Chapter 335

John felt his consciousness being softly pulled out of the dreamworld, by a sound he couldn't quite place. He knew, however, that there was no reason to worry as long as Aclysia watched over him, so he kept his eyes closed. If she hadn't woken him up yet, he could drift away again.

He lay in the bed. It was almost too soft. Like he was lying on a puffy cloud, with another layer on top of him in the shape of a warm blanket. With everything that was going on, John didn't feel like leaving this bed before it was necessary; the only thing that distracted him was his sizeable morning wood rubbing against the white, fluffy piece of cloth that surrounded him. Images and visions of sexual intercourses, past ones brilliantly reconstructed and new ones believably put together by his subconsciousness caused it to become primed for sex, pre-cum smearing on the blanket.