Shimaura Hitomi Secretly Steals Kiyoharu's Hidden Thoughts in Her Dreams

After drinking the gruel made from crushed and heated compressed biscuits, Shimaura Hitomi's face regained much of its color, and her eyes became clear and lively again.

Her features were very attractive, the kind that looked good without makeup. In fact, applying makeup would be difficult, meaning it would require a seasoned and experienced hand to enhance Shimaura Hitomi's beauty.

Shimaura Hitomi had mentioned that every time she tried to put on makeup, the grotesque figure in the mirror would deter her. After many attempts, she had given up on the idea.

Kiyoharu took a wet wipe from his outdoor jacket pocket to clean her face. Shimaura Hitomi habitually thanked him and observed Kiyoharu through the white mesh of the wet wipe.

Senpai, what will he do to me?

He changed what actually happened, bringing me to this cabin. He can't just want to rest.

Dreams amplify the wicked thoughts in one's heart. For instance, Shimaura Hitomi's longing for Kiyoharu's embrace was realized in the previous dream.

The cold from outside seeped in through the gaps in the wooden house. Despite the fire, Shimaura Hitomi still shivered. She tried to put her jacket back on, but Kiyoharu spoke first, "If you're cold, come here."

Seeing Kiyoharu open his arms, Shimaura Hitomi hesitated only symbolically before saying thank you and happily leaning into him.

The moment she pressed against Kiyoharu's chest, his hands naturally wrapped around her waist from behind, skillfully moving upwards.

The cashmere sweater that fit her body perfectly highlighted Shimaura Hitomi's figure. Speaking of which, Kiyoharu had always liked this type of petite yet voluptuous woman. He had a girlfriend with a similar build in his past life.

He recalled that when they had a falling out, his petite and voluptuous girlfriend had taken his right hand.

"Mmm, Senpai~" Kiyoharu's kneading caused Shimaura Hitomi to let out a seductive sound. "Do you like it here, Senpai?"

"I do." Kiyoharu brought his nose close to the back of Shimaura Hitomi's head, brushed aside her damp hair from their journey through the cave, and kissed the girl's soft neck.

Shimaura Hitomi's body stiffened as if electrocuted, then quickly heated up.

Senpai's embrace really does ward off the cold!

Perhaps it was the intense pleasure, combined with Kiyoharu's active teasing, that gave Shimaura Hitomi a sense of forbiddenness. She couldn't help but ask, "Senpai, do you usually do this with Airi at home too? Hers should be more... um..."

Is her pleasure or my pleasure more important?

Shimaura Hitomi was too embarrassed to finish her sentence, but Kiyoharu quickly waved his hand in annoyance, interrupting her. "Don't mention that Red-Eyed Devil."

His other hand continued its movements, still enjoying the full and soft presence.

R-Red-Eyed Devil?!

This was the first time Shimaura Hitomi had heard anyone refer to Airi that way. Usually, people praised Airi's red eyes as noble and beautiful, never associating them with devils. Moreover, the term reminded Shimaura Hitomi of the red-eyed fruit flies she learned about in high school biology, which struck her as somewhat amusing.

More importantly, Kiyoharu's annoyed and mocking tone clearly indicated his strong feelings about Airi.

She remembered Kitahara Ayano's words from earlier, asking her to bring warmth to the struggling married man. And from Kiyoharu's inner thoughts in the dream, it seemed there were indeed some issues between him and Airi.

With this in mind, Shimaura Hitomi grew bolder and snuggled closer into Kiyoharu's embrace, murmuring, "If you have any unpleasant things in your daily life, Senpai, you can tell me. After all, you help me so much at school, I should share your burdens."

As she spoke, Shimaura Hitomi took Kiyoharu's hand and guided it towards her chest, signaling him to apply more pressure.

She was no longer satisfied with gentle teasing.

Kiyoharu felt like he was about to cry. Look at this little angel who appeared out of nowhere. I've been taking so much grief from the Young Lady daily that my subconscious is already imagining a Shimaura Hitomi plus in an angelic form.

