[BethelKlein/ForsKlein] Dreams come true

【门克/佛克】梦想成真

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Summary: Bethel Abraham's adopted daughter Fors found that the new wife of the master of the house was the object of her long-standing erotic dream.Warning: Gender change, gender change, including NTR, operation of Buddha at the age of sixteen, super invincible OOC,, Fors landed early and has been sleeping until the Fourth Epoch when he wakes up, and Little Fors is also a child adopted by the Gate in the Fourth Epoch, and is currently a Sequence Four Mystic... The description is a bit out of control, so vulgar, so vulgar, I slap myself twice first, please don't hit me (groan)8K one article is completed, please don't hit me (wipe sweat)         Fors is having that dream again. It's very strange, the scene is different every time, this time it seems to be a retro palace, even the carvings on the gilded floor tiles are very clear. Fors walked through the complex and dazzling halls, the skirt of the sixteen-year-old mystic girl brushed against the flowers on the corridor, she picked a white rose and sniffed it gently, the creation of the dream had no fragrance, she pinned it in her hair. There was no maid to guide her. The lights had long gone out, but the whole palace was exceptionally bright, so Fors could not tell the exact time. She walked around aimlessly with roses on her head, because this dream would eventually bring her to "her". This was an inevitable result. Passing by another mirror with ornate decorations, Fors stopped. The face of a girl was reflected in the silver mirror, with white roses decorating her ears. She smiled softly and held a strand of hair with her fingertips, like a girl who dressed up carefully for a date and was about to meet her beloved. Where are you this time? Fors thought, what kind of appearance will you appear in? Last time it was the church, the time before that it was the temple deep in the forest, and the time before that it was the gloomy town. Fors had been trapped in this dream for a long time, and she didn't know the reason. Maybe someone didn't like her. She was fleeing in an endless dream. If she didn't want to go crazy, the only way was that person, the second living being in that dream besides her. After turning a corridor, there was suddenly a faint white gauze curtain in front of her, which covered the scenery not far away. The hot and humid air wrapped Fors with the fragrance, pulling her towards the unknown gentle place. She was going to find her. Fors lifted up layer after layer of gauze curtains, and suddenly felt that she was lifting someone's robe and removing some taboos. At this moment, all the rules of reality were empty. Without any constraints, she was getting lighter. "...Claire?" Fors whispered this syllable. Her hand stopped on the last layer of gauze curtain. The thin white hazy covered the figure behind it. The sound of the slowly flowing water became clearer, and the fog seemed to be thicker. "I found you." Fors moved her toes slightly back, lifted her skirt and saluted elegantly. The vague figure behind the curtain laughed. The gauze curtain automatically lifted up, and Fors's breath was choked, not because of the thicker water vapor and flower fragrance, but because of the body surrounded by silk and flowers. Claire, the spirit she pursued in her dream, was now wearing only a thin bathrobe, smiling at her in the center of the splendor. All the beauty was lost, and the thin fabric could not cover the beautiful curves at all. Fors thought about closing her eyes, but this only made the picture in her mind more vivid, which was useless. She was already familiar with every part of Claire's body. But she still trembled and closed her eyes, for the unspeakable emotions. Like the most devout believer, she knelt on the silk carpet. The hearing of the demigod allowed Fors to distinguish Claire's movements. She stood up gracefully and calmly, her breath brushed over Fors's side, and her soft fingertips touched Fors's face. "The flowers are beautiful today," Claire said, "Please open your eyes." Fors was very obedient, and her cheek was obediently pressed against Claire's palm, a posture of wholehearted dependence. She knew that she had a pair of blue and clear eyes, which matched the white rose very well. Claire seemed to like her eyes, too. Her gaze from top to bottom was gentle, like a mother looking at her daughter she hadn't seen for a long time. But unlike her mother, she used her other hand to take off half of her already loose bathrobe. "Now that you've found me, you should leave." Claire held Fors's hand, "Come, do as I taught you before."     