Chapter 92

For some reason, she felt that this wasn't the first time she had seen such a woman in her dreams.

From childhood... through high school, and even after she started working, she seemed to vaguely remember encountering such a woman in her dreams.

When you're feeling down, you hug or kiss yourself. And even as you grow up, sometimes you still want to do things that go too far.

This time, she seemed to be awake in her dream for the first time in a long time.

"It's so hot, I'm sweating... stay away from me..."

She said with a hint of annoyance.

But the woman didn't take her words to heart at all. Instead, she lowered her head and leaned close to Haihara's neck.

Suddenly, Haihara felt something soft lick her neck, followed by a wet and warm sensation. A woman's hair brushed against her skin, making her feel very uncomfortable.

The woman seems to be... licking her?

The woman gently licked Haihara's skin, tasting the tiny beads of sweat that had seeped from her in the cramped bed.

Then, the woman pursed her lips, leaned close to Haihara 'Haihara ear, and gently nibbled at it:

"Please don't say such cold things to me anymore... okay? I don't want to leave you again..."

The woman was speaking in strange, incomprehensible language.

Haihara's face became a little hot:

"... Then at least don't push your way in, I'm sweating."

After that, the woman seemed to obediently follow her instructions, moving a little to the other side of the bed, but still gently holding her hand and refusing to let go.

The two of them held hands for a while on the same bed, but Haihara found it a bit boring.

It was clearly a dream, yet nothing was done.

After a while, Haihara silent, gently tugging at the woman's hand and pulling her to lie on her side. She also slowly turned her face to look at the woman.

The two lay on the bed, heads touching, gazing at each other.

The woman's face was still unclear; it seemed it was all just a dream...

Soon, Haihara closed her eyes, and the woman couldn't help but lean forward and kiss Haihara's lips.

Swallowing, licking, rubbing... then came embracing and a long, tender moment. The two embraced in bed, and Haihara couldn't quite articulate what love he felt; he was simply not actively seeking the woman's warmth.

As sweat soaked the sheets, Haihara opened her eyes again.

The woman appears to be playing with her hair.

Those slender, pale fingers, almost translucent, were entwining with Haihara's black hair, wrapping it around their fingertips, and then bringing it close to their lips for a light sniff.

"Don't smell it, it's all sweat..."

Haihara said, embarrassed.

"It smells wonderful."

The woman kissed Haihara's slightly damp hair with great passion.

Suddenly, Haihara felt like she was a little more awake.

It's like suddenly realizing you're dreaming from a dream, and then the dream gradually fades away, and you return to reality.

The woman by the bedside is also gradually becoming unreal...

In the end, the woman touched her hair:

"It seems we'll be separated again for a while... I wish I could touch your hair when we get back."

To be honest, it's a little embarrassing.

Haihara isn't very good at handling such clumsy romantic lines.

She remembered that back in college, her effeminate ex-boyfriend would often say similar nonsensical things, which she found unbearable.

The surroundings gradually became blank, and light flooded her vision, waking her from her drowsiness, as if she had sunk into an even deeper, more hazy dream.

Her eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes, but she didn't see any woman. Although she was sweating as hot as in her dream, it seemed that she was the only one in the bed.

There was no woman's voice, no breath, only the morning light filtering through the curtains and the stifling heat.

Haihara shook her head, looking somewhat bewildered.

Was that just a dream...?

Chapter Twenty-Three: Dark Feather, Unstoppable!

Sunlight filtering through the curtains fell on Haihara's hair, giving it a slightly darker brown hue.

Her hair was still a bit messy when she woke up this morning... and it seems like it wasn't just her hair, the bed was also a mess this morning, even though she's usually not such a bad sleeper.

Today, she had a strange dream, and it was so vivid than ever before that she felt as if she were still immersed in it.

She groggily raised her head, rubbed her eyes, and then felt her back was soaked with sweat, and even a little cold now.

Haihara stared blankly for a moment, then looked down at the bed sheet and found it was almost entirely covered in sweat stains, probably from where she slept.

She became a little more lucid.

The sticky feeling all over her body made her very uncomfortable, and she knew she would definitely need to take a shower soon.

Did she sweat that much while sleeping last night?

But... she wasn't covered with a thick blanket last night, and it wasn't that hot. She's the type who doesn't sweat much, and she wasn't exercising, so why was she sweating so much while sleeping?

And... the dream I just had.

Haihara now a little more awake and has come to realize what kind of dream she had last night.

