CHAPTER 84: DREAM

Mina had no idea what was happening. After calming the turbulent emotions in her heart, she reached out her hand to Jake’s penis again. Even through the layers of his pants and underwear, Mina could feel the heat and hardness of his penis.

Moreover, as she carefully stroked it, Jake’s penis gradually grew larger. This tangible sense of fullness convinced Mina that Jake was erect.

"Could men still have reactions while asleep?"

"Or is Jake actually awake?"

Mina tested Jake for a while, dismissing the latter possibility.

Jake was definitely asleep, but how could this be explained? Well, it also provided a perfect opportunity to observe his reactions.

Her fingers resting on his penis began to rub more forcefully.

In the dream.

The study was filled with the seductive, high-pitched moans of lust.

Jake spread his mother-in-law’s proud, long legs clad in black stockings to the limits of her body’s flexibility. Pressing his hands against the plump inner thighs, the shiny black patent leather stilettos floated wildly in the air, their glossy surfaces reflecting the depraved, incestuous love between the two under the study’s lamplight.

Jake worked tirelessly like a pile driver, thrusting his waist with the vigor of a stud. Each time his penis plunged deep into his mother-in-law’s core, their pubic bones collided perfectly. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh grew louder with every thrust, each penetration fueled by Jake’s vented rage and swelling desire.

"Say it, how could a mother treat her son like this?"

"Ugh... don’t... please... I was wrong..."

"Let you go? When did you ever let me go? Tell me, who’s better, me or your useless husband?"

"Ah... slower... it’s full... it’s full..."

"Oh? Still playing tough, huh?" Jake released his mother-in-law’s legs, speeding up his thrusts while roughly tearing open her blouse. He yanked off her bra, gripping the pink nipples that defied her age, pinching and twisting the stiff, swollen buds as he continued his interrogation: "Say it, you slutty mother-in-law, hurry up!"

"Oh... it hurts... stop twisting..."

"Say it!" Jake worked both ends relentlessly.

"No... oh... no..."

"Now? Faster!"

"Ah... too deep... no..."

"Ugh... you’re better... you’re better... so much better than my husband..."

"Heh, good. I’m about to cum. Call me Daddy!"

"Don’t..."

"Say it!"

"Ugh... fine... Daddy..."

"Louder, keep saying it!"

"Daddy... oh... my good son-in-law... I’m ovulating today... don’t... please..."

"Ah, you slutty mother-in-law, your filthy pussy... here I come!"

...

Meanwhile, inside Jake’s rented room, a gift box placed on the counter began shaking violently. Golden light seeped out from the tiny gaps around the box.

As the shaking intensified, the lid suddenly flew open. Dazzling golden light flooded the room, turning it as bright as daylight. A halo of white light, reminiscent of a Bodhisattva’s aura, enveloped an electric shaver.

The electric shaver hovered high above the box, slowly rotating at first under the faint glow. But as the light grew stronger, illuminating every other object in the bedroom, the rotation sped up until the shaver lost its original form, becoming nothing more than a blurry white mass.

After a full ten minutes, the light gradually faded from the electric shaver, followed by an abrupt disintegration. The sound of internal components breaking apart echoed with a series of sharp "clicks."

By the time the light vanished completely, the last trace was the elongated shadow of the shaver cast on the white wall. Then, all its parts fell perfectly back into the box. The lid snapped shut on its own, returning to its original position without a trace, as if nothing had ever happened.

...

Mina grew increasingly uneasy as she touched Jake. The temperature of his penis had reached an unbelievable level in an instant, and its size was still expanding.

"No way, how is this possible?"

The next moment, Jake’s reaction confirmed her suspicions. His heavy breathing inexplicably grew rougher, accompanied by the abnormal response of his penis.

Before Mina could react, Jake’s scorching semen instantly soaked through his pants. Mina felt a sudden warmth on her index finger, immediately coated in a thick, sticky fluid.

