Chapter 70: Nightmares Enter Dreams
Night fell over the entire Shalin City.
Due to the Great Benefactor’s information blockade, the entire city felt not a trace of fear at the impending shadows.
Jima monopolized the spacious double bed, lying in a starfish position, her limbs sinking into the soft quilt.
In the room, the only source of light came from a candlestick on the desk. The candlelight cast a faint glow on George’s neck and shoulders as he raised his hand and tossed another crumpled piece of paper, which bounced off the overflowing trash can and rolled across the floor to join the other paper balls.
The inexperienced young man was still pondering how to properly write a letter to the glamorous Fulis.
Jima rubbed her pillow, preparing to fall asleep.
“Jima,” George’s voice broke the silence, “can you help me? Should I just say we’re looking for someone named New Delhi to discuss the slave contract? Or should we find a master who is familiar with slave contracts?”
“Doesn’t matter, what’s the difference?”
Jima opened her mouth wide, intentionally yawning dramatically, pretending to be confused.
“I’ve realized they have started to suspect my identity. If I don’t hide my intentions, do you think they’ll discover my true identity? After all, coming all the way to Shalin City just to dissolve a slave contract is rather strange and likely to attract suspicion.”
“Then just make up a story,” Jima yawned, casually suggesting, “Just say I’m actually a grand princess of the Daralasi Empire, cursed by a witch or something, and made a slave contract with a loyal knight. To avoid getting killed by the emperor, you brought me here secretly to dissolve the contract.”
George was silent for a moment before saying:
“That’s too exaggerated, and I can’t lie. Shouldn’t I be more indirect? First, I could familiarize myself with a master skilled in slave contracts in Shalin City and then look for an opportunity to coerce one into doing our bidding?”
Jima’s clear voice did not respond.
George waited for a while, then turned his head. He saw Jima quietly lying on her side in bed, having fallen asleep at some point.
Jima had an awful sleeping posture. She was hugging her thin blanket, one white, delicate leg extending from beneath her sleeping gown, lying over the quilt and exposed to the air.
George stood up and slowly approached Jima on the bed.
Her fair tail was longer than before, softly resting on the thick red silk sheets, curling slightly. The smooth skin of her shoulders was exposed, and the candlelight cast a gentle glow over her jade-like shoulders, neck, and face.
Her smooth horns had fully grown, pressing into the soft pillow.
So beautiful, but too bad she was a succubus.
George averted his gaze from Jima’s tail. He bent down gently to pull the thin blanket away from Jima’s legs and cover her properly.
However, her tail was still exposed. George lightly grasped the cool tail and tucked it back under the quilt.
The tail suddenly moved, brushing against the smooth silk sheets with a rustling sound, before retracting beneath the quilt.
Seeing that Jima didn’t wake up, George breathed a sigh of relief. He turned and walked back to the desk, continuing to ponder deeply.
Jima’s long eyelashes slightly fluttered open, her clear golden eyes reflecting George’s silhouette.
She noticed wisps of faint peach-colored smoke rising from George, that was “lust.”
Heh, a perverted tail lover.
The corners of her mouth curled up in disdain, and she lightly inhaled.
The peach-colored smoke was pulled in by an invisible force into her nostrils.
Consider it a small midnight snack, enough to soothe her hunger.
Jima closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Everything around her fell utterly silent. It felt as though the bed suddenly plummeted from the clouds, and a sense of weightlessness washed over Jima.
Fortunately, it didn’t last long. The sensation of weightlessness vanished.
Jima felt an unprecedented clarity in her mind and opened her eyes. She saw a blurry wardrobe in black and white. Sitting up, she was surprised not to see George’s figure in the room.
This meant he hadn’t gone to sleep yet.
So late, and he was still thinking about how to write the letter?
It seemed his thirst for power was on par with hers.
Jima thought to herself as she rounded the desk and gently pushed open the window. She stepped onto the window frame, gripping the window, leaning out.
Below, the streets and waterways came into view.
She couldn’t help but stare at the ground, often recalling the terrifying pain of falling.
Why has my acrophobia gotten worse?
She suppressed her fear, tilted her head back, applied force with her feet, leapt from the window, and unfurled her wings, flying gracefully into the sky.
Flying high, she looked down at Shalin City. At that moment, she felt no fear because she could soar.
Shalin City seemed shrouded in a gray haze, the outlines of buildings blurred, depicted only in black and white. Inside the buildings were dreams, thick or sparse like glowing clumps of cotton.
Jima looked around, feeling a bit lost.
It was her first time using a dream seed and she didn’t know how to employ it. This wasn’t a game where pressing a few buttons activated abilities.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on her senses.
Ancient ancestral memories surged in her mind, and a feeling sharpened. It was like feeling her own hand with her eyes closed. Jima sensed two points in the distance.
She infused magic power into those two points, just as easily as raising her index finger with her eyes shut.
When Jima opened her eyes again, two distant dark points emerged above Shalin City, exuding black smoke and exceptionally eye-catching.
