CH 12

It’s something that isn’t like the fear of when your family finds erotic books…

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It was past 2:00 AM, which is also known as Ox time in the world, it’s late at night.

My smartphone vibrated even though it was that late in the night, and I couldn’t help but sit on the floor even though it was my empty room.

“Kanzaki Amane”

The other party was… As expected, it was from a girl who had registered her number through my little sister, but had almost given up on the idea of ever calling her.

If it had been… in the daytime, before I had learned the truth in my dream book, I would have been surprised, but I would have tapped the call with joy at the chance encounter after several years.

But now I can’t control the cold sweat that’s breaking out all over my body, and my hands are shaking more than a vibrating phone.

The fear is just like a criminal being sentenced… Tapping on the call and answering the call naturally makes the voice sound scratchy…

“……………………Yes”

“…………………… Yumeji-kun?”

“Yes, it’s Yumeji…”

It’s the first time in a long time that I’ve heard her say something to me, but I feel as if her voice is filled with confusion and suppressed emotions that I don’t want to think about too much.

“……………………”

“……………………”

“Answer me one question………”

“Y-Yes!? What is it!?”

“What is the strongest attack magic I can use?”

After a moment of silence, Amane spoke up as if she had made up her mind.

That sounds like a joke that would normally be laughed off, it’s a ridiculous question that can’t realistically be asked.

But ………… What if Amane also shares the “that dream” I had seen earlier?

I answered in a trembling voice with a mouth that had become dry and crumbly before I knew it, with an attack magic that “Amane of that dreams” would know and that had never been used in any manga or game.

“The Great Hellfire Magic Calamity Amane Execution …………”

In a dream, in an adventure story about another world, Amane said, “I want to give it an original name anyway,” and created special magic that includes her name.

The moment I said the correct answer, which I would normally never know, there was no sign of anyone on the other side of the smartphone.

At the same time, the window of the room suddenly rattled open.

“Hi!? Eh!?”

The time was a late night, and the window was on the second floor. The sudden opening of the window was like a strange phenomenon, and for a moment my voice leaked out, but I stopped breathing when Amane, her face and entire body dyed red in anger, entered the room.

“Yu~me~ji~~~~? I’ve got a few questions for you~~~~~~!?”

“Ah… I am dead…”

It was supposed to be a long overdue conversation with a childhood friend that I had supposedly been estranged from until now… I was really prepared to die at this time.

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“So you’re telling me that every night you were having pleasant dreams using the “Dream Book” you found in Onee-chan’s coffee shop last week?”

“You’re right.”

“And then… taking advantage of the situation, you chose this book because you wanted to have a “dream like that” for a few days?”

“…I have no words to return.”

I’m currently sitting on the floor in front of Amane, who is sitting on the bed with a romantic comedy manga in her hands as evidence, unable to look up.

I know she’s patronizing me, but I’m not strong enough to take the cold, trash-looking eyes, though it might be quite a reward if I had a special fetish.

After all, the charge was about “making Amane appear in an ecchi dream that I was trying to have”, I’m being questioned about it by the person herself.

Considering all the outrageous things I’ve done to her in my dreams over the past few days… I probably can’t hope for any leniency… The feeling of despair and guilt isn’t half-hearted.

Incidentally, Amane already understands the special power of the “Dream Book” as a result of having explained it to her once in the dream and then having answered her questions in reality.

At this late hour, saying “There is no way such a book exists. Ha ha ha…”, then deceiving her is impossible.

…… If I hadn’t said anything, maybe she wouldn’t have found out, but to be honest, I’m not thick-skinned enough to live with that… I couldn’t hold the guilt of keeping quiet.

The result is this situation………….

However, I was too frightened to look up, and Amane let out a deep sigh.

“…Well, Yumeji-kun is also a healthy adolescence boy, so if you get something like this, I guess it can’t be helped but be tempted to have that kind of dream a little bit…”

Oh? This Amane’s “It can’t be helped” statement… Could it be that there is room for consideration of the situation?

I try to look up with faint hope, but… the next words make me panic again and lower my eyes.

“It’s just… If you tried to have such a dream, and the dream wasn’t what you intended, and… I-I was the other person… Why didn’t you stop dreaming? Many times Many times, every day, every night.”

“…………”

Sweat poured down my forehead without stopping.

My head is boiling, and it gets hotter.

Eh… Do I have to say that?

Whoever it was, it was a dream that I had wished to repeat?

“Thanks to you, I seem to have been unwilling to do the same, according to you… I ended up having “that dream” every day?”

“That… that is…”

She’s caught up in a shared dream and she seems to have no intention of letting me go.

It’s been a few years, really a few years, since we’ve finally had a decent (?) conversation, but I felt so nervous.

It seems this is it… I speak the truth as if I am climbing the execution table.

“You are so, that… Amane in that dream is so cute……… I thought I’d stop… but by any means, I couldn’t resist the desire to indulge in that sweet week…”

“!?”

I can feel Amane swallowed her breath… Perhaps she was so disgusted by me that she was nauseous.

Because she was told that a man she didn’t like was having such a dream, or rather, a delusion about her.

However, the overflowing guilt prompted me to confess my sins one after another.

“Really, at first I just wanted to have a little ecchi dream. But once I experienced the happiness of newlywed life, waking up together, eating together, going shopping together, I couldn’t help but want to see it again… “

“…………Enough”

“Once I see you cooking in the kitchen, or cleaning, or sleeping, I want to see you again and again, and I can’t resist…”

As soon as I said that, Amane’s flying lariat, with “her face dyed bright red”, hit me in the neck from diagonally above.

But as expected of Amane, even though it was quite powerful, her voice and the sound of the impact were kept low, perhaps in consideration of the late night, but she still maintained her amazing power.

And then Amane straddled my back, grabbed both my legs, and applied the hold to the other side.

In the so-called “reverse shrimp” position, my waist and legs were bent in the wrong direction, and I was in a lot of pain!

“You ~~~~~! Do you have any idea how much it has worried me, having those dreams every day!? I start to not understand about myself !!”

“Ow ow ow ow! I Give give give give !!”

Not just my back, but my whole body is snapping!　

That reminded me of something.

Before we became estranged, Amane would often try to pull a special move on me, she was an aggressive girl who would move her hands before her words!!

“I went online and did some research on dreams, and I found that a great man once said, “Dreams are an outgrowth of deep desire”, and I’ve been seriously worrying how perverted I am to have those repeated dreams. ~~~!”

“Ow ow ow ow! I’m really sorry! My new wife Amane is so cute…”

“You still say that! This pervert!!”

Even though it’s a lot more powerful than when I was a kid, and it hurts like hell, I was happy to get my childhood friend’s pro wrestling technique after a long time.

………… It’s not like I’ve developed some kind of special fetish or anything, you know? Maybe.