Fors suddenly opened her eyes and saw the exquisite embroidery on the top of the bed curtain. She gasped. Everything in the dream was illusory, but the lingering heat was still fresh in her memory. It was another crazy dream. Fors was about to collapse. She covered her face with her hands. Her mind was like a mess. She forgot everything, but the red eyes and gentle moans of the person in the dream were still... clear. She even remembered the way Claire held it in her mouth. The petals fell with the movement, covering Claire's collarbone... Ah, she didn't know what to do at all. Yes, this adopted daughter of the Abraham family, a genius sixteen-year-old mystic, had encountered such a shock a few months ago. She began to have extremely realistic dreams. In the dreams, she kept searching in different scenes, as if there was no end. In the end, she would meet a gentle woman named "Claire" with black hair and brown eyes like an elf, and have sex with her... with her. Only in this way would the dream end, and then it would continue on time the next day. Fors searched the library but couldn't find this weird ritual magic, let alone solve it. What kind of bad taste would force a demigod to have erotic dreams every night? Opening the door was useless. If you want to travel through dreams, you must at least be a planeswalker. Her adoptive father and teacher Bethel can definitely do it, but how can she ask Him about this? Fors was about to suffocate. She rolled herself back into the quilt. In last night's dream, Claire was very passionate. In fact, she never got angry because of Fors's awkwardness. She was always so gentle and patient to teach her to conquer herself step by step. But she was obviously embarrassed, and Fors could sense it. "Claire..." Fors whispered the name, are you real? Or is it a product of my imagination before I went completely crazy? Who are you? If we can meet in the world outside the dream, how will you deal with our... feelings? At least Claire doesn't hate me, Fors thought, she doesn't hate me, right? She didn't expect Claire to like her, but only hoped that there was a hundred percent, or a thousandth of that tenderness was true.     "I heard that the master of the family is going to marry a wife." said the maid who was making black tea. The maid who was arranging the snacks was young and very curious, so she took the bait at once. "Really?" she said, "Which noble lady? There will finally be a hostess here." "I don't know, but no matter how I guess, it should be one of those noble families." The maid who made black tea was half Abraham blood, but unfortunately her blood didn't give her a pair of blue eyes, but she was still proud of her identity, "The master of our family, of course, needs a partner who is dazzling enough." Fors knocked on the door of the tea room, and all the noise stopped abruptly. The maids were all silent, but the master's adopted daughter didn't say anything and turned away.     "You're distracted." Bethel said. Ah, Fors paused, and the ink drew a diagonal line. It turned out that she had copied Bethel's spiritual world experience perfectly without realizing it. "In the depths of the spiritual world, there is... Go straight ahead," Bethel read a sentence from her notes, her voice cold, "She has a talent for being a writer." "... I'll change it right away." Fors, who was trapped in a wet dream, had no words to say. Bethel shook his head, and there was nothing he could do about his adopted daughter who was as salted as a fish. At least if you can't beat her, you can run away. If you can't run away, you can call me. Bethel thought so. In fact, when He brought this little girl back to Abraham's house, He didn't expect that she could be promoted to Sequence 4 at the age of sixteen. This is pretty good, yeah. He took a deep breath and calmed himself. "Go and check my notes after class." Bethel said, "Have you encountered any trouble recently?" "No, it's just that the potion is not digested smoothly. I feel a little... uneasy." Fors made up a lie. She has always been respectful and fearful of this nominal adoptive father. The conversation of the maids in the tea room in the morning rang in her ears again. Does the most powerful angel king under the true god really need a partner? "Digestion cannot be forced," Bethel frowned again, "It is normal that you cannot act correctly in the short term. By the way, you have to study on your own in the next few days. I have something to do." "Oh..." Fors's mind was running a train, "Oh?!""Homework assigned." Bethel shattered Fors's hope."