The Unspeakable Dream

Ming Yu had a profoundly strange dream.

No, rather than strange, it was utterly unspeakable.

In this bizarre dream, she initially watched herself teaching Little Nightingale from a god’s-eye perspective, feeling a sense of bewilderment.

Then, inexplicably, she transformed into a cat, cradled and petted by an oblivious Little Nightingale. Meanwhile, another “Ming Yu,” holding a book, lectured eloquently.

“Throwing, as one of humanity’s most fundamental and effective methods of attack, with its trajectories and underlying physics, is a key focus of the selection exam.”

“From the past, when bamboo spears were thrown by hand and stones by simple devices, to later using gunpowder to launch cannonballs and fuel to propel missiles, the form of throwing has evolved, yet its essence remains unchanged.”

“Therefore, many weapons and pieces of equipment are conceived and designed with ‘throwing’ at their core…”

“But to return to the main topic…”

Little Nightingale listened intently, all the while nonchalantly stroking the cat. A faint, almost imperceptible curve graced her lips.

The Little Nightingale in the dream seemed keenly aware of which spots were sensitive, her hands moving with a bold assertiveness. An unprecedented wave of pleasure numbed Ming Yu’s mind, rendering her almost immobile.

She could only manage a symbolic, ‘Meow, meow’ in response.

‘Was I being treated as Luna?’

Ming Yu couldn’t fathom why she was having such a dream, only that the environment felt incredibly real and the sensory stimulation intensely powerful. She wanted to call out to Little Nightingale, to signal her to stop, but the words that reached her lips transformed into adorable meows, leaving her bewildered.

It felt as if a purgatory of pleasure reached out a great hand, dragging Ming Yu, utterly naive in certain matters, attempting to ensnare her within its depths.

‘What exactly is happening?’

Ming Yu gritted her teeth, enduring. Her will, honed over years, struggled against the physical sensations, instinctively resisting becoming a puppet of desire.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly.

Ming Yu’s consciousness felt somewhat blurred by the onslaught, yet she stubbornly clung to her core self.

Concurrently, Little Nightingale, unable to breach the defenses, pursed her lips, sighing inwardly.

Everything she had done was to allow Ming Yu to shed her burdens in the dream, to grow close to her without any barriers. However, she had underestimated Ming Yu’s willpower.

‘As expected of Ming Yu.’

‘In that case, I’ll have to initiate Plan B.’

Solid fortresses, after all, are often breached from within.

****

Amidst a wave of disorientation, Ming Yu felt as if she were experiencing symptoms of schizophrenia, as two distinct perspectives suddenly emerged in her mind.

‘Wait, this is…’

She abruptly realized that she could control the body associated with one of those perspectives – the “Ming Yu” who was lecturing Little Nightingale.

At this moment, she was like one soul inhabiting two bodies: capable of controlling the human form while simultaneously experiencing the intense pleasure emanating from the white cat.

Ming Yu gazed at Little Nightingale, who was petting the white cat before her, and swallowed hard. She wanted to stop the other’s actions but couldn’t think of a reason.

Just then, Little Nightingale suddenly inquired:

“Ming Yu, what’s wrong?”

“No, I… let’s continue. Where were we…”

“The decomposition of curvilinear motion…”

“Oh, right, right, I think that was it…”

“Ming Yu, are you… feeling unwell?”

Despite her hands moving with increasing intensity, Little Nightingale feigned complete ignorance, leaning her head forward with a look of concern.

“If you’re tired, you should rest a bit.”

“No, I’m fine… By the way, Little Nightingale, could you let me hold Luna for a moment?”

“Hm? Luna?”

“Yes… Lu-Luna…”

“Why do you suddenly want to hold Luna~?”

Little Nightingale’s tone became subtly suggestive. She tried to coax Ming Yu’s true thoughts out, hoping she would be more candid.

“Why… uh…”

“Is it because you want to feel more comfortable~?”