In my dream, it seemed to be with a woman...

Then, first thing in the morning, I was covered in sweat.

Although she lived alone, she still felt somewhat ashamed.

At such an advanced age, it's unbelievable that I still have those kinds of dreams.

Both the sheets and blankets need to be washed thoroughly.

Haihara touched her hair in slight annoyance.

I need to change my clothes too.

For some reason, the woman in my dream looked familiar, like I'd seen her somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place where.

Perhaps it's in the Witch's memories?

Perhaps it was because the Witch had a vague impression of that woman in her memories, so she inexplicably fantasized about that person when she went to sleep at night.

As Haihara thought to herself, she took off her clothes one by one.

However, not everything she dreamed about was waste.

After regaining some of her memories about Witch, she seemed to recall some knowledge that would be useful for her upcoming plans.

For example, how to get to R'lyeh from this world.

Aside from some special spells and the status of the Magic themselves, there are other ways to travel to R'lyeh that even ordinary people can use, usually the means by which apprentice Magic girls travel between the two worlds.

Although the method of travel that the Witch remembered might be from hundreds of years ago, there are still some clues that can be found.

Through those methods, she could take Dark Feather to R'lyeh and retrieve some of the things they needed.

Hmm...

That's what she said, but she herself had never actually been to R'lyeh, and the few memories she had were only from the Witch's memories.

Haihara wasn't sure what would happen once she got there.

Furthermore, while the Witch she transformed into by consuming Magic Crystal is indeed much stronger than the Magic girls of Maple Plain City, there are definitely Magic girls in R'lyeh who are even stronger than her.

Miss Roland alone is someone she cannot handle at her current level.

"--Bang..."

Just as she was thinking about random things, she suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object being dragged in the corridor outside.

Haihara's thoughts temporarily returned to reality.

Speaking of which, there have been various sounds of things being moved around in the room next door for the past two days, it sounds like they're moving furniture.

The landlady said that a new tenant would be moving in next door within the next couple of days.

It seems they've already moved in?

Should we say hello?

Haihara pondered... She wasn't the type to be good at getting along with her neighbors. She had lived here for a long time, and for a long period of time, she lived alone in this area.

Soon, there was a knock on the door.

Did the new neighbor come knocking on the door?

Although she wasn't sure, Haihara hadn't showered yet, which bothered her a bit. After thinking for a moment, she changed out of her tank top and went to open the door wearing a white shirt.

I wonder what kind of person my new neighbor will be.

This apartment is mostly inhabited by single, overworked office workers, as well as some people connected to Kaedehara High School.

Filled with a mixture of curiosity and curiosity, Haihara opened the door.

Good morning, oh...

Upon opening the door, standing in the doorway was a serene and beautiful girl with black hair, wearing a bow hair clip, a black shirt and black skirt, exuding an elegant and quiet demeanor.

She was a girl who was probably in high school.

Did you move to this area to attend Kaedehara High School?

The girl greeted her politely, and Haihara nodded indifferently.

"Hello."

The girl was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

Haihara didn't understand why the other person was reacting this way. Was it because she looked a little scary?

After a brief moment of surprise, the girl quickly shook her head and said somewhat apologetically:

"Excuse me, did I disturb your sleep?"

It was only then that Haihara realized she hadn't tidied her hair or clothes, and wasn't even wearing her glasses; she probably looked pretty terrible.

"No, he's already awake."

She used the same tone as before.

"I'm Kuroki Yuka, I just moved here, nice to meet you."

Kuroki Yuka bowed very politely.

"Haihara, you too."

It seems the two of them won't have much of a chance to cross paths in the future, which should save them some trouble.

Although Haihara's tone was somewhat cold, Kuroki Yuka still presented a gift as a gesture of greeting as neighbors.

It seems to be yokan (sweet bean jelly).

Haihara rarely eats things that are too sweet or cloying, but it does go quite well with tea, even though she almost never drinks tea herself.

After accepting the gift, she bowed slightly in gratitude.

"I will reciprocate later."

That was how the first greeting between neighbors ended.

Kuroki Yuka entered her house and quickly saw the not-so-spacious living room.

She put down her suitcase, picked up a broom and swept the dust off the floor. Although there were still some areas that hadn't been cleaned up, she already felt like relaxing, so she leaned back on the sofa she had just bought.

She gently rubbed her head against the rough sofa leather, blinking her eyes. In the empty living room, there was no sound except for her. Because she lived on a high floor, she could hardly hear even the sounds of cars outside.