...Okay," Fors said sullenly. Is He really going to get married? Anyway, I hope that the future teacher's wife will not tell jokes with a straight face in class. It's very hard to hold back laughter. "Uh, I wish you..." She almost said a happy wedding, but stopped at the last moment, "Have a nice trip." "Thank you." Bethel didn't understand the logic of this, but he was still very polite, "It's not a trip, but it's really pleasant for me." "I'm going to pick up my wife." Bethel said calmly, and personally confirmed the explosive gossip, "Come back for the wedding. She has a good personality, and I hope you can live in peace in the future." After saying that, He disappeared on the spot, and the Star Key flashed back and forth, so cool that it didn't take away a cloud or a shocked salted fish. "Wait a minute, are you really going to get married?" Fors muttered, the guy who passed by the gate ran fast, and his mobility was so terrifying?     The news that the head of the family was about to officially marry a wife had spread throughout Abraham, and Fors was the first to be asked. The younger ones asked about her wife's appearance, and the older ones asked about her wife's background. Poor Fors knew nothing and could only shake her head in vain, and then she took every opportunity to escape from the crowd. It is certainly shocking that an old tree has blossomed, but I don't have the information you want. Fors was chewing cookies in the study room. She was very happy without the oppression of the top of the food chain. As for homework, Bethel left in a hurry and forgot to say it, so she just pretended not to see it. "So, do you want to call the head of the family mother or master's wife?" This is a question that the children are curious about. "Of course, master's wife." Fors chewed the cookies, after all, she and Bethel had no blood relationship. She looked at the group of blue-eyed children in front of her. They were all Bethel's children, the result of the Angel King's stable state and the expansion of the family. Those with excellent bloodlines stayed here and worked hard to be promoted, and those with less excellent bloodlines were sent to the periphery to expand their foundation. This system has been maintained for thousands of years, firmly tying the surname Abraham to the bloodline of the empire. And now, the family really needs a mistress. As for whether the mistress is a decoration that represents power, it depends on the choice of the head of the family... Fors held her chin. "What if the lady doesn't like you?" The children asked her again, "The head of the family's wife and the head of the family will have their own children." What to do? Keep a distance and live every day well. Fors thought, but what will the master's wife be like? Jacob is not familiar with the young ladies of the Zoroaster family. Amon, Amon... She felt a chill and forcibly interrupted the topic: "Haha, why do you think so, let's play hide-and-seek."     The Quiet Church is located at the bottom of the Amanda Mountains, next to the Kingdom of the Goddess of Night. As the headquarters of the Church of Night, it refused to accept the believers who prayed today and closed the door to welcome the guests. In the prayer hall, Pope Marianne stood in the first place, and the senior deacons lined up behind her. In the extreme silence, the sound of snowflakes falling on the window lattice could be heard. Suddenly Marianne noticed something and nodded slightly to the air. The distinguished guest arrived silently. Bethel stepped out of the door made of starlight. He was dressed particularly solemnly today, from his bow tie to his cufflinks, and nodded to the Pope in return to show respect. "I'm here to pick up my wife. Please tell her," Bethel said. "The Saint hasn't woken up yet," Marian closed her eyes slightly. "The oracle said that you can go to see her. Please follow me." He turned to the passage on the right, and Bethel followed him. He thought it should be a short journey, but who knew that they would go all the way to the twists and turns of the underground, passing through heavy door locks and formations. The protection was so tight that Bethel felt abnormal. Saint? He thought, it seems not much better than the prisoners. But he did not show any displeasure, just followed Marian forward, and the deep and narrow tunnel came to the end, and a wall blocked the way. Marian reached out and touched the wall lightly, and the emblem of a red moon surrounded by stars flashed by. This turned out to be the last door. The door revealed a gap, and Marianne took a half step back: "Come in." Bethel nodded, and when he was about to push the door open, he was suddenly stopped by Marianne. This was the first time that the Pope looked into his eyes, and his dark eyes were deep: "Please wait for the saint to wake up on her own, and do not disturb her dream."     