CHAPTER 492: CHAPTER 354: WILD LITTLE BUNNY (PART 2)

"Yes." Miyazaki Shizuka added, "But it will be very realistic."

Minamoto Tamako thought it sounded interesting. She had once read a science fiction novel called Neuromancer, published in 1984 and quite famous. The book depicted a future world filled with high technology and low quality of life, where the protagonist entered a virtual "cyberspace" through neural interfaces... She thought the "shared dream" described by Miyazaki Shizuka was very similar to the virtual world in the book.

As long as it’s fake, you can do whatever you want.

No wonder Fujimura-kun was so eager to pull her in. As expected of her good partner, he didn’t forget to call her in on this exciting opportunity!

Minamoto Tamako skimmingly read through the informed consent form, confirmed that there were no negative effects, and signed it straightforwardly.

She propped up her hands on the cushion, moved her body upwards, and lay back in the recliner.

"Want some melatonin gummies?" Miyazaki Shizuka shook a candy box, like a neighbor’s wife handing out candies for Halloween.

Fushimi Roku asked for two pieces; he had just had a nap and needed a double dose, otherwise, he was afraid he couldn’t sleep.

The two of them each took melatonin gummies, lay down side by side, and closed their eyes together.

Miyazaki Shizuka closed the room door, dimmed the chandelier, changed the fragrance, and turned on the recorder playing white noise.

Minamoto Tamako felt that the recliner was very soft, the temperature felt just right, her body gradually relaxed, sleepiness swept over her, her consciousness becoming heavier until it disappeared into the darkness.

She vaguely heard Miyazaki Shizuka’s voice, but didn’t pay attention to what she was saying.

After who knows how long, a door appeared in front of her eyes, and a voice echoed by her ear, prompting her to step forward and push that door open.

Initially, Minamoto Tamako did not realize what she was doing until she pushed the door open, and a bright light shone on her face. She suddenly realized that she was in a dream.

’What kind of dream am I having?’

Minamoto Tamako was somewhat curious.

When the strong light faded, she put her arms down, looked around, and saw herself standing in the middle of a hot spring pool, with her lower half completely soaked.

Steam wafted, the light was ambiguous, surrounded by a circle of cobblestones, the shore was pitch-black and indiscernible.

Minamoto Tamako turned around, only to see that the door she came through had disappeared, while a figure was leaning against the cobblestones, seemingly unclothed...

Startled, Minamoto Tamako stepped back, found the person familiar, then instinctively stepped forward, squinted her eyes, only to recognize that it was Fujimura-kun!

"Ah!"

She covered her eyes with her small hand, "Why aren’t you wearing clothes?!"

Unfortunately, the light was too dim, with steam and fog everywhere, Fushimi Roku was still soaking in the water, most parts couldn’t be clearly seen.

Fushimi Roku was also lucid, he knew he was dreaming, brazenly spread his arms like a bandit sitting at the gate, retorting, "What clothes do you wear for a hot spring?"

Even if Kujo Yua controls a lot, she can’t control a dream, can she?

"At least wear a pair of swim trunks!" Minamoto Tamako shouted loudly through a finger gap, "This is my dream, if I want you to wear it, you’ll wear it!"

As soon as the words fell, Fushimi Roku suddenly felt a tightness below. He looked down, only to find himself suddenly wearing a pair of pink tight-fitting swim trunks, quite flashy.

"Huh?!"

Fushimi Roku was taken aback, realizing something, he looked up again at Minamoto Tamako, who was still wearing a proper three-piece suit with a shirt.

"This is also my dream, in my dream, soaking in a hot spring doesn’t require clothing!"

Fushimi Roku thought so, but didn’t say it out loud. He stared intently at Minamoto Tamako, silently repeating it in his heart several times.

Four or five seconds later, Minamoto Tamako let out a scream, hurriedly covering her chest with her hands and squatted down in the hot spring:

"Where are my clothes?!!"

Fushimi Roku nodded contentedly, so that’s how you play it.

