She Comes Into My Dreams Every Night - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Intentional Punishment

After taking a shower and returning to the room, the air conditioning was already on, coldly lowering the temperature that the hot water had just warmed.

The tips of Su Huaiwang’s hair were still slightly damp. She sat on the bed and immediately saw the express box she had deliberately thrown into the corner.

For some reason, she felt a sense of déjà vu.

She forced herself to look away, holding her phone with one hand, and sending a message to Tu Zhuzhu.

Tu Zhuzhu had indeed sent the flight information and a string of demands for Lin Jue’s photos.

Su Huaiwang tapped the picture, replied with an acknowledgment, and ignored the unreasonable requests.

What a joke. How could she have photos of Lin Jue, and even if she did, she wouldn’t send them to her. That would be a bit much.

Her thumb slid across the phone screen. Su Huaiwang was restless, unable to watch any video for more than a few seconds. She looked up, her gaze again drawn to the express box.

Her finger unconsciously tapped the screen. Su Huaiwang came back to her senses, realizing her nails were a bit long and she hadn’t had time to trim them, but she remembered that Lin Jue’s nails were always perfectly manicured…

Realizing what she was thinking, Su Huaiwang immediately flopped onto the bed.

After being muffled under the blanket for a long time, an expression of hate finally lifted.

She really hated it. Was this estrus never going to end?!

The phone beside her vibrated. Su Huaiwang quickly picked it up to look.

It was a notification about the delivery, urging her to receive the goods.

Opening the page, heart-pounding words immediately jumped out. Su Huaiwang’s throat subtly shifted, and her finger slowly slid down.

In the product details section, one after another, the effects boasted about in exaggerated terms blatantly entered Su Huaiwang’s vision. She suddenly felt a certain place inside her body clench, and her throat felt inexplicably dry.

Since the item had arrived, she had to check it, right?

The product page had ended. Su Huaiwang’s neck unconsciously twisted, her gaze reluctantly yet stickily adhering to the disliked express box.

After a moment of hesitation, Su Huaiwang clenched her fist. The untrimmed nails dug into her flesh, causing a stinging pain.

In the end, she got up, and with a “rip,” the express box was opened.

Her heart was inexplicably racing. Su Huaiwang bit her lip, feeling as if she were doing something shameful and bad.

She told herself over and over in her mind that this wasn’t anything bad, that it was normal for people to have needs, and it was only because those needs hadn’t been met that she was always… having those kinds of dreams.

But no matter how much she reassured herself, when she stood in front of the sink mirror holding the toy, her head felt like it had been violently struck.

The moral conscience that had been temporarily clouded by desire crawled out, rapping on her head one by one, leaving her utterly demoralized.

Just sanitize it and put it back. Looking at her unsatisfied face in the mirror, she felt like she was about to cry.

Charging cable, lubricant… Su Huaiwang found the instruction manual.

Su Huaiwang wasn’t the type to immediately throw away instruction manuals. On the contrary, she would read every one carefully, even though most of the time these manuals didn’t serve much purpose.

As a toy meticulously chosen by the Su Huaiwang of two months ago, its performance was naturally excellent. The manual listed more than a dozen modes, making Su Huaiwang feel dizzy.

After flipping through the entire manual, Su Huaiwang started to feel woozy again. The conflicting sides in her heart began to battle it out.

Su Huaiwang didn’t know who won in the end. She only knew that when she picked up the small toy again, preparing to put it in the cabinet, her finger couldn’t help but rest on the button.

By the time she realized what was happening, she was already lying on the bed.

The quality of the product was indeed impeccable; the two months of waiting were worth it.

Su Huaiwang’s chin was raised high, her vision blurred by tears.

Machinery often inspires fear, but also a constant marvel at the ingenuity of human creation.

So marvelous that it can self-regulate life, self-regulate instinct, holding the authority to command wind and rain in its own hand, in the small mouth of this mechanical creation.

Like all modern people, her body was far less numb and rational than her mind, and far less vague and chaotic than her thoughts. The body’s craving was always clear and obvious, conveying the next instruction to her.

Lin Jue’s hand flashed through her memory.

The real, pale, round-tipped fingers she had seen this morning; the not-so-clear fingers she occasionally saw at night in her memory; and the lower half of a face that was stained with something, not smiling as usual, but with downturned corners of the mouth, beautiful to the point of unreality…

Tap.

The noise stopped. Lin Jue grabbed the blanket over her head, covering her face.

The rain was still falling. The sky was doing its best to squeeze out all the grievances in the clouds, but rationality had reawakened.

She was truly crying now, muffled under the blanket, unsure if it was due to the recent stimulation or self-loathing from moral degradation.

But no matter how the tears flowed, they couldn’t cover up one fact.

She had used Lin Jue as an accompaniment.

And this was something absolutely unforgivable as a friend, as a human being.

