She Comes Into My Dreams Every Night - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: How to Cure It?

Back inside the room, she lay down.

The bed she was accustomed to usually felt comfortable, but today, no matter how she lay, it felt off.

Su Huaiwang clenched her back molars, gazing at the ceiling in frustration, and had to admit the truth.

As soon as Lin Jue left, her sleepiness had vanished with her.

Her delayed afternoon nap was a failure, and Su Huaiwang began to roll restlessly on the bed. Her mind felt scattered, and she didn’t want to do anything.

By the time she realized it, her hand had already reached down, pressing and stroking through the fabric.

Su Huaiwang’s face flushed, and she quickly pulled her hand back.

For several days, she hadn’t touched herself.

Perhaps the intense release in the dream that day had exhausted her libido, and for the past few days, her sexual desire hadn’t surged again. Su Huaiwang had almost forgotten about the whole matter.

Unfortunately, even if she forgot, her body still remembered.

Su Huaiwang grabbed her phone, hoping to use it to escape the sudden, overwhelming urge.

Her finger slid across the screen, clicking into an app, only to close it within a few seconds.

The more she scrolled, the more irritated and breathless Su Huaiwang felt.

She turned over, propping herself up on her elbows to read a novel.

At first, things were fine, and Su Huaiwang breathed a sigh of relief. But later, the content became increasingly strange. By the end, Su Huaiwang slammed the phone down next to her with a “smack.”

Is this something a legitimate website should be publishing?! Don’t ruin our access to novels!

In the afternoon, the room was quiet, with only the air conditioner tirelessly humming.

Su Huaiwang wasn’t sure how her hand broke through the heavy pressure and moved downwards.

The quilt was gradually shifted aside, and the body underneath twisted subtly.

Su Huaiwang buried her head in the pillow, panting.

Her breathing was constricted, yet a unique satisfaction arose.

She slightly twisted her neck, finally exposing her heavy breathing to the air. Her scattered hair clung to the face that usually looked serene and elegant. The corners of her eyes were glistening with moisture, whether from the stifling heat or other reasons, it was unclear.

With a few brief spasms, Su Huaiwang bit down on the pillow.

She didn’t actually need to bite the pillow, as she was accustomed to restraining herself from making any sound.

But biting the pillow made her feel more excited, as if she were truly entangled with someone.

Her body went slack, and the thin blanket wrapped around her like an embrace, though not as soft or gentle as one.

Su Huaiwang let out a long breath, and the violent heaving of her chest slowly calmed down.

The sleepiness that had vanished earlier somehow returned. Her eyelids felt heavy, until they finally closed completely.

The air conditioner’s breeze moved the curtains, and Su Huaiwang fell asleep.

…

Lin Jue closed the book in her hand, curiously looking towards a fixed direction.

She stood up, and gray-white ashes drifted past her body, raising a faint spark.

Su Huaiwang’s dream? At this time?

Lin Jue’s eyes curved. It seemed she really did go for an afternoon nap.

She paused before the entrance to the dream, not intending to enter.

Afternoon naps are usually short, and nothing usually goes wrong, so she needn’t disturb her.

Just as she was preparing to sit down cross-legged and quietly wait for the dream to dissipate, the vortex at the dream’s entrance transformed into root-like tendrils. They wrapped around her wrist, pulling her inside.

Lin Jue looked astonished. It was the first time she had seen such a change in Su Huaiwang’s dream.

She had to admit, it was the first time she had seen someone so welcoming of her entry into their dream.

The dream’s form is determined by the dreamer’s will. She had entered many people’s dreams before, but without exception, they all vehemently rejected her.

But then again, she entered those people’s dreams to create nightmares. Only Su Huaiwang’s was for weaving beautiful dreams, so this difference made sense.

Lin Jue touched the small tendrils that had wrapped around her wrist several times and were forcefully dragging her inward, smiling broadly.

Su Huaiwang’s dreams had always been neither rejecting nor welcoming. This direct display was a first, and she was genuinely curious about why this change occurred.

On the other side, the small tendrils were pulling with existential doubt, wondering why this person couldn’t be pulled no matter how hard they tried. They were about to give up when the person actually stepped into the dream on her own.

The world shifted.

Su Huaiwang, who had been staring blankly at the sky, saw her arrive and stretched out both arms to hug her.

Lin Jue obediently embraced her, and Su Huaiwang eagerly rested her head in the most comfortable spot.

Lin Jue gently stroked her back, simultaneously feeling the intermittent pain on her shoulder and neck.

Su Huaiwang not only liked to be bitten but also liked to bite others. Sometimes she bit hard, other times just a light nip, leaving her shoulder covered in overlapping teeth marks.

One bite was a little too hard, but Lin Jue only slightly furrowed her brow. Her hand moved up and rubbed the back of Su Huaiwang’s head.

Su Huaiwang seemed to sense that she had bitten too hard, and she extended her tongue to lick the area that was already bruised.

As she licked, she grew restless again. Her legs, wrapped around Lin Jue’s waist, tensed, rubbing unconsciously.

Lin Jue lowered her eyes, accustomed to this situation.

Soon, the person who had been aggressively biting could only whimper softly against her neck. Her arms, loosely looped around Lin Jue’s neck, trembled as if they couldn’t hold on any longer.