Minamoto Tamako reacted quickly too, blushing, staring at Fushimi Roku with shame and anger, loudly questioning if he was having such a sordid dream!

Fushimi Roku put on an innocent face, denying it repeatedly, even countering, claiming that it was Minamoto Tamako dreaming such a dream, he himself wasn’t interested in hot springs at all.

"Not interested, yet you’re soaking so happily?"

Minamoto Tamako clasped her hands together, secretly concentrating, silently chanting in her heart: ’I’m wearing a swimsuit, I’m wearing a swimsuit, I’m wearing a swimsuit’... After four or five seconds, a blue school swimsuit appeared on her, she breathed a sigh of relief, dog paddling over to the opposite side of Fushimi Roku to avoid him gazing at her lecherously.

"When did I look happy?" Fushimi Roku argued, "Do you think I’m willing to drink your bath water?"

"Hmph, if you’re unwilling, then don’t soak!" Minamoto Tamako shouted, "Such a great opportunity, and you waste it on soaking in a hot spring, what a waste!"

"Oh?"

Fushimi Roku sat upright, wondering if Minamoto Tamako also had such thoughts?

He was still pondering easing the atmosphere with a hot spring as a prelude, considering it foreplay of foreplay, waiting for the atmosphere to be just right, then both of them getting close together and rolling onto the bed wouldn’t be too late.

Unexpectedly, Minamoto Tamako also had that kind of thought. Usually appearing as an innocent little white rabbit, in private turned out to be so bold... Tsk tsk tsk, this guy even feigning modesty in the hot spring, he had already noticed Minamoto Tamako was sneakily peeking with lively eyes fixed on him!

Truly verbal aversion with physical honesty!

Well, since Minamoto Tamako agreed to have a spring dream together, she must have long been mentally prepared.

"Makes sense, then let’s change places." Fushimi Roku said.

"Now you’re talking!"

Having said that, Minamoto Tamako placed her index fingers horizontally at her temples, mimicking Ikkyū-san’s thinking posture, her fingers twirling continuously, muttering softly about the scene she wished to dream;

Fushimi Roku cooperated, closing his eyes, and began to design the next scene.

Hmm, if it was just on a bed, it would be too conventional, after all, they were in a dream, their imagination should be fully utilized...

First, a quilt made of clouds, inspired by the dream he shared with Kazama Tatsuya the night he got drunk;

Then some walls, he didn’t quite like field battles, if the environment was too large, he would feel uneasy, staying private for such things would be better;

Next, a huge floor-to-ceiling window, considering if the environment was too closed-off, it would lose some charm, shivering in front of the window might be more exciting;

Flowers, music, fragrance, red wine... nothing to be spared in increasing the ambiance.

Fushimi Roku thought it out thoroughly, lighting should preferably be purple, considering Minamoto Tamako’s peculiar taste, he added a hammock, an iron cage, and several shackles and ropes...

He visualized a tantalizing little room while keeping the one-click nude option in mind. The pink flashy trunks really bothered him, complaining about Tamako’s poor taste silently.

Everything was ready, Fushimi Roku slowly opened his eyes.

Everything was as Fushimi Roku imagined: he was naked, lying on a cloud-made quilt, the room was lit with purple light, strange gadgets filled the shelves, a hammock dangled from the ceiling, alongside flowers and red wine on the table...

The only missing element was Minamoto Tamako in the room.

She was outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a corpse lying on the lawn, surrounded by a group of investigative team members, all familiar faces: Kinosaki Shoujin, Moriyama Yasurou, Kazama Takuya, Watanabe Shun, the station chief... along with the juniors from Nakagawara Police Station.

They wore white gloves, holding forensic cameras, turning their heads along with Minamoto Tamako’s gaze, facing Fushimi Roku through the window, exchanging bewildered glances.

"..."

"..."

Click, the flash went off.

Minamoto Tamako held the forensic camera, snapping Fujimura’s picture with a press of the shutter.