How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 42
“Ugh, I hate this.”
Even though she knew that no matter how much she protested, the shadow creature wouldn’t let her go, Leticia hated the fact that she was being penetrated by a faceless monster.
The dream was so vivid that it felt like reality. The shadow forcibly spread her legs, and a stream of her fluids ran down to her wrinkled anxs. Every time the hot organ pierced through her, her lower belly felt bloated and heavy.
“How does it feel? The taste of my cxck?”
What frustrated her even more was the fact that she couldn’t move her body as she wanted. It felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, paralyzed, and her body was at the mercy of the faceless creature. It moved her limbs like a puppet, its lewd voice tormenting her ears.
“Still a vxrgin, hm? So pure.”
The obscene voice grated on her. She tried to convince herself that it was just a dream, that it didn’t matter. But despite her attempts to relax, the dream was so disturbingly real that it left her feeling helpless. She closed her eyes again, and everything felt hazy and twisted.
Her head pounded, feeling as if she’d had too much to drink, and her body was swaying, adding to the dizziness. She didn’t know how much time had passed. She kept losing and regaining consciousness, unable to escape the strange sensations.
Even in her dazed state, she could feel her body being violated. Her insides felt like they were burning from how much she’d been tampered with.
Occasionally, she tried pushing the massive shadow away with her arms or legs, but each time, it responded by thrusting even harder. In the end, she had no choice but to accept the creature’s assault.
“Can I cxm inside?”
“No… d…”
“I’m going to come inside.”
Even as she heard the horrible words, she didn’t have the energy left to move. She wanted to scream, to say no, but her voice refused to come out. Her body was heavy, and she was overwhelmed by sleep.
“Sleep tight. When you wake up, it’ll all be over.”
She wished that were true. If what the shadow monster wanted was just her body, maybe it would stop appearing in her dreams. In reality, she was being drained by Vallon, and in her dreams, by the shadow monster. It felt like her life force was being sucked dry.
She prayed that when she woke up, it would be a bright morning, because the night was terrifying and filled with dread.
***
“Haah!”
Leticia suddenly jolted upright. She frantically checked her body to make sure everything was real and not some twisted fantasy. The dream she’d just experienced had felt painfully vivid.
“It was just a dream, right?”
The room was still bright, and there were no signs of any intruder. She sighed in relief and glanced at the small clock on the bedside table.
It was 3 a.m. The night was far from over. The disturbing nightmare left her feeling cold and uneasy. Convincing herself that it was just a bad dream, she tried to calm down.
But something felt wrong.
As if she’d done intense physical activity, her mouth was parched. She needed water. Leticia swung her legs off the bed, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt something rough underfoot.
Reaching down, she picked up the object.
It was a thin, white piece of cloth. When she realized it was her underwear, her mind froze. The windows were closed, so there hadn’t been any wind, yet she felt a chill down her spine.
“These… is the underwear I was wearing today…”
No matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn’t figure out why her underwear had come off. She had never taken off her underwear in her sleep before, so why had she done it now? And why couldn’t she remember anything?
Then she noticed the sheets were wet. Almost as if she had wet the bed. Had she, at her age, had an accident in bed?
Holding her underwear, she felt something damp. Bringing it closer to her nose, a pungent, unpleasant odor hit her.
“Did I… really wet the bed in my sleep?”
But the smell wasn’t that of urine. It was a strong, salty scent, and instead of yellow, the wet substance was a sticky, milky white. It smelled just like the substance she had found on her face earlier.
“Huh?”
Alarmed, Leticia checked beneath her dress. She ran her fingers over her privates, searching for any signs that something might have happened.
Though she was sure nothing had happened, a gnawing sense of anxiety caused her hands to tremble as she touched herself.
Fortunately, her private area was dry, confirming that what she had experienced was, indeed, just a dream.
But if it was a dream, why did her underwear smell like this?
