Moody Ghost Tomie × Straight Ball Hate Marriage Machine
[Demining is as follows: self-cut leg meat
Yuuki Shizuru has a secret.
Every night, he falls into the same nightmare.
Some kind of wet and sticky existence spreads up from the darkness, wraps around the ankles, wraps around the waist and abdomen, and slowly tightens along the inner thighs. The thing patiently traced his outline in the dark, from bones to texture, from waist to the back of neck.
He was being torn apart and filled over and over again in his dream, like a pottery embryo that was repeatedly soaked and fired. The kiln fire stopped and the water evaporated, but he never solidified into shape.
When I woke up, the sheets were wrinkled and the lingering feeling on my skin lingered. He buried his face in his hands and dug his nails into his forehead.
Obscene. So obscene.
Yuuki Shizuru thought this was his most unbearable fantasy, a retaliatory counterattack late at night from his dull life during the day. So he kept the secret under his tongue and kept silent.
Until the girl named Minazuki Tomie transferred to another school.
Yuuki Jingliu heard her voice for the first time. Her tone was very soft, and the final note rose slightly. A certain recurring syllable in the dream seemed to have finally found its owner.
As if facing a formidable enemy, his back instantly tensed up.
That voice. The sound that was always vague in the dream, that sounded close to his ears, and that made his waist and abdomen feel weak - how could it be so similar.
Ice water was poured over his body, and he was burned into hot shame before he hit the ground.
What kind of dream is he having about a complete stranger?
Shizuru couldn't look directly at Minazuki Tomie, and tried his best to suppress his urge to recall the details of his dream.
One afternoon, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer.
Fu Jiang was looking down at a book, her eyelashes drooping, and the afternoon light fell on the back of her neck, revealing a small section of pale skin.
Jingliu stared at the nape of his neck, and the sensations of being slowly invaded suddenly flashed through his mind, the feeling of being clinging to him even though it was cold but making him feel hot all over, the illusion of being stretched and filled, completely possessed...
He suddenly looked away, the tips of his ears burning red, and his hands clenched into fists under the table.
Just a second before he looked away, Fu Jiang raised his eyes.
Across several rows of desks and chairs, through the afternoon light and the buzzing whispers in the classroom, she looked at him quietly with a smile and a little shyness.
That night, the dream was longer than before.
The sticky feeling tightened for a moment, and then it pressed against his ear, and the breath was cold.
"Still flow. Still flow. Still flow."
He trembled all over in his dream, his waist and abdomen tightened, and even his fingertips curled up.
When I woke up, I was gasping for air and my pajamas were soaked. Yuuki Shizuru turned over and buried his face in the pillow, gasping in despair.
Purpose: Respect differences
