In the world of dreams, there was no shortage of things, but rooms were absolutely everywhere.
Sylvia followed the stairs down and randomly picked an empty room to enter.
"Ouch—!"
Sparkle was tossed onto the soft bed by Sylvia, putting on a show of being 'bullied.'
The red string tied around her calf had come loose sometime, causing the sandal that was barely hanging from her toes to fall to the side.
It revealed delicate, petite feet.
And those fair, flawless legs.
Sparkle's skirt wasn't exactly short, but the slit was incredibly high.
As she lay there on her back, knees slightly bent, the red fabric slipped down from her thighs, revealing the incredibly alluring upper part of her legs.
And the red string tied around her thigh was even more captivating.
The string left faint indentations on the soft flesh of her thigh, making one can't help but imagine just how soft the inner part of her thigh must be.
Sparkle, without a word, stared at the dazed Sylvia and secretly tried to make a run for it.
Too bad for her, Sylvia flipped over in an instant, grabbed Sparkle by the shoulder, and pinned her down on the bed.
Sylvia straddled Sparkle's thighs, looking down at her from above.
Her long hair scattered across the pristine white bedspread, and her red lapels seemed to have loosened a bit from Sylvia's movements as well.
"Mm... you're hurting me."
Sparkle put on a pained expression, her eyes carrying a hint of grievance as she looked up at Sylvia pitifully.
But Sylvia remained unmoved.
Instead, she slammed one hand down beside Sparkle's head with a smack, leaning in seriously to ask:
"Sparkle, what else do you know? Why does it seem like you knew about Gallagher, knew about the Dreamflux Reef, and even knew I would end up here long before it happened?"
"The little white-haired one really is a meanie, asking someone questions so roughly."
"Because if I asked you normally, I'd never get a straight answer, right?"
"Hehe~ Little white hair just doesn't trust me at all, you know. I swear I haven't told you a single lie~"
Sparkle didn't show a trace of fear or worry on her face, but since things had come this far, Sylvia wasn't about to let her off.
Seeing Sparkle not only keep up her tough attitude, but even flash her an infuriating smirk, Sylvia decided not to hold back anymore.
With a flick of her wrist, she produced a bottle of massage oil she'd prepared long ago.
In the real world, she'd have to wait for delivery, but in a dream, gathering materials was way more efficient.
Seeing the curious look on Sparkle's face, Sylvia smiled, pulled off the cap with a pop, and poured the oil onto Sparkle's shoulders and chest.
"This is specially prepared just for you, you know~ It'll maximize the effects of the massage. Hope you like it, Miss Sparkle~"
"Eh?"
Sparkle was clearly stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened as she pressed for answers:
"The effects of that massage can be increased?!"
"Hehehe—This is a special oil blend made just for you, you see. Today it's in a dream, but next time... hehehe!!"
A slightly weird laugh accidentally slipped out.
"Wait—h-hey, mmph... no, aah—!"
Jingle—
Sparkle's eyes widened as if she wanted to refuse, but Sylvia, cackling mischievously, went all out from the very beginning!
She didn't even give Sparkle a chance to finish a plea for mercy.
A strange, intense sensation, tingling and numbing like an electric current, spread rapidly from her shoulders to her chest.
It made Sparkle's whole body tremble, and even the little bell on her neck began to ring out in a rapid, urgent jingle.
Her later words were completely stuck in her throat.
The legs pinned under Sylvia struggled and twisted constantly.
But in the end, they all dissolved into limp, powerless spasms and twitches.
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Before she knew it.
Sparkle's tightly cinched sash had come undone sometime too.
Her neatly closed lapels were now completely disheveled and loose.
"Ha... ha... mm..."
Whether it was from the oil or the fragrant sweat seeping out, Sparkle gasped for air. Her skin, under the lamplight, reflected a glossy, slick sheen.
Her usually sharp eyes had softened and become almost cute, and the tears welling in their corners added an extra layer of delicate vulnerability to Sparkle's appearance.
Jingle... jingle...
Accompanying Sparkle's occasional shudders and the rise and fall of her chest, the sound of the bell also rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern.
Sparkle realized she had miscalculated again.
Last time, she thought that was Sylvia's limit.
But she never imagined there could be something even more terrifying!
What was up with that massage oil?
Why hadn't the technique changed at all, yet the sensation on her body was so much more intense than last time?
Sparkle had wanted to surrender midway through.
She could admit defeat after a little setback.
But she simply couldn't form a complete sentence. Every time she tried to speak, Sylvia seemed to think she was still putting up resistance and would launch another fierce assault.
Leaving Sparkle no chance to spill the information Sylvia wanted.
And now, Sylvia finally seemed to have finished her massage, finally giving Sparkle a moment to catch her breath.
Sylvia was no longer on top of her, restricting her movements.
Because sometime during the process, Sparkle seemed to have given up any thought of resistance.
Looking at Sparkle staring at her with that pitiful, pleading look, Sylvia flashed a smile:
"Hehehe—Don't rush, we're not done yet."
"?!?!"
Ignoring Sparkle's wide-eyed stare, Sylvia reached out, flipped Sparkle over, and made her lie face down on the bed.
"Wait, mmph—!!"
Sparkle struggled weakly, like a fish out of water, as if trying to stop Sylvia from continuing.
But soon, before she could utter even a single word, her protests were silenced again.
All she could do was bury her face in the pillow, letting out muffled gasps.
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A long while later.
"Whew—Done!"
Sylvia raised a hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Although she felt like some weird laughter might have slipped out in the middle, since this was the first time she'd gone all out, unrestrained, and given a massage without holding back, and not considering the guest's experience, for Sylvia herself, it was a thoroughly satisfying and invigorating massage session.
Sylvia glanced at Sparkle, who was completely limp on the bed, motionless, clothes in disarray, with only her chest rising and falling.
"So, are you willing to talk now? Otherwise... I'll have to use my special privilege and locate your room in the real world, you know."
"Mmph..."
Sparkle pouted, staring at Sylvia with tear-filled eyes.
Letting out a whimper that didn't suit Sparkle's character at all.
"I... I was going to tell you halfway through!! You... you jerk! You just wanted to toy with me—you didn't listen to a word I said!"
"Did I?"
Sylvia blinked. Was this pitiful, completely defeated, and self-abandoned Sparkle really the same person?
"Yes, you did! And your laugh got all sinister halfway through!"
"Illusion, it's all in your head!"
Sylvia asserted firmly and righteously.
And proactively ended that topic:
"Stop changing the subject—just answer my question—"
"Mmph... Fine, fine, I'll talk!"
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