From her words, I assumed that this house had at least two floors, and there were at least two people in my family. I told the woman in front of me that I was going to have breakfast.
The maid (temporary name) seemed flustered, but she told me, "Um, when you change from your nightwear, please come downstairs," and then quickly left the room.
If I don't wake up from this dream soon, will there be another chance to meet? This 'dream' seems unusually long in the first place.
I rummaged through the drawers of the room and found neatly arranged clothes. In my original world, I would just throw them haphazardly into the dresser, so I was slightly impressed.
In the original world, the clothes and everything else seem unchanged. Perhaps it's because all the clothes are long-sleeved and long pants with no skin exposure, and the date displayed on the digital alarm clock is in March.
At this moment, the displayed date is the day after the day I fell asleep in the original world. Even if it's a dream, maybe I'm still carrying the sense of the original world.
I selected a light and thin Long-sleeved shirt and pants and made my way downstairs. In front of me, there was a washroom, so I washed my hands and face, checked my appearance again before heading towards the direction with the lights on.
The bright areas turned out to be the living room and dining area. It felt pretty spacious and remarkably clean. And at the same time, in the dining room, there was a prepared meal on the table.
At the dining table with four chairs, there was a mouth-watering breakfast with soup and three side dishes arranged at the table. It was probably prepared by the maid earlier.
The warm miso soup and freshly made grilled mackerel stimulated my appetite just by looking at them. Come to think of it, Come to think of it, I had grown tired of cooking and lately have been resorting to devouring ready-made bento boxes and deli items. I couldn't even taste the flavors much; I was just replenishing calories.
As I contemplated whether it was my psychological state that desired warmth from others in dreams, the woman's voice that I didn't know was heard.
"Good morning, Shun-kun."
I raised my head, and there was a woman who appeared to be my mother, presumably. However, she was completely different from my real mother.
She looked to be in her early thirties, but undeniably beautiful. Her curled long hair and thick lips gave off a model featured in middle-aged women's magazines vibe.
'Could she really be my mother?' I was slightly surprised, and then another new voice reached my ears.
"Ah, Shun-nii, good morning!"
That voice was filled with youthfulness and cuteness. Startled, I turned my gaze in that direction and saw a girl about 160 cm tall, smiling at me.
She had long hair tied in a side ponytail, big eyes, small lips, and flawless skin that exuded extreme femininity. Her brightness was so overwhelming that one could imagine that she was that popular girl in class.
Her name was Yuki, a woman who was most likely my little sister. Truly, she didn't give off the impression of an older sister or an aunt.
"...Good morning, both of you. Um, sorry for making you wait," I replied with a small hint of nervousness in my voice, observing their reactions. I didn't know the nature of their relationship or how close they were, and I couldn't bring myself to speak informally to women.
Sometimes, I find myself desiring to get along with women. However, even while entertaining such thoughts, my weak and oh-so vulnerable heart causes me to keep my distance from them, as you can probably already tell, my past experiences with women had not been all that pleasant...
"Eh, Shun-kun?"
"...Shun-nii said good morning..."
Both of them reacted similarly to the maid from earlier. I began to feel my anxiety increasing about what kind of reactions I had normally given them before and whether I responded correctly.
"it's been so long since you returned my greeting properly..."
"Hehe, Shun-nii said good morning to me."
Yuki-san, on the other hand, murmured softly, as if she had received a favor from her favorite idol. In the realm of dreams or not, it lacked any sense of reality that a beauty like her would flutter just by being greeted by me.
Do these two hold any hostility towards me or something? Is this some kind of setup in this household that I'm being treated like this? I calmly continue to eat as my thoughts continue to run rampant.
The conversation during that time mainly revolved around topics like Shun-kun's upcoming entrance ceremony, concerns about attending a co-ed school, and advice to rest today for the sake of my well-being. Both of them smiled warmly as they watched me eat.
However, being a boy who is worried about attending a co-ed school must mean that I am quite weak. Or perhaps I've experienced bullying from girls in the past.
I had experienced bullying from classmates in reality, especially during my middle school days, a period I prefer not to recall. As a result, I became uncomfortable with communicating with girls, and from then on, my conversations with women were limited to the bare minimum.
However, I was what you would call a "perverted introvert." So, I would often get excited when I saw a woman's breasts or buttocks while engaging in minimal communication. Due to these actions, my discomfort with communication with women worsened, and in the end, I became a disgusting failure indulging only in delusions.
Engaging in trivial and irrelevant reminiscences, I finished breakfast and returned to my room. Although there was a suggestion from the two to spend time together in the living room, I lacked the confidence to engage in conversation with women.
In response to me shaking them off, my mother said, "I'll be in the living room for a while," and after silently nodding, I returned to my room on the second floor.
In reality, there were a few things I wanted to do. I wanted to explore the norms of this 'dream' world by conducting some research just to sate my curiosity, so I turned on my laptop and began searching. I did have some doubts about whether it was too early for a high school student to have a personal laptop, but I proceeded with the search nonetheless.