For the next two days, Naga planned to travel to eastern Germany. Keiko, having already taken leave from school, naturally continued to act as the tour guide.
Using the excuse of wanting to witness the dark side of European society firsthand, the three of them, in an odd group of one man and two women, drove around Germany's red-light district in a rented car.
A drug-addicted male prostitute and a drunken pimp became the victims of the hunt over the past two days.
Naga hadn't originally planned to eat so frequently, but unfortunately, his initial choice was junk food that offered absolutely no nutritional value. The male prostitute bore almost no trace of dreams, and the energy Naga painstakingly extracted simply couldn't be gathered together. He hadn't even considered his future; his entire consciousness was solely focused on the pleasure brought by drugs.
Even if Naga hadn't devoured him, he wouldn't have been much different from a dead man.
The pimp surprised Naga somewhat.
In the world built upon his dreams, the guy woke up to find himself transported to the future, his timeline set in an era called Neumann Calendar 1329.
In that era, interstellar colonization had already fully commenced, and this time traveler quickly mastered the relevant knowledge with his astonishing learning ability. By chance, he met the daughter of the governor of Planet Antru 64, and after their marriage, he rose to become the executive officer of the 9527th Patrol Fleet of the Antru Nebula.
After that, this guy's life was a constant ebb and flow in the magnificent war. During his first expedition, he shouted to all his subordinates, just like a character in a novel, "My journey is to the stars and the sea."
It's unclear whether it was pure coincidence or if a pimp in Germany just happened to be a huge fan of Yoshiki Tanaka. The latter is more likely, otherwise Naga couldn't explain why this guy named himself "Reinhard Kircheis" after transmigrating, and also why, in this awful guy's world, his wife happened to be named "Anne Roger."
This pimp had far more energy than the average person, so Naga thoroughly enjoyed his meal. On the last day of the planned trip, having already eaten his fill, Naga canceled his plans to go out and spent the entire day in the spacious hotel room having a good time with Keiko and Hikaru.
Having emerged slightly from the shadow of love, Naga completely made up for the blow that the halfway point had dealt to Hikari. When the hotel brought up lunch at noon, Hikari, covered in sweat and lying on the bed, didn't even have the strength to cover herself with the blanket. The muscles in her legs didn't stop twitching excitedly until Naga had almost finished eating.
"Come work for our company after you graduate next year." Naga pulled a business card out of her purse and slipped it into Keiko's wallet.
Both of his female companions were so exhausted from his ministrations that they couldn't get out of bed, yet he remained energetic, seemingly unaffected by the three ejaculations.
"Oh my god... I've never seen a man as strong as you. I can't wait to graduate..." Keiko lay on the edge of the bed, her sweaty buttocks still trembling slightly from the afterglow of pleasure.
But no matter how reluctant we are, the time to say goodbye will eventually come.
"Consider this my deposit for hiring you. I'll remember to reserve a spot for you as a translator and assistant." With that, Naga kissed Keiko's fair hand and walked into the airport terminal, radiating light.
Back in Tokyo, Naga quickly threw herself into the backlog of work. Yu had returned to the personnel department and was now working as a full-time assistant under Manager Kuroki. Preparations for Hikaru's debut were in full swing; after confirming that a different stage name wasn't necessary, the name Suzuki Hikaru was quickly added to the schedule. Meanwhile, Yui, who had already set an engagement date, remained at the company and hadn't submitted any resignation.
No matter how much you try to avoid it, you'll always have to get a ride home after get off work.
Even though she tried hard not to look, Naga still noticed the small, delicate engagement ring on the ring finger of her left hand, which, like Ai's joyful eyes, sparkled with a bright light.
"Have you had a good time these past few days?" Naga asked casually, gripping the steering wheel.
Ai's cheerful tone almost spoke volumes: "Yeah, I feel like I've never been happier in my life than these past few days. Hoshino and I were both hesitant to call you. Finally, I told him I was going to get angry, and he agreed to let me know."
