Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 320

Chapter 320. Troubling Developnts: An Obnoxious Group of Custors. (1/4)

“Hey…” I abruptly broke the silence between us behind the counter on this slow Saturday at work.

“What is it all of a sudden?” The black-haired beauty beside coolly beckoned to continue.

“Yuna… as a writer, do you ever have a story co to you in a weird dream?”

Since I stopped disguising myself and no longer had to keep my age a secret since the agreent with the Owner to fire if anyone found out my real age was only in place until I turned sixteen. As that was the case, I’d revealed the truth to Yuna the first day we worked together.

She was pretty sharp after all, it was unlikely that she wouldn’t catch on to the fact that I was Sean. And unlike your typical naive air-headed girl at her age, I knew she could easily keep secrets.

She’d kept several things hidden from for quite so ti after all, and I only discovered them by sheer chance. Her true thoughts, being one of those things. I was never able to see through what she was really thinking in the past after all. She had a rock-solid mask that made it impossible to see anything behind it.

Though, ever since I found her stories online she opened up a lot more around . I guess we’d gotten a bit closer despite how we spent less ti together at work these days. We both kept things hidden from each other, hence why she didn’t seem very impacted by the fictional nature of Sean.

Her reaction to the grad reveal was quite lackluster even. She just raised an eyebrow and asked in an unimpressed tone, ‘Is that it?’

“Huh? Where’s this coming from all of a sudden?”

“Nowhere really. I was a bit curious about where writers ca up with so of their stories.” Initially, after she found out the truth about , there was a short period where we weren’t interacting exactly the sa, but it didn’t take long before things returned to just business as usual.

“Well, to satiate your curiosity, so stories I write do co to in dreams.”

“I see.”

“Did you have so sort of strange dream of your own that you wanted to share?”

“Well… I did have a really... weird dream recently.”

“Oh, a weird dream? What was it about?”

“... no comnt.”

“Co on, you can’t just bring it up and not tell about it.” She closed the book in her right hand, a gesture she only ever made when her curiosity had been piqued and she was genuinely interested.

“Was it a dream about a woman?”

“Well… yes... and no I guess.” I was a bit troubled over this bizarre dream I had yesterday early in the morning. It was definitely a result of what happened with Angela.

“What do you an?”

“I can’t bring myself to talk about it…”

“Did you do sothing shaful with Rosa in it? Maybe a wet dream? That would certainly be a bit scandalous considering how she’s still in high school. Ah, right, I forgot… you’re also in high school, aren’t you, Shh- no, Ran.”

Our relationship really hadn’t changed much. Even though she knew I was in high school, she still unconsciously thought of as a university student like her.

“No. Rosa wasn’t involved.” I didn’t make a big deal out of her near slip. Since my identity to others was Sean’s little brother, it wasn’t strange even if Yuna accidentally called that.

“Oh? If it wasn’t Rosa… could it be…” she grinned before she continued, “Alicia then? That would be quite bad. Your girlfriend’s best friend. You’d truly be the worst sort of guy if you had a wet dream about Alicia.”

“It‘s completely unrelated to Alicia.” I rolled my eyes. If it was about Alicia I’d have been overjoyed at how normal a dream it was.

“Hmm… it wasn’t Rosa or Alicia? Wait. You better not have brought this up because it was about . I’m sorry but I can’t accept your feelings.” I was rcilessly rejected when I didn’t even confess to her.

“It had nothing to do with you.”

“What? Then there’s another girl?”

“Why are you assuming I’m having wet dreams about girls I know?”

“Oh, so you’re saying it’s a celebrity or soone you don’t know?”

“No, I’m saying a woman was in the dream but the weird thing about that dream wasn’t specifically about the woman but rather what happened.” Though I did have a feeling Angela was part of the problem in the grand sche of things when I tried to decode the aning of that dream.

I unconsciously had weird ideas spring into my head because of what happened with her. What happened in the dream sort of paralleled what happened in real life. At first glance, it all seed completely random and nonsensical but there was an undeniable correlation.

“What do you an?”

“Well… have you ever seen the insides of a woman before?”

“Huh? What’s with that oddly worded question?”

“Let’s just say I saw a lot more than I wanted to in that dream.”

“You’re being so vague that it’s annoying.”

“Did you fuck a woman in that dream or not?”

“The only answer I can give to that is inconclusive.”

“Inconclusive? What the hell? Did you wake up before you got to the good part and get blue balled?”

“I did wake up gasping to catch my breath right before things turned into pure degeneracy. It was more of a nightmare to than anything else. I actually woke up twice. The first ti I randomly woke up nothing problematic happened. I just thought it was a kind of funny dream so I jotted down what happened so I wouldn’t forget. When I fell back to sleep, I guess that’s when shit hit the fan.”

“I see. So a two-part dream with the latter turning into a nightmare.”

“Yeah.”

“And you refuse to tell any of the specifics?”

“Yeah. It’s definitely NSFW and rather inappropriate.”

“How boring, and here I thought I’d be able to leach so content off you.”

Sorry, I already wrote it out and plan to publish it…

“What about you, Yuna? Have any weird dreams lately?”

“Weird dreams?” She tilted her head my way and peeked at before she answered, “That would constitute sexual harassnt.”

“Huh? Wait, you have?”

“I have. I only had this weird dream once though.”

“What was it about?”

“You sure you want to know?”

“If you’re willing to tell .”

“Then… it was a dream where I was working.”

“Huh? That’s it? What’s weird about that?”

“Well, you were in it is what’s weird.”

“I see. That is a bit weird. Why would you have a dream about another average day of work?”

“Well, this dream only happened shortly after we started working together only on Saturdays.”

“Oh, I see. Then it’s probably related to how poorly you got along with Rosa in the beginning, don’t you think? You probably missed the simple and quieter days, right?”

“I was working, handling small talk with the custor as per the usual while scanning their goods. Then out of nowhere, you ca up behind and started… blank.” She said that rather suggestively.

“Blank?”

“Can you guess what you did in my dream in front of the custor?”

“How would I know? What would I go behind you for?”

“Haha, wouldn’t you like to know? But you know what else is weird. I looked away from the custor, behind , at what you were doing, and when I looked at the custor next, the custor had turned into Rosa.”

“The dream makes a bit of sense though.”

“Yeah, it does. It also makes sense why the two of them embraced each other and made out in front of when Alicia suddenly entered the store.”

“What the hell sort of weird dreams are you having?”

“I don’t know. It was weird, okay? I’ve kept it to myself up until now and haven’t told anyone about it. It’s way too embarrassing. Just what the hell am I dreaming about?”

“But on a serious note, what exactly was I doing behind you in your dream?”

“The key to being an author is to leave certain things to the reader’s imagination, don’t you think?”

“So you’re saying you’ll leave it to to decide what happened and you won’t tell ?”

“Yeah. So, what’s the first thing that ca to mind that you were doing? Whatever it is, tells you a lot about a person.”

“Was it sothing inappropriate?”

“Maybe, maybe not. What sort of inappropriate thing are you thinking exactly?”

“No comnt.” I averted my eyes away to the side.

“How suspicious. Should I take a guess what you thought it was?”

“I’d rather you not.”

“Haha. Did you think of…” she moved close to my ear and whispered one word, “sex?”