Their conversation was cut short.
It was as if the world had changed colors entirely, like they had been transported to another realm.
The churning waves were exaggerated, stacking up in front of them, layer upon layer, as if gathering strength for so massive attack.
The waves grew taller by the second, quickly surpassing their height and showing no signs of slowing down.
"What's going on!" Mia exclaid, staring at the young man beside her.
Sam furrowed his brow.
"It's probably because of this bizarre dream of yours."
Sam knew it couldn't just be a peaceful dream.
From his first experience, it was clear there was no chance for a calm vacation.
Just as he suspected, damn it... was this dream setting up a tsunami to drown them?
"Never mind that now! Run!"
Mia didn't care about her attire anymore, nor about being shy; she grabbed Sam's hand and started running back.
The rain was heavy, and the wind was fierce, as if trying to blow them away.
Not to ntion the waves that seed to chase them, towering like a high wall, ready to crash down and crush them at any mont.
They sprinted in the opposite direction.
Initially, Mia was pulling Sam along, but soon the young man's stamina showed, and it was almost Sam dragging Mia.
The rain seed to get heavier, hitting them with a realism that felt like small bullets tapping against their skin, uncomfortable.
Even more distressing was the surreal scene behind them.
The waves, like ferocious beasts, seed like ancient giants, towering like walls, furiously chasing them, even accompanied by roaring sounds.
Mia was gasping for breath, nearly out of strength.
"What the hell is going on! Why do I have to be so tired even in a dream! I can't run anymore, maybe we should just stop!"
Mia's thought was simple; it was just a dream, and dying in a dream didn't an dying in the real world, so why exhaust themselves?
But Sam felt sothing was off, they couldn't just give up so carelessly.
If this abnormal dream was always t with surrender, what was the point of conducting this experint?
Sam furrowed his brow and said, "Have you ever heard of 'Sword Art Online'?"
As they ran, Mia pondered and then seed to understand sothing. "You an... huh... there's a possibility that if we die in the dream... we might not wake up in the real world?"
Behind them, the relentless roar of the waves continued, growing taller and almost blotting out the sky, making the rain seem insignificant.
"What the hell is this intense and thrilling chase all about?"
"I don't know, it might not be that serious, but it could be worse... let's just run for now, we can't take any chances."
"Why is this happening... Ah!"
Mia seed to regret trying this bizarre dream again. The next mont, as if she tripped over sothing, she lost her balance and stumbled, falling to the ground.
Sam didn't have ti to give up; almost instinctively, he picked up Mia, who hadn't gotten up from the ground.
Mia was stunned and blushed as she yelled, "Wait! The strap of my swimsuit ca off..."
"No ti for that!"
Though Sam said this as if the situation was really urgent, he couldn't help but glance at Mia in his arms.
Good grief.
So this is what Mia's breasts look like?
Way too bouncy!
"You're still looking! Jerk!"
Mia, in a panic, covered her breasts, seemingly forgetting about the terrifying waves chasing them.
Of course, Sam couldn't keep looking; the crisis was right behind them. But fortunately, carrying the lightweight young woman was much easier than dragging her along.
Sam then exaggeratedly started sprinting on the seemingly boundless beach.
The enhanced physical condition from the system finally ca into play.
It felt like a race against death.
Sam didn't know how long he had been running; the waves had grown so large that he couldn't see their tops anymore, almost as if all the world's waves had gathered together.
Dark clouds covered the sky, and lightning flickered, like a silent threat.
Sam felt his exaggerated stamina draining away, his pace slowing, his breathing becoming more labored.
Even Mia could feel it.
"If it's too much, just put down! You're too tired like this!"
Sam squinted, unsure whether it was sweat or rain sliding down his face, his hair completely drenched. His feet felt numb, as if they had lost all sensation.
"Now... I don't know what's going on... How can I dare to put you down..."
Mia clung tightly to Sam's arm, pressing her chest as close to his as possible. This position allowed Mia to clearly feel the contact of their skin, even the sensation of her breasts rubbing against his chest... It was embarrassingly intimate.
But discussing such feelings seed inappropriate at the mont, especially since Sam was carrying her in an attempt to save their lives. Mia tried her best to suppress these strange sensations.
Hearing Sam's words, an indescribable warmth spread through her heart.
She glanced at Sam, observing his chiseled jawline and his determined expression at that mont, and bit her lip.
"Maybe if you put down... it might be okay. Even if sothing happens, it would just be alone. That's better than both of us not waking up... It's my fault, I shouldn't have recklessly tried this dream, I..."
"Stop talking nonsense, huh... Since I agreed to it, I'm responsible too, and it's my own doing. But since we're in this together, there's no way I'm leaving alone..."
"Sam..."
Mia seed on the verge of tears.
Looking at his expression, feeling his body heat, and his intense heartbeat.
She felt indescribably tender at that mont.
Sam clicked his tongue.
"The thing is, if you don't wake up at my place, how am I supposed to explain it to the police, how am I supposed to explain it to your cop sister?"
