The Goddess’s Confession and a Dream’s Reality

“Ling Jiu, do you like me?”

“Eh, why do you ask that?”

A gentle breeze ruffled the water, scattering the reflections into a river of stars.

The Goddess and I were drifting in a small boat across a calm, expansive lake, where the heavens met the earth, pouring down a sky full of stars.

As we glided through the dazzling starlight, it felt as though we could reach out and pluck the boundless stars.

Fireflies danced all around us, their faint, elusive glow illuminating the silver-haired girl.

Her white dress swayed in the breeze, making her appear like a dreamlike, unattainable phantom.

Yet, her voice was so incredibly clear that I could even hear her soft breaths.

The Goddess’s clear eyes were brimming with a gentle smile, a radiant expression that melted away her usual ice-cold demeanor.

“Why? Perhaps I simply wanted to ask?”

“Honestly… how am I supposed to answer such a casual question?”

Her brilliant smile instantly eclipsed the stars, shining silently in the darkness like a faint glimmer from the depths of the Milky Way.

I lowered my face, and after a long moment, finally mustered the courage to say, “I like…”

“I can’t hear you.”

“I like…”

“I still can’t hear you. Louder.”

“I like you!”

“Haha, it’s so fun to tease you.”

The silver-haired girl’s hand glided across the lake, the ripples disturbing the stars and, indeed, my heart.

With a tone of relief, she said softly, “Ling Jiu, do you know how long I’ve waited for you to say that?”

“Eh?”

She leaned close to my ear, her gentle voice like a soft bite on my earlobe. “Actually, I like you too.”

“!?”

The girl’s soft breath made my entire body flush with heat, and the reciprocated confession left me utterly flustered.

It was too unbelievable, almost as if I were in a dream…

Wait, a dream?

I looked up, and the Goddess’s smile took on a terrifying quality.

“Ling Jiu, do you know what ‘nice boat’ means?”

Seeing this, I actually felt a wave of relief.

I knew it. How could a simp like me have such a romantic experience with the Goddess?

This plot twist… Never mind. I love you, do as you please.

I boldly embraced her slender, delicate form, closing my eyes in bliss.

To have physical contact with the Goddess, even if the scene turned a bit gruesome, I wouldn’t regret it at all.

I just hoped that this time, I wouldn’t drag the dream’s content into reality.

“Ugh…”

The pain of a hard object piercing my body almost made me pass out instantly. My damaged organs made me cough up a mouthful of blood.

Seeing my pained expression, the Goddess said, her voice filled with tenderness, “Ling Jiu, does it hurt? Will you hate me because of this?”

I forced out a smile. “Of course not. I’ve been quite happy being a simp.”

As she continued to stab me with the knife, she earnestly admonished me, “Don’t keep being a simp. You’re truly excellent. See, didn’t you confess properly to others?”

“So, I’m being ‘nice boated’ because of my confession?”

“Of course not. It’s just because I want to be with you forever. Life is too lonely; let’s go to another world together, okay?”

The Goddess’s bitter and forlorn expression tightened my heart. I wanted to comfort her, but found my mouth full of blood, unable to utter a single word.

Cough, cough. You’re not supposed to be a yandere. Is there really a need to love to death?

Indeed, I shouldn’t randomly fantasize about the Goddess, or beautiful dreams turn into nightmares.

Perhaps next time I fantasize, I should try a different character setting. How about a childhood friend? No, no, a fated encounter from above would be better…

Massive blood loss gradually blurred my vision. The Goddess’s white dress, stained with blood, was as enchanting and beautiful as a blooming spider lily. The way she raised the cleaver, however, made her look quite like a corrupted Rena Ryugu.

Although the scene was gruesome and bizarre, I analyzed it calmly.

From the definition of lucid dreams to Freud’s The Interpretation of Dreams and even psychoanalysis, my drowsy brain worked at full capacity, trying to understand why such a bizarre situation appeared in my dream.

The Goddess in my dream might be a projection of my inner self. The change in her personality might be due to excessive psychological stress, leading to a slight character breakdown of the Goddess in my dream.

