mygo, Villain Simulator

However, it wasn't his father.

Nagasaki Sase couldn't tell whether her previous nightmares were just her imagination or some kind of premonition.

She shook her head, raised her hand and patted her face, trying to calm herself down.

His eyes were closed, his fingertips pressed against the door panel, trembling slightly.

Nagasaki Sase tried to pull herself out of her chaotic thoughts, but the more she tried to calm down, the more vivid the fragments of her dream became, spreading like ripples in her mind.

Ichinose Wakaba's fervent and yearning gaze, her oppressive tone, and the unspeakable things that happened in her dreams... all the images pierced her heart like needles, causing pain while also bringing a strange feeling.

Nagasaki Sase felt as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest, and her breathing became rapid. The emotions in her dream were too complex; she wanted to understand them but couldn't make sense of them.

Was it fear? Anger? Or some deeper...desire?

"Nagasaki Sasuke, don't think too much about it. This is reality, not a dream. I will definitely handle all of this."

Even as she told herself this, the deep, resolute voice of Ichinose Wakaba from her dream still echoed in the brown-haired girl's mind, refusing to leave. That complex emotion, like tangled vines, tightly bound her heart, leaving her struggling between reason and instinct, unable to extricate herself.

Nagasaki Sase slowly opened her eyes, looking at the familiar furnishings in the room, trying to use these concrete objects to bring herself back to her senses. But the chaotic emotions still lingered.

[Ichinose Wakaba... is that aloof, quiet person really like she is in my dreams?]

Nagasaki Sase took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but deep inside, a crack seemed to have opened, and some complex and indescribable emotions were quietly flowing out.

The sense of distortion is difficult to write, this chapter is 4k, and it's a two-in-one piece.

Chapter 57 Nagasaki Sase is on guard.

The apartment was quiet in the evening. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the curtains into the living room, bathing everything in a golden glow. Nagasaki Sase stood in the kitchen doorway, holding two bowls of miso soup in her hands, and hesitated as she looked at Ichinose Wakaba sitting at the dining table.

This is their third day living together.

Three days ago, thanks to the strong and swift action of the Nagasaki mother, Ichinose Wakaba was taken to complete the adoption procedures in the morning, and moved into the Nagasaki family home with her packed luggage in the afternoon—from now on, this is Wakaba's home!

Without allowing her to refuse or react, Nagasaki Sase began living with unfamiliar men her own age.

However, after a few days of getting to know each other, Nagasaki Sase discovered that Ichinose Wakaba was completely different from what she had imagined. He was taciturn and always carefully avoided eye contact with her, as if afraid of causing her any discomfort.

The room was always kept clean, and the other party never overstepped the bounds of propriety.

Despite this, every time Nagasaki Sase saw Ichinose Wakaba, an indescribable emotion would well up within her. That emotion stemmed from her dream—a nightmare the girl could never forget.

In the dream, Ichinose Wakaba is a hypocritical demon.

While playing the role of a loving husband and head of the family, he also controlled everything about Nagasaki Sase in a morbid way, even subjecting her to unbridled sexual assault.

The fear, humiliation, and oppression clung to her like maggots, filling the brown-haired girl with disgust and aversion towards "Ichinose Wakaba" in her dreams. Every time she thought of him whispering "You are mine" to her in her dreams, she felt a chill run down her spine.

But the real Ichinose Wakaba is not like that at all.

He sat quietly at the dining table, head bowed, hands resting respectfully on his knees like a scolded child. His hands were thin, with slight calluses on his knuckles, suggesting years of hard labor. His gaunt and frail figure contrasted sharply with the sickly image in my dream.

He's completely different from the one in my dream... but why do I still feel scared?

Nagasaki Sase gently placed the miso soup in front of him, deliberately controlling her movements to prevent any extraneous emotions from showing. She felt her throat tighten, as if being choked by the shadow of her dream.

"Thank you."

Ichinose Wakaba thanked him in a low, hoarse voice, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time. He didn't look up, but simply picked up the miso soup and sipped it, his movements as light as a feather falling on the water.

Nagasaki Sase sat opposite him, her gaze involuntarily lingering on his face.

Ichinose Wakaba's expression remained calm, with a hint of fatigue, which looked like the kind of fatigue that comes from an adult being busy with life.

There was none of that nauseating fake smile or chilling gaze from my dream.

The person in front of her seemed to have no aggression towards Nagasaki Sase, and even took the initiative to avoid getting close to her, as if afraid of frightening the girl.

This cautious attitude made Nagasaki Sase feel that he was more like an abandoned wanderer than the demon who controlled everything in his dream.

He looked...like he was very helpless.