The heat of lust had just reached its peak, and Claire couldn't stop panting, and touched Fors's hair, and touched the girl's cheek soothingly along the hair. Fors rested his head on her lower abdomen, and the soft touch was like a small cake. She couldn't help but kiss it again, again and again, until Claire pinched her ear: "Okay, it's itchy." According to the strange rules of dreams, she was about to say goodbye to Claire, and then wake up to greet the morning of reality. She suddenly wanted to see Claire's face again, so she moved up and took Claire into her arms. Claire squinted her eyes, feeling sleepy, and opened them to look at her: "...What's wrong?" "I," Fors stammered, "Will we always meet?" "...I don't know, I've had too many dreams, so many that I can't tell them apart..." Claire muttered, "It was always just me before, but you're the only one who got here..." "I won't abandon you," Claire leaned in and kissed Fors' forehead, "Because of you, I can wake up in reality." Fors only hoped that the dream would last longer: "...Then can we meet in reality? Claire, is this your real name?" "Hmm..." Claire seemed to want to say something, but the dream shattered at this moment, and a strong sense of weightlessness came, and Fors was pulled out of the dream. The sunlight shone into the room through the glass, and she felt lost, and for the first time, she felt that the morning was not wonderful.     Claire opened her eyes, and Bethel's hand froze in mid-air. "You're awake," Bethel said indifferently, as if it was someone else who was about to touch her face, "Your Highness the Saint." "You are..." Claire grasped the corner of the quilt in confusion, "...I think it's not polite to wait for a lady to wake up by the bed." In terms of aura, he was a mysterious servant of the fortune-teller's path, with unexpectedly sufficient human nature... Bert used the perspective of analyzing the enemy to observe this, and flexibly adjusted his attitude according to his fiancee's reaction. He apologized sincerely: "Sorry, I'll wait for you outside." The saint nodded, and Bethel saw that she was still very nervous, so he immediately got up and left. He turned his head away from her and closed the door in the face of the girl's gaze. The outer lounge was filled with desserts and tea, and no two dishes were the same. This Saint Lady seemed to love sweets. Bethel poured himself a cup of tea while guessing his fiancée's personality and hobbies. Why is the tea sweet? He drank a sip expressionlessly and told the servants to remember to tell them when he got back. It tasted strange, but not bad... His fingertips brushed across the smooth glaze of the bone china, and the door rang, and Her Highness the Saint Lady came out. The Saint Lady changed into a simple gauze dress, her black hair casually draped behind her, and she had a pair of hazel eyes, which was completely different from what Bethel had imagined along the way. Rather than saying that she was a creature carrying faith on the altar, it would be better to say that she was just a carefree young girl. She sat down opposite Bethel, and every move revealed a naivety that did not match her strength: "...Mr. Bethel." "Nice to meet you, it seems that I don't need to introduce myself," Bethel said softly. "The goddess and I have talked about you. As both of us are humans who have embarked on an extraordinary path, I think we are somewhat similar in our fates." Claire said. "The word 'human' is no longer accurate to describe me," Bethel said, "but I am glad that we have something in common." Claire stared into Bethel's eyes, and Bethel also cooperated and let her look at him. For some reason, her vigilance suddenly eased a little, and she slowly smiled. Like a pearl that suddenly radiated light, the saint with an elf face smiled very beautifully, and all the lines were extremely soft. Bethel's breathing tightened for a moment and curled his knuckles. He coughed twice, "I think you know why I came." "I know about our...engagement," Claire was silent for a moment and said this word, "I am special. I have been asleep for a long time and have only recently awakened. Because the promotion method is not correct, my state is very unstable. Once a sequence is out of control, it will bring disaster here." "So I need a strong enough partner." Claire held the teacup, "It hurts to say this, but our marriage is a deal. You are responsible for stabilizing my state. I will support the Abraham family." And monitor my movements. Bethel added silently in his heart that he would not comment on the gods' strategies, and he could not refuse this deal. "Then can I take you away?" Bethel said, obviously having no objection to the cooperation. Claire was a little surprised at Bethel's straightforward attitude. After all, he was the one who