Going to Ms. Norah’s dreams.

Alright, with your dream memories back, it’s time to recapitulate.

Number 1: It seems that in the second threesome dream you didn’t accidentally bring Shelly into it. That’s good. It means you can control it.

Number 2: While Vivian didn’t tell you what the dreams were, she admitted liking them. That means she’ll soon be open to sharing you with Shelly! Things are looking good.

Number 3:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

You want Ms. Norah!

Your greed might be going out of control, but you can’t help it! You have a girlfriend who is well on her way to accepting your relationship with your sister, and now you want her mother?

…

Well, yes. She’s been a fantasy since you met her, and it’s been only recently that your mind has been occupied with other thoughts.

AND THAT KISS!

Was she really that drunk or is there something really there? Years of disappointment make you convince yourself it really was the wine, but you still remain hopeful that she actually has a small thing for you.

Though you ask yourself the important question. Are you helping Vivian and Ms. Norah because you want them to be part of your harem?

…

The answer’s obvious. You’re helping them because that’s what feels right. After all, your awake self has no idea the harem plan is ongoing. As far as he knows, being with Shelly and Vivian at the same time is a far-off dream, and Ms. Norah is nothing more than an impossible fantasy.

Hesitation stops, and with Ms. Norah’s image clear in you mind, her door slides before you. You take a deep breath and go in.

It starts with an odd sensation. You know for a fact you’re entering a dream, yet you feel as if you’re just waking up. You feel warm and notice you’re in a bed, wrapped I comfortable blankets. You feel comfortable and content. You have an easy smile on your face.

“Oh, are you awake?”

You hear a familiar voice besides you, yet you can’t believe your ears. A cold feeling of emptiness sets in your stomach at the impossibility of what this is. You turn your head to look to your side and find…

… none other than Ms. Norah, looking at you with a radiant, lazy, morning smile.

“Good morning, Love.” She tells you, and you can practically feel the tenderness in her voice. She seems to be just waking up, too.

“Good morning, Dear.” You reply automatically, smiling lazily at her. It seems that in you shock, you lost control of yourself.