The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting silver streaks across Rina's bare legs as she lay restless on her guest bed.
Her thighs rubbed gently beneath the sheets, chasing warmth that her blanket couldn't offer.
She twisted once.
Then again.
Why can't I sleep?
Her body was hot. Her breath shallow. Her lips tingled from the memory of the strawberry — from his lips brushing her fingers.
And when she finally drifted into sleep...
The dream began.
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The Dream
She stood in the kitchen wearing only a towel.
Steam clung to her skin, her curves glistening with moisture. The towel barely clung to her chest, threatening to fall with every breath.
Footsteps.
She turned.
Rikuto stood behind her — his gaze dark, intense, hungry. No shirt. Just low-slung pajama pants that did nothing to hide the dragon stirring underneath.
"Forgot your clothes?" he murmured.
Rina's mouth opened, but no words came.
She couldn't speak.
Couldn't move.
All she could do was tremble.
Then he stepped closer.
So close she could feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the faint musk of his skin — manly, addictive.
He reached out and tugged the towel loose.
It fell.
She gasped, hands instinctively flying up to cover herself — but he caught her wrists.
"No hiding," he whispered.
Her heart pounded. She was naked. Completely exposed.
But his eyes didn't judge.
They devoured.
He pulled her into his arms, and their lips met — not softly, not gently — but like fire meeting gasoline. His hands roamed her back, her hips, her soft behind. His mouth moved down her neck, biting, licking, branding her with every kiss.
"Do you want this?" he growled against her ear.
She whimpered. "Yes…"
He lifted her with ease and laid her across the warm countertop. Her legs parted instinctively, inviting him in. His fingers traced her folds — wet, needy, pulsing.
He teased her entrance with slow circles.
And when he slid a finger inside her slick cave, her body arched violently.
"A-Ahh—!"
His thumb danced over her little pearl, sending waves crashing through her.
She cried out, clinging to him.
But it wasn't enough.
Her dream-self was bold — starved.
She reached for the waistband of his pants and pulled them down.
The dragon sprung free — thick, heavy, already throbbing.
She bit her lip.
"Put it in…" she whispered.
He didn't make her wait.
He guided himself to her soaked folds and pressed in.
Slow.
Thick.
Stretching her walls open until her body sang with pleasure.
Her moans echoed off the dream walls as Rikuto began to move — slow thrusts that built in rhythm, crashing into her with each motion.
Her breasts bounced with every impact, nipples hard and aching for touch.
He bent down and took one into his mouth, sucking hard as his hips pounded into her slick heat.
"Rikuto—! M-more—!"
He flipped her around, bending her over the sink.
She looked back at him — cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes hazy.
And he entered her from behind, deeper this time.
Filling her completely.
His palm struck her rear — a loud slap echoing as she yelped in delight.
Her walls tightened.
Her body convulsed.
And then—
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Rina's Reality
She woke with a gasp.
Her body tensed.
The sheets beneath her soaked.
Her hand was buried between her thighs, still trembling.
Her heart raced.
And her lips whispered a name she swore she'd never say like that:
"…Rikuto…"
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> Target Affection Level: +12
"The dream was the seed. Now she'll crave the forbidden fruit."