#103
Would this world continue to roll on even if I returned to reality? Without me? How would my absence be filled? Would my existence be erased from these people’s memories? Or… would this world disappear the moment I returned? If that happened…
I looked blankly at Carlisle sitting beside me. Suddenly I felt strange.
Would Carlisle disappear too?
“Why are you just staring at me without saying anything?”
I must have been staring for too long.
“…It’s nothing. I’m just sleepy.”
I decided to just keep my mouth shut. For some reason, I didn’t want to upset Carlisle’s mood. As for Eira… it would work out somehow. If I couldn’t think of a method by the day of the festival, I’d just tell her to use an invisibility potion.
I turned my back to Carlisle and crawled up onto the bed. I’d already washed and changed into pajamas, so I just needed to turn off the lights. Carlisle would take care of the lights himself.
I lay down and pulled the covers over me. I always felt slightly nervous and my heart would race thinking about when Carlisle would come lie down next to me, but today was different. My mood was subtly sinking. It was a stuffy, depressing feeling similar to sadness.
What was wrong with me? Did I eat something bad? No, maybe the symptoms were returning because I’d been too busy before, but now that life was somewhat manageable, I hadn’t been taking Tranquility Potions.
Click.
After a moment of silence, the lights went out first, and I heard Carlisle entering the bathroom. I let out a big sigh. I wanted to fall asleep quickly before the bed’s owner returned.
I’m not even certain I can return, so what am I worrying about unnecessarily? Surviving comes first, and if I can definitely return, it won’t be too late to worry then.
I tried to steel my resolve with these thoughts. But the heart isn’t something that can be easily molded to one’s will. The louder the sound of water became, the clearer my mind grew.
I eventually got up and took out the sleep pill Eira had made for me. I felt an urge to take a tranquilizer too because of my strange mood, but she’d told me not to mix them, so I had to listen. I swallowed the red pill without water and returned to bed.
The effect was tremendous. After about two minutes, my mind became hazy and I felt like my body was being sucked into the bed. Just as I was about to fall asleep, warm heat touched my back and I burrowed toward the warmth. The coziness returned and I fell back into sleep pleasantly. A tickling sensation settled on my lips, but… it might have just been my imagination or a dream. The movement was too gentle and careful for it to be Carlisle.
The next day, whether because of the medicine, I slept much more deeply than usual and woke up late. I couldn’t wake up on time by myself, so Hayden had to come up to wake me. Despite sleeping for a long time, I didn’t feel refreshed and my head felt heavy.
Carlisle had already disappeared.
Time flew quickly and the festival day approached.
Even on the last day, I was tied up with final festival inspections until almost 11 PM. It wasn’t just about giving opinions and being done—I had to go around checking whether there were any problems with the soil for planting trees and seeds, whether the procurement of sales items, booth installation, and amusement ride setup were going smoothly, and whether festival coins were properly distributed. Even though I wasn’t exploring, I had to consume several stamina potions a day.
“…Huh?”
When I returned at night, for some reason Carlisle had come back first and was asleep. Seeing a sleeping Carlisle was such a rare occurrence that it felt fascinating. I almost fell asleep myself while staring at his sleeping face in a daze.
I barely pulled myself together, roughly prepared for the next day, showered, and went to bed. Of course I moved carefully, but I thought the sensitive hunter might wake up from my presence, yet Carlisle’s eyelids didn’t move as if they were glued shut.
Is he really okay?
He was sleeping so deeply, like he was dead, that I suddenly became worried and even put my finger under his nose.
It’s not even a dungeon, what pointless worrying… Let’s just sleep.
Maybe it was because I was tired, but having Carlisle sleeping peacefully beside me gave me a strange sense of security. Not long ago, lying next to him seemed to make me nervous and chase away sleep, but I didn’t know why that had changed. I was a bit cold, so I subtly pressed my body against his. As expected, he was warm.
He’s the best as a human heater.
I’m a human potion and Carlisle is a human heater.
We make quite a matching pair.
I chuckled at the silly thought and tried to sleep. Moderately tired, warm, and comfortable. Perfect conditions for falling asleep. Fortunately, no depressing thoughts came today. I didn’t need medicine.
The festival needs to be successful tomorrow.
Hoping the reward would be substantial given how hard it had been, I peacefully fell into deep sleep.
The next morning.
