I Became a Gallery Manager in Another World

Lucid Dream.

A dream where one was aware that they were dreaming.

Some people experience it daily, while others might never experience it in their lifetime.

Estelle Blackdahlia was the latter.

‘…?’

Thus, even though this was her first lucid dream, Estelle instantly realized that she was dreaming.

…Because she was standing on both feet.

‘…Why?’

It was strange.

Until now, when she received treatment from Ian and Lady Yuris, she had never dreamt of anything.

It was as if she had slept so deeply that by the time she woke, a day had passed.

But why was she suddenly dreaming today?

No, that wasn’t even the real question.

Why was she dreaming this dream?

“Hah!♥… Uhh..! Ahh!♥… Ian!♥… Ian!♥”

Lady Yuris, clutching the bed sheet as if it would tear, let out beastly moans.

Sway-sway!

And with each movement, her two massive mounds shook wildly.

‘….’

Could she even call Yuris’ breasts and her own as the same breasts?

While Yuris’ bust was better suited for a cow than a human, her own chest remained flat as ever.

Thrust-thrust!

“…Hah!… Tel!”

Ian, holding onto Yuris’ waist, thrust in repeatedly.

And there she was, watching Ian and Lady Yuris make love in her dream.

‘Ha…’

A bitter laugh escaped her, unbidden.

How worthless must she be, that even in a dream, she couldn’t be with the man she loved?

It was absurd.

Still, if this had been the end, she might have been able to laugh it off bitterly and move on.

But the more she watched their actions, the more she could feel how twisted ‘Estelle’ had become.

“…Estelle…!”

“Hah!♥ Ahh!♥ Ian!♥”

Ian, calling her name as he desperately thrust his hips…

It was as if he was using Lady Yuris as a mere outlet for his lust while thinking of her.

‘…Why me.’

How did she become so twisted?

Was it because her parents died in a carriage accident? Because her uncle was murdered by someone? Or was it because she was paralyzed from the waist down?

‘…Even now, I’m just looking for excuses.’

Every human bore their own misfortunes.

Surely, if you searched the world, you’d find people far more unfortunate than her.

But were they as twisted as she was?

‘I was twisted from the moment I was born.’

If she told Frederica this, she’d surely deny it.

But the ‘Estelle’ that Frederica had known in childhood was only able to pretend to be normal because of the illusion of a ‘happy family.’

Now that the facade had crumbled, only the rotten ‘Estelle Blackdahlia’ remained.

This dream was proof of that.

“Hah…!♥ Ugh…! Ian…♥”

“I’m coming… Estelle…”

“Hah…!♥ Please…♥ In Estelle’s…!♥”

The fact that she had become such a twisted person made her feel sick to my stomach.

Ian, thinking of her while Lady Yuris imitated her and fawned over him.

To have such a filthy dream about the two people who worked so hard to help heal her was unforgivable.

‘…Ian.’

How much better would it have been if it had been her, not Lady Yuris, in that place?

Even if She felt nothing, just the fact of being with Ian, being used by him, and making him happy would have been enough to make her feel fulfilled.

‘Ha…’

A mocking laugh slipped out once again.

The very thought of wishing for such a thing from Ian was arrogant.

How could she ever hope to be loved by Ian, when she was inferior to Lady Yuris, Evelyn, and Frederica in every way?

∴Do you want to be loved?∴

At that moment, she heard someone’s voice.

∴If so, say you want it. Then I will grant it all to you.∴

It was a voice she felt like she had heard before.

∴All you have to do is say the words. Then I will make Ian desire you, not Yuris. The pleasure Yuris is feeling right now will be yours.∴

‘….’

Lady Yuris wore a face of pure ecstasy, the kind that any woman would instantly recognize.

∴Yes, not just Yuris, but Evelyn, Frederica… anyone else standing in the way of you and Ian becoming one, I will remove them all. So, say you want it.∴

And as the dream world shifted, a new future came into view.

It was a future with Ian.

Ian, who smiled only at her, looked only at her, touched only her, and used only her, was by her side.

“Ah…”

Even if it was a dream, it was such a sweet temptation.

No, rather, because it was just a dream, for a brief moment, she thought she could do whatever she wanted.

But…

‘…I don’t need it.’

She waved her hand, shattering the illusion in front of her.