“Uh, yes, hurry and give her to me…”

Ming Yu’s endurance was reaching its limit, her voice tinged with urgency.

Seeing this, Little Nightingale approached, holding the white cat, and smiled faintly.

“Alrighty then~”

With that, she unhesitatingly handed the cat to Ming Yu.

Just as Ming Yu thought the pleasure would finally end, her consciousness was abruptly stripped away. She could no longer control the human body, leaving only the intense pleasure from the white cat to consume her will.

The “Ming Yu” in the dream took the cat, utterly delighted, and immediately began to display her masterful petting skills. It was the same sequence of moves: massaging the head and neck, scratching the waist and belly, stroking the rump and back… and finally, teasing the lithe, graceful tail.

She simply loved petting cats.

****

The next morning, Ming Yu opened her heavy eyelids and crawled out of bed. Her neck, shoulders, waist, and back all felt incredibly sore, her ears were burning, and she felt utterly uncomfortable.

‘It must be that I’ve been too exhausted lately, leading to extreme physical fatigue and mental issues.’

The mere thought of last night’s captivating dream caused her cheeks to flush instantly, her pupils trembling slightly.

‘Turning into a cat and being petted and played with by myself, to the point of fainting from pleasure – how could I have such a dream?’

It was strange, too strange.

She wondered if Little Nightingale, who had slept beside her last night, had noticed anything unusual about her. Speaking of which, where was Little Nightingale?

Ming Yu took several deep breaths, temporarily suppressing the lingering sensual thoughts. She expertly composed herself and glanced around.

Little Nightingale had actually woken up earlier than her?

‘Wait, did I do something last night that kept Little Nightingale from sleeping well all night?’

Ming Yu suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

Pushing aside her messy silver hair that obscured her vision, she quickly tidied her appearance, then pushed open the door. Her eyes immediately fell upon Little Nightingale, bustling near the dining table.

The fried toast, shelled boiled eggs, and steaming milk – the breakfast Ming Yu usually prepared had been learned by Little Nightingale, down to every detail. Despite her eyes being unable to see, Little Nightingale had risen early to prepare breakfast for her.

Ming Yu found it difficult not to be moved.

In that instant, all her fatigue and soreness seemed to vanish into thin air, and an enduring warmth swelled in her chest.

****

Beholding the heartfelt breakfast Little Nightingale had prepared for her, Ming Yu quickly devoured it completely, letting out a soft burp. Then, she smiled warmly at Little Nightingale, watching her nibble on her toast like a tiny hamster.

‘She’s getting cuter and cuter.’

A strange sense of joy welled up in her heart; she was genuinely happy for the girl’s growth and changes.

As she savored the moment, Ming Yu suddenly blinked, remembering something she needed to ask Little Nightingale. Perhaps Little Nightingale could answer her questions about psionic energy.

“By the way, Little Nightingale, about that matter…”

“…”

When Ming Yu mentioned “that matter,” Little Nightingale subconsciously linked it to last night’s prank, and her heart instantly tightened.

‘Did Ming Yu find out?’

‘No, she couldn’t have. She definitely couldn’t have found out…’

‘Even if she did, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t do anything…’

‘Yes, I didn’t do anything…’

The thought of last night’s events made Little Nightingale feel a sudden wave of dejection. She had never imagined that the intoxicating numbness she found so addictive would fail to sway Ming Yu’s will, only exhausting her until she fainted.

‘As expected of Ming Yu.’

In Little Nightingale’s eyes, Ming Yu’s already flawless image became even more perfect. Such a Ming Yu was like an addictive poison, drawing her deeper into its thrall.

Seeing Little Nightingale’s lack of response, Ming Yu tilted her head in confusion and asked again.

“You were also present that day when we dealt with the giant serpent.”

“Do you have any insights regarding psionic energy?”

“Oh, so it was… that matter…”

Little Nightingale clasped her chest, her racing heart gradually settling.