Wet Dream [R-18]

Inside the dream, the girl was suddenly startled awake by a gentle knock that seemed to echo in her very mind.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar bedroom. The room was filled with a soft pink glow, and the scent of roses filled the air. She was lying on a luxurious bed with a canopy of sheer curtains draped over it, providing a sense of privacy and intimacy.

'Where am I?' She panicked a bit, but as she took a deep breath and observed her surroundings, she noticed that she wasn't hurt or uncomfortable, which brought a little bit of relief.

She looked around the room and saw that it was lavishly decorated with intricate carvings on the walls and the ceiling. The room was filled with a sweet fragrance, and she could see that there were various types of roses scattered around the bed she was lying on.

She reached out to touch the petals of a nearby rose, and as she did, she felt a sense of calmness wash over her.

As she tried to sit up and take a closer look at her surroundings, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Her heart started pounding in her chest as the steps grew closer and closer.

Suddenly, the curtains surrounding the bed were pulled back, revealing a handsome man standing there. He was tall and lean, with piercing blue eyes and dark hair that fell in waves around his face.

"Good morning, my dear," the handsome man said, his voice smooth and seductive. "I hope you slept well."

The girl was taken aback by the man's sudden appearance and his charming demeanor. She couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - scared and confused, yet also excited. The man standing before her seemed to fit perfectly with her ideal boyfriend's criteria.

"Who are you?" she asked, trying to sound brave despite her quickened heartbeats.

The man simply smiled and took a step closer to the bed. "I am your host, my dear. And you, my sweet, are my guest."

The man flashed a charming smile at her and said, "You don't remember me, do you? It seems like the night was too much for you."

The girl's eyes widened in confusion as she tried to remember the events of the previous night. "I... I don't remember much," she stammered.

"Well, that's alright. We had a great time together," the man said, his tone oozing with confidence.

The girl felt a sudden wave of unease wash over her. She didn't know this man and couldn't remember anything about the previous night. She quickly sat up and pulled the blanket over her chest.

"Who are you? Where am I?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

The man's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "You're in my room, sweetheart. And as for who I am, let's just say I'm someone you won't forget anytime soon," he replied, a suggestive tone creeping into his voice.

The girl felt her unease grow into full-blown fear. She had to get out of there, but she didn't know where she was or how to escape. She tried to calm herself down and think of a plan, but her mind felt foggy and her thoughts were jumbled.

Soon enough, she realized her body was warming up, her cheeks turning a bright red and her breath becoming short and quick as he moved closer to her.

"What did you do to me?" The girl tried to retreat from the man in front of her, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Inexplicably, her body leaned forward towards him, as if drawn in by an unseen force. She could feel her heart racing as she tried to resist the pull.

"Don't resist," the man whispered, his lips curled into a suggestive smirk as he leaned in closer to the woman's flushed cheeks and dazed eyes. "Just let yourself enjoy the pleasure I'm giving you." He placed a hand on her waist, pulling her gently towards him.

Her body was drawn towards him without any resistance as if she had no bones. She leaned against his chest, feeling his body heat radiating against her skin. As she looked up with her misty eyes, she could see the man's sharp jawline, which was accented by a light stubble. His dark eyes seemed to twinkle mischievously as he leaned closer, and she could feel his hot breath on her cheek.

"You're absolutely gorgeous, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I couldn't get enough of you yesterday, and I find myself craving you even more today." He leaned in and placed a light, teasing kiss on her cheek, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

He then continued to rain her face with light kisses, avoiding her lips as if deliberately teasing her.

"Umm..." she squirmed in discomfort, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. In a hushed, almost pleading tone, she whispered, "Please, kiss me on the lips."

The man smirked and leaned in closer. "As you wish, sweetheart," he whispered before pressing his lips against hers. At first, it was a gentle peck, but as their lips touched, an electric sensation shot through their bodies, igniting a fire of passion between them. The kiss deepened as he opened his mouth, and she eagerly followed suit, their tongues entwining in a passionate dance.

The girl felt herself melting into his embrace, unable to resist the magnetic pull he had on her. She ran her hands through his hair, pulling him closer to her, deepening the kiss even further. As they continued to kiss, their breathing became more ragged, and their bodies pressed against each other, unable to get enough of each other's touch.

Finally, they pulled away, both of them gasping for air. The man looked deeply into her eyes, his hand caressing her cheek. "You're amazing," he said in a husky voice. She smiled, feeling her heart race as she looked back at him, still lost in the moment.

"Do you want me to continue?" The man asked, his voice raspy from their intimacy. The woman nodded, her eyes clouded with desire.

Without hesitation, the handsome man began removing her upper clothes, revealing her bare and perfect, perky breasts. He couldn't resist the urge to reach out and cup them in his hands, marveling at how they fit perfectly in his palms.

"God, you're perfect," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Every inch of you."

He lowered his head to her chest, planting kisses on her collarbone before trailing down to her breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before gently biting down, eliciting a gasp from the woman.

She arched her back, pushing her breasts further into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, until both were erect and aching for more.

As he moved back up to kiss her, she could taste herself on his lips, sending a shiver down her spine. She pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, their tongues tangling and dancing together in a passionate embrace.

Their bodies were now intertwined, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her. She moaned into his mouth, unable to control her desire for him any longer.

"Please," she whispered, breaking the kiss. "I need you."

The man pulled back, a predatory gleam in his eye. "Your wish is my command, my love," he replied before continuing their passionate encounter.

***

"Umm..."

"Hey, Celine, what's wrong with you? Are you in pain?" A fair-skinned girl with glasses asked with a tone of concern. She gently shook her deskmate's shoulder, trying to rouse her from whatever was troubling her.

"Hmmm, ahh!" To her surprise, Celine moaned loudly all of a sudden. Her moans echoed loudly in the quiet classroom, causing several of her classmates to turn their heads and stare at her. The professor, who was in the middle of writing something on the blackboard with chalk, was taken aback by the sudden noise and accidentally snapped his chalk in half for the second time.

His face contorted with a mix of rage and frustration. It had only been half an hour since he started the class, yet there were already two noticeable disruptions.

'Damn these entitled nobles and their spoiled offspring! I won't stand for their disruptive behavior again in my class. If I let them continue to run rampant, then I wouldn't be a true man. I now understand why Professor Smith took action, even if it meant risking his job and reputation. Sometimes, a matter of pride and principles is more important than monetary gain and status.'

The professor took a moment to compose himself, taking a deep breath before turning around to face the commotion with a twisted smile. "Is there an issue?"

Celine, who had just awakened from her wet dream, was struck by fear as she witnessed the professor's terrifying face. "No, everything's fine, Professor."

"But may I please be excused to use the restroom?" Celine asked, her cheeks flushing as she felt the uncomfortable dampness between her legs.

"Fine, you may go to the toilet, but don't you dare come back to my class!"

...

As Lucien watched the heated dispute unfold, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the student he had just embarrassed. However, any guilt he felt quickly dissipated when he received a notification from the system.

[Ding!]

[Calculating points...

[You've engaged in a fifth-level carnality.]

[You've received 500 EXP]

[You've received 500 EP]

[Your life limit will be increased for another 20 hours!]

[You've levelled up!]

[You've gained five stats points!]

[You've gained five ability points!]