"Why didn't you tell me yourself?" Naga tried to keep her tone steady, but almost ran a red light.
"Hey, Mr. Strange, watch out ahead. Uh... I'm just feeling embarrassed. The thought of becoming family with you in the future makes me unsure how to start the conversation." Yui lowered her head shyly. "Becoming part of Mr. Strange's family would be almost as joyful as marrying Hoshina. I don't want Hoshina to see me like this, so embarrassed."
"Silly girl." He reached out and ruffled You'ai's hair. "After we get married, won't he be the one to see everything about you?"
Yui turned her head, nuzzled his hand like a kitten, and said with a grin, "No way. In Hoshina's eyes, I've always been a strong, independent, and brave girl, unlike how I am with Mr. Strange."
"Oh?" Naga raised an eyebrow curiously, and the car unconsciously slowed down.
Naga fell silent upon hearing what Ai said. The car sped through the crowded city streets, the surrounding scenery rushing past within the speed limit, until it stopped outside their home.
Soon, Yui will be moving out to the apartment that Hoshina rented or bought with a loan, where she will cook and clean for Hoshina and have children.
He shook his head, opened the car door, and asked in as casual a tone as possible, "By the way, Yui, I heard from Osawa that you haven't submitted your resignation letter?"
Yui closed the car door, nodding nervously. "I don't want to quit my job. I've discussed it with Hoshina. If Hoshina were to pay the apartment loan on her own, we'd have a hard time making ends meet. Besides, I've always wanted to be a shrewd and capable office lady. The salary here is so high; I'm planning to be a working housewife." She touched her bangs a little shyly, saying timidly, "Am I... being too greedy? Will I end up not doing either well?"
"If it's you, there won't be any problem." He wasn't very interested in continuing the conversation and walked straight out of the garage.
Yui followed behind him and suddenly asked, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Strange, did you say anything to Fujibayashi-nee?"
"What... do you mean?" He and Ashi had talked countless times, and he had no idea how to answer such a nonsensical question.
"I remember before you left, I felt like Sister Tenglin had erected a wall around me. But in the last two days since you left, she's suddenly become much more enthusiastic, constantly helping me with my engagement and wedding plans, which makes me feel quite embarrassed..."
"It's nothing, that's just who she is, you don't need to take it to heart." Naga gripped her briefcase tightly, vaguely understanding Ami's motives.
Sure enough, just as he was thinking this, Yui said from behind, "I should really thank Fujibayashi-nee. Hoshina said that if he hadn't run into her on the street and chatted with her for a bit, receiving some gentle encouragement, he wouldn't have had the courage to come find me."
"Then... you should thank her properly." Naga gritted her teeth, wanting to be angry, but found that she couldn't even find a reason to be angry.
Asami's behavior is easy to understand. After the last incident, it is clear that Naga has become one of the people she has her eye on. So, the existence of love naturally transforms Naga from a tool to provoke Miku into a rival who threatens her position.
So she dealt with Ai, this potential enemy, in the simplest and most direct way. And damn it, it was incredibly effective.
Unable to suppress his gloom, he opened the door to his house. Instead of a maid, Miku, wearing an apron, greeted him in the entryway. She smiled and took Naga's coat and briefcase, then embraced him warmly. Ignoring the fact that Yui was right next to him, she offered him her fiery lips.
Blushing, Yui nodded and whispered, "I'm back," before hurrying inside. The couple, separated for a short time, were left there, entwined in a passionate kiss.
"Welcome back." Miku said breathlessly, gently biting his lower lip.
"I'm back." Miraculously, Naga's mood instantly became relaxed and joyful. The fragrance of his wife's hair and the soft elasticity of her body made his anxiety disappear completely. "Is everything alright at home?"
Miku smiled and hung up his clothes, then bent down to take out slippers and placed them in front of him. She glanced at the clock on the wall and said with a smile, "It's only been seven hours and six minutes since you last called. What else can I say but that everything is fine?"
