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Arc II - Many Firsts [Chapter 4: Pandora's Box]

They come closer and closer. By the time, they are already standing in my cum up to their ankles. Their conjuring chanting gets louder and louder each time, "It won't stop! It won't stop!!"

Until it screams directly into my ear: "IT WON'T STOP!"

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I wake up violently with a racing heart.

Fortunately, it doesn't take long for me to realize that it was just a dream. No idea what time it is, either way, it's still dark and I have to switch the light on. I'm sweaty, which is not the only circumstance that makes me feel gross.

My hand is...No, or?!

When I fold the blanket aside, the whole picture of shame is laid bare to me. Seriously now?!

Apparently, I've touched myself in sleep, because my boxer shorts don't sit and half of my penis is sticking out at their top.

I've obviously sprinkled my load. Urgh, it's all sticky. A big load.

The stains of shame feel to be everywhere. I groan annoyed and plop back down.

My heart is calming down now, but the memories of the dream are still fresh and vivid. Maybe this might be cringe, but I activate my secondary as I recap this very one. For the record. Ehm, might be worth remembering at some point?

And well, I usually forget my dreams.

After the memory back-up is completed, I analyze a little.

What the hell was THIS of a dream?! Oh God, sure that it was my first dirty dream involving Kacchan - with the addendum: 'which I remember'.

The question is, why am I dreaming about something sexual with him? I blush at myself and the potential meaning behind this. Then I shake my head in disbelief. But why something so bizarre? Makes me uncertain whether to log it as a nice wet dream or a crazy nightmare. Guess it turned me on, otherwise I wouldn't have an orgasm for real. I'm confused. Even if it was just a dream, what did I want to process with it?

I yawn. Now that my adrenaline level is going down again, my tiredness comes to the fore. I check the time on my HeCom.

Three hours before my alarm rings?!

I groan. Pissed and tired, I get rid of the stickiness on my body and make short process with the comforter using just minimal invasive measures.

Afterwards, I snuggle up again.

Hopefully, I don't continue dreaming this dream now and drown in my own cum.

[Next Wednesday, in my shower cubicle]

I emit a deep, satisfied moan, push my foreskin back forward and release my member from my hand. The orgasm was as good as ever.

Then, sighing, I turn the tap back on and take a shower for real.

While I soap myself up, I investigate my emotional world.

And well, what can I say? Since my confusing wet dream a few days ago, my horniness has reawakened. Which has led to me masturbating again. Moreover, my teenager hormones are going crazy.

That's all Kacchan's fault! He is to blame, definitely! I mean, why did he have to be so careless that one night and let me catch him doing...stuff? Couldn't they have gone to his room quicker? I blush hard at the thought of the view during that smutty scene. In general, it was the first time I'd ever witnessed something like that Live. And I just saw EVERYTHING!

Even without the use of my secondary, I would probably never have forgotten this sight. Yes, I had activated it for safety's sake; it was like a reflex. I know...what a dumb reason to risk messing up my brain even more.