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Inside the park, flowers are in full bloom.

Irene and Louis, Ferrado and Shepor walked together as pairs.

They looked like a real couple, kissing every now and then.

I watched the scene happily with Stier.

They fed each other a mountain of cookies that the hamsters had offered as an offering.

…it didn’t take long for me to realize that this was a dream.

‘Huh? Why is Irene next to me…?’

When I came to my senses, I saw that Stier, who was sitting next to me, had turned into Irene.

As I looked around in surprise, the couples scattered like mirages.

The park and the table I was sitting at gradually became blurred and disappeared.

In the end, all that was left was Irene and I floating in the pure white space.

It was something that could only be described as a dream.

“Ah… Ugh.”

‘Even if it’s just a dream, let me dream more. Why does it have to end here?’

I thought it was a dreamlike scene, but it really was a dream.

His shoulders slumped.

It was a bonus that I unknowingly sought sympathy.

“I wanted to see a little more. Right, Irene?”

‘Well, it would be useless to ask in a dream… .’

“Phew. Readers too♡”

“… … Huh?”

——The answer that came back was completely unexpected.

Reader? Why is he calling me this?

It’s a title I never even imagined, but even if it’s a dream, how can someone be called this?

Besides, this kid has a strangely hoarse voice.

The gaze is also somewhat sticky.

Why are you like this, kid?

“Reader, what do you mean?”

“There’s no time. That’ll be later♡”

“Time?”

“I’m interfering by force. Give me a minute or so.”

‘What are you saying, kid?’

And on top of that, he even spoke English without any knowledge.

It was natural for my head to tilt.

But Irene paid no attention and opened her mouth.

“I like things. Apples. Grapes. Chicken breast… .”

“Wait a minute. What are you doing?”

“Even if you pretend to be tough, you actually like getting bullied. Please tease me gently♡”

“What.”

Thanks to you, I was surprised.

No, even if it’s a dream.

Are these words coming from our innocent and kind Irene?

… I don’t understand why I have these dreams.

Dreams are an expression of the unconscious.

My subconscious, was I looking at Irene as a masochist?

‘That can’t be… .’

-Only the ending is annoying♡ My head is going crazy♡

‘… Well, it did look like it felt good to be tickled.’

It was worth seeing.

I nodded in understanding.

‘Well, Irene would never do that, but… this is kind of funny. My subconscious was like this.’

“Yeah. Is there more?”

“And… .”

After that, she quickly listed things about herself.

What do you like, what do you dislike?

This is the difference between really disliking something and pretending not to like it.

There are about 13 particularly sensitive erogenous zones, including the nape of the neck and the buttocks.

… I just listened to the last part of the TMI with one ear and let it go.

My subconscious, are you a pervert?

‘Is there anything left from when I was a man? I need to reflect on that.’

“And finally.”

“Yeah. Lastly?”

Irene, who doesn’t know my speed and keeps talking.

My gaze was drawn to the word ‘last’.

She laughed.

-Smile.

“Please take good care of me in the future as well.”

There was a hint of sadness in that smile.

Even the common phrase “please take care of me” sounds like a farewell.

I said it without thinking.

“Yeah. Let’s stay close from now on. ‘We’.”

“… … .”

The expression on Irene’s face when she heard that.

… Honestly, I don’t remember.

I woke up from my dream right after saying those words, and fell into a deep sleep again.

But I had a rough idea.

Crow said that when I woke up, I muttered like this.

Yeah. I guess happiness suits you.

* * *

After the morning dawns.

My face became mysterious.

“I said something like that in my sleep?”

‘That was definitely in that dream… Huh? How come I haven’t forgotten a single thing?’

No matter how impressive a dream is, it’s normal not to remember everything after waking up.

I vividly remember every single conversation I had with Irene.

Everything, including TMI that you’d like to forget, like erogenous zones and such.

Why did I have that dream and why can’t I forget it?

I was thinking for a moment and then I hit my knee.

‘… No way, is that it!? The one where my ancestors came to me in my dream and told me the lottery numbers!!?’

What day is it today? Isn’t it the day when couples will carry out their plan to get married?

It must have been my ancestors who saw my earnestness and told me.

Hey. Irene has this kind of taste, so I’m going to use it as a reference for the ‘What, What, What Are They Two’ plan.

‘… The clitoris thing is a bit too TMI, but thank you anyway. Ancestor!!’

“Wait a minute, I have something to check!!”

-Bam.

So I dressed up roughly and went out.

To check if this TMI is true, let’s go to Irene’s room.

“What’s your favorite fruit? Suddenly?”

“Quickly, quickly!!”

“Hmm. Actually, I like apples.”

“What? … Uh, uh-uh. What else?”

“Other fruit? Maybe grapes. Not sweet ones, preferably sour ones.”

“… … !!!”

Apples are like that, but what about sour grapes?

I was just joking.

No. Why is this real?

‘No. It could be a coincidence…’

But I was sure of it.

I was just checking it out for fun, but what if it’s true?

I’m saying it’s really useful.

And, my plan to get married is a grand plan that covers the entire first semester.

We couldn’t use uncertain information in an operation where failure was not tolerated.

