The dream world was somewhat convenient compared to backward reality, allowing enjoyment of modern civilization's developed facilities. I could feel that after a long time, and Shaitan was also freely enjoying it in the dream.
"Shaitan, you like this kind of thing too?"
"Hoho, don't you like it?"
Shaitan comforted my dick with her feet underwater while we faced each other in the bathtub. It was good, but if she kept making me think of modernity like this, reality became uncomfortable.
"Play in the water of a bathtub—I'm sure you'd like it too, Master."
"We can only do it in dreams, not in reality."
"Then we just need to make such a facility. Make a box of steel, fill it with water, then have the Flare Panteras blow fire from below."
"...Isn't that just an orc hot spring?"
"That's right. Then it would become boiled meat."
"You little."
