“…Huh.”

The moment I opened my eyes wide. What came into view was a familiar ceiling. The ceiling of my room, my bed canopy. The air was comfortably dry, and there was not the slightest unpleasant smell in the space where I had lived since childhood.

Thankfully.

The moment I reflexively thought that, the content of the dream I had last night surged into my mind like a flood. Me, trapped in an underground dungeon, Mishael appearing in the distance in clean attire, the knights who respectfully bowed down to him as if he were a cardinal. Mishael, who had taken them, opened the iron bars that held me captive and then…

Ugh, perhaps because of that last memory, my cheeks felt all numb.

The scene where Mishael thrust his thick and long c*ck into my mouth was vividly alive. The memory of it filling my mouth and poking my throat still induces nausea to this extent. That brutal thing, its size, its thickness, and its slightly curved shape…

‘It was the same.’

I couldn’t inspect it closely because I was frantically being ravaged, but… Mishael’s c*ck in my dream had the same features as my Mishael. Well, it’s a dream reconstructed by my subconscious, so it would naturally be.

But the problem lay elsewhere. Specifically, our relationship.

Mishael, who looked to be a few years from now based on his appearance, and me, despising him. In the dream, I hated him so much that I was trembling with shock and anger at that last scene, and I still feel like my whole body is aching.

No matter how I think about it…

‘It’s just like the original…’

But something was off.

In the original work, Mishael is portrayed as a modest and ascetic character, not hating Parma enough to overlook their corruption onto Princess Daniella for her first achievement. It didn’t fit his character to sexually assault Lionella like he had always wanted to do. The original ended with Princess Daniella ascending to the throne, so considering the dream conversation about ‘the princess’s watchdog,’ it was happening amidst the original storyline.

Is this dream another version of the original work because I ended up marrying Mishael unlike in the original?

Or perhaps, a behind-the-story of the original work that I didn’t know about?

‘I really don’t know why I keep having these dreams.’

The truth is, this wasn’t the first time I had such a dream.

Exactly two months ago, from the day I attended the Sponsorship Night held at the royal palace’s grand temple.

‘May God’s blessing be with the beautiful bond between two souls…’

Feeling responsible for corrupting Mishael, a holder of great holy power, and making him worldly, I was still donating large sums of money as a major supporter of the church. The innocent church people thought I, who wanted to marry a worldly saint with nothing, was deeply devout and favored me by inviting me to the Sponsorship Night, and even the high priests personally called us aside to offer a blessing prayer… That’s exactly when this bizarre experience started.

The first dream I had was about one day in my childhood. The place was the study room. It was during a lesson taught by Lord Navisen, who taught me mathematics and science during my childhood. And just like when I was very young, Mishael sat kneeling by the door with a servant ready to punish him with a cane at any moment.

Just like the previous dream, this was a lucid dream. Watching young Mishael’s thin body during a time when neither of the two knew they would end up in such a relationship, my heart momentarily ached with pity and affection.

‘What is the concentration of this saltwater?’
‘This… no, thirty.’
Slap!

The situation was somewhat strange.

‘Read it for me.’
‘[I am… wandering a dark path… eons? After eons…]’
Slap!
‘It’s [regret], [regret]. You’ve been learning ancient languages for already 3 years but still struggle with reading?’

‘Maybe Lord Sophia isn’t the right teacher for me?’
Slap!

In my dream, I kept making mistakes or being rude to teachers on purpose so that Mishael would be punished. Watching Mishael being hit without resisting, his resigned eyes never losing their spark of vengeance, motivated me to act out even more. Just like today’s dream where I saw everything from Lionella’s perspective, my intent was clear.

‘Slave.’
‘…’
‘Look straight ahead. Unless you want to be hit again.’

The purpose was to break Mishael’s spirit.

Just like Lionella in the original work.

As time passed and both became teenagers, even after hitting puberty, Lionella remained unchanged. She maintained her poor learning attitude and was arrogant towards her peers of noble birth she began interacting with, causing Mrs. Entera, her governess, to become increasingly strict. As a result, Mishael was often whipped until his clothes tore. Perhaps to avoid hurting his heart as well. At those times, the boy’s eyes would darken and lose their light.

“Feeling unjust? If you felt it was unjust, you should have bought me.”

Occasionally, when Lionella provoked him like this, it would spark a momentary rage in him. However, Lionella never missed these moments, causing Mishael to be punished by either acting out against the servants or spewing venom at the teachers. Mishael had no choice but to comply, even if reluctantly, which only led to further oppression because it wasn’t his true intention.

For me, who loves him, seeing this story that was only briefly mentioned in Mishael’s recollections in the original work unfold in detail was an absolute nightmare.

I couldn’t confide in Mishael about this situation. I couldn’t tell him that I was trying to meddle with his fate, aware of the ‘original work’, that I wished for him to fall in love with Princess Daniella, or that he repeatedly fell into such miserable situations in my dreams. I wanted to find a way out of having such dreams but being with Mishael every day made it impossible.

‘It’s not about me, but a friend of mine has been experiencing this lately…’

So, I inquired with the Black Wings to see if there was any research or folk beliefs regarding this phenomenon, but all I got back were absurd answers, like having repetitive and similar dreams meant that the ties from my past life had strengthened or something.

‘What? My past life is far away on modern Earth.’