‘Where, let’s check with the one that seems the least likely.’

“Then, Irene. Would you like to turn around for a moment?”

“Yes…? Okay, I understand.”

Me turning her back to get some reassurance.

Irene turned around obediently, nodding.

And, I…

[Please tease me gently♡]

‘Gently teasing… something like that?’

-Question question question.

He secretly rubbed Irene’s butt.

Even between women, skinship that crosses the line a little.

Irene was surprised.

“… … !!!!? Huh, Princess… ?”

‘Sorry, hold on a second…!!’

But my hands didn’t stop.

I don’t want to be like this either.

It wouldn’t be good to touch it, and it would only embarrass Irene. Why would I want to do that?

But isn’t it nice to tease gently?

All I can think of is kind, non-painful bullying and stuff like that.

Above all, if it weren’t for that.

If you just say that you smoothed out the wrinkles in your skirt like usual, you won’t get in trouble.

Butt rubbing is the best. Yeah.

I stroked it harder.

-Tsdam tsdam tsdam.

“That, that. There. Uh… … ?”

‘By the way, this girl has a really big butt. Why is she like that when she doesn’t eat like Stier.’

Every time my palm ran over the clothes, the squishy flesh shook.

It’s the complete opposite for me, whose butt gets cold after a long carriage ride.

I was amazed without thinking.

“Hey. There’s no separate cushion.”

“Ugh…!!!!?”

This is a cushion. What is a cushion?

No matter where you sit, the ride will be no joke.

If my butt is a rock bed, then this guy’s butt is a scientific bed that doesn’t shake.

I rubbed my butt while thinking about that.

It was a prank that went beyond petting, but surprisingly, Irene didn’t rebel.

She just mutters to herself.

-Mumble mumble.

“That damn bitch, is she doing something again? What are you doing with an innocent girl… And now you’re even verbally harassing her… Hehe♡”

‘Huh? You’re not angry?’

My mind, which had been absentmindedly absorbed, returned to reality.

The texture was better than I thought, so I stroked it absentmindedly for almost 10 minutes.

Aren’t you mad about this?

…is it true?

‘Let’s take a look at each other’s faces.’

-Kuuuk.

He leaned his body out while slightly holding onto her butt.

To examine Irene’s face.

According to what I heard in my dream, when only one corner of my mouth goes up, it means I really don’t like it.

On the other hand, slightly sticking out your lips means you are pretending not to like something but are happy about it.

Indeed, what is the result?

-Shivering.

‘You really stuck it out a little bit… Yes?’

Irene’s lips were slightly protruding.

Very slightly, so slightly that you can’t even notice it.

But if you look closely, you can see it clearly.

At that sight, I…

‘Hey, it’s hot, it’s hot.’

“Mi, sorry. Irene!!”

-slap.

I quickly took my hand away.

Can’t you see that my lips, my hair, and my face are bright red?

Are you saying that’s the face of someone you like? It’s the face of someone who is about to die.

Irene was really embarrassed.

… There’s no way he’s a good pervert who feels embarrassed.

Our Irene, the most innocent and kind person in the world.

He’s a kid who can’t even properly hold hands with Louis.

The reason I couldn’t say anything while feeling so embarrassed must be because of the class gap.

In other words, what I heard in my dream was just nonsense.

All I did was sexual harassment.

I quickly bent down.

“Sorry. There are so many wrinkles, I tried to smooth them out… .”

“Oh, it’s okay, Princess. Why are you apologizing, Princess?”

“… … Huh?”

“Damn bitch… Ahem. Anyway, it’s not the princess’s fault. You don’t have to apologize. ”

‘What? Are you forgiving this so easily?’

I was forgiven immediately.

Last time, I was tickled a little, so he took off all my clothes and tickled me 20 times harder, but I didn’t get any retaliation.

…I checked to see if I was a masochist for such a kind and innocent child.

Even Satan would shake his head.

I was so sorry that I couldn’t raise my head.

“No, I’m sorry… Hmm, do you want to tickle me? I did it last time, so you should do it too.”

“I told you, Princess, you don’t have to feel sorry. You’re a bad girl… No, why are you taking off your clothes!?”

“I’m sorry, that’s why!! Instead, tickle me so that I don’t get embarrassed!!!”

“What is that… Aaah, really!! I’m going to tickle you, so put some clothes on!! You don’t have to take them off!!”

The guilt in my heart finally went away after I tickled the soles of my feet for about 30 seconds.

Lesson of the day. Don’t catch people with your dog’s dream. That’s it.

* * *

It was quite eventful since morning, but anyway.

We started preparing various things from the morning.

To play properly.

‘The second year students play in the morning, and the first year students play in the afternoon. Unlike the families, we students have a lot of free time.’

Well, the other cadets are probably still practicing like crazy.

This has nothing to do with us, who are not obsessed with rankings.

So the six of us all headed somewhere.

“Okay, okay!! Let’s go here!!”

“This is… .”

“Ghost house!! This is gonna be so much fun!!!”

‘If we’re going to get married, this is it!’

An attraction that I created through a reasonable business proposition, not a mere coincidence.

A special haunted house built just for two couples.