"Give back my sentint, you jerk!"
Just as Mia couldn't help but shout out.
Sothing unexpected appeared in Sam's line of sight.
A hole.
A hole had appeared on the beach!
It just appeared right in front of them, perfectly positioned.
Sam hesitated for a mont, but quickly, any hesitation vanished.
In this bizarre situation, he could only adhere to one principle, treating it like a ga. Seeing a hole, wouldn't you go in to see what's inside? Wouldn't you check for resources?
Moreover, since this was all a dream, and the hole had never appeared before but was now present, it indicated an important location, at least one he couldn't afford to miss.
So, he sprinted towards the hole, shouting as he ran.
"Hold on tight!"
"What are you doing... Ahhhhhhh!!!"
Her scream trembled with the jolting motion.
Because Sam had jumped directly into the cave.
Behind them, it sounded like waves crashing down, earth-shattering, everything being destroyed.
Sam could only hold Mia tightly in his arms, trying to prevent her from getting more hurt, seemingly forgetting that this was all happening in a dream.
Until.
"Thump."
The seemingly bottomless cave ended.
Sam felt himself land, and strangely, it didn't hurt at all, rather it felt like he had landed on... a bed.
When he lifted his head and opened his eyes.
He was astonished to find himself in a place... a bit odd.
It was a room!
There was a light, illumination, and walls, but no doors could be seen.
And the place he had landed on... was a bed covered in velvet.
Not just the bed, the entire room seed to be enveloped in a white expanse, filled with cotton-like velvet.
The light was a dim yellow, giving the whole room a disjointed feel, pure white velvet conveying a depressing yellow hue, making Sam feel slightly uncomfortable.
"Where is this..."
A weak voice ca from his arms.
Sam imdiately looked down.
"Are you alright?"
Mia opened her eyes, struggling to prop herself up with her hands, but now she couldn't concern herself with more, like... her exposed breasts.
Mia looked around, bewildered.
"What is this place... What are you looking at, Sam?!"
Mia quickly covered her breasts with her hands, her cheeks flushing red.
Sam imdiately averted his gaze and coughed.
"I don't know where this is either. Let see if I can find sothing to cover you up."
Sam got up to search for even a piece of fabric.
But apart from the loose, soft velvet that would fly into the air at the slightest touch, there was no other fabric.
Apart from the bed... there seed to be nothing else. Mia had to pull up the velvet duvet to cover herself.
Sam sighed.
"Not only is there not a single piece of cloth, but there are also no doors, no windows..."
"Then where did we co from?"
Both looked up simultaneously, only to see the ceiling without any openings.
Sam spread his hands.
"This fits my stereotype of a dream perfectly."
"So what do we do now? Can we wake up midway?"
Mia, having no other options, looked hopefully at Sam, who always seed to solve problems and create miracles.
Sam looked at Mia with a peculiar expression.
"This is your dream, how should I know?"
Mia paused.
"Why does it have to be my dream? You're asleep too!"
Mia's instinctive retort made Sam hesitate.
Right.
Sam was asleep too... Could it be his own dream?
But why would he dream of a room full of velvet? Sam didn't have such luxurious sleeping conditions... and if it really were his dream, it should be filled with beauties or endless online gas...
Not this inexplicable room.
Sam shook his head.
"It's unlikely, it's probably still your dream... Let's think about how we can get out of this room first."
Sam prepared to think of other solutions, like testing the thickness of the room's walls.
What if a punch could break through the wall?
But as Sam just got out of bed and stood up...
"Click!"
The lights flickered.
"Click!"
"Click!"
"Click!!"
It was as if countless shutters were snapping, the dim light suddenly began to change into various colors!
Blue, purple, white, green, and finally, the color Sam was most familiar with and least wanted to see... dark red.
A familiar sensation ca over him.
That unique feeling arrived.
His heart skipped a beat. Although there was no dramatic background music, Sam suddenly felt as if he was in a scene from a horror movie. Even the velvet on the floor seed to turn into crimson feathers...
Then.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a wind whipped up in the room without doors or windows.
It was practically a gale, and Sam could barely keep his eyes open.
Until the wind didn't sweep him away, the velvet on the floor remained just velvet, and the dark red light did not change.
It seed to have completely stabilized...
But at that mont, Sam suddenly rembered sothing.
That is, with such sudden changes... he wasn't alone in this room, so... why hadn't Mia made any sound?
Could it be...
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the floor beneath Sam gave way.
Everything around him seed to collapse, spinning wildly.
Sam didn't even have ti to react to the dizzying sensation of the world collapsing before experiencing a sense of weightlessness.
He opened his eyes.
And then, he saw the surroundings.
Around him... were countless iron bars standing tall, encircling him like a prison.
Looking up, what appeared to be a luxurious ceiling was not a ceiling at all.
Sam looked around and realized that he seed to have fallen into... a birdcage.
And he, clad only in a pair of swim trunks, seed like a bird trapped in a cage.
Mia... was nowhere to be found.
