Black Swan lazily stretched her soft, boneless, slender waist. The pool water watched her sheer, cicada-wing-like
silk nightgown slip silently from her body. Every water droplet seemed to cling with reluctance, intimately kissing her jade-like skin.
She lightly lifted her jade leg, leaning softly towards Daziel like a water butterfly. Her warm breath, mixed with the dampness of the pool water and her unique
body fragrance, like orchids and corridors, diffused into his ear.
"Indeed... Dream and Reality, after all, are still separated by a thin, insurmountable veil."
"Even if the power of an Emanator of Recollection can simulate almost real sensations, without the true physical body that
truly carries the soul, it will always lack that genuine warmth and delicate touch derived from the essence of life."
Her voice, at this moment, was tinged with an imperceptible weariness and resentment, as if sighing for the reality that was within reach yet
unattainable.
Daziel's thoughts stirred slightly. He smoothly wrapped his arm around her smooth, fragrant shoulder, feeling the illusory softness that he could
still perceive even through the damp silk nightgown, as well as Black Swan's ethereal and captivating aura.
"Even without that ultimate pleasure, even if you remain that elusive stream of light in the Garden of Recollection, my feelings
for you will remain as they were, without any diminishment."
Daziel's voice was low and hoarse, yet it contained an undeniable firmness, like the steadiest anchor, attempting
to soothe the ripples stirring in her heart.
In Black Swan's deep, luminous amethyst eyes, a trace of light suddenly flickered. Her gracefully curved
body, like a vine, pressed even closer against Daziel, almost merging into his embrace.
Her breath was like orchids, and she brought her warm lips close to Daziel's ear, her voice lowered to an extreme, carrying a fatal allure
and a hint of imperceptible yearning.
"My dear Master, how about... you have a good discussion with that one deep within your consciousness space, who shares your origin and
governs your spirit and memories?"
"Allow me... to use the power of an Emanator of Recollection to delve into your Sea of Memory Stars, and in the deepest part of your consciousness, to...
...continue what we were doing? Without you, I don't know what I would do..."
Daziel's brows knitted almost imperceptibly, his face revealing a hint of unconcealable helplessness and a wry smile.
"Black Swan, you must understand... I have little power to restrain her. I still don't even know what she truly is made of.
I truly... cannot control her."
Black Swan sighed softly, her sigh carrying a hint of unconcealable loss and regret.
"Oh... that's truly a pity. I thought I might have a chance to feel Master's true essence more deeply."
By the steamy Dreaming Pool, an indescribable sense of ambiguity and subtlety permeated the air.
Just as the atmosphere was gradually warming up, almost sparking, a slightly abrupt, yet gentle
cough broke the quietude of this release.
"Ahem... Excuse me, Mr. Daziel, and Miss Black Swan, both of you..."
"Please mind the setting?"
A clear, melodious female voice, tinged with a hint of unconcealable shyness and awkwardness, softly spoke.
Daziel's entire body stiffened abruptly, and the arm embracing Black Swan's shoulder instinctively released. He turned his head in surprise, following
the direction of the voice.
Not far from the Dreaming Pool, a graceful silver-haired girl stood beautifully. The mist
blurred her figure, yet it added a touch of dreaminess.
The girl was clad in an elegant pure white gown, its hem swaying slightly with her subtle movements, like a night-blooming cereus
quietly blossoming under the moonlight. Her pure eyes, at this moment, held a hint of inquiry and a trace of imperceptible
complexity, quietly observing them.
Daziel's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition instantly swept over him!
It's her?!
She... How could she be here?! And judging by her appearance, she was clearly awake!
"Robin!" You... When did you...?"
Black Swan, standing beside him, elegantly pulled her pool-dampened clothes together, concealing the breathtaking scene,
and curled her lips into a knowing, subtle smile.
"It is she. And by virtue of her strong will for freedom and truth, as well as her unique
insight into the Path of Xipe, she became the lucky one among us who first awakened from Sunday's
deep imprisonment in The Great Dream of Oneness."
