Adele found herself in a rather amusing predicament.

Sharon, bless her heart, only sought comfort and affection in the dream realm. In reality, she remained oblivious to Adele’s nighttime shenanigans, allowing Adele to maintain their normal, platonic relationship.

Meanwhile, within the dreamscape, Adele reveled in Sharon’s soft, fragrant embrace, her mind racing.

Perhaps one day, Sharon would realize that Adele retained her consciousness even within the dream. Would Sharon feel betrayed, hurt by the deception? Or would she… prefer to remain blissfully ignorant?

Adele’s eyes narrowed. She needed to plan for the future.

But honestly, Sharon wasn’t much of a concern. So what if Adele was deceiving her in her dreams? Sharon was the one invading Adele’s mind, after all.

And wasn’t Adele being a good girlfriend? Offering comfort, affection, even the occasional cuddle… What more could Sharon ask for?

Adele was a shameless heartbreaker, but she had no qualms about her actions.

Besides, she had made a crucial discovery.

Whenever Sharon entered her dreams, Adele remained conscious. She could use that time, where time flowed at half the speed of reality, to do whatever she pleased, without sacrificing any sleep.

It was like having a cheat code!

It reminded Adele of those classic web novels where the protagonist had access to a secret training ground or a magical artifact that allowed them to cultivate at an accelerated pace. While everyone else trained for a day, the protagonist could train for ten, their progress surpassing everyone else’s.

Combined with the protagonist’s innate talent, it was a recipe for dramatic last-minute breakthroughs and stunning victories against seemingly insurmountable odds.

It was a cliché, but it was a satisfying one.

Adele couldn’t help but imagine a future where she faced a critical situation, a challenge that required a significant boost in power. With Sharon’s help, she could gain twice the training time, honing her skills, mastering new techniques…

Hooking up with Sharon was like acquiring a personal cheat code.

Adele’s patience with Sharon grew, her affection deepening. After all, she was Sharon’s “lover” in the dream realm. It was her duty to be attentive and caring.

As for who was topping whom… well, that was a discussion for another time.

Hopefully, Sharon would never figure out how to use her dream-walking abilities for anything more nefarious. Otherwise, Adele wasn’t sure how she would react. Would she maintain her “top” status, or would she succumb to the allure of being a “bottom for love”?

Adele sighed. Sometimes, being too popular was a curse.

But one thing was certain: the chastity curse didn’t seem to affect her in the dream realm. She had been cuddling with Sharon, stroking her hair, caressing her face… and the curse hadn’t reacted at all.

*Take that, Dorothy.*

Even the most cunning plans had flaws. And Dorothy, despite her intelligence, was far from infallible.

In just one night, Adele had discovered two ways to get close to girls without triggering the curse.

Either Dorothy’s magic was outdated, or Adele was simply… exceptionally talented in certain areas.

………………

Monday morning.

Adele woke up feeling refreshed and energized. She stretched languidly, her thin sleep shirt riding up, revealing a sliver of her pale, slender waist.

As she made her way downstairs to the bathroom, she paused outside Sharon’s door, her gaze lingering.

It was the second day of her coexistence with the chastity curse.

*You won’t break me,* she thought, her determination hardening. Adele was a free spirit, and she refused to be controlled.

There were two ways to break the curse. Either find a mage more powerful than Dorothy, a risky proposition, or… abstain from any kind of intimacy, hoping that the curse would weaken over time.

But that would mean giving Dorothy exactly what she wanted.

Adele refused to surrender.

After a quick breakfast, she set off for her classes, her mood dampened by the prospect of meeting Dorothy at the training room later that afternoon.

Just then, Tang Linlang, also on her way to school, spotted Adele from afar. She hurried over, her face lighting up with a smile.

Tang Linlang had undergone a transformation. She was more confident, more outgoing. Wealth and privilege had a way of empowering people.

Adele, lost in her thoughts, didn’t notice Tang Linlang approaching. She wasn’t prepared for the enthusiastic hug that followed.

Or perhaps it wasn’t that unusual. Girls were often physically affectionate with each other, after all. Some even enjoyed groping each other’s breasts.

Normally, Adele would have been surprised, then delighted, by Tang Linlang’s sudden hug. She would have returned the embrace and engaged in a friendly conversation.

But today was different.

The moment Tang Linlang’s soft body pressed against Adele’s back, a jolt of pain, like an electric shock, shot through her lower abdomen, spreading throughout her body.

Adele gasped, her body instinctively recoiling.

Before the shock of the curse’s punishment could fade, she pushed Tang Linlang away, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and regret.

It was too late.

Tang Linlang stumbled back, her face ashen. She stared at Adele, her eyes wide with disbelief and hurt.

Adele… was she afraid of her? Did she hate her?

Why…?

Questions swirled in Tang Linlang’s mind, each one a fresh wound to her heart.

“…Linlang,” Adele said, her voice trembling. The aftershocks of the curse still lingered.

She took a step towards Tang Linlang, wanting to explain, to apologize.

But Tang Linlang… took a step back.

Seriously?!