strictlysupreme Chapter 163 Arthur's Dream
Chapter 163 Arthur's Dream
Arthur started dreaming.
His previous sleep was often spent in a dreamless, deathly silence, but tonight, he fell asleep.
He realized he was dreaming, but he also lost control of his body.
The feeling of being fully conscious but completely out of control of his body during a "lucid dream" was something he had never experienced before.
In the dream, it was late at night, and the location was a luxuriously furnished but unfamiliar room.
The air was filled with a strange floral fragrance that was so rich it was almost cloying.
With each breath, it felt as if some sweet yet deadly toxin seeped into Arthur's limbs and bones through his trachea, robbing him of his reason.
He felt like an observer of his own body, or a puppet being pulled on strings, forced to watch helplessly as his limbs performed actions he never imagined he would do.
There are three people in the room.
The image was blurry, as if looking at the world through a layer of glass shrouded in a thin mist, with all the scenes carrying a bizarre and distorted quality.
Arthur watched with a horrified, almost detached perspective as his own body sat on a large, messy bed.
Beside him, a woman was lying on her side on the edge of the bed.
She was naked, her blurred skin covered in fine beads of sweat, and she was watching quietly, in a weak posture, everything that was happening in the center of the bed.
But Arthur's attention was completely focused on what was in front of him.
He and another woman were embracing tightly.
No, that can no longer be considered a hug.
The woman was sitting face to face with him.
Arthur was utterly horrified.
He found himself with his hands tightly wrapped around the other person's waist.
There was absolutely no pity whatsoever.
The two were so close that they could hear each other's breaths, and he felt a kind of pleasure that sent shivers down his spine.
At the same time, deep down he was frantically denying this feeling.
It's so strange, so twisted.
"stop……"
Arthur roared with rage in his heart, trying to stop this absurd act of violence.
But his body seemed to have been forcibly taken over by some higher-dimensional law.
He couldn't stop.
Even though he was screaming inside, even though he wanted to let go, the body continued to operate ruthlessly according to a predetermined trajectory.
Was it plunder? Or some kind of deep-seated obsession?
Then, he finally saw the woman's eyes clearly.
Those were eyes as clear as amethyst.
The previously blurry face became visible in the dim light.
Those purple eyes held an infinite springtime feeling, and a hint of humility that bordered on the dust... a desperate plea.
"Stop..."
She wanted him to stop.
Arthur couldn't hear the words, but he understood the look in the eyes.
That desperate plea struck him like a hammer blow to the heart, but his body was like a mindless beast, showing no mercy.
Was it all because I was using my power to force her?
He felt a strong, physical nausea.
How could I be this kind of person?
This despicable behavior of coercing others and placing oneself above their suffering is something that is absolutely unacceptable according to the principles of being a human being!
Unforgivable!
Damn it! Stop it!
Anger, shame, and a nauseating pleasure that even in anger could not be contained exploded in Arthur's heart.
Intense self-loathing and uncontrollable illicit pleasure clashed violently in his mind, almost tearing his soul apart.
This is definitely not an ordinary dream.
This eerie feeling of having his reason forcibly taken away sent chills down his spine.
Time seemed to have lost its meaning.
Arthur's chest suddenly contracted, and he exhaled deeply.
His body, which was out of his control, finally stopped.
The woman in his arms collapsed onto the bed as if she had lost her grip.
At that moment, Arthur saw clearly the long hair that cascaded down the sheets like a waterfall.
silver.
It flowed with a silvery light as cold as moonlight, yet so dazzling at this moment.
She has the exact same silver hair as the girl named Lily downstairs.
……
"Huff... huff..."
Rapid breathing echoed in the quiet bedroom.
Arthur suddenly opened his eyes and sat stiffly on the bed.
Cold sweat had soaked through his pajamas, trickling down his forehead to his neck, bringing a chill.
The first rays of dawn were just breaking through the window.
The time was neither too early nor too late, just right for his biological clock, six o'clock sharp.
At this time of day, he would usually be washing up and preparing breakfast for the group, as well as lunchboxes for Aoko and Arisu to take to school.
But at this moment, Arthur was just sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed.
The absurd dream in my mind did not disappear upon waking; instead, it remained as clear as if branded onto my nerves.
The strange floral scent, the lingering slippery feel on my fingertips, and those pleading purple eyes... everything felt so real it sent chills down my spine.
Everything in the dream—every movement, every inch of temperature, even the conflicting emotions torn between anger and pleasure—is as clear as if it had just happened in reality.
He tried to convince himself that it was just a bizarre nightmare.
But when the name "Lily" came to mind, the intense sense of incongruity felt like a thorn stuck in his body.
Although the exact appearances of the two women in the dream were unclear, their silver hair and purple eyes had become irrefutable evidence.
One of them is definitely Lily!
If this is really just a baseless dream, why does the girl with purple eyes and silver hair feel so real to him?
Why did the woman he treated roughly in his dream cause him a pain as if his soul had been ripped away?
Arthur lowered his head, looking at his hands, which seemed to retain some kind of tactile sensation from the dream, his eyes filled with confusion and self-doubt.
Is this really a dream?
Or is it that such a shameful past, which crossed the line, truly existed in my sealed memories?
Or perhaps... something unseen sneaked into his room silently last night?
Arthur buried his face in his large hands, lost in unprecedented confusion and bewilderment.
Downstairs, Lily was staying in a guest room on the first floor.
At this moment, for the first time, Arthur felt an indescribable resistance to the approaching morning.
He didn't know how he would face Lily when he went downstairs and saw her.
Especially when facing those pure purple eyes again, what kind of expression should she use to hide... these hands full of "sin"?