"It was also she who, with her unique, heavenly singing voice as a guiding light, in the dark, guided you
and me, who were lost, back to the path of waking reality."
Daziel's heart trembled even more violently upon hearing this. An ominous feeling shot up from his feet to the top of his head.
"She... she actually woke up on her own? Wait... Doesn't that mean that those Clockie's Tricks I used on her,
those deep hypnoses... have also already..."
Daziel's face, in that instant, became somewhat unnatural, even unsightly.
In the Dreamscape of Penacony, he had not merely planned and kidnapped this superstar of Astrea, Robin.
He had subjected her to a series of acts that, even recalling now, felt unspeakable and shameful.
After the deed, to ensure the smooth progress of his plan, he had unhesitatingly used Clockie's Trick on her,
performing deep mental remodeling and cognitive distortion.
Even worse... finally, he had gone completely insane and thoroughly conditioned her to be so docile and obedient,
ready to fulfill any desire. Now, she had actually woken up early. Didn't that mean everything he had done to her in the dream earlier...
She couldn't have specifically waited here to settle scores and seek revenge, could she?!
A heavy wave of embarrassment and an indescribable awkwardness, like an invisible hand, quietly squeezed Daziel's heart,
making his face burn.
Although Daziel believed that, up until now, every seemingly immoral, even boundary-breaking action he had taken,
was for the sake of achieving his unshakeable "absolute justice" and a grander goal.
His conscience was as clear as a mirror; his actions were justice, no joke.
However, Robin's next words were like a bolt from the blue, leaving him utterly speechless once more, almost making him
doubt his life.
"But... Mr. Daziel, that feeling of being completely controlled by you, of being arbitrarily manipulated by you, actually...
...when I recall it, it's... it's not bad at all."
She suddenly lifted her gaze, and in her pure eyes, a strange, somewhat moist
glow of anticipation and desire flickered.
"So... if Mr. Daziel doesn't mind... I wouldn't mind... truly giving my first time, here..."
She paused slightly, as if making an extremely important decision in her heart. Her voice became even softer, yet
it also became clearer and more undeniable.
As for regret, Daziel certainly had none.
But being caught red-handed by the victim after doing "bad things," and in such an ambiguous and suggestive
"How about, after we return to the Astral Express, you... you specially build a larger, more
comfortable cage for me?"
situation, it truly was a bit...
humiliating and mortifying.
What's more, to be fair, Robin had indeed done nothing out of line or bad to him. On the contrary, it was Daziel
himself who, to achieve some unspeakable goals, had used such despicable and shameless methods on her...
Just as Daziel's mind raced, racking his brains to think of how to explain, how to resolve this extremely
awkward situation.
Robin smiled slightly, with a reassuring shyness and a knowing, relieved expression.
"It's alright, Mr. Daziel. Everything that happened in the dream before, I... I don't really care about it anymore.
"Perhaps... it truly was, as you said, just some trivial, negligible aftereffects caused by Meme Contamination?"
"Or perhaps... what my ambitious brother, Sunday, once told me, wasn't entirely wrong either."
"He said that my destiny as a songstress, from the moment of my birth, was destined to be that of a canary
raised in a splendid cage for those high and mighty nobles, to be admired and entertained."
She tilted her head slightly, a subtle, elusive light flickering in her clear eyes, as if recalling
something, or perhaps scrutinizing something.
"Now, thinking back carefully, in that bizarre dream... I... I actually... didn't
really dislike that feeling of being dominated and controlled by you."
Daziel's face suddenly changed, his pupils filled with incredible horror. He almost thought his ears
had malfunctioned.
"You... What did you say? You... you don't blame me? I did so many... outrageous things to you in the dream..."
"I... I want to continue to be by your side, Master, together with Sister Black Swan, and continue to be your... gold..."
Daziel almost thought he misheard.
He now seriously suspected if his ears had been damaged in the previous battle by Sunday's sonic attack.