One dark point was in the noble district at the center of Shalin City. Jima stared at the dark point which immediately magnified, filling most of her view, forming a black curtain, and within it appeared images from a dream.
She saw Chamberlain, his face filled with rage, sitting at a banquet table facing a Fulis who was even more hideous than in reality.
The Fulis mocked, “Erectile dysfunction man, a candlelight man who can’t make even a maid climax.”
Chamberlain surged forward, raising his fist and punching the Fulis’s soft face, sending him rolling to the ground in anguish.
If a maid is useless, you can donate her to me.
At this thought, Jima willed the black curtain to shrink back to a point.
Previously, Jima had planted the dream seeds on Chamberlain and the Fulis.
To investigate what that damned Great Benefactor had done to her precious treasury—how far he had gone in his thievery.
Tonight, she planned to enter the dreams of the two.
She flapped her wings, focusing her attention on the dark point of Chamberlain. The dark point was pulling her, and with just a thought, she could leap into Chamberlain’s dream.
But this wasn’t free; it required magic power.
Jima felt her magic was running low. She quickly opened the “Personal Information System” to check her consumption and calculated that with her current magic reserve, she could only enter one person’s dream.
Walking within a dream also consumed magic, and time was limited.
Jima turned her head to look at the dark point in the outskirts.
She should be residing in a manor out there.
Jima focused on the four-hundred-pound dark point; it swelled, and a powerful pull seized her.
Instinctively, Jima extended her wings, seeing the scenery below rush away, becoming unclear. Soon, she passed through walls, and the blurred scenery became clear.
She first observed her surroundings.
It was a wide room with three huge windows. The curtains hanging above, although indistinct, displayed blurred patterns, certainly not cheap.
The room was richly decorated. Crystal chandeliers, carved furniture, tapestries covering the walls, reliefs… it presented an overwhelming sense of where to look.
Jima felt her eyes grow tired; she preferred a minimalist style.
In the room, there was a large bed. It was so big that if it weren’t for the bed canopy, she would have thought it was a trampoline.
After surveying the entire room, she clicked her tongue.
“Just as rumored, so wealthy. Only wealth can do more. I’m kind enough to set up the inexperienced guy with such a wealthy Cinderella.”
Then, she searched for the four-hundred-pound Cinderella, looking towards the big bed.
On the bed were two bright, cotton-like dreams. A prominent dark point was nestled between them.
Jima walked up to the first dream, reaching out. She saw a man; it was a man’s nightmare, filled with rolling flesh. At first glance, it looked like a first-person perspective of a sumo wrestler.
She giggled:
“So meaty. Soft to the touch, and no need to buy a cat; it can double as a pillow. The inexperienced guy will definitely love this.”
She reached for the second dream, thinking: this should be the four-hundred-pound Cinderella’s dream, right?
However, the second dream was still a man’s nightmare. In it, a man was climbing a snowy mountain, chased by an avalanche, with the white snow burying him.
“Well-maintained, so pristine. As the saying goes, ‘a white complexion hides a multitude of flaws’, what a deal for the inexperienced guy.”
As Jima spoke, she eagerly pulled her hand from the nightmare. Looking left and right, she did not find a third dream, but the dark point was there, indicating the four-hundred-pounder was in this room.
Could it be she hadn’t fallen asleep yet? Just like George?
Jima clapped her hands and muttered to herself:
“With such similar schedules, no one in the world is more suited for the inexperienced guy than you.”
Only unfortunately, she’d have to fly back slowly, take a rest, and only enter the dream once the four-hundred-pounder was asleep.
What a hassle.
As Jima approached the window, ready to push it open, the third and fourth dreams appeared on the bed in succession.
4P? Ah, no, starting with 4P.
Jima turned around to see a dream emerging beneath the dark point.
She sighed and pretended to be serious:
“I suppose you fell in love at first sight during the day but were not meant to be. You can only vent your love at night.”
“But you’re lucky to have met me; I’ll give you the drive to pursue love.”
“A seasoned Cinderella is just perfect for the inexperienced guy; it’s truly a match made in heaven.”
“Go bravely in pursuit of love, young woman!”
After Jima finished speaking, she couldn’t help but giggle, striding towards the big bed.
The dream beneath the dark point was farthest apart from the other dreams, making one wonder how large the surface area would be when the four-hundred-pounder lay down.
She reached out to touch the murky dream.
In the dream, there was nothing but a hazy white mist, suffused with pink desire. Jima’s eyes sharpened as she visualized the four-hundred-pounder’s wide and drooping fat face.
No doubt about it, it was the four-hundred-pounder.
Jima fell entirely into the dream. The dream was empty; not everyone has a clear dream every night.
Thinking for a moment, she raised her hand to twist the dream with her thoughts. But she faced resistance; her hands faltered, the resistance wasn’t strong, and she easily broke through the four-hundred-pounder’s weak psyche.
The resistance on her hands disappeared, and her thoughts materialized within the dream.
