When Naga came out of the library, he realized with frustration that it was probably as unrealistic as a dream for him to win over such a beautiful girl through normal means.
Although his greatest skill is dreaming, making dreams come true is clearly a skill from another field.
What's worse, from the time he became drowsy and eventually fell asleep until he woke up and left, apart from the initial glance he made when she looked up and met his eyes with her dark eyes, the girl named You Ai had been quietly reading the book the whole time. All he could see with all his might was a part of her alluring collarbone; he couldn't even see the edge of her cleavage.
In other words, he only had a vague but good impression of Ai's figure, and it didn't register in his mind at all, so it would be difficult for him to dream about her at night.
What an unlucky day! Maybe I should watch a horoscope show on TV and learn some ways to change my luck.
Naga sighed, bought a pack of the cheapest cigarettes from a roadside shop, and stuffed it into his pocket.
His parents had clearly become numb to his incompetence and simply placed all their hopes on his excellent and sensible younger brother, Naga. So when they heard about Naga's failed job interview, his mother simply nodded calmly without saying anything. His father continued to read the newspaper quietly, though his already slightly hunched back seemed to have become even more bent.
The guilt had long been blasted away by repeated failures. Naihe returned the suit to his father. Before the next job interview opportunity, he would inevitably have to live a life of going back and forth between the restaurant and the bedroom for a while.
After sending out a bunch of resumes online as usual, Naga began his daily entertainment—various forms of mental comfort parasitized by computers and the internet, such as chat games.
With his allowance from his parents dwindling, Naga hadn't bought a new game in a long time. Bored, he played through his old game from last month for the thirteenth time. Looking at the smug male protagonist surrounded by two women, each with a different expression but all very cute, in the ending screen, Naga yawned and decided to go to bed early.
In his current life, sleeping is actually the beginning of his happiness.
Lying on the soft bedding, Naga adjusted the position of his engorged penis inside his briefs, making sure it didn't rub too hard against the toilet paper during his erotic dreams, thus affecting the quality of his fantasies. Then, he closed his eyes and began to try to visualize Tabe Yui's appearance in his mind.
But this time it didn't go as smoothly as before. Sure enough, it was because he hadn't observed her properly. He couldn't imagine a matching naked body on Ai's beautiful and pure face. The only thing he could roughly guess was that the skin on her chest must be as white and delicate as the skin around her neck. At that youthful age, her breasts must be beautiful, upturned, and rounded, with delicate pink buds at the tips.
Naga frowned. Perhaps he couldn't find any other form of entertainment without venting his frustration from today's failed interview. So he turned to imagining the naked body of his competitor, Nami.
This wasn't actually too difficult, because he had secretly observed her for a long enough time during the day, and the woman was dressed quite provocatively.
Soon, amidst this compulsive repetition of memories, Naga drifted into the long-awaited dreamland.