FFF-Tier System, SSS-Rank Wife-Chapter 40: Fate-altering lap-pillow

"How about taking a nap, right here, on my lap?"

I squinted my eyes, shook my head then clasped my hands against my cheeks before looking at Selia again.

Yet, even after making sure I was still awake in three different ways, she was still pinching her skirt up, pointing at the perfectly smooth skin on her legs and giving me that god damn unforgivable smile.

"Are you for real?"

Those four words were all I could squeeze out from my throat. And by all means, that’s where the world itself should give me a medal and a fanfare!

’How did we get here in what, three days? And by starting with her almost leaving me behind in that damned jungle?’

"What, do I look like some sort of an illusion?" Selia asked, while switching over the shoulder over which she leaned her head, all to make herself look even more adorable, like a puppy trying its hardest to understand what its owner was asking it to do.

Then, a flicker of gold appeared in her eyes, only for some invisible force to suddenly slam into my back.

Unable to brace myself against an attack I didn’t see coming, I ended up falling right down. Thankfully, I’ve sat far enough from the saintess to avoid hitting her thighs with my face.

Sure, it would be one hell of a happy-go-lucky moment... But this was real life, not some ecchi manga or stupid, horny novel. What protagonists of those stories could pay for with a simple slap to the face that everyone would forget about in an instant, I was quite damn likely to pay with my actual life!

And yet...?

With my face buried into the ground, I could only try to pull myself up. Yet, by the time I did so, Selia reached out with her hand, grabbed my collar and then, with one effortless tug, pulled me in before dropping my dirty face right into the pristine, smooth and spotless skin of her thighs!

"Hmph...!"

With my face literally pressed against the girl’s skin, I tried to protest, take a breath and pull away all at the same time. Yet, with three different and conflicting orders reaching my mind, I’ve merely managed to make a weird sound while, in the process of opening up my mouth, rubbing my lips against the skin of Selia’s smooth, perfectly plump thighs.

Unable to breathe through my mouth, I desperately took in a breath through my nose, only to be then assaulted by the fresh, floral and somehow sea-like aroma of Selia’s skin, instantly changing the genre of the story I was in from a mystery slash adventure to an explicit, night-time sperm-jerker.

"Oh, just settle down!" Seeing, hearing and watching me struggle, Selia revealed her impatient side as she laid her hands down on my arms, turned me over so that I would — thank God — face up rather than pressing my face into her skin.

Judging by the blush I’ve managed to notice before she turned her head away, she didn’t expect the way this unexpected moment stimulated her either.

Yet, as I froze up with this realization, I’ve realized a bit too late that it was the last thing I was supposed to do.

Feeling how I suddenly stopped moving, Selia instantly looked over, the blush on her cheeks now exploding with intensity.

"I..."

I attempted to say something, only for the saintess to reach out and cover my eyes with her hand, gently pressing my head into her lap.

"Just try to fall asleep," she requested before calming down.

Her hand, however, didn’t move up from my face.

’Breathe, man, breathe!’

As shocked and unprepared for this moment as I was, I now had to shift my priorities.

Sure, I did go on some dates back on Earth. Heck, even managed to get lucky once or twice, even if a combination of my faith, morals and fear of earning myself an STD badge stopped me from taking the last step.

Still, by no means was a simple lap-pillow the furthest I went with a woman in my life.

But...

It was the furthest I even went with a legitimate fairy, filled to the brim with not one but two divine powers bound to her fates!

And with just the memory of Selia’s embarrassed face, even though it was just a simple lap pillow, all I could focus on was keeping my blood from flowing to the worst place possible right now!

Especially given how my sweatpants didn’t make hiding my erectile status any easier.

’Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in... breathe out... Breathe in...’

Pooling all of my focus to a simple, repetitive task that could most easily bring my thoughts away from anything that could cause an unwanted reaction also turned out to be quite the nice technique to unleash my exhaustion of the last few days. Exhaustion barely smothered by the unpleasant night I had back at the Inn.

Yet, right as I started to fall asleep... I’ve realized something else.

I couldn’t feel Selia’s hand over my eyes. I couldn’t see... simply because I already had my eyes closed! And with her hand now freed...

Selia, absentmindedly or maybe intentionally, started to gently brush my hair and stroke the scalp of my head, even going as far as to gently rub her fingers against my ears.

Faced with such treatment, already halfway asleep and with a desperate wish not to get excited, I felt my control over the reality slip.

Then, just like that, without the interlude of overly realistic nightmares... I found myself in this familiar, empty space again. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Huh?" I’ve muttered to myself, looking around in search for some clues or a potential change.

’Whether it was the amount of skin-to-skin contact, the intimacy level or general closeness, we’ve raised the bar quite a lot in every possible regard,’ I thought, only to finally realize Selia’s likely purpose.

Sure, we could spend a few days and nights trying to figure out what exactly it was that affected this weird dream of mine.

But what was more important, to figure out whether we could replicate that dream or to find precisely what was causing it? And if it was possible to replicate it, then why not bring the intensity up right from the get-go, so that we could try to figure out a bit more about this weird dream?

"I guess she didn’t tell me not to pull my attention to what she was trying to do," I spoke before heaving a long, tired sigh. "Because if she did, there’s no way I could fall asleep that easily..."

Theoretically speaking, it was weird how easily I fell asleep... but for now, I had more important things on the agenda than trying to discover any potential foul play in the process of me falling asleep.

"Now then," I muttered as I looked around...

Only to find this place just as empty, devoid of literally anything, as it was when I’ve first appeared here.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with this place if there’s nothing for me to interact with?!"

Soon, frustration started to get to me.

After the lengths Selia went to, to get me here, was I really going to go back to the waking world empty-handed?

’Okay, screw it,’ I thought, raising my hands, ’focus!’ I screamed out in my mind while clapping my hands together, as if this meaningless gesture could somehow lock me in.

Lock me in, however, this simple act of clapping did not.

It achieved something else, though. For when I rapidly swung both of my hands and then brought them together, the emptiness of the space I was in suddenly gained a new element, two lines of quickly fading light that marked the path my hands took.

"Hmm?"

Squinting my eyes, I pulled my arms out, keeping them parallel to the ground as if I was a kid pretending to be a mummy... Before swinging my arms out in opposite ways, bringing them down a bit and then pulling them back together.

It wasn’t much, but it was honest work. And for once, the universe appeared to appreciate it enough to drop me quite the solid hint.

The light marked the path my hands took just like it did when I clapped them together. And in doing so, I’ve managed to create a simple square of light that hung right before my eyes... And contrary to the lines I’ve painted before, it refused to just vanish into thin air.

And so I stood, staring at this empty box, with my eyes wide open and the heart of my dreamy apparition beating like crazy.

Because I recognized this shape, this texture, this very box that I’ve just painted.

I recognized it from when I first appeared in this world, from when I looked above everyone’s heads back in that throne hall and, for the last time, when my system died, crushed to smithereens by that oversized panther.

This box... Was a system box!

And from the looks of things, in this world of dreams, with my head resting down on Selia’s lap while she played around with my hair and ears...

I could actually write stuff in it?!