“Haa…!♥… Haa..!…… Ian♥”

Then, her wretched dream reappeared.

This was fine.

She knew better than anyone else that she was a ‘twisted human.’

Yes, even if she was twisted, she was still ‘human.’

‘Ian, Evelyn, Lady Yuris, and Frederica… they are all precious to me.’

She had already hurt her precious people more than once.

So, even if it was just in a dream, she couldn’t hurt them again.

As the dream world darkened, she made a vow to herself.

‘…Ian.’

Even if it was a love that could never be fulfilled, not even in a dream…

She would continue to love him.

“…Ian?”

“Oh, you’re awake? How do you feel, Estelle?”

When she opened her eyes, Ian was holding her hand as usual.

“…Yeah, I’m fine.”

“That’s good. You woke up a little late today, so I was worried.”

“…Sorry.”

“No need to apologize. Shall we check right away?”

“…Yes, let’s do it.”

“Alright, I’ll step out for a moment. Call me when you’re done.”

“…Okay, Ian.”

Clank─

As Ian left the room, Lady Yuris approached her with a gentle smile.

“When you’re ready, we can start anytime!”

“…Yes, Lady Yuris.”

Rustle- rustle-

She slowly pulled down her pajama pants, leaving only her underwear.

It was to check how much sensation had returned to her body.

Of course, she knew this was part of the treatment, but showing Ian her underwear still embarrassed me, so she preferred to do this part with Lady Yuris.

“…I’ll start now.”

“Yes! Please go ahead!”

“…Hoo.”

A long sigh escaped her due to the tension.

In the previous treatment, she had regained sensation just above her clitoris.

So if today’s treatment worked, she should have feeling in her clitoris as well.

Thump- thump-

‘…What if it’s really sensitive? I mustn’t make a sound.’

With a bit of anticipation and nervousness, her finger touched her clitoris…

“…Huh?”

“Wh-what’s wrong, Miss Estelle? Is it too sensitive?”

“…No. I don’t feel anything.”

There was no sensation.

She pressed harder, just in case, but still felt nothing.

“Huh? That… that can’t be… This treatment was the best we’ve had! Could it be that I’m not doing it right?”

“….”

She quietly shook her head at Lady Yuris’s words.

If nothing else, she knew how to touch her clitoris.

After all, she had been touching it every morning, hoping that sensation would return.

“Ugh…! That can’t be right… Oh! Excuse me for a moment, Miss Estelle!”

“…?”

Without waiting for her response, Lady Yuris skillfully slipped her hand inside her underwear.

Squeeze- squeeze-

“How about now? Even pinching like this, can you still not feel anything?”

“…No.”

“Then, how about this? Do you feel anything now?”

Squish─

She heard a squelching sound, but still, there was no sensation.

“…No, I don’t feel anything.”

“Ah… huff… I… I’m sorry. I really thought… it would work this time… I’m so sorry…”

Tears welled up in Lady Yuris’s eyes, and it looked like she was about to cry at any moment.

“…It’s okay. Really, it’s fine. Thanks to you and Ian, I’ve recovered this much already.”

“But… for it to suddenly not work… it’s… it’s our fault…”

“…No, really, it’s okay, Lady Yuris.”

Yes, it really was okay.

In the past, she would have despaired again, but now she didn’t need to.

Sure, it was disappointing that the treatment hadn’t worked.

But she could take it positively, thinking that it gave her an excuse to spend more time with Ian.

“Let’s go. Ian’s waiting outside.”

“…Sniff… Yes… Miss Estelle, let’s do that.”

Lady Yuris, her shoulders slumped, walked towards the door. She lifted her legs to place them on the floor, preparing to get into her wheelchair.

Thud─!

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong, Miss Estelle? Is something wrong with your body?”

“…N-no… It’s just… well…”

She was afraid that she had imagined it.

Squeeze─

But the sensation remained.

“I… I mean…”

For some reason, her voice trembled, and she couldn’t speak properly.

She clutched Lady Yuris’s collar and, like a child learning to speak for the first time, slowly opened her mouth.

“I… I can feel it.”

It was a sensation she hadn’t felt in a long time. It was unfamiliar and strange, but there was definitely a sensation.

“What?”

“I can feel… in my feet… I… hic! I can feel it…!”

The cold and hard marble beneath her feet felt warmer than anything, and as she clung to Lady Yuris, she began to cry.