rod remained standing and trembling, radiating a fierce presence.

The sky began to darken as well, and a blood moon shrouded everything.

Before Luo Zhen stood countless Mrs. Yukino Shitas, all with identical faces.

"Wow, there's even a clone playstyle?"

If a man had clones, that would be a major turnoff and he would be cursed to death.

But when a woman had clones and they all began engaging in a battle of swords with a man, the situation somehow became rather strange.

"And what is this setting supposed to be? Tsukuyomi?"

Itachi had stabbed Kakashi repeatedly in Tsukuyomi.

So you're forcing me into a battle of swords in a dream, huh!

One Mrs. Yukino Shita after another advanced, their eyes like hungry wolves eager to feast on the meat before them.

They took turns attacking, each using her own methods.

Some faced him directly, their hands and legs tightly entwined before they began writhing wildly after connecting.

Others turned their backs, and after connecting, seemed to have motors installed, their movements growing faster and faster.

There were even combined all-out assaults. Two held his hands and rubbed hidden places, while two others hugged his legs and rubbed as well.

Facing him head-on, they launched a Red Cliffs battle, while below, they carried out a frontal wall-breaking operation.

As this wave of attacks unfolded, Luo Zhen recalled the adult films from this female supremacy world that he had once searched out of curiosity.

He had now become the male lead in such a film, with the tag reading many against one.

He turned directly into Tom Cat performing a solo musical act, controlling multiple instruments all by himself.

Luo Zhen did not know how long this prolonged battle lasted.

But in the final image of the dream, he sat on a sofa, surrounded by identical Mother Yukinos.

They smiled cheerfully, their faces full of happiness.

There were even two versions of the photograph. One was from the beginning, when nothing had happened.

The other was from after it was over, with Luo Zhen lying there covered in traces of being ravaged, while several Mother Yukinos struck various victory poses.

"My god, older women really know how to play."

Luo Zhen muttered inwardly. This dream experience could not really be called a nightmare, only somewhat strange.