Wakako once again awoke from a dream thick with oppressive tension. But this time, she sensed something different about it. Even in her dreams, she always maintained a posture of respect before God, bowing her head in silence, never uttering a word out of line. The wooden statue of the deity would simply stare at her, disdainful, refusing to exchange…
Miki’s room wasn’t large, and various items were scattered about in disarray, suggesting that the mess had only recently accumulated. Even though they were engaged, Wakako felt it inappropriate to enter an Omega’s bedroom uninvited, so she settled on a small stool by the doorway, refraining from going any further inside. Miki sat alone on the bed, sobbing quietly. The…
What happened in the temple was known only to them; for now, the rest remained blissfully unaware. That day, the doctor took Wakako to gather some herbs. She had some knowledge of medicinal herbs from before, so she could tell that the herbs were mild, with only a simple calming effect. Whether she drank them or not didn’t really make…
That night, Wakako had another dream. This time, there were no lingering feelings of intimacy, only an endless cold. The wooden eyes of the divine statue stared at her with indifference, saying nothing, only observing her from above. The stare lasted only a fleeting moment before Wakako abruptly woke from her dream. She felt exhausted and wanted to close her…
Wakako had a long, long dream. In the dream, she clutched the soft hem of the Saint’s robe, burying her head in the warmth of the Saint’s embrace, surrounded by that comforting fragrance. She did nothing, simply stayed there, basking in the comfort. She remembered every detail vividly, including how Miki reached out to stroke her head, smoothing her stray…