Chapter 71: A Dream With Hoshihara Ai
Sakamoto Ken was awakened by a warm, soft sensation.
In a daze, he still felt Natsume Mio hugging him, just like holding a soft cushion, but with a warm touch and a faint fragrance.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains into the room, illuminating the room brightly.
No…
Sakamoto Ken suddenly jolted.
He was clearly lying on the tatami in his rundown apartment, planning to take a nap.
But now, this was… where?
A soft, spacious double bed, thin and breathable silk sheets, a breeze from the air conditioner carrying a hint of coolness…
Most importantly, in his arms, a warm, soft body was curled up like a kitten.
Sakamoto Ken stiffly lowered his head.
It was a face more mature than Mio’s, the woman’s long hair tied into a bun, her delicate cheeks with a serene expression, her smooth, snow-white back outlining a stunning curve, and further down, full and perky…
He subconsciously moved his hand around her waist; this delicate sensation, this familiar elasticity… instantly confirmed the identity of the woman in his arms.
Hoshihara Ai.
Moreover, neither of them was wearing a stitch of clothing.
Sakamoto Ken lay motionless, many memories suddenly flashing in his mind.
In the previous life when he was with her, he had come to this apartment many times.
This was Hoshihara Ai’s high-rise apartment in Bunkyo Ward; though not as good as Haruna’s home, the view was also excellent.
What’s going on? Did I time travel back again?
This thought flashed for an instant before he suppressed it.
It wasn’t returning to the previous life; the current situation was happening for the second time, last time he saw Haruna…
Sakamoto Ken felt his arm going numb; he carefully tried to withdraw it from under Hoshihara Ai’s warm, soft body.
However, his movement disturbed the sleeping woman.
She let out a faint nasal sound, like sleep-talking, subconsciously tightening her arms around his waist, her whole body shrinking even closer into his embrace.
At this, that softness pressed fully against his chest, and Sakamoto Ken felt like he was about to suffocate.
Sakamoto Ken lay stiffly on his side, feeling her warm breath spraying on his collarbone, bringing waves of tingling itchiness.
At that moment, Hoshihara Ai in his arms had her eyelashes flutter lightly, then slowly opened her eyes.
Hoshihara Ai blinked in confusion, seemingly not fully awake yet.
When her gaze slowly focused and finally settled on Sakamoto Ken’s face right in front of her, she clearly froze.
Hoshihara Ai stared at him blankly for a while, a light mixing doubt and a bit of excitement shining in her beautiful eyes.
Hoshihara Ai immediately confirmed she was in a lucid dream state.
Sakamoto Ken saw the corner of her mouth slowly curve into a meaningful arc.
“Saka… mo… to… Ken…” Hoshihara Ai softly pronounced Sakamoto Ken’s name.
The next second, she moved.
Hoshihara Ai not only didn’t pull away, but actively shifted her body upward, her arms wrapping around Sakamoto Ken’s neck, her whole body fitting tightly against his.
“Ken… are we fated to be entangled like this?” Her breath was warm, gently brushing Sakamoto Ken’s ear, “No matter how the process changes, the ending… is it always the same?”
Sakamoto Ken gazed at Hoshihara Ai close at hand; after all, it was the second time entering such a dream, he didn’t immediately go along with her like he did when seeing Mikazuki Haruna in the dream back then.
Sakamoto Ken looked into Hoshihara Ai’s eyes and muttered to himself with emotion: “Last time it was also such a realistic dream, dreaming of things with her back then; this time dreaming of Ai again. Am I really a scumbag?”
Hoshihara Ai heard this clearly, and her eyes instantly sharpened.
“Scumbag?” she repeated the word, moving her body closer upward, her nose tip touching Sakamoto Ken’s nose tip; as she spoke, their lips even lightly rubbed, she said, “Ken, why would you call yourself a scumbag?”
Sakamoto Ken gave a self-mocking smile and rolled over to lie on his back on the bed.
“I dated three women at the same time, then got done in by all of you; wouldn’t you say that’s a scumbag?”
Hearing this, the light in Hoshihara Ai’s eyes intensified.
Sure enough!
This phantom born from memory carried future information!
After all, in her memory of the future, Sakamoto Ken was indeed an incorrigible scumbag who got done in by them.
She immediately flipped over, straddling Sakamoto Ken’s body.
Hoshihara Ai braced her hands on either side of his chest, looking down at him from above.
“You say you dated three women at the same time?” She leaned down, getting even closer, “Then… what are the names of the other two?”
Sakamoto Ken opened his mouth, the two names almost slipping out.
But at the last moment, he abruptly stopped.
It wasn’t that he thought discussing this in the dream with Hoshihara Ai would have consequences, but…
“What nonsense,” the corner of Sakamoto Ken’s mouth hooked into a mischievous smile, “How could I be a scumbag?”
In the dream, the exact time point was uncertain, but one thing was sure: this was before the matter was exposed, so where was the scumbag? On what basis do you call me a scumbag?
He was sincere whenever he was with any one of them.
“Dating three women at the same time, and not a scumbag?” Hoshihara Ai raised an eyebrow.
“Where are these three women,” Sakamoto Ken shook his head and said, “Right now, I only like you.”
Before the words finished, he suddenly lifted his head, precisely capturing those two cool, soft lips.
Hoshihara Ai’s eyes widened instantly.
She didn’t expect this dream image generated from memory fragments to react so proactively.
Sakamoto Ken was very dominant; he pried open the girl’s tight defense and plunged straight in.
Exploring, entwining, with a sucking force that drained her brain into a blank.
Hoshihara Ai symbolically resisted a bit, but soon it was replaced by even stronger excitement.
Interesting… too interesting!
This information projection could even interact so realistically!
She no longer hesitated, closed her eyes, and began to respond passionately.
After an unknown time, until both were somewhat out of breath, they slowly separated.
Hoshihara Ai lay on Sakamoto Ken’s chest, panting slightly, her cheeks flushed.
At that moment.
“Ding ding ding ding! Ding ding ding ding!”
It was the iconic iPhone alarm sound, ringing abruptly in the room without warning.
This was the alarm Hoshihara Ai had set in reality going off.
But looking at Sakamoto Ken beneath her, he seemed completely unresponsive to the sound.
He can’t hear it?
Hoshihara Ai frowned slightly, listened for a bit, and felt the sound was directly in her mind.
No wonder Ken had no reaction.
Sure enough, he was just an information projection, a phantom decoded by my brain from future information.
He couldn’t perceive any interference from “reality.”
She had planned to sleep for half an hour and continue working, but now she changed her mind.
Hoshihara Ai ignored the alarm still echoing in her mind, letting it ring for a while until it stopped automatically.
Hoshihara Ai wrapped her arms around Sakamoto Ken’s chest, whispering in his ear: “Ken, want a drink? Red wine, or whiskey? To liven things up.”
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone~
