Let's rewind back a few days.

After an ass whooping from Elizabeth, Tibaut was having a proper night's sleep.

"She should really learn how to go easy on a guy." He said as he stared at his ceiling.

"Maybe you should learn to improve instead of complaining."

Tibaut fell out of his bed in surprise and looked towards the voice. Elizabeth was crossing her arms while leaning against the door frame.

"Wha- why are you here?"

"For training of course."

Tibaut felt like he wanted to scream. What cruel force brought this tragedy upon him? He looked towards the window as a route of escape but before he could do so she grabbed him.

"Sigh, this is for your own good." She stated.

"Bullshit it is, we already did training!"

"So?" She responded "With how weak you are training 24 hours a day wouldn't be enough to get you into shape. But don't worry my healer friend also knows a bit of time magic so we'll be able to train for 72 hours a day now."

Tibaut looked as if he had just been told a bomb was planted in his chest.

He begged as desperately as he could.

"No, no, no come on this is unreasonable, I train enough as is. Can't we use this to make my regular training more efficient? Think about it, if I train for two days there it's essentially a regular week of training right? And it'd be pretty fair to get the rest of the week off right?"

"Nope, the only free days you're getting are the weekends and even then I'm considering getting rid of them," she coldly replied.

He started holding his head in agony.

"Oh come on, are you really gonn-" Before he continued he noticed something odd about a book on his desk. He couldn't read the text on it. He knew it was the 'Fundamentals of Defensive Magic' book he had been ignoring ever since he got it. But the fact still remained that he couldn't read the title.

"hehe" a smile crawled across. "Hahahahahaha" He spread his arms open laughing.

Here's a hint of why he was laughing. There are two common ways of figuring out you're dreaming, either you look at a clock or more commonly you try some text. If the text is unintelligible garbage, congratulations you're in a dream.

"How many years have I waited for this?" he said as he looked around the room.

He had tried all sorts of methods of inducing one in his previous life yet it never seemed to happen.

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"The gods must be smiling upon me today." He said in a gleeful voice.

"What are you so cheery about?" The other person in the room asked.

He turned to Elizabeth and decided to test if he truly was in a lucid dream.

He walked up to her and in one swift motion tore all her clothes off.

She looked unperturbed and continued staring at him. That nude body he had seen in an accident once before was now in front of him. While in reality there were multiple details this body was possibly missing in comparison to the original, he couldn't care less. He was going to savour this for all it was worth.

After getting a healthy look at the untanned part of her body, he approached her while squeezing his hands

"Hey Liz, you don't mind right."

She looked at him puzzled and she didn't respond.

"Well, it's not like this real anyway, though it wouldn't be pretty if the real one found out about this."

He then took a squeeze of one of her breasts. The soft stimuli his brain provided dazed him for a second. He immediately threw away his self-restraint and started playing with both her breasts.

"I know this isn't real but my happiness sure is."

This Elizabeth didn't seem that bothered by this as she kept her gaze on him without a hint of emotion. Before he proceeded he clapped his hands together and went back into his old body with a puff of smoke.

"Well, this body's never gonna get any action so I might as well give it a proper send-off." He said to himself. As the smoke faded it revealed he had no clothes on.

He picked her up and placed her on his bed. He admired her body for a few more moments before finally deciding to do what he never had a chance to while his name was still Miguel.

Have sex.

He put it in with the force of a jackhammer and managed to make his movements progressively stronger and faster. He had to praise his dream for its realism as with each thrust soft parts of her including her breasts jiggled. His little warrior felt like it was going to explode at the sight of this. He even got so excited he put one of her breasts in his mouth. Soon he couldn't take it anymore and released his white magma inside of her. He collapsed on her and she started straddling him.

"Satisfied?" She asked.

"More, more, more." He responded out of breath.

"Hell yeah," one voice responded.

"I suppose I can help the young master." Another voice added.

When he looked to the side of his bed he saw Vanessa and his old maid, Cillia both of which were entirely naked.

("Oh yeah, I took a bath with Cillia when I was younger. Man who knew seeing her nude back then would have been so helpful imagining her nude now.")

His old maid and Vanessa went onto Tibaut's bed (which he decided to increase the size of for this dream) and got to work. He tried every move and position from every piece of erotic media he could remember.

It was a paradise of pleasure and he was making the most of it. He stuck fingers in various holes of theirs and he did the same with his reproductive wand as well. He made extra sure he put it in between Vanessa's chest as he thought he would have been a fool not to.

He even decided to multiply his Excalibur so he could pleasure them all at once. By the end of it, they were all left face down, ass up absolutely, drenched in his titanium white. Just as he was about to go in for round 2 he heard a voice.

"Aren't you having fun?" A nostalgic voice said to him.

It was Louise (in regular clothing).

Tibaut stopped what he was doing and walked towards her. His face stiffened as he looked at her. He tried to say something but his voice wouldn't come out.

"I'm glad to see you're doing well," she said before giving him a hug.

Ah, how long had it been since he'd seen her?

Before he could embrace her back she disappeared.

The next thing he knew, he was opening his eyes to sunlight. He felt something irritating his face and realized they were tears.

"W-what a weird dream," he said as he wiped his face.

Then something else caught his attention. His underwear was feeling unnaturally sticky.

"Ugh, seriously!?"

Unfortunately for Tibaut, all his unloading had a real-world consequence.