A modest, yet stylish, detached villa.
From a bird's-eye view, slowly descending, the scene zoomed in, revealing the interior of the room through a half-open window.
A beautiful woman with her hair tied in a ponytail, draped over her chest, was gently shaking her daughter, who appeared to be sleeping in bed.
Kasumigaoka Utaha could faintly hear someone calling her. The voice came from a distance, unclear.
"Utaha… Utaha!" Seeing that her calls weren't working, the beautiful woman, now worried, raised her voice.
This time, Kasumigaoka Utaha finally responded, slowly opening her eyes.
The woman, relieved, patted her chest as her worried expression faded.
"Phew—You scared me. You said you were taking a nap at noon, but you slept until now."
"Are you pushing yourself too hard with both studying and writing novels? If it's too much, you should consider dropping one for a while."
Kasumigaoka Utaha showed a pained expression, pressing her fingers against her temple as she slowly got up.
Utaha's actions made her mother tense up again.
"Utaha, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her head.
"No... I'm fine... But, Mom."
"Hmm?"
"You look so young..."
"Huh? What are you talking about, you silly child? Did you sleep too long and get confused?" Her mom was amused.
She patted her daughter's head to make sure she wasn't running a fever, then turned and left the room, relieved.
"Since you're awake, come down and have breakfast."
After her mother left, Kasumigaoka Utaha's troubled expression did not improve at all.
She began to remember the dream she had just had.
In the dream, she encountered a boy in middle school. Years later, they unexpectedly met again.
An inexplicable connection formed between them, and they went through various experiences together.
For example, she was coerced into doing many things that made her blush just thinking about them.
For another example, the story suddenly took a pure love turn.
The boy comforted her when she was sad and lost, and she agreed to date him in college. Eventually, they walked together into marriage.
There were many, many things besides that.
The details of married life, the joy of seeing their child born, and realizing that everything before was a lie.
After her death, from a god's-eye view, she saw that the person chose to take sleeping pills and die with her on the day their daughter graduated from college, many years later.
And so on, and so forth...
Hiss–
Kasumigaoka Utaha experienced a slight throbbing pain in her head from trying too hard to recall the dream.
However, she had indeed managed to remember the most important part.
"...Chisato, Suzumiya Chisato." Kasumigaoka Utaha muttered the name softly, showing a thoughtful expression.
The memories in her head, which seemed to have been forcefully inserted, were both chaotic and clear.
It felt less like a dream and more like a rapid, lived experience.
There were many aspects that puzzled her.
First, the realism—it was too real.
Normally, when someone wakes from a dream, they quickly forget it. But now, it felt as if she had truly lived through it, with most details vividly imprinted in her mind.
Second, why did she suddenly have such a dream?
The main character in the dream was someone she didn't know at all. This couldn't be explained by the "you dream about what you think about" theory.
Third, and most frustratingly, why was her intelligence so diminished in the dream?
That person, Suzumiya Chisato, had coerced her with a few words and easily obtained her most precious body.
In the second round of the dream, she even ended up marrying that person and had a daughter with him.
Okay, though the daughter was indeed cute and there were sweet memories from the dating and married life, it still felt strange.
Why would a young girl dream of such things?!
She really couldn't understand.
Kasumigaoka Utaha sat on the bed for a long time, thinking, until her mother's voice from downstairs broke her concentration.
When she finally got out of bed, the night breeze from the half-open window made her feel uneasy.
The sensation between her legs was clearly… Utaha's face turned red. Why did she feel so chilly?!
What was with that dream she just had? She had had embarrassing dreams before, but nothing like this!
It was...
It was almost like the amount a baby would wet their diaper!
"Utaha, hurry down for breakfast. The miso soup will get cold."
"Got it!" Kasumigaoka Utaha quickly locked her room door and changed into underwear by the wardrobe, feeling slightly relieved.
But soon, she realized another problem.
"The sheets... they're wet too." Utaha bit her lower lip in frustration and helplessness.
After all, at her age, she couldn't possibly explain such a situation to her mother.
She was also filled with doubt.
Were those clearly remembered things really just dreams?
…
The tip of his nose suddenly felt a bit sore, and after a couple of seconds of brewing, he sneezed.
The April weather was still a bit chilly with the night breeze.
Suzumiya Chisato ignored this minor interruption and was now trying to write a self-praising article using the talent he had just gained from Kasumigaoka Utaha.
Twenty minutes later, he stared in amazement at a full page of effortlessly flowing text, realizing how easy and smooth writing must be for that proud and beautiful senior.
With such talent, working in literature in the future should come effortlessly.
[Two simulation chances remaining. Kasumigaoka Utaha is in a binding state and can start a second round of the simulation or choose a new simulation subject.]
The recent simulation had consumed a lot of Suzumiya Chisato's energy, so he decided to take a bath and get some rest soon.
[It's very lonely to rest alone at night. It's strongly recommended that the host use the CG recall feature.]
[Set the activation time before falling asleep to seamlessly connect to the corresponding recall interface in your dreams, without affecting your normal rest.]
Is it really that convenient?
[Absolutely.]
Then tonight, let's experience an unforgettable "wedding night."
Kasumigaoka Utaha, wearing a white wedding dress and white thigh-high stockings, looked extremely irresistible.
[CG loaded—Wedding Night. Please set the start time.]
Midnight.
[Setting complete.]
Time for a bath, then straight to bed.
"I'm looking forward to it~"