But at the same time, the images from her dream kept resurfacing in Nagasaki Sase's mind, as if reminding her not to be deceived by appearances.

[Could he just be faking it? Once he gets used to this place, will he revert to the way he was in my dream?]

This conflicting emotion tormented Nagasaki Sase; she couldn't fully trust Ichinose Wakaba, yet she couldn't completely reject him either. The girl even began to wonder if she had developed a strange dependence on him in reality because of that dream.

What's wrong with me...? Why do I feel uneasy about him, yet I can't completely hate him?

If she had to describe it, this feeling was very similar to the descriptions of Stockholm syndrome she had read about—the victim developing a distorted emotional dependence on the perpetrator.

Although Nagasaki Sase knows that the real Ichinose Wakaba is not the demon in her dream, the girl's heart is still controlled by the shadow of the dream, making it impossible for her to find complete peace.

"I'm done eating." Ichinose Wakaba's voice interrupted the girl's thoughts.

Nagasaki Sase paused for a moment, looked at the empty bowl that Ichinose Wakaba had left, and then realized that her hand was frozen in mid-air, her chopsticks not even touching the rice in the bowl.

"Sorry, Ruoye-kun, I'll wash my own dishes later." She quickly lowered her head, took a big bite of rice, and tried to hide her embarrassment.

After moving into the Nagasaki family home, just as Nagasaki Sosei would prepare a meal for her, Ichinose Wakaba would help wash the dishes after the meal.

Although the two did not communicate, they had a clear division of labor, as if they had known each other for many years.

With Ichinose Wakaba gone, the restaurant fell silent again, with only the soft sound of spoons hitting the rim of bowls.

Nagasaki Sase stared at the white rice in her bowl, her mind in turmoil. She wanted to say something, but felt it was unnecessary. She wanted to distance herself from him, but felt that would be too harsh on him.

After all, Ichinose Wakaba's background is pitiful, especially since she and Nagasaki Sase were hurt by the same father.

In addition, just two days ago, Nagasaki Sase couldn't help but ask, "Wakaba-kun, do you know Shoko?"

"Xiangzi?"

I saw Xiangzi with you at the convenience store last time.

"Xiangzi, are you talking about Toyokawa-san?"

"Hmm, you're quite familiar with her?"

"I wouldn't say I'm familiar with him, since he's a new employee and the manager asked me to train him."

"Really."

"Miss Shuangshi, is she someone you know?"

"Just call me Shuangshi, um, we're friends."

Nagasaki Sase breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that Toyokawa Shoko and Ichinose Wakaba had no relation whatsoever.

As for Ichinose Wakaba and Arima Kana?

For Nagasaki Sōse, who only cared about Toyokawa Sōko, this kind of thing was irrelevant, as long as Toyokawa Sōko wasn't harmed by Ichinose Wakaba.

Therefore, in a good mood, she told Ichinose Wakaba not to use honorifics.

"Shuangshi".

However, this seemingly ordinary call struck Nagasaki Sase like a knock on the door of her heart, causing her to shudder. She should have felt happy to be addressed like that by her younger brother, but when those two words came from Ichinose Wakaba's lips, a sense of unease involuntarily welled up within her.

That familiar tone and manner of speaking were like a key, unlocking a door that Nagasaki Sase had almost forgotten, a door hidden deep in her heart. She recalled those dreams as if by conditioned reflex—the blurry outlines, the cold gaze, and the hand reaching out to the girl, always seemingly separated by an invisible barrier, preventing her from touching them yet making them impossible to ignore.

"..."

Nagasaki Sase remained silent, then looked up at the man before her. In the instant their eyes met, she caught a subtle glimpse of something. Ichinose Wakaba seemed to be deliberately avoiding her gaze, but his eyes occasionally betrayed concern and worry, clear and open—he was worried about me.

But it was this gaze that made the brown-haired girl feel an indescribable heaviness, as if the stone pressing on her heart was even harder to move.

Nagasaki Sase's lips pursed slightly, countless thoughts swirling in her mind, yet she felt as if her thoughts were blocked, unable to utter a single word. She could only let those perplexing ideas echo repeatedly in her mind.

Did I go too far...?

The girl's fingers gripped the hem of her dress tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white. She couldn't ignore her own coldness and aloofness just now, even her subconscious defensiveness.

But the person in front of me has clearly done nothing wrong; he's just concerned about me, nothing more.

I'm such a terrible person.

The girl thought to herself.

Yesterday's 5152 was because I wanted to divide it into paragraphs, but I found it was difficult to divide it into two chapters, so...

As for the draft chapters, I've already written up to chapter 86.