My trust fell once again due to a sloppy report made when Mishael and I had a fake matchmaking session. It was natural not to get proper results since I vaguely requested it under the pretext of a non-existent friend…

Fortunately, after several more dreams, the Mishael in my dreams left for the holy kingdom. It was a relief that I no longer had to see him being abused because of me. However, as he became an adult and a dignified priest, his face often appeared stained with displeasure and despair. After all, these were dreams seen from Lionella’s perspective. Lionella became a cardinal in charge of the Archdiocese of Lycius and would often gossip and ridicule Mishael even when she saw him attending banquets at the royal palace.

‘Do you know? That cardinal eyed by the third princess… was actually our house’s dog… Well, they’re both of unclear origin, so I guess birds of a feather flock together.’

Even in front of Mishael, whether it was her lover or her fiancé, she went so far as to openly embracing a man without any hesitation.

That was a line I remembered from the original work, and until the dream I had tonight, I was convinced that I was dreaming about the original work.

‘Was I really that brazen back then?’

My dreams had become somewhat milder, allowing me to jest about them.

But then.

Tonight, an unexpected dream unfolded.

Since in the original work, Lionella was last mentioned when she was being referred to a religious trial after Parma’s downfall, I thought these dreams would soon end…

‘Swallow.’

How did it come to this?

Princess Daniella’s consideration in making it possible to refer Lionella to a religious trial for Mishael’s sake seemed meaningless now. The fact that he used his authority as a cardinal to secretly take Lionella away was astounding. Moreover, he blatantly revealed his long-held lust? And for someone who was always polite to everyone, he was so forceful?

The dream was so vivid that the bitter taste of the cum that poured from his urethra, hitting my uvula repeatedly, seemed to linger in my mouth. When I shivered slightly from nausea…

“Have you woken up, Lily…?”

The man holding me from behind tightened his strong arms around me. It seemed he had woken up first while I was sleeping with my back against him in Mishael’s arms as usual.

“If you’re awake, say something. What are you thinking so hard about, huh?”

“That’s… Huh!”

His hands that were holding me began to move up and down; one hand grabbed my br*ast while the other slipped between my legs. His touches had become so natural after many nights spent together. The hand on my br*ast pinched my n*pple, twisting it, and the hand that went lower buried its middle finger inside me before sweeping across my l*bia with his entire finger.

“Hmm…”

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up…”

He drew my body closer to him and showered my earlobe and neck with soft kisses. His er*ction pressed firmly against my b*ttocks that were already closely attached to him. After spending last night complaining about pain there and engaging in passionate lovemaking with Mishael until we were exhausted, I wasn’t wearing anything at all. With his skillful hip movements, he could easily penetrate me.

“Uh, Mish. Stop…”

“No?”

“We have to get ready early today, huh.”

“It’s already wet here.”

Mishael whispered sultrily in my ear while moving his finger gently back and forth along the slit of my l*bia.

“What dream did you have?”

“Uh, what? Why…”

“Because the sounds of your moaning were so arousing.”

“Ah…!”

He nibbled on my ear without hurting the cartilage and then slid his finger that had been roaming my l*bia deep inside me.

“Listening to your sleep-talking while you taught me made me want to pull one off, but how could I do it alone when my wife’s p*ssy is right here, huh?”

“W-wife……”

“Won’t you become my wife? You said you would take responsibility……”

His voice, which suddenly settled by my ear, became sullen. If Mishael had ears like a puppy, they would have drooped that much.

“Even in your sleep, you tempt me and then pretend not to know.”

“What did I, uh, do……”

“Lionella, huh? Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to wake up……”

Contrary to his voice that was close to sobbing, the fingers he had planted below me moved obscenely. The fingers, now increased to three, curved and gently scraped my inner walls. It was a persistent movement, as though it was scraping out the residue stuck between the folds from last night.

“No. Today is, uh, a special day……”

“That’s right…… If we spend a night in the holy kingdom, it will be the first day I can’t taste you after leaving the holy kingdom……”

Murmuring gloomily, he sharpened his tongue like when he caresses me below and carefully drew over the ridges of my ear. The sensation of the tip of his tongue tickling the fine hairs made it hard to bear, and his words pouring into my ear were so effortlessly tender that I moaned softly, curling my waist. His pillar, which was tightly pressed under his firm abs, poked my b*ttocks.

“Well, uh! We have to participate in the ordination and consecration ceremony tomorrow…… Huh! So today, we must remain chaste……”

“Another lie, Lionella. You want it too……”

Mishael bit my earlobe and thrust his hand deeper into my privates. His palm pressed down on the slightly swollen cl*toris, and his fingers probing the inner walls precisely scratched where I felt it. Pleasure built up deep below my belly button layer by layer. The increasing sensitivity made the deep inside of my v*gina itch unbearably, and I couldn’t help but twitch my pelvis.

Finally, Mishael raised his upper body to look down at me from above. Yet, he did not stop the hand he had planted below me, and the love juices leaking from the deep inside of my walls trickled down his hand. The heat flowing along the edge of the v*lva intensely tingled my lower half. Moans kept escaping, and I couldn’t gather my open lips.

“Uh! I said no…… Ah!”

“These naughty lips say things that hurt my heart……”

“Hmph……!”

In an instant, Mishael’s tongue invaded the space between my teeth, filling my mouth. Reflexively, I remembered how another part of him had dominated my mouth in a dream. Unlike that rough intrusion, Mishael’s tongue softly soothed me, tickling the tip of my tongue, the base of my tongue, and the roof of my mouth. The tickling sensation beyond my throat bloomed faintly below my navel.