A Nightmare and a Message

Kazuma was laying on his back in Satsuki’s room. It was some time in the afternoon, with plenty of light out. There were clothes thrown around the room, as if taken off in a hurry. Kazuma’s body was lightly covered with sweat. Above him was Satsuki, who was lowering herself onto Kazuma’s dick. She too was sweating, though more so than Kazuma. Once she was deep enough onto his dick, Satsuki started to bounce her butt up and down, as she bent over so her face was directly above Kazuma’s.

Kazuma closed his eyes as he savored the sensation of Satsuki vacuum pussy on his dick. He could feel a few droplets of hot sweat sprinkle onto his face. The sweat felt a little off, and it almost seemed to have a scent, like metal. Kazuma opened his eyes and touched one of Satsuki’s sweat drops on his face with one of his hands. It didn’t feel like water at all. He moved his hand so that he could see what he had touched. As soon as he saw it, he knew immediately what it was and froze. It was blood. What the hell?! He frantically moved his hand out of his face and tried to get Satsuki’s attention. But what he saw now brought terror to his mind.

Satsuki was still above him, but her appearance was changing and contorting. It was not like when she transformed into a succubus and it looked painful. Her skin color was becoming a deathly pale. Her neck was forming a crooked bent in the middle. Her irises of her eyes where splitting and their colors were shifting to a red shade. The sweat covering her body had become blood.

Kazuma tried to scream and push her off, but he couldn’t move. As he laid there helplessly, Satsuki slowly brought her deformed face towards Kazuma. Her mouth slightly opened to reveal a set of sharp, crooked teeth and a tongue that looked like it was covered in small quills. When she was a few inches away from his face, she stopped.

“I…won’t…hurt…you,” she growled at him while smiling manically. She continued to move closer to him. Kazuma, unable to stop her closed his eyes and braced himself for the pain.

But nothing happened.

Kazuma carefully opened his eyes. Satsuki was no longer there. Kazuma looked around. He also realized that he in a different place, but it was too dark to make anything out. He was now standing and was clothed. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he began to make out some familiar features to his new surroundings. Wait, this is my house. Before he could think about it more, he heard a creaking noise from behind. He quickly turned to look at the source and saw his parents entering the room. They looked normal and alive.

Before he could say a word, a shadow-like creature formed behind them. Terrified, Kazuma name lunges forward to help. No! But it was futile. The creature grabbed his parents. _Stop it! _Once it seized them, it ripped their bodies apart. Blood splashed everywhere as Kazuma watched in horror as the creature eviscerated them. This…can’t…be…happening.

Kazuma fell to the ground, overcome with despair and terror. But before he could lose it entirely, he felt something warm touch his shoulder. That instant, it was like he had stepped out of a dense fog. His mind, while still disturbed by what he saw, felt normal. His surroundings had also changed. Now he was kneeling on grass. Looking up, he saw he was outside, in what looked like a garden. There were a variety of plants and flowers, all neatly arranged, around him. Before he could do anything, a soft and gently voice spoke from behind him. “That was an awful nightmare you had,” the voice said. As it said that, Kazuma saw a pair of jeans walk out from behind him. Looking up, he saw a woman. She looked to be in her forties. She had auburn hair to her shoulders. Her face looked kind and caring. Her attire was simple. It looked like something one would wear to do some simple gardening. She looked like a normal person, though there was something slightly off about her, but not in a dangerous way.

Naturally, Kazuma’s mind was abuzz with questions. Before he could ask any of them, the woman spoke. “I know you have many questions, so I will answer what I can. Why don’t you sit down?” she said as she gestured to a small wooden table with a pair of chairs across from each other.

Kazuma cautiously got up and walked towards one of the chairs. “I understand why you don’t trust me,” the woman said as she took a seat in the other chair. “This is something very new for you.”

Once the two were seated, the woman began her explanation. “You can call me the Guide,” she said as she smiled. “I’m what you would call a spirit. A being without a physical body.”

“But I’m looking at one,” Kazuma responded, confused at what she was saying.

The Guide smiled. “While this appears to be a physical body, it is closer to an image,” she explained. “This whole place is the same. You could think of it as my inner world.”

“But…how I am here?” Kazuma asked.

“Well, you aren’t physically here. Your physical form is still in Satsuki’s bed. Think of it like an MMO. Your character is you in a virtual world, while you are still sitting in front of your computer,” the Guide explained carefully, almost as if it was talking to a child.

“How are you able to do this? What are you?” Kazuma inquired, still trying to understand what was going on.

“As I said, I am what you would call a spirit. I have existed for as long as sentient races have. My purpose is to guide those races,” the Guide clarified. “Are you familiar with the exodus of the non-humans from your world?”

“Yes, Ariawyn said they left to another world, but she didn’t explain how,” Kazuma answered.

“That’s right,” the Guide continued. “They used magic to create portals to another world. But that is not a simple thing. These portals would require a complex formula for the coordinates for both worlds, using their dimensional velocities and forces to end up in the same place every time. On top of that, they would have to know of another world to go to in the first place.”

“Are you saying that you are the one who gave them that information?” Kazuma asked to clarify his understanding.

“Yes,” the Guide answered. “That was the first time I directly contacted a race I was guiding.”

All of this was a lot of information for Kazuma to process, but it did not answer the important question.

“That’s interesting and all, but why am I here?”

“I brought you here to tell you something about your parent’s ****,” the Guide began. “I am truly sorry for your lose. I was not able to foresee it and could not stop it.”

Kazuma’s mind was filled with thoughts of his parent’s ****. He wanted to know who killed them and why. “Please tell me what you know about their ****!” he asked, almost desperately.

“I am afraid I do not know much,” the Guide began. “What I do know is that there is someone within the Guardians who is trying to conceal information on their ****.”

“Who?!” Kazuma asked frantically as he stood up and banged his hands on the table.

“I don’t know who is behind it,” the Guide answered calmly. “I can tell you that you can trust Ariawyn. I am certain she is not involved in the cover up. I have already talked to her about what I have discovered and she said she will be taking special measures to protect you and your loved ones.”

Disappointed that he was no closer to knowing about his parent’s ****, Kazuma slumped back down into the chair. “I see,” he said weakly.

The Guide gave him a compassionate look. “I understand that you are upset. And I also what to know what is going on just as badly as you do. Just please listen to what Ariawyn says. She knows…” the Guide said until she stopped abruptly before letting out a small giggle.

“It seems someone is trying to wake you up,” the Guide said as she stood up. “If I learn anything else about your parents, I will let you know.”

“Thank you,” Kazuma responded.

“Until we meet again,” the Guide said as everything around Kazuma went white.

AN: Hope you enjoy this chapter. I will be busy next week, so there will not be a chapter next week.