"That's good." He had only asked casually. He lowered his head and kissed his wife. Naga strode to the sofa and sat down. The feeling of home made him completely relax, and he became leisurely and lazy.
Those hardworking office workers who insist on partying in izakayas until late at night after get off work are probably afraid that such comfort will eliminate the tension they have to maintain.
"Where's Ami?" Naga couldn't help but ask when she still hadn't seen the other member of the family, even after the food was served.
"She said she's going back to that person's place for a few days." Miku still sounded awkward when she mentioned her father. She looked at Naga with some curiosity, leaned closer and whispered, "Has she done something to offend you recently? I really want to hear what she has to say about going to lay low now that you're back."
Naga shook her head helplessly. "No. Who knows what she's up to this time. Let's eat."
"Alright, let's get started."
This guy's really clever," Naga thought helplessly as he shoveled food into his mouth. He had actually been planning to teach Ami a lesson in bed that night, especially after Miku's sweet kiss had aroused his desire. Now, however, he felt an awkward emptiness, like raising a katana only to find the enemy had vanished using ninjutsu.
What's even more embarrassing is that his mind is now filled with pink, sensual bubbles, but the only person who can relieve his desires is damn not home!
He didn't want to touch the maids on duty; not only were they not attractive enough to entice him, but they could also easily cause unnecessary trouble.
It seems I'll just have to be patient. Stealing a glance at his wife, who was focused on eating, Naga began to wonder if he could possibly coax Miku into giving him oral sex tonight.
However, he overlooked the fact that pregnant women are particularly prone to fatigue. To welcome him back, Miku prepared dinner ingredients for the day, drew up his bath water, did a set of prenatal exercises, and then went to bed.
Perhaps Miku was originally planning to wait for him, because when Naga returned to the bedroom, she had an open novel on her chest.
He reluctantly and carefully pulled out the novel, quietly climbed onto the bed, stroked his bulging underwear, and turned off the bedside lamp.
Weightlessness is like a playful lover, always appearing abruptly when you least expect it.
However, he was full of expectations this time. After all, for him, fantasy and real sex were not much different. In fact, in terms of being able to freely manipulate the environment, it was even better than real life.
He hoped he had entered the dream of love. But after flying through layers of black fog, he discovered that the answer was completely different from what he had expected.
It is not a dream of love, nor an intrusion, but a spying.
All he could see was a dark street, the streetlights creaking and occasionally flashing, and thick clouds blocking the moonlight, making it difficult for him to see what was happening there.
However, he had already mastered the use of his power quite well, and soon he locked onto the owner of this dream.
He was a short man in his early twenties, wearing thick glasses and a cheap suit. He was so thin that he couldn't support his shoulders, making his whole outfit look as comical as a comedian's.
Who is this? What kind of eerie spying is this? Naga was full of questions, and her eager anticipation was completely dampened.
Just as he was about to leave this boring dream, he heard the sound of high heels clicking on the ground from the other end of the alley. He finally perked up a bit and quickly moved over.
The woman who walked over was probably in her thirties. She had a neat appearance and a capable look; business suits seemed made for people like her. She wore frameless glasses, and the eyes behind the lenses revealed a distinct indifference.
Who are these people? Naga was completely bewildered. He couldn't figure out what connection these two people had with him. Logically, the dream he was spying on shouldn't be completely unrelated to him.
What happened next finally piqued his interest to continue watching.
The short man peeked out, confirmed the visitor's identity, and slowly loosened his tie, took off his glasses, and placed them in a corner. He appeared very nervous, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead and nose.
He was clearly going to attack the woman.
Naga hovered in mid-air with great interest, wanting to see how this man planned to treat this woman in his dream.
He was also very curious about the reason; the man's eyes were filled with such blatant hatred that it seemed as if he were about to breathe fire.
Judging from their attire and demeanor, they really don't seem like a couple who have any connection.
In the blink of an eye, the woman had reached the alley entrance. Since it was a dream, there was no one else nearby.
As if he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind, the man rushed out quickly, and without hesitation, he grabbed the woman's neck with his tie and yanked her into the alley.
