Chapter 5: Traces of Dreams (Part 2)

The Nightmare Immortal laughed heartily: "Of course. To prove my point, I will lend you a bit of power, allowing you to try your hand at manipulating dreams. At this level, you can do as you please, just as in your own dreams, and you can establish new rules." Although the Nightmare Immortal appeared to be laughing joyfully on the surface, he was deeply troubled inside. In order to achieve his own desires, he had no choice but to temporarily suppress his feelings. He thought to himself that since he could not seize control of Wu Can's body, he had to go to great lengths to please him, first training him to become a master dream weaver, and then having him help him escape and find a superior body for himself. He was deeply troubled, realizing that to fulfill his wishes, he had to endure this temporary humiliation. He thought that since he could not take control of Wu Can's body, he had to go to great lengths to please him, first training him to become a master dream weaver, and then having him help him escape and find a superior body for himself.

Oh, little rascal, hold me tight, let the teacher love you well. Hehe, don't you really want to touch the teacher's bottom? Don't you really want to eat the teacher's little thing? But I won't let you succeed. You men are all annoying, last night you made me run all over the mountain, the teacher is going to punish you. " The woman moaned softly, her fragrant tongue licking the little boy's ear, blowing gently at him.

Ah? Wu Can was once again astonished, thinking to himself, what traces could a spring dream leave? Isn't it just similar to oneself, merely releasing some liquid? However, recalling that he had promised the deity in the dream, and now hearing him urging again, he could only brace himself and say in his heart: "Alright, I will first take a look at the classmates around me, and make sure they don't find out."

"Stop looking, you should wake up. I want you to explore her ethereal garden in reality. Do you have the courage?" the Nightmare Immortal asked with a smile.

Wu Can felt a series of intense contractions, and moments later, similar to Teacher Huang's spasms, it was as if a water gun was spraying refreshing liquid. In the dream, it was just like the real world; everything was so vivid.

Wu Can's mind suddenly filled with some strange and bizarre thoughts, and his courage also surged. The earlier feelings of unease and intense guilt completely vanished. He suddenly felt that this Nightmarish Immortal did not resemble a celestial being, but rather like a demon tempting a pure child towards corruption. In this regard, Wu Can was somewhat bewilderedly correct.

Due to an overload of knowledge, his head felt somewhat painful and swollen, causing his consciousness to become a bit muddled. He could not comprehend how his hand ended up inside Teacher Huang's dress. Even years later, he still could not make sense of it. However, by that time, he had already grown disdainful of such trivial and childish questions. His primary focus of study at that time was to create more spring dreams and to absorb a bit more of the essence and soul's power.

Rest assured, my final spell has confined her consciousness in another dream realm. As long as that blue crystal ball remains intact, she will never awaken, do you understand? Hmm, let me impart to you a bit of secret technique; this is a marvelous art of manipulating women, a refined skill that I have gathered over billions of years, ensuring you will reap endless benefits

The seven realms of the dream weaver are: glimpsing dreams, interfering with dreams, guiding dreams, manipulating dreams, creating dreams, daydreaming, and phantasmagoric dreams

As he spoke, a beam of blue soft light shot from his hand, reinforcing the crystal ball that was on the verge of disappearing, transforming it into a shell thicker than before. Teacher Huang felt a sense of confusion in her dream; she was still bare, slowly walking on the beach, her body overwhelmed with fatigue, longing for a place to rest. Suddenly, she arrived at a massage room, where a strong and charming male masseur invited her to lie down on the soft leather massage table and poured liquid massage oil for her.

Teacher Huang's snow-white, plump breast rubbed against Wu Can's face. He wanted to open his mouth to take in that touch of rosy color, but found he could not open his mouth. He wished to use both hands to fiercely knead her ample hips, yet still could not move his hands. Suddenly, his hand slowly moved to the woman's voluptuous back, gently caressing her slender waist.