"Boss! Mia!"
Sam called out her na, but his own voice echoed around him, creating a reverberation.
Then he saw the scene.
It was Mia.
She was outside the birdcage, slowly floating in the bottomless abyss of darkness.
Before Sam knew it, Mia was enveloped in a garnt that seed made of velvet, its dark red hue under the eerie light giving off a sinister yet sacred aura. Behind her, a pair of pristine wings unfurled.
She looked like a divine ssenger.
Even without a halo, her deanor alone painted a magnificent, surreal scene that seed impossible in the real world.
She was looking straight at him.
No hesitation, no panic, no confusion.
Instead, she wore a faint smile...
Was this really Mia?
Sam furrowed his brows.
"Mia?"
She tilted her head slightly, floating with her white wings spread behind her.
"I am Mia... Don't you recognize , Sam? That really breaks my heart..."
It was familiar.
The 'Mia' that could only appear in dreams had shown up again.
It seed he couldn't escape it after all...
Sam sighed.
"Stop pretending, will you? It's not our first ti eting outside. Why the grand entrance?"
This was another detail that puzzled Sam.
The setup was a bit too elaborate. Or was it a deliberate illusion created to let his guard down?
She chuckled.
"I am Mia, and Mia is ... Or in a way you might understand, perhaps I am the real Mia."
What did that an?
Was she implying a second personality?
But that seed off... Mia was normal, not at all like soone with dissociative identity disorder.
Not like Sophie's special circumstances...
She looked around. "Don't you like this kind of entrance?"
Sam replied irritably.
"What's the deal with being in a birdcage? Am I so bird to be gawked at?"
Winged Mia pondered for a mont.
"Let's change the scene then, maybe we can have a smoother conversation."
Just a conversation?
"Watch your step~"
She said with a smile.
Suddenly, Sam felt the ground vanish beneath him.
His world spun wildly as if he was about to fall into an endless abyss, but before he could even blink, the scene shifted.
Where was this?
He looked around.
Rows of bookshelves... rows of books... even a table in front of him. It looked familiar.
Wasn't this the school library?
Why had the scene changed to this... And where was she...
And why were there so many familiar students appearing before him...
Sophie?
Angel?!
Isabella?!
And Alice!!
Sam noticed the familiar won, all sitting quietly not far away, each holding different books, seemingly engrossed in their reading.
A quick glance revealed the titles:
"The Guide to Guilt-Free Murder"
"One Hundred Ways to Poison"
"Tortures More Painful Than Death"
What the hell were these?
But where had Mia gone?
Suddenly, Sam felt so movent under the table. Looking down, he found Mia hiding there, lying between his legs, her lips almost touching his groin.
The position, the angle—it all felt criminally suggestive.
"What are you doing..." Even though he knew this was a dream, Sam couldn't help but lower his voice, oddly worried about being discovered by other won.
Mia looked up at him, giving him a seductive smile.
Then...
"Snap."
Sam's eyes widened.
Without hesitation, Mia pulled down his swim trunks and took his cock in her mouth. Sam was instantly overwheld by the sensation, involuntarily tilting his head back and letting out an uncontrollable sigh.
It felt too real...
And way too good!
Why did it feel better than reality? That wasn't right... Mia definitely didn't know how to do this!
But then, he noticed nurous glances coming his way.
Angel frowned, "Yelling in the library, have you no manners?"
"I..."
Sophie also looked at him coldly, "You're such an idiot, even needing to make noise while reading."
Isabella looked disgusted.
"Sam never changes, huh? Making such weird noises in the library will get you disliked."
"But..."
Alice pushed up her glasses.
"Don't tell you're pretending to read while secretly masturbating... That's disgusting."
The inexplicable tension, yet it was even more thrilling.
Sam wanted to say this was just a dream, that these female leads weren't really here!
But he found himself unable to speak.
He could only clench his fists.
Bowing his head, he looked at the woman performing oral sex on him.
"What's going on..."
anwhile, Mia, with his cock in her mouth, spoke in a muffled voice, "Be careful... don't get caught. In this situation... it's hard for you to control yourself, Sam."
Mia continued, her tongue tirelessly working, providing a sensation unlike anything Sam had experienced before.
Sam clenched his fists tighter.
Everything had gone mad, this dream was spiraling into madness and loss of control.
"What are you trying to do..."
"It's simple... just answer a few questions... as long as you don't lie to , give honest answers... maybe I'll let you go."
"Hurry up and ask...! Your blowjob skills are incredible, I feel like I'm about to cum!"
Sam was nearly numb, his voice lowered... as if everything before him was real.
But it was just a dream, right?
Why was he cooperating so much? And since when had he beco so sensitive? It had just started, and he was about to cum?
This is a dream, right?
The bizarre dream made Sam feel incredibly strange.
So, Sam could only look at these familiar faces, holding onto a feeling of nervous excitent, listening to the muffled questions coming from under the table.
"Are you still a virgin, Sam? Why are you reacting so quickly?"
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