suffered a little loss, and he didn't bargain. "You..." She was about to continue, and a sharp pain and dizziness came over her, and she groaned. In a chaotic vision, Claire thought she had grabbed the table, but what she got was a delicate fabric, and the cold metal decorations were in her palm. "..." She panted, her beautiful face was gone, and the great pain turned half of her face into a transparent pile of worms, "It's just... your turn to show me... your sincerity..." Bethel embraced her and hummed lightly. The spirit of the Heavenly Lord was pervasive, and Claire's fragile defense line was in danger. She landed in this era and became an archangel in one step. It was a miracle among miracles that she didn't go crazy on the spot. And what did this Saint Lady rely on to hold on until now? Bethel was getting more and more interested. Claire wrinkled Bethel's exquisite formal suit during the struggle, but He did not blink, and raised his hand to pry Claire's face. "Open your mouth." He ordered. Claire opened her broken mouth in a daze. Bethel lowered his head and licked the trembling spirit insects with the tip of his tongue, as if to comfort and threaten. Then He bit the tip of his tongue, and light blue blood with a little starlight flowed out and was fed into Claire's throat by Him.It was not difficult for the Angel King to deal with a sequence one that was on the verge of losing control. Layers of doors bloomed at His fingertips, and together with the blood, they temporarily suppressed the consciousness of the Heavenly Venerable, allowing Claire to fight back. After a long and silent struggle, Claire finally calmed down again, and her eyes regained clarity. She looked at Mr. Men's messy coat, feeling a little guilty. "... Sorry." She lowered her head. "Don't worry about it," Bethel helped her up, "I care more about something else. Can I become your partner?""Of course, you have shown enough value to attract me." Claire smiled.Entering the door full of light, Claire thought she would experience a quick spiritual shuttle, but unexpectedly, Bethel took her for a walk slowly. They crossed a long bridge made of starlight, and from time to time there were magnificent light groups passing by them. Claire poked them with her hand, and they burst like bubbles. "I thought you were in a hurry." Claire asked tactfully. "No." Bethel and her stepped onto the winding spiral staircase, "To be frank, I want to leave a good impression on you and chat with you for a while." Claire was stunned and didn't know how to answer. Fortunately, Bethel seemed to have only mentioned it lightly, without much sincerity. Cooperation does not require extra sincerity. She thought that this attitude made her feel safer. Of course, appropriate intimacy is still indispensable. After all, they have to play husband and wife, and now is the time to train. Claire thought so and silently held Bethel's hand. Although he said he was holding her hand, he didn't dare to use any force. Bethel lowered his eyes, and the thin white hand was lightly placed on the back of his hand, as if he would take it back at any time. "Is this a special ceremony?" He smiled. ... Claire discovered the bad taste behind Mr. Men's gentlemanly appearance. "I just thought," she argued, and suddenly the guy who was holding her hand took the initiative and grabbed her. He curved his eyes: "This is my return gift, let's go." So the journey continued. Claire, who had suffered a loss, could only sulk and think about how to get back at him, but the troublesome marriage partner did not intend to be quiet. "You seem to care about my eyes a lot. Does it remind you of someone?" Claire didn't know where the strange sense of familiarity came from. Whenever she looked at Mr. Men's blue eyes, some vague fragments would always float in her mind. Someone with the same blue eyes said something to her through the mist. She thought about it again, but she couldn't grasp anything. Illusion, or did I sleep too long? "I often dream, but when I wake up, I don't remember anything." Claire said, "Maybe I saw someone else in my dream...but it doesn't matter." Bethel didn't ask any more questions. Becoming a planeswalker can travel through dreams. It's a pity that He didn't want to meet the audience before, otherwise it might be Him that Her Highness the Saint dreamed of. "Are we there?" "Soon." No matter how much they delay, it can't change the fact that the Tranquility Church is not far from the Tudor Empire. Bethel brushed his wrinkled coat, and in the blink of an eye it became noble and neat again, and then He looked at Claire's undecorated white wedding dress. "?" Claire was puzzled. "You have to change your clothes to attend the engagement party," Bethel said, "How about letting me do it for you?"     