Louis tried to plant a seed in Mrs. Greenwood's dreamscape, but he was notified that he didn't have enough dream points to create a dream seed.
To create a seed, he needed 100 points, while he only had one at the moment.
He didn't know what to do with one point, so he hid his disappointment and put up a strong front.
Mrs. Greenwood saw the trace of disappointment Louis tried to conceal, and she sighed in her heart.
She knew that even if this child tried to act strong, he was affected whether he dared admit to it or not.
Feeling like it was best to change the subject, she clapped her hands. "Alright, let's start by distributing the tasks first! Where do you want to start?"
Louis' mind whirled and he said, "The second floor is mostly clean—my parents' master bedroom, the bathroom, and shower are fine, it's just my bedroom… ahem, I'll clean my bedroom, Auntie can wash the dishes and work on the… living room?"
From his tone, Mrs. Greenwood understood that the majority of Louis' activity was concentrated on his bedroom.
Perhaps even eating, studying, and non essential activities were concentrated in that small space of comfort, meaning that while the house in its entirety was modestly clean, the real mess was in the bedroom.
With that in mind, she smiled. "I have a better idea. Let me handle your bedroom, and you can start by cleaning downstairs and meet me up. Once we're done, we can then check the basement and see what we can work on there."
Louis opened and closed him mouth, clearly embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck and said, "Erm, my bedroom Mrs. Greenwood, it's a little too…"
"It's fine," Mrs. Greenwood interrupted, lifting the sanitizer and disinfectant from the bucket and winking. "I've come prepared for the worst. Now, get on with the kitchen and the living room. Don't forget to check the fridge—just toss everything out. You can have dinner at our place tonight."
She then looked at the wrinkled pajamas and added, "Change into something clean as well, we will take your laundry with us later."
Louis put on a resigned expression as he nodded his head and mumbled, "Alright Auntie, I understand…"
Rolling the sleeves of his shirt, Louis moved out to start with the living room. It wasn't too dirty per say, but Louis had a determined look in his eyes.
He set a goal for himself to increase the impression level of Mrs. Greenwood to a full 100 points bar by the end of the day—nothing could stop him.
Seeing the determined look on Louis' face, Mrs. Greenwood's smile brightened.
She was more than happy to witness a devastated young man grow into something greater. It more than satisfied her motherly tendencies, and it could be something worth making a story of in her later years.
Women loved supporting and helping men into making something great of themselves.
This was a trait in the heart of every loving mother and devoted wife.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up her cleaning kit and moved along the corridor, up the staircase, and took a turn down the hallway with great familiarity.
Soon, she reached Louis' bedroom and pushed the door open, taking a look inside.
She sighed.
As Louis said, it was a total mess inside.
She placed the cleaning kit aside and rolled out a few disposable plastic bags, then marched her way into the room.
First, she pushed the partially opened curtains to the full and opened the window for some healthy airflow.
Afterwards, she began picking up the pieces of laundry on the floor into a designated disposable bag, followed by separate bags for things like toys, manga, CDs, and garbage.
She decided to get everything packed up in the hallway first, work on the foundation of the room, the bring back the items in a tidy order.
When everything was piled up on the floor, it might seem like the room is too cramped up.
However, when organized well, everything would seem like it'd fit.
As she crouched to reach for the manga and CDs under the bed, Mrs. Greenwood's eyes widened at the contents and the labels on the CDs.
MILF, DDLG, BDSM, CNC, Infidelity, Incest, Taboo, Cunnulings, FFM, Cosplay, Interracial, Non-con, Blackmail…
After just one look, Mrs. Greenwood immediately closed the box with a tight slam, her face flushed red to the ears.
She took in long, deep breaths to calm herself, and acting as though she didn't see anything, she pushed the box back under the bed.
She convinced herself that this was the result of the teenage hormones going out of control when Louis lacked a role model and a parental figure to supervise him after that incident.
Part of her wanted to grab him, sit down, and have the "talk" about these things, but thinking that all of this was happening within the privacy of his bedroom, she felt like it might be too much.
As long as it was confined to the privacy of his bedroom, no one had the rights to interfere with his private life.
After all, from a legal perspective, he was an adult and didn't need the supervision and protection of a legal guardian.
With that thought in mind, she pushed the idea aside and stood up, deciding to focus on the room's hygiene.
…
"She should have found them by now, right?" Louis murmured to himself as he did the dishes with a smile. "That should score me a few impression points, but I'm not sure… Isn't there a list for this kind of thing? I mean the dreamscapes have a list."
Just as this thought appeared, a list of impression bars appeared in front of Louis.
Louis realized that other than Julie, pretty much everyone else he knew had their impression of him reset to a value of 0 points.
Perhaps the fairy kept Julie's impression of him as a benefit of the trial run, and it had seemingly increased a lot after the lucid dream.
It was at the maximum of level 1, and it was grayed out. Louis didn't know whether the current system's level cap was this much or if this was something limited to Julie.
Then again, physical intimacy was the most direct and efficient way to leave an impression on someone.
What was that saying?
"Sex is never just sex."
Louis saw a passport picture of Mrs. Greenwood's face with an impression bar hovering over it.
Lvl1: 60:100
"It increased by fifty points?" Louis pursued his lips into a thin line as he thought, "Do I need to get a little physical for it to level up?"
He wondered if he could get something like a reward if the impression score reached 100/100.
He had the intuition that once the score did reach 100/100, his reward would be a dream seed.
It was just too much of a coincidence that he needed 100 dream points to create a seed while the score cap for the first level of the impression bar was also 100.
Thus, his motivation to increase the impression points to the maximum doubled over, and his eyes blazed with desire.
No matter what, he was going to get into Mrs. Greenwood's dreamscape, by hook or by crook.