The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies

“It’s getting late, Adele. We should go.”

“…Okay.”

Adele nodded, suppressing her swirling thoughts. She glanced at the antique clock on the wall, its pendulum swinging at a noticeably slower pace than in the real world.

About… half the speed? she estimated. Which means… I’ll have an hour in here for every thirty minutes in the real world.

And if I have a dream within this dream… will I be trapped forever, like in Inception?

That wasn’t a comforting thought. If Sharon wanted to, she could make this dream a living nightmare, a labyrinth of horrors that Adele would never escape.

Adele shivered, but then… she reminded herself that Sharon was… gentle. Timid. Almost… childish.

For now, she was safe.

But she couldn’t let her guard down. She had to play her cards right, to gain Sharon’s trust, her affection… to make her fall for… the real Adele.

Only then would Adele feel truly… safe.

They reached Sharon’s room, and Adele was surprised to find it… modern. Tastefully decorated in a European style, its furniture sleek and contemporary. It was located on the north side of the castle, however, its windows facing a courtyard, which gave it a slightly… gloomy atmosphere.

Sharon flicked on the lights, their soft, amber glow casting the room in a warm, inviting light.

Adele reminded herself: I’m visiting my girlfriend’s room. Act like… the dominant one!

Yes, that was the key!

She settled onto the edge of Sharon’s bed, sinking into the plush mattress, her movements casual, her posture relaxed.

This is nice…

Some people claimed that dreams were devoid of physical sensations. But that was simply… wrong. The human mind was capable of recreating any sensation, any experience, drawing from a vast library of memories, of stored data.

If you had eaten a cake that day, its frosting overly sweet, cloying… that sensation, that memory, would be readily available to your subconscious, ready to be woven into the fabric of your dreams.

As for those who claimed that their… “spicy dreams” lacked… realism… well, perhaps they needed to… expand their repertoire of experiences. Ahem.

Sharon closed the door, the soft click a familiar sound, a comforting ritual. When she was alone in the castle, she usually retreated to her room, seeking solace in its familiar comforts.

And now… with Adele… it was even more… appealing.

She wanted to keep Adele hidden, to protect her from the prying eyes of… the world.

She turned, her gaze settling on Adele, who was sitting on her bed, her posture relaxed, her expression… expectant?

Sharon’s cheeks flushed, her heart skipping a beat.

She sat down beside Adele, drawn by the unspoken invitation in Adele’s pink eyes, the warmth, the… desire? It was a look she had never seen before, not in the real Adele.

She felt a surge of… joy? Hope?

But she ignored the nagging sense of… wrongness. She attributed it to… their growing intimacy, the deepening of their… love?

Before she could even speak, Adele reached out, her hand taking Sharon’s, their fingers intertwining, their touch lingering, their warmth a silent expression of… something more.

Sharon’s body tensed, then relaxed, her hand melting into Adele’s grasp, her bones turning to liquid.

“Sharon,” Adele said, her voice soft yet playful, a smile curving her lips. “How long have we been… together?”

Sharon, her heart pounding in her chest, knew the answer. But she wanted to hear Adele say it, to confirm… their love.

“T-Two months…” she stammered, her cheeks burning.

Two months. It wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either. Adele had been at the academy for just over two months, from early autumn to late autumn, winter fast approaching.

She’s been… hypnotizing me since I arrived?

Adele shuddered, a wave of revulsion washing over her. Even Sharon’s beauty, her charm, couldn’t erase the feeling of… violation.

To be manipulated, to have her subconscious invaded, her will subverted… it was a crime.

But Sharon… she was just a lonely, insecure girl, her heart as pure and untouched as freshly fallen snow.

And their dreams, so far… they had been… innocent. Sweet. Romantic.

They had been like… a normal couple, exploring the academy, sharing secrets, holding hands, stealing kisses…

They had gone on dates, had explored the city, had shared bubble tea, had visited all the tourist attractions… Within a dream, anything was possible.

It was no wonder Sharon had become so… attached. So… delusional.

She had blurred the lines between reality and fantasy, had lost herself in a world… that didn’t exist.

And the irony was… Sharon, in her innocence, had never even considered anything… physical. Their relationship, even in her dreams, had remained… pure.

But Adele, now fully aware, her mind clear, her intentions… less than pure… well, she had other ideas.@@novelbin@@

She focused her attention on Sharon, her gaze intense, her smile… predatory.

Sharon, flustered by Adele’s scrutiny, tried to avert her gaze, but Adele’s other hand reached out, cupping her cheek, her fingers gently brushing against her lips.

“Adele…” Sharon whispered, her breath catching in her throat, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and… fear?

Adele tilted her head, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, her pink eyes sparkling with a playful curiosity.

“Is that… not allowed?” she asked, her voice a soft tease.

Sharon’s eyes widened, her breath hitching.

“…N-No… It’s not that…” She didn’t know what Adele was referring to, but… she couldn’t refuse her. Not Adele.

“So… it’s allowed?” Adele pressed, her smile widening, her gaze never leaving Sharon’s face.

She was playing a game, testing the boundaries, gauging Sharon’s… tolerance. And so far… she was pleased with the results.

Sharon, her cheeks burning, her breath ragged, nodded, her surrender complete.

She’s so cute…

Adele’s eyes darkened, their pink hue intensifying, their shape… almost heart-shaped.

“Then… I won’t hold back~”

And with that, she pushed Sharon onto the bed, straddling her waist, pinning her hands above her head.

Sharon’s silver-gray hair fanned out across the pillows, her lips parting in a soft gasp, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and… something else. Something that made Adele’s heart race.

So this is what it feels like… to be in control.

Adele had no intention of being the victim, not even in a dream, not even in Sharon’s domain. She would be the aggressor, the one who… took what she wanted.

And as long as Sharon didn’t resist… well, the possibilities were… endless.

But as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Sharon’s, the world around them flickered, the dream dissolving, the scenery fragmenting, like a computer program crashing, its data scattering, its reality… collapsing.

And then… she was alone, her hand reaching out to grasp… nothing.

“Huh?”

………………

In the real world, in Adele’s dorm room…

Sharon woke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath ragged, her body trembling with a mixture of… excitement and… something else. Something that made her want to… hide.

She had fled, had retreated from the dream, from Adele’s touch, her mind overwhelmed by a wave of… something she couldn’t quite name.

Slam!

The door to Adele’s room slammed shut, her footsteps a hurried patter as she retreated to the safety of her own room, her heart still racing, her cheeks still burning.

“Ow… My head…”

Adele, rubbing her temples, slowly sat up, her mind foggy, her body aching with a dull, throbbing pain. But…

“I remember… I remember the dream,” she murmured, her gaze drifting towards her door, her expression a mixture of amusement and… something else.

It wasn’t the door she was looking at. It was the girl behind the door, the girl who was hiding, who was… running.

A slow, predatory smile curved her lips.

“You can’t escape, my… dream girl~”