"Miss Robin, those hypnotism and suggestions I placed on you, have they really... really been completely
lifted? Are you sure you're fully conscious now and know what nonsense you're saying?!"
Black Swan, standing nearby, covered her red lips, letting out a melodious, bell-like chuckle. Her eyes, filled with alluring light,
darted back and forth between Daziel and Robin.
"I can vouch for it with my identity as an Emanator of Recollection from the Garden of Recollection, and my vast, ocean-like memories, my dear
Master Daziel."
"She is, indeed, in her most awake, most genuine state right now. Every single word she says
comes entirely from her most genuine, purest will, without any falsehood or pretense."
Black Swan paused, then gave Daziel a meaningful glance, adding.
"Is it really that hard to understand? Just like me, after being deeply cognitively remodeled by that mysterious entity
deep within your consciousness space, with her incredible methods..."
"Even though I am completely awake now and have escaped the dream's delusion, I... I no longer feel repulsed by those
things that once made me feel ashamed and resistant. In fact... I even crave more, feeling unsatisfied."
Robin gazed at Daziel, and in her originally pure eyes, a nearly obsessive
resolve and persistence now burned.
Robin gently shook her head, her silver hair swaying slightly with the movement. Her tone carried a hint of uncertainty and confusion that
even she herself hadn't noticed.
"Hmm... I guess... I don't blame you."
"After all, Mr. Daziel, at that time, you were also helping me break free from my brother's invisible
"If I were to say it again, Master Daziel, I... I still want to continue being your canary, to be bred by you, to be
controlled by you."
Her voice, though still soft, carried an undeniable, irresistible resolve and power.
"I... I seem to... have fallen in love with that feeling of... being completely controlled by an absolute strong man, feeling powerless over myself."
feeling.
shackles, wasn't it?"
"And precisely because you, in that... unusual way, forcibly broke the mental
restraints my brother had placed on me, I was able to truly awaken and regain my freedom from that seemingly perfect yet cold and
despairing 'The Great Dream of Oneness' cage he meticulously constructed."
"Although... this thought is somewhat unspeakable... even a bit... shameless."
Daziel felt his brain had turned into mush, countless chaotic thoughts crashing within it, making his head throb.
Daziel was momentarily speechless, facing this sudden, even inconceivable leniency
"Truly... truly strange... What's wrong with all you women, one after another?"
"Do each of you have some special, unknown masochistic tendencies?"
and understanding. He had no idea how to respond.
Robin continued, adding softly in her voice, which was gentle like a feather stroking the heart.
"Besides... anyway... everything in the dream was just an illusory bubble. It shouldn't be taken for real."
"Or perhaps, is Stockholm Syndrome having a widespread collective outbreak in Penacony, and I just happen to be the one?"
Robin and Black Swan, these two exquisitely graceful and captivating beauties, fell into a brief silence
simultaneously after hearing Daziel's almost roaring question.
They subtly knitted their delicate brows, their serious expressions as if they were carefully, word by word, pondering
the possibility of Daziel's question and the deep logic behind it.
Looking at their earnest expressions, as if discussing some profound academic topic, Daziel felt
his temples throbbing wildly, and waves of splitting headache swept over him.
He somewhat impatiently waved his hand, trying to interrupt this bizarre and absurd atmosphere.
"Enough, enough! What time is it now?! Let's not discuss these chaotic personal preference issues,
okay?!"
He took a deep breath. The cool touch of the pool water against his skin helped his chaotic thoughts coalesce slightly.
"We can't have just finished a thrilling life-and-death battle, and then, exhausted, need a pick-me-up.
Now, with a major battle imminent and powerful enemies surrounding us, do we need another morale boost?!"
"The most urgent task is to first figure out how to completely solve the mountain of problems currently in Penacony—to thoroughly
defeat that scumbag Sunday!"
Robin quietly gazed at Daziel. Soft ripples spread around her in the pool water, and the surrounding mist
added a hint of haziness to her pure and beautiful face.
She gently parted her vermilion lips, her voice still ethereal and melodious, yet carrying a strange firmness.
