"The processing of your application will be completed by the end of the day. Here, I'll close an eye and give you the keys to your club room in advance," Martin smiled after returning to his seat.
Opening the drawer, he fished out a key chain with three keys locked in it, the number 108 engraved on each key.
It was an empty room on the first level floor of the club building. That building was huge, six floors and housing close to twenty or thirty rooms in each floor.
If not for Louis' scholarship, it would have been a few days of legislative work before he got his club application approved.
Another factor was the school's willingness to see a bad apple turn good, or at least try, even if it happened within the last few months of school life.
The lunch break was over soon, and when Louis returned to his seat, the teacher happened to walk in.
This time, it was their homeroom teacher and class advisor who walked in, and she started the math lesson shortly after a revise on the last assignment.
The moment Louis laid eyes on her, he didn't hesitate to plant a dream seed.
Yes, he had thought about keeping dream seed as backup in the past, but now since he had access to cards in the shop, it no longer bothered him.
After all, with enough points, he could enter anyone's dreams at will.
The dreamscapes log was refreshed.
Now, he had three dreamscapes open for him in total: Julie's, Emma's, and Laura's.
Louis wasn't the only boy to have fantasies about Laura Watson, the distant yet kind class advisor.
"Louis, follow me back to my office," her words after the class was over stunned many, including Louis. "It's about your new club."
Her last sentence was probably left in the open to dispel any negative impact or assumptions the summons would cause.
Although she remained mostly expressionless with a serious face and sharp eyes behind those rimless glances, everyone knew that deep down, she was a caring person.
Then again, anyone without these qualities wouldn't be qualified as a class advisor.
Everyone was surprised that Louis had started a club, but Louis had something else in mind.
Walking into the private office after class, Louis waited for Laura to get behind her desk and sit down before he closed the door behind him—locked with the key.
Laura frowned and asked, "Why did you lock the door?"
While confused, she noticed Louis snapping his fingers, and the next moment, an uncontrollable dizziness afflicted her mind.
Unsurprisingly, the subconscious dream card worked its wonders, and her head slumped down on the desk.
Louis moved over to sit across from Laura and checked the dreamscape log. Laura's dreamscape had switched from offline status to online status.
In the connections log, her name was grayed out just like the rest, even though he knew her impression of him wasn't that deep.
"Dream seeds are more efficient nonetheless, even if I can't decide when the target will fall asleep," Louis murmured, because he knew he had to spend more points to upgrade the dream to a lucid one, and more points if he wanted to enter it.
In total, the points he'd spend might very well exceed the economical value he balanced in his heart.
With a smile, Louis selected the dreamscape through the dream seed and entered, changing it to a lucid dream in the process.
This meant that he wouldn't profit from this transaction, but some profits are meant to be intangible.
…
In Laura's dreamscape.
It was still in the office, but Laura's subconscious thoughts were manipulated and magnified, including her awareness that this was all a dream.
As she looked around, she felt a presence behind her, and all of a sudden, the scene blurred in her perception.
She was now seated not on the chair, but on Louis' lap as he occupied her chair, while she occupied his thighs.
Her expression changed and she almost kicked up in anger, but his firm arms moved much faster—one wrapped around her thin waist, diagonally reaching out to grab her right breast.
His other arm traveled down, his right palm scrolling along her thighs and beneath her pencil skirt, cupping a feel of her uncharacteristically sensitive folds.
Laura's body shook, not knowing since when was her body this sensitive.
"W-who are you?! Let go!" Laura exclaimed, suddenly losing strength in her body, feeling both numb and paralyzed from an odd sensation.
Louis didn't respond immediately. In the dream, he was literally and figuratively a deity.
From her deepest thoughts, he easily summoned any and all sexually charged desires, thoughts, and fantasies she kept buried deep down.
These thoughts slammed into her liberated mind, infused with the notion that this was all but a dream.
To increase her cognition, the distant walls of the office began to blur and twist uncontrollably, and the once small and stuffy office suddenly expanded.
Ah! Hum!! Ah…
Laura could barely maintain a coherent thought in her mind as the lascivious thoughts occupied her head.
Wasn't she supposed to be having a meeting with Louis about his club?
Yes, Louis…
As if that thought triggered something, the figure behind her on the chair seemed to morph and transformed.
The hands wrapping her body were suddenly clad in the school's uniform, and a voice echoed into her ear, "Is this why you called me here, teacher?"
The question was followed by a kiss on the neck and a bite on the ear. Laura's body shook, and she felt her panties getting stained wet.
"N-no, that's not it!" Laura struggled to maintain her rationality, but the voice behind her didn't let go.
"But you're already this wet, and I'm already so hard…" Louis voice seemed to influence her thoughts ever so slightly.
She suddenly felt a chill in the air. Much to her horrors, she was naked all of a sudden—both of them were.
Her pale white skin contrasted with his bronze complexion, a result of constant exercise in the sun as a sorcerer player.
His young cock pressing on her full buttocks from behind, nestled in the crack of her pinkish cheeks.
His hands were still all over her, though now his left index and thumb were rolling her budding nipple—squeezing and pulling.
She looked down, both alarmed and ashamed, as thin yet visible trickles of liquid dripped from her hairless pussy into his warm hand.
…
Laura closed her eyes tightly and chanted with gritted teeth, "Wake up… wake up… wake up…"
She raised her hand to her mouth, planning to bite into her palm and cheek if it'd wake her up.
However, Louis' hand moved faster and clamped her little palm. She heard him clicking his tongue behind her.
Louis spoke faintly into her ear, "You want some pain, but this isn't the way to do go about it, teacher… Here, let me help you."