Lin Jue used her free hand to gently but firmly support Su Huaiwang’s lower back. The chill made Su Huaiwang shiver, and her severely arched back immediately straightened.

“Lin Jue… Lin Jue…” For some reason, Su Huaiwang had recently started calling her name.

The young woman said nothing, focusing solely on serving her.

Not getting a response, Su Huaiwang became dissatisfied. She leaned in, tremblingly biting Lin Jue’s earlobe, calling her name tenderly over and over in her ear.

Lin Jue’s body stiffened for a moment. Her amber eyes turned to Su Huaiwang in a look of helplessness. The girl, who resembled fine jade, had one ear red and slick with saliva and teeth marks.

The next second, the world spun.

The troublemaker was pressed onto the soft ground of the dream, and Lin Jue leaned over, embedding her sharp canine teeth into the back of Su Huaiwang’s neck.

Su Huaiwang gasped heavily, the undigested saliva running down her chin and dripping off.

A black cloth strip was somehow covering her eyes, completely blocking out the light.

In the darkness, Lin Jue’s hand slid to her chin, like a cold, smooth snake. With a slight force, she compelled Su Huaiwang to lift her head, elongating the line of her neck.

Su Huaiwang’s body suddenly convulsed, lost in passion.

Lin Jue licked along the side of her neck, her eyes serious, as if tackling a mission that absolutely had to be executed perfectly.

She had carefully thought it over.

The reason Su Huaiwang only had sexual encounters with her in her dreams was likely because Su Huaiwang felt she couldn’t fully control her in reality.

More than a month of getting along was enough for her to realize that Su Huaiwang wasn’t a very bold person; in fact, she lacked courage.

Su Huaiwang likely didn’t dare to develop a sexual relationship with her in reality out of fear that Lin Jue would unilaterally lead the way.

Su Huaiwang lacked a sense of security. Even though Lin Jue showed she was willing to do many things for her, Su Huaiwang didn’t dare to ask. But in her own dream, she had ample security and could naturally issue commands to her.

And it is well-known that sex is something that can only be done with someone you trust, are intimate with, and who gives you a sense of security.

Lin Jue had confirmation from Lei Yinyin regarding the intimacy part, and trust was probably close enough. The direction she needed to work on next was the sense of security.

The thought of this filled Lin Jue with regret.

The last time Su Huaiwang asked her for help in the dream, she didn’t know what had possessed her to uncharacteristically defy the other party’s wishes, doing it over and over, and even breaking the rules by speaking.

The scalp-tingling pleasure from that time… no, the feeling of self-reproach was still vivid.

She suspected that Su Huaiwang’s abstinence these past few days was because Lin Jue had violated her wishes the last time, making her uncomfortable.

Lin Jue silently sighed inwardly.

Just as that Heavenly Master said, she still had a long way to go in learning about love.

A brief moment of distraction caused her to lose control of her strength, and the object of her service immediately collapsed from a kneeling position to a prone one, her knees giving way.

Lin Jue snapped back to attention, but her body acted on its own.

“Mmph—!”

Su Huaiwang fiercely bit down on Lin Jue’s thumb-web, the cloth over her face already soaked with tears.

A flash of white light, and the body in her arms disappeared. Lin Jue looked at her empty, slick palm, her expression shifting between uncertainty and gloom.

This is why she hated afternoon naps; the time is simply not enough… No, did she mess up again?

The beautiful girl’s face instantly paled. All her frustration and unfulfilled desire turned into anxiety and regret.

Meanwhile, Su Huaiwang was abruptly jolted awake from her nap.

She felt sticky all over, as if someone had turned up the air conditioner without her noticing.

She lifted the blanket, and a wave of damp heat rushed over her.

It was obvious what had happened.

Su Huaiwang despairingly pulled the blanket back over herself.

She felt like she was truly doomed.

It was bad enough in her sleep at night, but now she was having such dreams even during an afternoon nap.

Is this the so-called “thoughts in the day, dreams at night”? Just how strong is her libido?

Thinking of the content of the dream just now, her heart felt a little restless again.

But when her hand actually reached down, that slight urge disappeared again.

Why was it so great in the dream, but I don’t feel anything when I do it myself?!

One of life’s eight great regrets was waking up from an exciting wet dream and not feeling anything when self-pleasuring afterward.

Su Huaiwang was already starting to mock herself somewhat.

She took out her phone, and the search interface prominently displayed:

[What to do about frequent wet dreams?] [How to manage a strong libido?] [The complete “Qingxin Jue” (Heart-Purifying Chant)] [Will women’s excessive sexual activity cause kidney deficiency?] …

Seeing this list of search records, she lost all interest in searching for another one.

She switched to a social app and sent a message to Tu Zhizhuo:

[Do you know how to cure sexual repression?]

Tu Zhizhuo didn’t reply for a long time, presumably hard at work.

She had recently started her job at the tutoring agency, often complaining reluctantly to Su Huaiwang about getting up early, commuting, and low pay.

She hadn’t complained much these past few days, seemingly having gotten used to it.

“Ding-dong.”

Her phone chimed. It was a new message from Tu Zhizhuo.

Su Huaiwang opened it to read.

[Use intense vibrators instead of fingers…]

Su Huaiwang: ?

With a “smack,” the innocent phone was tossed onto the blanket.