The pure youth has fallen, seduced and led astray by the devil

Ah, it's coming, go for it, little rascal, go for it! Suddenly, Teacher Huang from the library shouted in a flirtatious manner, her long, snow-white thighs wrapped around his waist, the spasming muscles trembling the handsome young man, causing him to twitch like lightning

Oh, I see. Wu Can gently withdrew her finger and rearranged her silk-like underwear to its original state, noticing that her finger was still coated with a transparent liquid, mingled with her body fragrance and a hint of a metallic scent

At this moment, the dream suddenly became blurred, and Wu Can's body transformed into a fragment of starlight, flying back outside the crystal ball. The Nightmare Immortal suddenly said with a smile: "This spring dream has provided her with too intense a stimulus; it is time for her to awaken. However, in order for you to better understand the essence of dreams, I cannot allow her to wake up just yet"

This was precisely the outcome that Wu Can desired; he immediately mounted his horse with great excitement and began to engage in widespread slaughter

His words were merely a thought in his mind, believing that the Nightmare Immortal would not respond. To his surprise, the Immortal could hear him and replied: "There are seven realms for the Dream Weaver. Once you reach the third realm, you will be able to guide the actions of others and do what you wish."

Wu Can hid his hands in his pockets, glanced at Teacher Huang, whose face was flushed, and then tilted his neck to pretend to be asleep

Haha, the Dream Weaver is a master of manipulating dreams, a profound Nightmare Demon Lord... Oh no... it is the Ancient Immortal of Nightmares. He can create dreams at will, playing with others in a wondrous realm that is half real and half illusion. He can even kill someone in a dream, leaving no trace of the cause of death. The more powerful realms are merely legends; it is said that no one has yet achieved them. These realms can draw a real human body into a dream, allowing them to indulge in daydreams, and can freely control the life and death of dreamers, much like a Creator God in their own space.

Good, what a spirit! Truly worthy of being my Nightmare Demon Lord... uh, the successor of the Nightmare Immortal, hahahaha!" He laughed heartily as he departed, and Wu Can also awakened with a sense of melancholy

Wu Can was taken aback, thinking to himself that this Teacher Huang was indeed quite lewd, even the masseur was a strong and handsome man. However, upon closer inspection, he discovered that this muscular male masseur looked remarkably like him, only his physique was two to three times more robust, while his face still bore the features of a beautiful youth

Wu Can felt a shiver of itchiness, his entire body excited to the point of almost bleeding to death, yet he did not know how to vent this feeling. His body was still being slowly toyed with by Teacher Huang, the mood of playfulness overshadowing everything, even bordering on a sense of torment.

The slender fingers stealthily explored the cool, damp liquid, spilling quite a bit at the base of the thigh. He carefully brushed over the lacy, cool underwear, the liquid still emanating warmth. His body had undergone preliminary modifications, making his fingers exceptionally nimble. As the food slipped, he had already pushed aside the layer of obstructive silk, reaching the mystery he had fantasized about. Wu Can felt a surge of tension in his heart; his small hand trembled, and the sleeping beauty let out a low moan.

At that moment, the voice of the Nightmare Immortal echoed in Wu Can's ear: "Are you feeling very uncomfortable right now, as if a strange force is binding you from doing anything? Hehe, this is the unspoken rule of dreams. When you enter her dream, you are bound by the rules of her consciousness. If she makes you happy, you will be happy; if she makes you die, you will die. Of course, all of this happens within the dream, and it does not have much impact on reality." Hehe, this is the unspoken rule of dreams. When you enter her dream, you are bound by the rules of her consciousness. If she makes you happy, you will be happy; if she makes you die, you will die. Of course, all of this happens within the dream, and it does not have much impact on reality.

Most of what the Nightmare Immortal said is true, but within the Nightmare Clan, there are many experts who are more powerful than him. Above the Demon Lord, there are a few Demon Emperors, as well as the Nightmare Demon God who leads the entire Nightmare Clan

In the dream, Wu Can's image suddenly transformed into that of a beautiful young man, approximately sixteen or seventeen years old, resembling Zhao Yuan. He had always believed that this image represented himself, that he was already a mature young man. This thought grew increasingly firm, causing him to gradually forget his actual age of eleven in reality.

