Chapter 212: Desire Erupts

Looking at the five Demi-Human girls before him who appeared ready to devote themselves at any moment, Lance felt a headache coming on.

He still had to undergo the Heroic Spirit Baptism tomorrow. How could he possibly have the mood to fool around here?

Not to mention that he had heard plenty of stories in his previous life about honey traps and scams. Who knew what kind of background these girls had?

“Stop. Stay right there. Don't move.”

In the end, Lance mercilessly raised a hand and made a stopping gesture.

“Put everything you're holding on that table over there.”

His tone left absolutely no room for negotiation.

The girls were intimidated by his voice. Even though they were already quite fond of the handsome black-haired youth before them—

They could only obediently comply, gently placing the silver trays they carried onto the nearby walnut round table.

“Good.”

Lance pointed toward the door that had not yet been closed.

“Now, all of you leave.”

“Go back and tell the person who sent you that I have a personal habit. I don't like anyone disturbing me while I'm resting.”

“Without my permission, nobody is to approach my room.”

“But, my lord...”

The fox-eared girl seemed to want to make one last attempt. Blushing, the fluffy tail behind her drooped pitifully.

“If we fail to serve you properly, Officer Vance will punish us tomorrow...”

“That's your problem, not mine.”

Lance looked at her expressionlessly.

“Leave. And close the door on your way out.”

The five girls exchanged glances. Although they were filled with regret, they did not dare disobey this lord's command. They could only reluctantly bow once more before filing out of the room, looking back every few steps.

With a click, the door finally closed again.

Only the Elven harp melody flowing from the phonograph remained in the room, making the atmosphere especially quiet.

Lance let out a long breath and, feeling mentally exhausted, threw himself heavily onto the absurdly large bed. His body was instantly enveloped by the softness of the velvet mattress.

He could not help rubbing his slightly swollen temples.

The people of White River City...

Weren't they playing things a little too wildly?

For the first time, he suddenly felt out of place because he wasn't perverted enough.

His eyes swept over the assortment of strange toys and even alchemical potions left on the table.

He sighed inwardly.

Moreover, he did not know whether it was because advancing into his class had completely activated the Source Essence of the Red Dragon, but he could feel the suppressed desires deep within him becoming increasingly difficult to restrain.

He knew this was a characteristic of the Dragon-blooded.

But he had never expected that when he saw those girls just now—

He had nearly reacted on the spot.

It was an uncontrollable impulse, almost like his body's instinctive desire to fight.

What nonsense.

Forget about it for now. He would find a way to deal with it later.

The most important matter was tomorrow's Heroic Spirit Baptism.

He had heard that the Heroic Spirit Baptism took place within the Astral Realm. The experience would probably be quite similar to entering Chaos's game instance before.

He needed to obtain that blessing as quickly as possible and then immediately return to Graystone Town to participate in the Summer Crown.

As a veteran high-level player from his previous life, he could hardly wait to start grinding levels again. He intended to reach the Legendary Realm within five years. There was no way he could miss an annual event instance like this.

If he stayed in White River City for a few more days, he was genuinely afraid he might make some kind of mistake.

He climbed out of bed and changed his clothes.

There was a private bathing pool in the suite, and he directly soaked in a hot bath.

He had to admit that he had never experienced such luxurious enjoyment even in his previous life.

After estimating the cost, he figured that a suite like this would probably be charged in gold coins per night.

It gave him a deeper appreciation of just how much money flowed through the Veterans’ Institute. If a single officer could embezzle this much wealth, it was far safer and more profitable than risking one's life as an Adventurer.

After washing up, the exhausted Lance did not think any further and simply lay down on the bed to sleep.

Lance closed his eyes, and his consciousness quickly became drowsy.

He felt as though his body were a feather, continuously falling downward into a warm darkness.

Yet during that descent, he suddenly felt his back land upon something solid.

Lance slowly opened his eyes and discovered that he was still lying in the luxurious suite.

The Reflection Crystal overhead still emitted its warm yellow glow, and the melody of the Elven harp still flowed from the phonograph. However, the sound seemed to carry a faint echo now, as though it were coming through a layer of water.

At some point, a pleasant fragrance had appeared in the air, like violets mixed with an intoxicating sweetness.

However, his hands and feet seemed temporarily unable to move.

“So it's a dream...”

Lance sighed inwardly.

He knew very well that he had already fallen asleep. This lucid dream state was not unfamiliar to him.