In Abraham's mansion, the banquet hall was brightly lit, all procedures were ready, and everyone present was nervously waiting for the arrival of the host of the banquet. Fors resisted many times but to no avail. She was still tied with jeweled ribbons and pushed to the front of the crowd. The earrings and necklaces made her dizzy. The maids also emphasized, "As a daughter of the family, you can't be disrespectful," while tightening her corset. This makes me feel like a fish that is about to be strangled by a luxurious fishing net. She held her forehead and thought, "The teacher is so slow today. Shouldn't he have returned with his wife?" The two closed doors of the main hall slowly moved. The Abrahams let out a small cry of surprise, which was then forcibly suppressed. As if in response, the candles on both sides of the red carpet lit up one after another. It's coming. Fors thought. No matter how indifferent she was before, it was related to how she would gain a foothold here in the future. Fors must find out everything about this... "mother" as soon as possible. Bloodline, strength, attitude... all determine Fors's future. "You must behave well later." Someone whispered to her, "You also represent a part of the family." "...Yes." Fors agreed mechanically. The figures standing side by side outside the door became clear, one tall and one short. The tall one was Bethel. He extended his hand to the person next to him, and the girl took his hand. The two walked into the hall together. It was too far away, and Fors couldn't see the girl's face clearly. She only saw that she had black hair. The girl's one-shoulder dress that dragged on the ground was very delicate, pinching a slender waist. Bethel probably liked this wife very much. His movements were gentle and careful, and he would lift her skirt from time to time.I wonder which family this lady is from? Fors observed. The crystal chandelier at the top lit up the last circle, making the entire banquet hall brighter and reflecting the true face of the bride. Fors looked at it casually. All plans were stranded, and all ideas were cut off, shattered, and then collapsed at this moment. Fors breathed stiffly, and the cold air froze from her nasal cavity to her lungs, wanting to cut her in half alive. She hoped she was wrong, but reality was so cruel. The light hid the shadows, making the girl's face more beautiful and charming. Her brown eyes were graceful and she was naturally smiling. She had the demeanor of a girl, but also the aura of a mature woman. How beautiful, how... familiar. Fors opened her mouth, but no sound came out. How could she have made a mistake? How could she have made a mistake in recognizing the person who accompanied her through every long dream? The gentle god in the dream really came, but in this way, as her elder, wearing the cloak of ethical rules. Fors felt that this world was absurd. Since her wish had been fulfilled, why did they tease her like this? "Fors!" Someone urged in her ear, "Are you still in a daze at this time?" Fors stood woodenly, the heavy accessories and dress intertwined into a net, dragging her into the abyss. She was almost pushed over by others, stumbling, but fortunately no one paid much attention to her, their eyes were on the master of the family and his new wife. "...Teacher." She said "Ah," Bethel waved at her, "Come here." She walked over, even though her soul was destroyed, her appearance was still correct. Soon the girl next to Bethel was very close to her, looking at her curiously. "This is Claire," Bethel said, "Claire, this is Fors, my adopted daughter and student." "Hello." Fors raised her skirt and saluted. Claire subconsciously wanted to help her up, not wanting the girl to be too nervous, but this action seemed to scare her. Fors looked up timidly, very confused. That's it. The strange sense of familiarity hit Claire again. There must be something she overlooked, but what was it? She doesn't remember me. Fors's heart died again, or did she not want to mention those things? Bethel frowned slightly, but in the end, he didn't say anything. Anyway, let's put aside all that clutter for now... Claire gathered her thoughts and smiled a little deeper. "Ms. Fors, it's nice to meet you." Even though she felt like she was falling into an icy cave, every inch of her soul screaming in pain, why? Fors still smiled shyly and obediently, which made Claire involuntarily move closer to the girl. Why? Why? Fors thought, I can't accept this, I can't accept this. Claire leaned closer, and Fors saw the pearl necklace around Claire's neck, the round, bright beads encircling her delicate neck. She stared at the beads, "...I'm glad to meet you too."