Wu Can turned his head and saw Teacher Huang, her hair covering her face, half-leaning against the car window, fast asleep. The thick sunshade made the light in this area very dim. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and the book pressed against her ample bosom created a beautiful cleavage. Wu Can shifted his gaze to her lower body, where her light yellow dress had been pulled up to the top of her thighs in her dreams, her snow-white legs soft and tender, enticing his eyes.

Ah! He felt a damp and sticky sensation between his legs. Remembering the hygiene book he had read, he understood what was happening. He put down his computer book and was about to go to the car's restroom to tidy himself up, but then he heard the voice of the Nightmarish Immortal in his mind: "Do not worry about the abnormalities on your body for now; quickly touch her body and let you see the evidence of a spring dream."

Wu Can's mouth finally managed to envelop that touch of crimson. He excitedly and joyfully sucked on it, fully aware that this was intentionally arranged by Teacher Huang for his enjoyment. In his heart, he continued to ponder the Dream Weaver: "What is a Dream Weaver? And what are the seven realms?"

Dare, what is there to be afraid of! Wu Can thought that having already engaged in intimate relations with her, touching her was nothing significant. Unbeknownst to him, the already somewhat wicked Wu Can had been corrupted by the Nightmare Immortal. He was no longer an innocent child, but had become a little evil demon.

As Wu Can listened to him, he felt a warm current surge through his body, and his previously stiff and passive form suddenly regained control. He thought to himself that this place was rather uncomfortable, and he recalled his bedroom, with its soft and spacious bed. If he could play with the beloved Teacher Huang on his own bed, it would be nothing short of perfect. Just as he imagined, the surroundings suddenly transformed into his bedroom, and her snow-white body lay weakly on the bed, writhing like a snake, emitting moans that sounded both sorrowful and pleading.

How can one be free from the constraints of dreams? How can one act freely within another's dream? Wu Can was pierced by the exhilarating joy to the point of near death, yet he could not fully indulge in the other's body; this was undoubtedly the greatest punishment

"Hahaha, rest assured, I will keep watch with my divine awareness, so feel free to explore boldly!" The Dream Demon found this young man quite amusing, seemingly not harboring any resentment towards him, nor did he wish to extinguish his three souls and seven spirits. However, he was also acutely aware that he had no ability to destroy Wu Can's soul.

Wu Can's heart raced intensely, as the moral rules of reality deeply constrained him. In dreams, it could be understood as indulgence or fantasy, but in reality, he was genuinely concerned about the actions taken in those dreams. However, thinking that a celestial being resided within him, and that this was done by the immortal elder to teach him the ways of immortality, he finally found a reason that he could justify with conviction

"It can be taken out now; she is about to wake up," the voice of the Nightmare Immortal reminded Wu Can in his mind

Wu Can was being controlled, continuing to suck on Teacher Huang's white, tender snow-like breast, as delicate as a peeled lychee. He could clearly see her flushed face, and in her dream, the unsightly blemishes were gone, and she appeared even younger, perhaps resembling her most perfect self in memory. Amidst the intense sensory pleasure, he could still separate his mind to ask: "Do you mean to say that as long as I reach the level of guiding dreams, I can do whatever I want? Can I move my body and turn passivity into initiative? Like now, can I press her down beneath me?"

What if I wake her up?" Before taking action, Wu Can's heart raced wildly as he asked the final question that troubled him

Wu Can helplessly discovered that her body could no longer move as she wished, and everything was once again restricted by Teacher Huang's unspoken rules. The only thing she felt somewhat fortunate about was that she enjoyed this intense manner, subconsciously commanding Wu Can to play in the same posture and movements as before

Wu Can was sprinting furiously when suddenly the Nightmarish Immortal exclaimed wearily, "Is it working? This method consumes too much energy. Now she has been bewildered by your subtle regulations, and if I withdraw my power, she will also become lost in this frenzied sensation. So..." Therefore, he withdrew the energy that had been transferred to Wu Can.