Chapter 192 : Wait, Isn’t This Her Dream?

“Ugh…”

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Milly propped herself up, feeling that she hadn’t slept well last night; it was quite uncomfortable.

Opening her eyes and looking at the foggy environment in front of her, Milly subconsciously pinched her own cheek.

Did she wake up too fast? Was this still Stacy’s room? Where on earth had she ended up?

Pinching her cheek, she felt no pain. Was it a dream again? How long had it been since she last dreamt? Milly couldn’t even remember.

Ever since coming to this world, she hadn’t had a single good dream. She figured nothing good would happen in this one either, and she certainly wouldn’t dream of that bastard Stacy, right?

The moment this thought surfaced, Milly froze. It came too naturally. Was it because she had dreamed of her so many times that it had formed a psychological habit? The moment she realized she was dreaming, her first thought was of that woman.

The realization brought a bitter smile to Milly’s lips. After all, she had talked with Stacy last night, and tossed and turned for hours because of the things she had said. Now that she had finally fallen asleep in a daze, dreaming about Stacy was only normal.

Judging by her past dreams, whenever that woman showed up, nothing good ever happened. But back then, her relationship with Stacy was essentially hostile, so having a nightmare made sense.

Now, their relationship had softened a bit. After all, they were grasshoppers tied to the same string, and cooperation was a necessity. With their relationship changed, perhaps the content of her dreams would change accordingly?

Milly wasn’t sure. But whatever, it was just a dream. If something happened, it happened. It wouldn’t be the first time. Besides, whatever happened in a dream couldn’t possibly compare to what had actually happened in reality.

Milly was actually curious to see what would appear in this dream.

It was completely empty here; there was nothing at all.

“Stacy?”

Milly tried calling out, but received no response. With no target in sight, if she wanted to wake up, she would have to try knocking herself out in the dream.

Just then, as Milly walked forward, she suddenly noticed a blurry silhouette faintly appearing through the fog.

She finally found her; so she was hiding here.

As Milly approached, the figure obscured by the mist became clear.

That familiar figure stood with her back turned in the hazy mist, silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. However, she wasn’t wearing her usual black dress, but rather a pure white holy robe.

What was going on?

This wasn’t the familiar Fell God Stacy, but the Saintess version of her?

This… this was somewhat unexpected. Milly had thought the familiar, perverted Stacy would appear and do this and that to her.

Instead, the Saintess version of Stacy had shown up.

Since it was the Saintess, she probably appeared here because she had something to say. Once Milly finished listening to her, she might be able to leave the dream and wake up directly.

As for whether the Saintess Stacy would do the same things that the Fell God did, Milly leaned towards no. After all, she had already confirmed in the bathhouse that the Saintess version had incredibly low attack and defense. If it weren’t for her own body being too traitorously sensitive to Stacy, she never would have been overpowered.

Alright, it was time to step forward and hear what the Saintess had to say.

But when she was only half a meter away, Stacy suddenly turned around, a dangerous glint flashing in her violet eyes.

“Annoying Milly, why aren’t you dead yet?”

Hmm?

Wait, wasn’t this tone a bit off? This name-calling, and that familiar hostile vibe… was she sure this was something the Saintess version of Stacy would say?

Was she still half-asleep, or had this Saintess Stacy’s database been corrupted?

Milly rubbed her eyes, wanting to confirm if the Stacy before her was just a hallucination. But when she opened them again, she saw an even more bizarre sight.

She saw a tentacle slither out from the sleeve of the turned-around Stacy.

Eh?

She must really be dreaming nonsense.

But it didn’t end there. Several more tentacles shot out from beneath the holy robes, writhing towards Milly.

As expected, dreaming about Stacy never brought anything good. It didn’t matter which version of Stacy it was. However, even if this Saintess was corrupted and acting like the Fell God, Milly hadn’t forgotten one crucial detail: this was her dream.

Milly pointed her finger at Stacy, taking aim.

“This is going to hurt a little. Oh, wait, this is a dream, so it won’t hurt at all.”

But the dancing arcs of lightning she expected to summon didn’t appear. Instead, the tentacles snaked up her extended arm and wrapped tightly around it.

“Ugh…”

‘What’s going on?’

‘Isn’t this my dream?’

But the tentacles didn’t care about logic. After binding her arms, they grabbed her collar. Suddenly, a crisp tearing sound echoed clearly in Milly’s ears.

‘Hey, hey, hey… this isn’t right.’

Shock and fear washed over her. She tried to reach down to protect her legs, but looking down, she saw several more tentacles slithering up her calves.

They wrapped around her dress, and a series of crisp tearing sounds followed.

‘Hey, hey… are you kidding me? This is my dream! How can I be stripped naked and have my clothes torn apart in my own dream?!’

Milly tried to struggle. Even without her lightning, she at least had physical strength. But as the tentacles tightened around her limbs, her body went inexplicably limp, completely sapped of energy. The Saintess controlling the tentacles merely licked her lips.

“Caught you, Little Milly.”

Bound by the tentacles, Milly was pulled right in front of her. The shredded remnants of her dress fell away completely with just a gentle nudge.

Stacy’s fingertip tapped Milly’s soft lips, then traced a slow, deliberate path down her pale skin. With the movement of her finger, the last shreds of fabric peeled away, leaving Milly completely exposed to the cool air.

The wandering finger stopped at her modest, still-developing chest. It didn’t go any lower, but began to trace lazy circles around the peaks. Even though this was a dream, Milly felt a distinct, maddening tickle, as if she were truly being touched.

“Mmm…”

‘It’s just a dream… why does it feel so real?’

Looking down, she watched those slender fingers roam. Seemingly satisfied with teasing her chest, the fingers changed direction, trailing down to her flat lower abdomen.

“Well, Little Milly, you’re feeling it too, aren’t you?”

This sickeningly familiar feeling… No, wait. Was this Saintess’s database truly corrupted?

Milly opened her mouth to protest, but instead let out an uncontrollable, ragged gasp. It was a sound sweet enough to make one’s heart race, practically inviting the tormentor to go a step further.

And so, under Milly’s anxious, trembling gaze, the fingertip resting on her abdomen began to slide lower…

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