I'm a teacher in Tokyo!

"Yoshizaki Kawa, what kind of person am I in your eyes?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 119 Helping Tomie Get Dressed (Seeking monthly votes, sob sob)

In his previous life, Yoshizaki Kawa had read some dream analysis on a third-rate lucid dreaming forum.

It raises a very interesting point: sex is not allowed in lucid dreams. One comment says that if you are a virgin, your brain has never experienced these things, so it cannot support the rendering of the plot.

Most of the time, they get stuck on the part about undressing or kissing, and then they wake up from the dream or fall into an ordinary dream.

Then there was a reply to him saying that I had experienced it in real life, but why did it still not work?

Finally, perhaps through experiments with lucid dreaming, the two arrived at a common conclusion;

You can't take off your clothes in a dream, so you can't have sex.

Since ancient times, humans have worn grass skirts for hunting, and clothing has been imbued with many meanings.

It is armor, used to protect against the extreme cold.

It is a wall, defining a private territory for your body and preventing others from spying on you.

It is a flag that defines your attributes.

When people first meet, they always start by looking at what people wear. Black, white, pink, and floral patterns are all given different connotations.

Black is understated, white is pure, pink is flamboyant, floral patterns—this person is a slut.

Grass skirts, tops, bottoms, underwear and outerwear – as times have progressed, clothing has become increasingly diverse, and the awareness of private territory has grown stronger.

In dreams, they symbolize defense.

When a person appears naked in a dream, it means that her inner defenses have been broken down and she is in her most vulnerable state.

It's impossible to put yourself in that state during a lucid dream, so you can't have sex in a dream because you can't take off your clothes.

Furthermore, when people are unguarded, they become extremely aggressive.

Yoshizaki had no idea what was going on here, nor did he have any clue what was going on.

He countered with, "What kind of person do you hope to be in my eyes?"

Tomie shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears. She didn't know what she truly thought or what kind of person she hoped to be in his eyes.

Those words I just said were purely to vent my emotions; I didn't know it, I really didn't know.

At that moment, Yoshizaki Kawa, who was squatting, suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand, and placed it in front of the latter.

"Let me take you to see what kind of person you are."

She seemed hesitant, curled up in the corner without getting up. After a moment, Tomie finally raised her hand, trembling, and grabbed that hand.

He was then pulled up.

She was completely naked except for a pair of socks with a dog pattern on her feet. But perhaps because it was a dream, Yoshizaki was not affected by Tomie's powerful charm in reality, so even though she was naked in front of him, he did not feel that the allure was very strong.

"I'll carry you."

Looking at Yoshizaki Kawa, who was dressed in front of her, Tomie didn't seem to be resistant to it. She silently leaned on Yoshizaki Kawa's shoulder, her cheek close to his shoulder.

She felt as if she were being sheltered, like being held up by an umbrella in the rain, which gave her a sense of security and helped stabilize her emotions.

Carrying Tomie on his back, he walked into the corridor;

The strange noises continued from the other side of the wall, with screams, roars, and the sound of some kind of reptile crawling coming from time to time.

However, beyond this corridor lies the edge of Tomie's dream.

Yoshizaki ignored the noise from the other side, while Tomie leaned comfortably on his broad shoulders as if she couldn't hear it.

The corridor seemed to grow ever more distant, the road ahead unpredictable, and even time and space lost their meaning at this moment.

"In this world, no one can make you who you are, Tomie. Only you can decide who you are."

"So, in my eyes you are Tomie, and not anyone else."

"Um……"

"Do you remember what I said to you in the office before?"

"do not remember."

Tomie squinted her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being carried forward, her previous hesitation and fear fading away.

The privacy in front of the body is covered, as if wearing a layer of clothing.

"You are first and foremost a human being, and only then everything else. The attributes that society gives you are only what others see in your eyes. Don't pursue the attributes that others give you. Think about what your true nature is. You are not a prostitute, not a whore. You are just a beautiful girl in the prime of her life named Tomie Kawakami."

Yoshizaki Kawa pushed open the door in the corridor and entered Tomie's room;

He didn't close the door, but it closed automatically.

The moment the door closed, the once clean corridor outside instantly turned into a blood-red mess of rotting flesh and bones scattered all over the floor. A woman's head, now only half its original size with bulging eyes, rolled slowly from the other side of the corridor to the doorway in terror, gently bumping against it with a low thud.

Even so, her eyelids were still trembling, and her remaining eyeballs were shaking incessantly due to intense fear;

As she lay dying, she entered another layer of nightmare;

In the darkness, Matsumoto Mizuki's thoughts and logic were completely destroyed by fear. She was back to the beginning, inside the blankets.

Under the pale moonlight, she pulled the blanket tighter, covering her naked body.

Her eyes darted frantically to the cabinet, the window, and the corner. She wanted to turn on the light, but was afraid that the evil ghost was right under it.

She wanted to get up and draw the curtains, but was afraid there were evil spirits under the bed;

But her instinct for survival made her grit her teeth, immediately get out of bed, and walk to the window;

next moment,

The glass made a teeth-grinding, creaking sound.

The upside-down face slammed against the glass like a free-falling object, and just as it was about to hit the glass, Matsumoto Mizuki yanked the curtains shut!

She had just breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time,

outside the door,

"Dong, dong, dong——"

The knocking sound was like a death knell, or a giant hand gripping her heart.

She suddenly turned on the room light, and the light shone into the room;

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was tense like a madwoman. She tried to find some weapons in the room, but to Matsumoto Mizuki's despair, there was absolutely nothing in the huge room!

The knocking at the door started slowly and then became extremely fast, like a wild beast ramming against the door, with unsettling loosening sounds coming from both sides of the door.

"It can't get in, it can't get in. This is my own world, this is my dream, the dream in my heart."

At this moment, Matsumoto Mizuki was pacing around the room in a frenzy, muttering to herself and trying to comfort herself, as if this could relieve the pressure that was pushing her to the limit.

But, at this moment.

The banging on the door suddenly stopped abruptly, and then;

"Squeak-yah-"

The door slowly opened.

Then, she saw the mutilated head in front of the door; it was her own reflection.

The next moment, the world spun around her, and she felt as if she were flying. In the 180-degree rotation, she saw the evil spirit standing behind her, which had been there all along.

Amidst her soaring head, the fear of impending death terrified her, leaving her utterly powerless. If only... all of this could be done over again.

Matsumoto Mizuki suddenly woke up from her bed and looked at the open door outside. She didn't dare to get out of bed at that moment.

The moonlight shone brightly, casting a soft glow on the quilt;

Her gaze was fixed on the doorway.

At that moment, there seemed to be some movement under the bed, such as the rustling sound of clothes being put on, or the sound of mice gnawing on a wooden board.

In the quiet environment, the sound seemed particularly jarring.

She looked down at the floor in horror. Almost instantly, a hand shot out and grabbed her ear. She instinctively looked up, blood splattering everywhere. Her ear was ripped off. Matsumoto Mizuki tried to pull back, but was violently dragged under the bed.

A chewing sound came from behind.

Matsumoto Mizuki lay on the bed once again, her heart pounding like a pump, swallowing nervously.

This time she vowed that she would stay in bed and not go anywhere or look anywhere!

However, when she lifted the covers;

A pale face was hidden under the covers, revealing a chilling smile to her.

……

Inside the room,

Yoshizaki placed Tomie on the bed.