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Chapter 612

Day 127 – Morning, White Weirdo Inn

I had a long, long dream. And in that long dream… it was insanely erotic! It must’ve been Highschool Boy-san’s pent-up frustration manifesting into his desires, vividly painted into the dream by Wisdom-san, so disturbingly lifelike it was almost real. Yeah, no, I mustn’t remember it! I can’t even look the girls in the eye. It was intense… like some kind of Shangri-La version of the Bejeweled Flesh-Pool Carnival, an orgiastic Walpurgis Night turned wild banquet free-for-all… ack, if I remember more, I’ll lose consciousness!

Thankfully, it seems there was no accidental misfire during the dream… huh? I could’ve sworn I wore navy blue boxers to bed… weren’t they gray? Wait, am I just getting senile or something? I must be exhausted!

And now, a feast is laid out before me for a late breakfast, packed with handmade dishes from the girls. I thought they