I was floundering in a dream. It was a dream I occasionally had since moving into this house.
Large, dry hands gripped my chest. A thumb pressed and rubbed against a nipple that had hardened.
“Mmm…”
A hand also came between my legs. The movement was rough. It kneaded the inside of my thighs and crushed and squeezed my genitals and testicles together.
“Hah…”
Breathing out hot breath, I twisted my waist. The rough movement was uncomfortable, yet I felt a frustrating insufficiency somewhere. I moved as if rubbing my genitals against the large palm, then bent my waist in surprise at the grip strength that seemed ready to burst.
“Ung!”
Something hard pushed between my buttocks.
No, rather than something newly entering, it would be more accurate to say something that had been inserted went deeper as I bent my waist.
This isn’t right.
But something was still lacking. In addition to subtle discomfort, I opened my eyes due to unsatisfying frustration. For a while I was in a dazed state, unable to realize what the problem was. The bedroom scenery appeared in my blurry vision. I was still in Carlisle’s bedroom, on the soft bed. I was properly using a pillow and warmly covered with blankets. I seemed to be wearing pajamas properly too. No, or not? The top was properly on, but the bottom was… pulled off? No, hanging around my thighs? What?
I lowered my gaze. I could see the chest area of my pajama top bulging out. My chest couldn’t have suddenly grown while sleeping. Through the open front, I could see a hand. A hand that looked quite large to be mine. And I could see my pajama pants… no, not just pants but even underwear pulled down. Instead, someone else’s hand was occupying that space.
Ugh.
And that hand wasn’t just quietly occupying space. When it gripped my genitals again and rubbed roughly, I moaned and trembled.
It wasn’t a dream. I recognized the familiar body heat I felt against my back. Hot breath was pouring onto my nape and near my ear. At this point, I couldn’t not know the identity of what was poking my buttocks.
What had I just done in my sleep? I’d moaned while rubbing my genitals against that hand. Blood rushed to my face instantly.
No, what on earth is this…
I’d let my guard down because nothing had happened for almost two weeks. I firmly grabbed the hand that was moving as if touching its own body to stop it and quickly turned around.
“Hey.”
I thought I would make eye contact with Carlisle, but he still had his eyes closed.
“Mmm…?”
And only when I called did he slowly blink his eyes. He wasn’t acting either. Sleep was clearly lingering in his eyes and face.
“Ha.”
I was dumbfounded. So this bastard was fondling me in his sleep? Was this his usual sleeping habit? Did he do this to anyone? I was so flabbergasted I couldn’t find words and was glaring when my head was suddenly grabbed.
“Hm…? Mmph!”
He suddenly grabbed my face and kissed me.
No, wait. This wasn’t the time for this.
“Hey, stop it!”
I struggled to escape from his grasp. Whether because he wasn’t fully awake, Carlisle obediently let me go, but his gaze still slowly followed me as I barely escaped to the corner of the bed, panting.
My appearance caught in his gaze was utterly ridiculous. The buttons of my pajama top were half undone, revealing my stomach and chest, and because I’d struggled and crawled away on my knees, my underwear and pants were also messily pulled off, almost hanging at my ankles.
“Why do you look like that?”
As I hastily straightened my clothes, Carlisle asked in a low, rough voice. He seemed to be somewhat awake now. I was dumbfounded.
“You’re asking me that?”
“Then?”
“You should ask your hands.”
“My hands?”
Carlisle questioned back as if asking what I was talking about and smoothly sat up. The blanket that had been covering around his chest area slid down, revealing his lower body. Witnessing something I couldn’t look at directly, I turned my gaze away and clicked my tongue.
Ah, no wonder.
The sensation touching my buttocks had felt like bare skin. Carlisle was completely naked, wearing nothing. What kind of behavior was this, being so shameless when someone else was sleeping in the same bed?
I averted my gaze. Even though we were both men, I didn’t have the confidence to casually look at something so menacingly erect from the morning. I think this was the third time seeing that thing, but I just couldn’t get used to it. Even considering his height and build, that was too excessive!
“Did I have a dream?”
Carlisle muttered as if talking to himself in his still sluggish tone.
“What dream?”
When I asked grumpily, Carlisle stared at me intently.
“What do you mean what… the obvious kind.”
What’s obvious? Are you saying you had an erotic dream, or that you dreamed about me?
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