"Ugh..." The woman let out a miserable moan, clutching the tie around her neck as she struggled to be dragged into the darkness.
The tie tightened further, the gathered fabric slowly sinking into the soft neck. The woman's eyes began to roll upwards, saliva and tongue escaping her mouth, and between her legs, clad in expensive brown stockings, a wet stain of urine began to spread downwards.
Wow, Naga was a little excited by the sight. He rubbed his hands together, making the scene in the darkness clear only to him.
The man gripped both ends of the tie tightly with one hand, while the woman, choked and struggling to breathe, opened her mouth wide like a dying goldfish, barely managing to get enough air to sustain her life.
The attacker's preparations clearly went beyond that; he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed the woman's powerless hands together behind her back. Then, he tied the tie around her neck into a tight knot. The woman, her face already turning purple, had completely lost the ability to resist, only able to open her mouth wide and hiss, struggling with the simple act of breathing.
The background of the street darkened, transforming into an abandoned warehouse. In the center of the warehouse, there was a dilapidated long table. The man threw the woman he had captured onto it like a sow.
The man's face was completely numb. He unbuckled his belt and began to whip the woman on the table with the belt buckle.
The hard metal object swung down with the belt; this wasn't sadomasochism, but pure beating. Her waist, thighs, breasts, cheeks—everything was struck in an instant, her body contorted in pain, almost rolling off the table. The woman let out a soft, gurgling sound, as if trying to speak, but unable to utter a word.
Without the belt, the wide trousers slowly fell to his feet. The man glanced down at them, then took off his underwear as well.
His exposed, slender penis was not erect. He panted for a while, then walked to the table, took out a switchblade, and slashed the woman's clothes piece by piece.
The suit was torn to shreds in the blink of an eye. Not only that, the man showed no regard for the woman's body. As the parts of her clothes that were in the way were cut and torn, countless bright red bloodstains were left on the woman's skin.
After cutting open the woman's expensive camisole, he spat a thick phlegm viciously onto her dark brown vulva, spread it evenly with his finger, then climbed onto the table and used his fingers to guide his already erect penis inside.
Compared to the beating earlier, this rape was obviously easier for the woman to endure. She only trembled slightly before struggling to breathe and enduring the man's defilement.
More than lust, the rape seemed to be a ritual. The man pinched the woman's buttocks and thrust a dozen times before withdrawing his penis and smearing his sticky semen on her thighs.
He climbed off the table, slowly pulled his pants back up, and fastened his belt. Holding the switchblade, he spread the woman's buttocks.
The woman, struggling with the thin air, had no idea what was going to happen next. Even Naga, who had already witnessed the dark desires in her heart, couldn't help but frown.
The blade of the switchblade slowly pierced into the woman's genitals. Bright red blood immediately gushed from the center of her brown labia. The man did not stop; he continued to insert the blade deeper until his clenched hand was pressed tightly against her inner thigh. Only then did he forcefully twist his wrist.
The woman's body convulsed violently on the table, but her oxygen-deprived state prevented her from making any meaningful struggles.
The blade sliced open the delicate perineum, inserting itself, a bloody mess, into the anus. The man didn't stop there; the sharp edge cleaved the plump buttocks in two.
Seemingly having hit a bone, he switched to gripping the knife handle with both hands and began to cut into the bare back.
Naga was completely stunned. He watched the slaughter and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't want to watch anymore, but the cruel scene was like a magnet, drawing him in and making it impossible for him to leave.
Even when the woman's back was completely ripped open, she still had a faint breath. It wasn't until both of her breasts were cut off, and her beating heart could be vaguely seen through her blood-soaked ribs, that she finally stopped moving.
The woman was cut into dozens of pieces using that not-so-large switchblade. The man patiently sliced open her skin, tendons, and bones, bit by bit, and threw her into a large pot behind the warehouse.
This bizarre dream ended with the roaring fire burning under the cauldron.
The firelight was so intense, yet Naga felt a chill run through his body.