Chapter 193 : She Is Guilty

“Ugh…”

Milly snapped her eyes open as the faint morning light filtered through the sheer curtains and spilled into the room.

It was a little piercing.

‘Have I finally escaped that dream and woken up?’

Honestly, it was one thing to remember every detail of the dream so vividly, but not being able to wake herself up intentionally was another matter entirely.

‘Whose dream was that, anyway?’

Her mind involuntarily drifted back to the end of the dream, where she had been unable to stop herself from letting out those slightly lewd gasps while her body was bound.

In the dream, Stacy’s fingertips had been pressed against her lower abdomen, inching downward, reaching for her most mysterious place.

She had pressed her body tight against Milly’s, as if she were pinning her down in reality.

“Little Milly was the one who taught me all of this, you know.”

The memory of those words, accompanied by warm breath against her ear, made Milly jolt in alarm.

Cold sweat drenched her back, soaking her nightgown.

That dream was a bad sign.

She had previously suspected that Stacy’s future self becoming the way she was might have something to do with her.

Now, she had just heard her dream-self say those very words.

‘It couldn’t be that my guess was actually correct, could it? Is that woman really being influenced by me?’

‘No, no, no… that’s not right.’

‘At most, this would only make her interested in my body.’

‘As for how she mutated from a normal program into a virus, that can’t be explained away by mere influence.’

‘Stacy must have gone through something traumatic.’

‘But whatever she went through…’ Milly wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

‘It has nothing to do with me anymore, and I have no interest in digging into it.’

‘Alright, I’m awake. Time to get up.’

It was only at that moment that Milly realized there was an extra weight on her body, pressing down on her uncomfortably.

No wonder she had felt that suffocating sensation of being bound by tentacles in her dream.

Someone from her dream had manifested in reality.

Milly looked at the silver-haired Saintess who was currently clinging to her like an octopus, and for a moment, she was left speechless.

‘This girl…’

‘Is Stacy’s sleeping posture always this terrible, regardless of which version she is?’

This bed was enormous.

Why couldn’t Stacy stay on her own side?

Instead, in the middle of the night, she had seemingly found her prey and locked onto Milly’s body like a cephalopod.

Looking around the bed, there weren’t even any pillows or bolsters for her to hug.

‘Did she just develop a habit of needing to hold onto something to sleep?’

‘I have to push her off…’

Her body, which had been pinned down all night, felt numb.

Milly tried to raise her arm to shove Stacy away—ideally right off the bed.

It wasn’t high enough for her to get hurt; the fall would just wake her up.

However, her numb arms couldn’t muster any strength.

Moreover, this girl’s fingers were quite restless even in her sleep.

Milly watched as the sleeping Stacy shifted her posture, her fingertips reaching for Milly’s delicate neck.

That unconscious touch seemed to be feeding directly into Stacy’s own dream.

“So soft… Little Milly is so soft… so fragrant…”

“I want to eat her up in one bite… ehehehehehe…”

Hearing this, Milly felt her secondhand embarrassment reaching terminal levels.

‘What on earth is she dreaming about?’

If she could record this tone of voice and play it back for the nuns in the cathedral, the holy image of the Saintess would probably crumble instantly.

As expected, Stacy was never a serious person.

She had thought the Saintess version would be upright and proper, but it turned out she was just suppressing her natural instincts this whole time.

‘She’s clearly been holding it in for way too long.’

Milly had only intended to play a small prank on her, but it seemed she had inadvertently added fuel to the fire, helping her liberate her true nature.

She really wished she could record this scene.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have any image-recording magic or devices on hand.

‘Wait, why are you moving your hand lower?!’

‘Stop it right now!’

But unfortunately, her body was uniquely weak against Stacy’s touch.

The moment she was touched, her sensitive body began to go limp.

‘I can’t just wait for her to wake up on her own. That’s absolutely not an option!’

Milly struggled to pull her hand free and pointed her finger at Stacy’s face.

She was weak, but she could still manage to poke her cheek.

If she couldn’t push her, she would poke her awake.

If that didn’t work, Milly would have to try poking somewhere else.

Besides, Stacy started this. Milly was only counterattacking in self-defense.

“Wake up. Hey, Stacy, wake up!”

After being poked repeatedly in the cheek, Stacy finally opened her eyes groarily.

“Mmm… good morning, Milly.”

She rubbed her sleepy eyes. She had slept in this bed for a long time, but she had never had a night as comfortable as this one.

Not only was it soft, but it also carried a pleasant fragrance that made her want to close her eyes and sink back into her unfinished dream.

Although what happened in the dream was a bit difficult to talk about, it was just a dream after all. There was no harm in indulging in a few fantasies, right?

It wasn’t until she stopped rubbing her eyes and looked down that Stacy finally discovered the cause of everything.

“Milly? W-w-why?”

Could it be that she hadn’t actually woken up and was still inside the dream?

However, the sensation against her hands didn’t feel fake.

She had woken up specifically because she heard Milly’s voice.

The reality was that she was pinning Milly down, clinging to her body like an octopus.

Because of her movements, Milly’s nightgown was completely disheveled, revealing a glimpse of her white panties.

Her upper body was also a mess; the shoulder straps on both sides had slipped down, exposing her fair shoulders.

Looking further down, she could even see the slight curves of Milly’s modest chest.

“I… no… I…”

The sight immediately rendered the Saintess incoherent.

Given Milly’s state, it wouldn’t be surprising if someone claimed Stacy had done something unspeakable to her in her sleep.

Looking at the beet-red face of the Saintess, Milly couldn’t help but sigh and rub her forehead.

‘Anyway, just get off me first. This is really uncomfortable.’

“I-I’m sorry.”

She… she really didn’t know why things had turned out like this.

Could it be that the reason those unmentionable scenes happened in her dreams was because they were a reflection of reality?

‘I… I… I am guilty.’

Stacy couldn’t believe what her subconscious mind had driven her to do to Milly while she was asleep.

“Hey, Stacy.”

“Yes! I’m here!”

After rolling off Milly, Stacy stiffened the moment she heard her name called.

She looked like she was about to kneel down and apologize.

Although she didn’t know exactly what had happened last night, the state of Milly’s clothes said enough.

“Has your sleeping posture always been this bad?”

“Eh?”

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