Ah, I suddenly feel so cold. This dream is far too real…

“Time to get up, time to get up! Anyone still in bed at this hour is a lazy dog…”

Woken by my phone alarm, I opened my eyes to the familiar ceiling, and couldn’t help but shed tears.

Fck!*

Couldn’t I have just kept dreaming?

Although I didn’t know why the scene had turned so grotesque, I still wanted to spend more time with the Goddess. Even knowing it was a dream, it was still a date with the Goddess.

I stretched out my hand, trying to recall the feel of the Goddess’s body, but it just didn’t feel right.

So I solemnly placed my hand on my own body, moving it slowly. Although there was fabric, the soft sensation was clearly transmitted to my nerve endings, making my body feel slightly aroused…

Ah, ah, wait, no, I can’t, this feeling…

I quickly stopped the urge to explore my body further.

How terrifying! This body’s sensitivity is too high! I merely rubbed my skin a couple of times, not even reaching any sensitive areas, yet the stimulation was so intense.

If I encountered a pervert on the train or an experienced driver, wouldn’t I succumb on the spot?

And thinking about certain adult comics, curiosity about that is often the beginning of corruption. Even in gender-bender comics, the way to break a male’s will is by stimulating the pleasure in his body.

I’m not some masochist; I absolutely don’t want to be ‘trained’ by some random person!

Of course, good kids who don’t understand what I’m talking about don’t need to ask. This is a super wholesome work, and there will absolutely, absolutely be no lewd content or highly anticipated scenes!

No, I must keep my heart as still as water, like Liu Xiahui remaining unmoved by temptation.

To maintain my self, I cannot succumb to shallow desires.

A gentleman is cautious when alone.

Restraint is humanity’s means of survival against various threats.

In the face of survival, desire can be overcome! Like the Cuban Missile Crisis, both sides exercised restraint in the face of imminent nuclear war.

Ascetics can control their desires because they overcome worldly desires with an intense longing for desirelessness.

The simplest way to overcome one desire is to suppress it with another, stronger desire; this too is a form of restraint.

Although Ling Chen has disappeared to who knows where, Ling Jiu, you must not forget the joy of always being ready to ‘climax’!

Ling Chen said that girls experience a hundred times more pleasure than boys, but I absolutely refuse to believe it!

Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth. To thoroughly overthrow authority, I must slap them in the face with factual evidence!

So, my opening the forbidden door is by no means an unbearable craving after dreaming of the Goddess, but rather to further strengthen my conviction!

I opened a secretly taken photo of the Goddess; her exquisite profile made me excitedly writhe in bed.

Deep breaths, relax muscles, suppress my excitement, allowing myself to achieve a state of clear mind and inner realization, where reality is created by the heart.

Yes, I am not succumbing to base desires, but rather seeking to understand my enemy.

Towards the direction where sunlight streamed through the curtain’s gap, I reached out to block the light.

In this moment, I felt like I had transformed into the Dark Knight. But what I had to fight was not a city, but the desires that humanity could never eradicate!

Ah, my quintuplet harem, the second one has already betrayed me, but you, my equally intimate comrades, even if you transform into completely different forms, still choose to accompany me in facing new challenges.

“Here, in the name of the Emperor of Impulse, I order all of you!”

“—Ascend to New Heights 1208!”

Despite all that, the core idea was only one:

Enough talk, I’m going to ‘climax’!

“Sister, aren’t you up yet? I’ve almost finished cooking.”

Ling Chen pushed open the door and immediately saw me, cheeks flushed, about to achieve life’s great harmony through practical means.

Seeing his sister in such a state, he immediately closed his eyes, sighed softly, and shut the door.

“My apologies.”

Shame completely overwhelmed me. With such irrefutable evidence, I couldn’t find any reason to defend myself.

“Ahhhhh! Ling Chen, don’t misunderstand, it’s not what you think!”

Ling Chen pulled open a tiny crack in the door, and in a gentle tone, as if comforting a sister getting married, he said,

“Sister, you’re an adult now. I won’t disturb your good deed. But a friendly reminder: before you ‘get handsy,’ pay attention to that thing men care about. Please don’t let joy turn into sorrow.”

“Wuwuwu, please, stop twisting the knife…”