"Mr. Daziel, The Great Dream of Oneness is built upon the 'Chorus of Unity'—the embodiment of 'Unified Will'."
"Only when the desires of all beings in Penacony unite as one can it manifest."
Robin lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows on Daziel's skin.
"Now, it has become indestructible because of people's desire 'to always complete intercourse'."
Daziel's heart tightened instantly. This answer made his heart sink.
Robin looked up, gazing at Daziel, "We must make everyone in Penacony 'want to awaken from the lewd dream'."
"In the real world, I am still... pure and unblemished."
When she said the last few words, a lovely blush, like a blooming peach blossom, quietly appeared on her jade-white cheeks, instantly
adding a touch of girl-next-door shyness and innocence to her originally noble and elegant superstar demeanor.
Upon hearing this, the heavy stone weighing on Daziel's heart finally lifted slightly.
Black Swan languidly played with the water surface. Water droplets slipped from her fingertips, glistening in the faint light.
She sighed softly, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness.
"But the problem is, how do we do that?"
"Appetite for food and sex are inherent to human nature. People's yearning for sex is almost obsessive. When the veneer of civilized society is stripped away, revealing
the beastly psychology, people will subconsciously resist... the cruel truth."
Black Swan's eyes shifted, looking at Daziel, then sweeping over Robin.
"We two can't possibly go around waking everyone up, can we? What's more, according to Sunday, this dream will
sooner or later engulf the entire universe..."
The humid heat from the pool water seemed to carry a hint of heaviness.
Daziel was silent for a moment, then rubbed his forehead, his tone complex.
"Honestly, not many people would resist such a good thing—being able to do whatever they want with whoever they want in a dream, right?"
He self-deprecatingly curled his lips, "Where anime and game characters can come true, and you don't even need to go to school or work,
having endless stamina and energy for that every day, I can't imagine how many people would refuse..."
He spoke so frankly that even he himself felt the allure of this dream was simply unbeatable.
If he hadn't already had so many attractive female characters in this life, he definitely wouldn't have been able to hold back.
After all, he was a pervert himself. If he hadn't still maintained some bottom line, he should have gone for
March 7th right when the system first awakened.
Upon hearing this, Black Swan's eyes flickered with a strange light. She slowly clasped her hands together, assuming a prayer-like posture.
"If I cannot obtain Master Daziel's love, then I don't mind living in a dream that only contains Master Daziel,
with no other women, enjoyed by me alone..."
She was clearly in a nun-like prayer posture, yet her face showed an infatuated and fanatical expression, creating an extreme
contrast.
The mist blurred her face, but it couldn't hide her burning desire.
Robin, standing nearby, also whispered softly.
"If I could, I also wish..."
In her pure eyes, a similar persistence now colored them.
Daziel's veins throbbed on his forehead, and he glared fiercely at them.
"Seriously!"
What in the world were these two women thinking?!
Robin flinched slightly at his reprimand, then quickly regained her composure.
"I don't have many good ideas either. The difficulty of this plan is comparable to resurrecting an Aeon."
She sighed softly, her voice tinged with powerlessness, "Right now in the hotel, there are only the three of us..."
"I can't even wake the others up yet... And even if I could wake them, they might not..."
"Only the three of us..."
Daziel repeated in a low voice, his brows furrowed.
Countless thoughts flashed rapidly through his mind.
Daziel suddenly remembered that in the original storyline, after the protagonist woke up in The Great Dream of Oneness, besides Black Swan
and Robin, Dan Heng, Boothill, and Acheron were also awake...
Yes, Acheron!
After he helped her regain her sense of taste, wasn't she the first to wake up?
With Acheron's will and strength as an Annihilator, a mere Great Dream of Oneness shouldn't be able to trap her...
Thinking of this, a spark of hope suddenly ignited in Daziel's heart.
He eagerly looked up, his gaze burning as he stared at Black Swan and Robin.
"What about Acheron? Isn't she here?"
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