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Chapter 573: Inside Yuko’s Dream
Yuko was still there, still resting, still trusting me enough to let her guard down. The contrast was brutal—Julie’s raw, desperate hunger versus the quiet fragility of the woman in front of me. The silence in the room had shifted again, thick with tension, with choice.
The phone felt heavy in my hand as I locked it, my pulse pounding in my ears. But I couldn’t resist. I pulled it out again, my fingers trembling with the need to give Julie exactly what she craved—a reaction she wouldn’t forget.
With a slow, deliberate motion, I unzipped my pants, freeing my cock. It was already rock-hard, throbbing with need, the head swollen and dripping with pre-cum.
I gripped the base, giving it a slow stroke as I angled my phone to capture every thick, veiny inch of me. The camera flashed, freezing the image of my cock in all its glory—glistening, hungry, ready to claim her. My fingers flew over the screen as I typed, my voice rough with lust:
"You want this inside you, Julie? Tell me how bad you need it. Tell me how you’d take it—every. Fucking. Inch."
I hit send, my cock twitching at the thought of her response, the anticipation making me ache. I slipped my phone back into my pocket, but the silence in the room was no longer quiet—it was thick with tension, with the promise of what was to come.
Then my phone buzzed again.
Julie’s reply was waiting—a photo so filthy it made my breath hitch. She was on her knees, her ass lifted high, her cheeks spread wide to reveal her tight, puckered hole.
One finger was buried deep inside, stretching her open, while the other hand teased her clit, her skin glistening with sweat. The text beneath it was a desperate plea:
"Fuck, Jack... I want it so bad. My asshole is aching for your cock. I’ve been fingering myself all night, imagining how it’ll feel when you finally split me open. Tomorrow... I want you to wake me up with this thick cock buried in my ass. Please... I need it."
My cock jerked at her words, pre-cum dripping down my shaft. I couldn’t hold back. I snapped another photo, this time gripping my cock tighter, my fingers wrapped around the base as I gave it a slow, teasing stroke. The angle was perfect—every ridge, every vein, every drop of pre-cum on full display. I typed back, my words dripping with promise:
"Don’t worry, baby. Tomorrow morning, you’re getting every inch of this cock buried deep in that tight little asshole of yours. I’m gonna stretch you open so good you’ll be begging for more before I’m even done."
Julie’s response was instant—a photo that made my cock throb painfully. She was licking her fingers, the ones that had just been buried inside her ass, her tongue swirling around them as she moaned softly. The text beneath it was a whisper of pure, unfiltered need:
"I’ll be ready... and so fucking wet for you."
I put my phone away, but the images were burned into my mind—Julie on her knees, her asshole gaping slightly from her fingers, her lips wrapped around them as she tasted herself. My cock was still rock-hard, my balls aching with the need to bury myself inside her.
But then my gaze flicked back to Yuko.
She was still there, still resting, her breathing slow and even, her lips slightly parted as if lost in a world far from this one. The contrast was brutal—Julie’s filthy, desperate hunger, her asshole clenching around her own fingers as she begged for my cock, versus the quiet, fragile connection humming in this room.
The silence wasn’t just silence anymore. It was a choice, a crossroads between raw, unapologetic lust and something deeper, something that made my chest tighten with an unfamiliar ache.
I let my gaze linger on Yuko, tracing the soft curve of her cheek, the way her dark lashes rested against her skin. A slow, dangerous idea slithered into my mind—something I’d never tried before, something that felt both forbidden and intoxicating. My lips curled into a smirk. Why not?
I closed my eyes and leaned back, letting my body relax as I reached out with my mind, tendrils of power brushing against the edges of Yuko’s consciousness. Telepathy—something I’d toyed with before, but never like this. Never with her. I focused, my thoughts weaving into the fabric of her dreams, shaping them, bending them to my will.
In her dream, I crafted a world where Yuko and I had been married for a year. That morning, I woke with her still nestled in my arms, the warmth of her presence lingering like a half-remembered promise.
Every detail was vivid—the photos of our wedding day, the quiet intimacy of our shared life—yet I left her memories untouched. To her, it would feel like stepping into a parallel world: familiar, yet entirely new. In this reality, her bond with her mother was healed, and Haruna thrived, wrapped in the same quiet happiness we all shared.
But there was one crucial thing missing: her memories.
I didn’t alter her mind. I didn’t plant false recollections of a wedding, of vows, of a year spent as my wife. No, I wanted her to wake up in this world as herself—unchanged, untouched, teleported into a reality that made no sense. A parallel world where everything was the same, yet wrong.
And that’s exactly what she felt when she stirred awake.
Yuko’s lashes fluttered as consciousness pulled her from the depths of sleep. The first thing she registered was the warmth—my body pressed against hers, my breath fanning against the back of her neck. Her instincts screamed at her to move, to react, but for a moment, she was too disoriented to do anything but lie there, her mind struggling to catch up.
Then she felt my lips brush against her shoulder, soft and possessive, and her body jolted like she’d been struck.
"Aaaaaah—! Jack—! How dare you—!"
Her voice was sharp, laced with the familiar venom of her defiance, but there was something else beneath it—confusion.Fear. She tried to jerk away, but my arm tightened around her, holding her in place. She wasn’t just trapped by my grip; she was trapped by the world I’d built around her.