It's a bit perverted, but it's actually a good thing. If I can enter such lucid dreams frequently, Kiyoharu will have someone to confide in, and a risk-free one at that.

The Red-Eyed Devil can't exactly come into my dreams to arrest me, can she?

Kiyoharu skillfully worked his magic, and soon, Shimaura Hitomi's eyes became misty. Her thighs instinctively tightened and then relaxed, her body wriggling restlessly in Kiyoharu's arms.

Seizing the opportunity, Kiyoharu cupped her cheek and lowered his head to kiss her.

Some say people cannot imagine things they have never experienced. However, Kiyoharu felt that Shimaura Hitomi's soft and tender lips in reality were no different.

After a long moment, their lips parted.

A crystal-clear thread of saliva reflected the orange glow of the hearth, illuminating the girl's flushed cheeks.

Shimaura Hitomi's hands rested on Kiyoharu's shoulders, her body collapsing onto his chest, breathing heavily. She was like a well-behaved puppy that had just played fetch with its owner.

"Do you like it?"

"Mmm... I like it..."

She liked it more than just liked it; Shimaura Hitomi felt so happy she could turn into a cloud in the sky.

Senpai is so good at this. Did he hone his skills on Airi-neechan?

But his relationship with Airi-neechan doesn't seem good right now. Instead, he's being handsy with me in this dream where he can do whatever he wants. Hmm...

Shimaura Hitomi thought of the saying, "One sows, another reaps."

Just as she was thinking of asking for more, her vision spun, and the next moment, Shimaura Hitomi woke up in the bedroom of her rented apartment.

The moon and stars were sparse outside the window, and the desolate cry of crows could be heard in the distance.

It took Shimaura Hitomi a while to calm herself. She suddenly grabbed her phone and composed a message to Kitahara Ayano.

[Ayano-chan, I will fulfill your request and try to seduce Senpai to provide you with creative material. Please, please keep it a secret and don't tell the Young Lady. I beg you!]

Putting aside the predicament of being controlled, Ayano's suggestion wasn't bad. With her help, Shimaura Hitomi would have more opportunities to steal Kiyoharu's advanced catalysts.

The prerequisite was that Ayano could truly keep it a secret from Airi.

The mere thought of being discovered by Airi sent Shimaura Hitomi into a shiver. She was just a minor character. With her incredibly ordinary family background, she couldn't possibly withstand the Young Lady's wrath.

In the bustling Shibuya district, on the top floor of a high-end apartment, Kitahara Ayano curled up on an office chair, hugging her knees as she sketched on her digital tablet.

Her phone chimed, and she glanced at it, nodding with satisfaction. Her gaze then shifted to the monitor, where a scene depicted the male protagonist in an intimate moment with a busty female character.

Clearly.

She couldn't use herself as a model for this scene. She herself was fashionable and possessed a perfectly proportioned B-cup, whereas Shimaura Hitomi was practically born to be the prototype for a busty manga character.

After finishing several panels, Ayano nodded contentedly. As she got up to take a break, she checked her social media feed.

Seeing the post about Kiyoharu washing Airi's feet, Ayano let out a laugh. Was he intentionally showing her his harmonious family life?

It was a bit too much.

However, Kiyoharu-kun's views were indeed different from those of most stuffy Todai graduates.

What ordinary man would wash his fiancée's feet and then brag about it on Twitter?

Kiyoharu seemed completely unconcerned with others' opinions, just like when he had insisted on becoming a teacher against all odds, which many in high society had deemed unambitious.

Later, his teaching results were outstanding, and he was even hired by many prestigious families to tutor their children; that was a different matter altogether.

Ayano stared at the blurred image of the foot-washing basin for a while. She then put on a pair of white over-the-knee stockings, struck a seductive pose, found the right angle, and took a close-up shot of her feet, sending it to Kiyoharu.

[A pair of jade feet that can unlock more functions—for the foot fetishist Kiyoharu-kun]

In this regard, she was confident she wouldn't lose to Airi.