86-54=32 chapters

18 days' worth of quantity

Chapter 58: Has she reconciled?

That was just a dream; the man in the dream was fake... fake.

Nagasaki Sase's thoughts were drawn back to the dream that had so troubled her. The man in her dream was so similar to the man in reality, even his familiar voice was identical. But were the events, the emotions, and the ambiguous entanglements in the dream truly just a young girl's fantasy?

Hey, Soyo, do you like it?

This is the one Xiangzi just used! Dad knows you really like Xiangzi, so he came right after Xiangzi used it on you.

In the memory of the dream, Nagasaki Sosei didn't know whether Ichinose Wakaba did it on purpose or—he definitely did it on purpose.

In her dream, Ichinose Wakaba and Toyokawa Shoko became an enviable, loving couple after their marriage. But only Nagasaki Sawa knew that in the dead of night, listening to Toyokawa Shoko's suppressed breathing in the next room, her heart burned like a flame.

Jealousy, jealousy that man had his white moonlight pressed beneath him, making Toyokawa Shoko show those shameful expressions.

After feeling jealous, Nagasaki Sase's body began to anticipate and yearn to take her place.

Nagasaki Sase wouldn't have to wait long; after Toyokawa Shoko fell asleep, exhausted, Ichinose Wakaba would push open the door to her room.

Did Soyo behave well?

Does Xiangzi smell good?

Want to experience more of Xiangzi's flavor?

Thinking of this, Nagasaki Sōse was filled with shame and indignation. If it weren't for the fact that Toyokawa Sōko was sleeping next door and her concern that the other woman would be left a widow, she would definitely have bitten the scumbag who was talking about sisterhood.

Such memories abound in her dreams, so many that Nagasaki Sose simply cannot look at Ichinose Wakaba with the same eyes one would use to look at a younger brother.

"Shuangshi, are you feeling unwell?"

Nagasaki Sōse was slightly taken aback, his gaze instinctively avoiding Ichinose Wakaba's clear eyes, his heart filled with complex emotions.

The brown-haired girl knew perfectly well that the other person was just concerned about her, but she couldn't ignore the vague emotions in her dream—that unprecedented intimacy, that invisible dependence, made Nagasaki Sosei unconsciously overlap the image of Ichinose Wakaba in front of her with the "father" figure in her dream. And this overlap, however, made her feel a sharp pain.

Nagasaki Sase shook his head, trying to shake off this pointless entanglement. But the more he thought about it, the clearer the contradiction and unease became.

This unease and inner turmoil left Nagasaki Sase feeling more exhausted than ever before. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

I shouldn't have doubted him.

This thought kept echoing in Nagasaki Sase's mind. She bit her lower lip, recalling the turmoil and confusion she felt during those dreams, trying to find a reasonable explanation.

But the real Ichinose Wakaba is so different from the image in her dream that she can't truly overlap the two.

Especially recently, his interactions with Ichinose Wakaba have made Nagasaki Sase unknowingly start paying attention to his life.

Unlike Wakaba-kun, I still have my mother and Shoko...

Although her mother was often busy with work and away from home, she was always Nagasaki Saya's pillar of support; Toyokawa Shoko's presence was like a warm ray of light, bringing her salvation and support. And what about Ichinose Wakaba?

Nagasaki Sosei's gaze fell on the window beside him, and the calm face of Ichinose Wakaba appeared before his eyes. The other had never brought up his past, but Nagasaki Sosei knew that he had grown up in an orphanage and had lived alone ever since. He had no family, no one to rely on, and even the most basic care was probably an occasional luxury.

Such a life is heartbreaking.

Perhaps... it's his current state that's making me waver.

Nagasaki Sase sighed softly, feeling a strange sense of melancholy. In their recent life together, she found herself unconsciously finding reasons for Ichinose Wakaba's behavior, and even silently speaking up for him in her heart.

Or perhaps...

Her gaze dimmed slightly, as if she had seen a part of the truth she didn't want to face.

Perhaps it's because I see a reflection of myself in him.

A lonely shadow, a solitary shadow.

Nagasaki Sasuke once felt like an unwanted person. No one would willingly enter her world, and no one would truly understand the feelings deep within her heart.

Ichinose Wakaba's concern, his gentleness, and his forbearance all seem like a disguise. And beneath these disguises, does he also harbor the same loneliness as Nagasaki Sasayo?

Thinking about this, Nagasaki Sase suddenly felt an indescribable weariness. She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and tried to calm herself down.

Perhaps I shouldn't dwell on whether the dream was real or not, but instead... try to understand it.

When this thought came to mind, Nagasaki Sase felt a slight sense of relief.

"They probably didn't suspect anything, right?"