Her thumb instinctively rubbed against her other fingers. That slippery, viscous sensation left no room for doubt.

"Jake had a wet dream!"

Just one step away from climax, Jake’s erotic dream came to an abrupt end.

Dazed, he became vaguely aware of the wet heat between his legs. Jake’s eyes flew open, but everything was pitch black.

After a brief moment of confusion, he remembered he was lying in bed with Sister Mina. The sticky discomfort in his pants was undeniable. Jake fumbled for his phone in the dark, turning on the flashlight. First, he shone it on his crotch, confirming that the borrowed sleep pants from Alexon were damp around the groin area. He had indeed ejaculated.

Then, he directed the light toward the bed to check on Mina. Seeing her seemingly asleep, he sighed in relief and hurriedly left the room.

Hearing Jake leave, Mina also turned on her phone’s flashlight, pulling out a tissue from her bag to wipe her fingers. The scent of Jake’s youthful hormones lingered on her fingertips. Curious, she sniffed it—a faintly musky odor, nothing more.

Lifting the covers, Mina checked the bed. Fortunately, there were no traces of semen, though the pillow Jake had used was soaked with sweat.

"Youth really is something. I wonder if it was because of me." Satisfied with her curiosity, Mina finally settled down to sleep.

In the bathroom.

The bathroom at Sunshine Orphanage was quite spacious. Jake stood in front of one of the mirrors, having already cleaned the semen off his lower body. However, without a fresh pair of underwear, he could only change his sleep pants and wait for them to air-dry.

More troubling than the wet dream was its content. This was the second time Jake had dreamed of his mother-in-law, and both times the scenes were unbearably obscene.

Staring at his sweat-beaded forehead in the mirror, Jake fell into unprecedented panic. Since when had his mother-in-law started appearing in his dreams?

It wasn’t his first time meeting her, so why were these "nightmares" so vivid?

Science suggests that during a normal night’s rest, people typically have four to five dreams, though most are forgotten. Only a few, the ones that feel intensely real, leave any impression.

But Jake’s dreams were baffling. He could still recall the sensation of his mother-in-law’s ample breasts, barely within reach, and the image of pounding her on the table was etched into his mind. No matter how hard he tried to forget, the hyper-realistic memory clung to him like a stubborn stain.

"Perhaps dreams are all the opposite." Jake comforted himself in this way.

He turned on the faucet, washed his face with cold water, and reduced the heat in his body to the lowest level before walking back to the room.

The room was much warmer than outside, but Jake stopped in his tracks.

He looked toward the bed in the darkness, thought for a moment, took a jacket, and walked out again.

Soon, Jake sat at the highest point of the slide where the children usually played.

He took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, flicked it skillfully, and one jumped out. He put it in his mouth, tilted his head to light it, and the taste of tobacco flooded his mouth. He took a deep drag and exhaled a smoke ring slowly. At this moment, his heart was unprecedentedly calm.

It had been a cloudy night, but now the clouds parted, and moonlight spilled into the yard, outlining the slide and Jake’s silhouette.

Jake stared blankly at the sky, his mind empty.

Jake stared blankly at the sky, his mind empty.

Yet the dream of fucking his mother in law was still vivid in his mind. Not only that, he had also wet dreamed next to Sister Mina.

Fortunately, she hadn’t noticed.

Aside from his girlfriend Mia, including his younger aunt Taylor, Manager Mina, and mother in law Yana... to varying degrees, Jake was forming strange connections with these stunning beauties.

Thinking about the bizarre encounters he’d had recently, could it be some kind of blessing from his biological parents?

Jake shook his head in denial, took two more puffs in succession, and savored the momentary spiritual redemption the tobacco brought him.

"Dad, Mom, I’m really curious why you abandoned me back then. Were you too poor? Or was I just a product of sex in your eyes?"

"But Dad Alexon raised me to adulthood despite all the hardships!"