It seemed that the reproductive instincts and agitation brought about by the activation of his True Dragon bloodline through Source Essence had indeed significantly influenced his subconscious.

After forcibly sending away those five charming Demi-Human maids—

The moment his brain fell asleep, it had immediately arranged a very realistic “dream compensation” for him.

Just as Lance was preparing to see what kind of antics his subconscious would come up with, he felt the mattress beside him sink slightly.

A gentle weight settled next to him.

Turning his head, he saw that the person sitting at the bedside was none other than Yvette, the “literary girl” from Violet Academy whom he had met earlier that day on the stone bridge of White River City.

However, compared to the obedient and quiet image she had presented during the day, she was practically a completely different person now.

Her rimless glasses were gone, and the neatly braided hair had been completely loosened. Her waterfall-like long hair draped casually over her fair shoulders, carrying a lazy and alluring charm.

Without the lenses concealing her features, her flawless and delicate face was fully revealed.

Especially her eyes.

The corners were slightly upturned, carrying a hint of cunning.

As though she had been waiting for a long time, she stretched lazily. Her top outlined her slender waist and the full curves of her upper body.

She still wore the skirt from earlier, and the black stockings he had seen that morning still wrapped around her long, shapely legs.

Under the light, she exuded an overwhelming sense of allure.

“My subconscious has excellent taste.”

Lance silently praised himself.

He had only caught a brief glimpse of her during the day, yet his brain had managed to fill in every detail of her figure in the dream to such an outrageously perfect degree.

It had even simulated the realistic sensation of the stockings slightly pressing against her skin.

Since it was his own dream, Lance simply relaxed and allowed himself to sink into the bed while observing the “illusion” before him with interest.

Of course, the Yvette sitting beside the bed at this moment was real.

She had already quietly constructed the dreamscape and, using the mark she had left on Lance's hand during their handshake earlier that day, successfully pulled his consciousness into her dream.

She was a Level 5 Dream Mage.

In her eyes, Lance was merely a newly advanced melee brute who had just stepped onto the path of professional advancement. His Spirit Attribute was surely his weakness.

Within this dream that she controlled, he had no ability to resist her will.

Her objective today was simple.

She wanted to find out how this man knew Senior Ilysia and what qualities he possessed that had attracted her attention.

Seeing that his gaze seemed captivated by her charm, Yvette could not help feeling a little proud.

After all, this dream was entirely under her control.

She did not mind using her beauty to obtain information. It would save time, and by tomorrow morning, he would forget everything that happened here.

“Don't be nervous. As long as you listen obediently, I won't hurt you.”

Summoning her courage, she slightly raised one of her long legs and settled herself in an extremely intimate position atop his chest, bringing them close enough to hear each other's breathing.

However, this was already Yvette's limit.

It was her first time using such a method within a dream to obtain information.

She had heard that Dragon-blooded men were particularly susceptible to this sort of thing.

Everything she knew came from novels Yuna had lent her.

“The sensory feedback in this dream is absolutely perfect...”

Lance thought to himself.

His eyes remained quietly fixed upon her, anticipating how the dream's storyline would continue.

“My subconscious not only creates this kind of content—it even writes a plot for itself...”

Seeing no reaction from Lance, Yvette assumed her nightmare influence was still insufficient.

Her fingers lightly brushed across his Adam's apple, moving upward before finally stopping beneath his chin and gently lifting it.

“If you answer my questions, I can give you a little reward.”

Just as Yvette was about to ask her first question—

Suddenly...

*Slap.*

She saw Lance's hand close around her wrist.

Eh?!

The alluring smile on Yvette's face instantly froze.

In disbelief, she lowered her head and stared at the hand firmly gripping her wrist.

Wasn't he completely locked down by my dream?!

How could he possibly move?!

Yvette abruptly raised her head and met Lance's eyes.

At that moment, she felt her heart skip two beats.

His pupils had already turned dark gold, as though flickering with a dangerous light.

“It's a deal!”

Lance smoothly rolled over.

Caught off balance, Yvette let out a startled cry as Lance pinned her down.

“B-But... I haven't even asked yet?!”

Yvette was already so shocked that she could barely speak coherently.

How could someone of a lower level than her break free from her control within a dream?

She was a Nightmare Witch!

“It's fine! The night is going to be long!”

“Eh? Eh?!!! Wuwuwu... yiya yiya—”