Thank God, It's Not Bob

The voice called for me once again. It was still unclear, and my ears were buzzing. I opened my eyes leaving a short gap between my eyelids. My vision was blurry, but I could see a familiar curve I had imagined groping thousands of times. Leaning forward to me, as if luring me to fulfill my curiosity whether they would feel as soft as cotton like they did in my dreams. Well, I'm sure this was another dream, so with the strength returning to my hands, I reached for it.

My dream was quite realistic this time, I could hear a held back moan as I fondled the imagined squishy in front of me.

They were indeed soft, if only this was reality and I was really fondling a woman's bosom. Now that I think of it, the feeling seems familiar. Ah, it felt like Bob's. He was the closest definition of a family to me. A sore loser like yours truly. But, unlike me, he was fat. One time when we were teenagers, we were looking at models in a magazine, and Bob thought aloud if their breasts would feel the same as his. Gross, I know. Well, we were curious teens, so I did try to feel it. Bob asked me what I thought, but I couldn't answer at the time because I got no other reference to compare it to.

Wish the dude was still alive so I could tell him that based on this dream, his wasn't that far off from a woman's. That is if I am dreaming of touching a woman right now, and not Bob. Please God almighty, no. Oh, right. I also died, didn't I? Shit, is that you Bob?

You might be curious how he died. It was tragic. Please don't tell him that I said it but, Bob wasn't smart, may he rest in peace. He was like those GGPA fuckers from before, but dumber and far less aggressive. He once saw someone with an accessory tragus, which pertains to that small elevated thing around your friend's external ear that you badly wanted to touch, and Bob called it Bluetooth. It was one of the few times I almost died holding off my laughter because the guy was glaring at us, he has huge biceps and I didn't want to get pummeled. The worst thing was Bob had a confident smile and believed that he was correct, poor guy. If I didn't pull him and run away we both must've been beaten by that guy who was for sure one of those people who lived in a gym.

So, how'd he died? Well, he tried to set the world record of how much he could beat his meat and how many releases he could have in a single day. And he croaked in his fiftieth attempt. Tragic right? So, be sure to stop at forty-nine. 

For myself, I could do it once a day before reaching Nirvana. You know, that post nut clarity, when it feels like everything in the universe makes sense. The time when math is mathing, science is sciencing, and nature, well, naturing. It was when I felt like I could solve any mystery in the vast expanse of our universe. Of course I can't, but it just feels like that. 

It's also when the inner chad in me could deny the tenth request of that gorgeous and sexy woman in the university asking me to do her tasks for her. I don't know if women could feel the same, so if you're confused, ask the guy close to you. Maybe they don't know the slang term, post nut clarity, so you could explain it in the lines of, "Do you feel like your mind clears after ejaculation?" 

If they took a long time to answer and said no while looking confused, that's because they hadn't done it for a long time. Tell them to release that stress and reach Nirvana.

Again, where were we? Right, I was fondling this imaginary woman in front of me, while I decided to close my eyes to feel everything with my hands. 

But, I heard the person in front of me speak, "Y—young master, please stop already."

I missed Bob but, thank God. The voice sounded soft and high pitched. It almost felt like the one in front of me is one of those Japanese girls doing anime voices. Bob's was deep, so now I'm sure it wasn't him.

Then, her moan grew louder. It forced my eyes wide open. And I couldn't believe it but, standing beside my bed and leaning to me was a beautiful lady wearing the kind of attire servants wear in those cultivation manhua, manga, or manhwa. Damn it, let's just say comic books.

Anyway, this beautiful lady has long brown silky hair, her eyes were hazel, and her clothing was a combination of white and pink. What's more important is that she was an otherworldly beauty, if you will. Shit, I never thought that the time would come when my hate for cliché would turn to love. This was the best dream I'd ever had. I guess I should die more often.

I was still moving my hands, fondling, now staring at her pretty face that looks quite embarrassed. Her spotless cheeks appeared to be quite red than normal. And her hazel eyes tried to avoid mine every time they met. My grin and wide opened eyes should've creeped her out and slap me if this was reality.

"P—please stop already, young master. You should eat since you were asleep for days," she said.

Her voice was cute. It also made me have a read on her character. I guess that she's that shy, loyal, and stupid-cute kind of servant that would do whatever her master asks her to. 

With my manly voice, "I will stop if you jump on top of me," I said.

Her eyes grew wider for a second, then she tucked her luscious lips before muttering, "If you wish so, young master." She climbed up the bed and sat around my crotch. I could feel my morning wood have a morning wood himself when her buttocks touched my thing.

Ah. What a beautiful dream. Fuck, what if I wake up with a jizz-filled underwear? Oh, right. I died, didn't I? I guess I'd let death clean up after me.

I gulped, it was something I have never experienced before. A beautiful lady sitting around my crotch. And I could feel her underneath with my junior. It felt like the morning wood of my morning wood had its own morning wood. Goddamnit, if only all of these were real.

The beautiful lady cleared her throat and made some 'uhm,' noises.

"Can I go down now, young master?" she said. Her cheeks still blushing, eyes averting my gaze, as she tried to remain still and not move an inch. I guess she could feel my fully angered two and a half-inch monster knocking at the gates to heaven between her legs.

"I want you to pinch my cheeks," I said. Weird foreplay, I know. Fuck, can you give me some time to get familiar with this? I never had such a vivid sexual dream before, so shut up. I guess it's also instinctual as I also wanted to see if I'd wake up with a pinch. It's a double-edged experiment to see how much I could do and not wake up. Wait, where would I be if I woke up? Don't tell me I survived and was comatose in a hospital. Please pull the plug and let me remain in this dream.

With her small and smooth hand, the pretty woman followed my command. She pinched harder than I expected from someone with such delicate hands, I almost cried in the spot. But, I didn't wake up.

Wait a minute, granted that I am not in the great state of mind of post nut clarity, the math doesn't feel like its mathing even for a bit. Why does it feel like one plus one doesn't add to two? I died, and opened my eyes in this dream. But why do I get the feeling that it isn't one.

Still with a boner, I looked around. The room was oddly familiar. A table, a sliding door, a rug, and no other evidence that something from the modern world exists. Like the technology and current home designs, well, for my apartment, the cracked walls and the big spider I named Joan in the corner. But, I've seen this place a thousand times. Right, it's a typical house in the many manhwa or manhua that I've read. And it is as described in many cultivation novels I have also read.

My eyes grew wider, and my mouth wide opened when the realization hit me. This must be that overly used trope of transmigrating into a different world. A fantasy world of cultivation through martial arts. Of cringe-worthy calling the names of moves kinda world.

I don't know how long I was staring at the ceiling with the same expression and still with a boner, but it was long enough for the pretty woman sitting around my crotch to become worried and shake my body again and again because I wasn't responding.

Unbeknown to her, her movement felt great and almost made my brain malfunction in a good way, so I let her do it more than she should have. It felt so good that I didn't stop her until I had a wet dream even when I realized that I was awake.