…

In a world filled with mist, Lin Jue opened her eyes.

A dream was forming, a dream she had been waiting for for a long time.

Barefoot, she pushed open a decaying wooden door. Large swaths of flying ash, like embers, drifted in this world, some still carrying sparks.

Lin Jue let them brush past her body.

A dream as soft as a cloud appeared before her. Lin Jue reached out and poked it; her finger instantly sank into the softness.

The originally expressionless face involuntarily lifted into a smile.

Little by little, just like the numerous nights before, she slowly walked into Su Huaiwang’s dream, with undisguised anticipation and joy in her heart.

The bare feet of the ghost landed in a world of pure white.

Su Huaiwang’s nightmares had been completely devoured by her; this was the most fundamental appearance of her dream. Above, her memories flashed by in a strange array of lights and colors, occasionally combining into incomplete plots.

Lin Jue controlled herself not to pry into her privacy, but focused entirely on walking toward Su Huaiwang, who had her back to her.

Su Huaiwang in the dream was sitting with her knees drawn up, curled into a small ball, looking adorable.

Lin Jue extended a finger and poked Su Huaiwang’s back.

Su Huaiwang turned her head and saw Lin Jue bending over from above, looking down at her.

Lin Jue was smiling, shy and innocent, as if a child had seen her most precious treasure in this world.

Having spent the entire day with the real Su Huaiwang, Lin Jue was in an indescribably good mood and wanted to extend this pleasant feeling into the dream.

But Su Huaiwang in the dream didn’t affectionately move closer as she usually did.

Tears spilled from her eyes. Su Huaiwang turned her head away, sobbing uncontrollably within the small circle formed by her arms.

Lin Jue immediately panicked. She moved in front of her, squatting down, wanting to cup her face.

Two icy hands, one on the left and one on the right, pressed against Su Huaiwang’s cheeks. She couldn’t help but cry even harder.

Lin Jue leaned closer, her eyelashes lowered, helping to lick away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

“Am I really bad, really hateful?” Su Huaiwang reached out and hugged her, crying into the crook of her neck.

Lin Jue shook her head firmly, without even a second of thought.

“But I did something wrong again, and I’ll be scolded. Everyone will hate me.”

Lin Jue hugged her back, using more force than Su Huaiwang, trying to convey her affirmation through this method.

“I’m sorry…” Su Huaiwang was still crying.

Lin Jue didn’t know why she was crying, but the tears falling on her made her heart, which had long been dead, feel sour and painful.

“I’m sorry…” Su Huaiwang cried and kissed her, cautiously, flatteringly rubbing her lips against Lin Jue’s ear, cheek, and chin, like a small beast seeking shelter.

“Forgive me… don’t hate me…” Tears and kisses rubbed against her skin, a wet sensation.

Lin Jue wanted to kiss her back but was evaded.

The woman pulled open the wide collar in the dream, her fragile life openly giving trust to her.

“I’m sorry.” People in dreams are always prone to repeating their obsessions, unable to form complete meanings.

But the deep-seated desire in her heart would always drift into Lin Jue’s hands.

The light yet heavy wish was instinctively sensed by the ghost who controlled the dream. She hesitated for a moment, looking at the tearful person in front of her, feeling as helpless as she had the first time she entered her dream.

Lin Jue still hadn’t moved. Su Huaiwang cried even harder, shrinking into a ball, tears dripping down her jaw and turning into steam as they hit the pure white ground.

Lin Jue finally moved. The canine teeth brought pain, and also contained a punishment that was not her subjective will.

Su Huaiwang was still sobbing softly, even though the current situation was entirely her own wish.

Humans are complex after all; simple happiness and pain cannot generalize everything. In many cases, it is happiness that breeds pain, and pain that manifests happiness.

Despite being the master of the dream, Su Huaiwang seemed powerless over everything in it, only able to let the dream’s plot unfold step by step in a way outside of rational thought. Lin Jue leaned in. The taste of the dream was no longer as bitter as it had been at the beginning.

As the dream’s master sank, the surrounding environment began to change rapidly. One moment it was Su Huaiwang’s own room, the next it was a scene from a movie, and then it turned into a starlit sky.

But Lin Jue ignored all of it equally, her eyes only on everything Su Huaiwang showed her.

Even in the dream, Su Huaiwang didn’t like her excessive scrutiny, only when she was completely lost in passion could Lin Jue look at her brazenly.

With another transformation, the dream automatically generated objects from memory.

Lin Jue lowered her head. It was that oddly shaped object contained in the express box.

Lin Jue raised her head again, meeting Su Huaiwang’s eyes, which were half-fearful and half-excited.

“I’m sorry…” She licked her lip, mumbling, but her voice was devoid of the initial distress.

Buzz—

With a little force, she bit down.

The amber eyes stared intently at her.

This was also what Su Huaiwang was looking forward to.

Her “punishment.”