Collection of sin - Officer Wang's secret fantasies (ZhanYi-FF)

My super special all inclusive holiday - Part two

A/N: This book includes only Wang Yi Bo's pov as it is a collection of his dreams/fantasies and all details are limited to his perception. 

Mental protocol, entry 24, documenting the impending irreversible collapse of my mental state.

Dear diary:

The fucking dream changed... No, that's not quite accurate. It didn't change, but it's as if my stupid brain decided that after two weeks of living through this ass wrecking torture it would be a great thing if there's an extra tormenting encore.

Usually, I always wake up after that admittedly pleasurable intermezzo in the hot springs but now... now... I never imagined what my treacherous subconscious would produce while I was defenselessly sleeping.

So that you can fully understand the hardships I have to face, I will get straight to the point and tell you about the witty outpourings my dirty, frighteningly shameless mind had to supply.

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Status of mental productivity: delirium

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Hmm.....

Hmmmm.....

I purred contentedly while rubbing my face on my warm pillow, trying not to wake up from what was probably the best, most refreshing sleep I've ever had.

This felt so nice, this bed was definitely one of the most comfortable ones I've ever slept on. It's not too soft, I could mold my body perfectly into the best sleeping position and it's so naturally warm.

I couldn't help but stretch my arms and legs extensively and scratch my hands over the sheets. It was relaxing and the strong and steady heartbeats next to my ear were so calming...

....why did my pillow have a heartbeat?

"Baby, I am flattered about you seeking my closeness this much, but I am afraid you'll have to take responsibility for what you may have woken up down there. You know, where your leg is moving."

"....Hm...?" Why's the pillow talking and why did it sound like that shameless, annoying prick? What did it even say?

I groaned frustrated and nuzzled myself into a more comfortable position by turning my head to the other side and pulling my leg up.

...

My leg touched something.

...

If my brain would have worked properly at least for once, I would have sensed the lurking danger sooner.

But in my defense, I was still half asleep and my brain was practically brain dead after the last nightly encounter with almost breaking the bed frame.... Uhh...

...anyway, when the sweet, whispering voice reached my ears. My more or less resurrected brain cells needed a lot of time to process the meaning of the silky sounding words, with barely noticeable success, so my reaction was kind of slow....

That was until I felt a hand sliding down my back and fondling my bare butt like an anti stress ball.

My eyes instantly flew open and I quickly checked the danger level of my actual situation.

The first thing I saw was a well toned, naked chest.... with an embarrassingly large drool spot on it...

I swallowed.

I slowly realized where I was. Or rather, what I was on and that my pillow wasn't actually a pillow.

Shit.