Chapter 59 - Stimulating Creation
Chapter 59: Stimulating Creation
“No!”
A familiar scream sounded. Warfarin suddenly sat up from the bed with a pale face.
“Huff! Huff! Huff!”
She panted heavily, and there was still a lingering fear on her face.
This time, Warfarin’s reaction was obviously much bigger than before.
Looking at Warfarin, who was obviously frightened, Flanders was afraid that something might happen to her, so he immediately gave her warmth.
“Baby, did you have a nightmare again?”
Flanders sat up and sat next to Warfarin. He held Warfarin in his arms, and his voice was very gentle.
If Allen saw this, Flanders would definitely be shocked on the spot, thinking that he was blind.
Flanders, who had turned into a gentle boyfriend, comforted Warfarin by her ear.
“Don’t worry. It’s just a nightmare. But, darling, don’t be afraid. I’m right beside you.”
“Oh, Flanders.”
Flanders’ comforting words were still effective. Warfarin threw herself into Flanders’ arms, her shoulders twitching from time to time.
A cold feeling came from his chest. Flanders was a little surprised. He did not expect Warfarin to cry directly this time.
Although her reaction was even bigger than the last time, Warfarin’s appearance was even worse than the last time.
But compared to the last time she was scared to death, just from this point alone, Warfarin’s performance this time was much better than the last time.
At least, she and her body had endured this experience of fear.
And Warfarin was not in a good mood at the moment. She buried her head into Flanders’ arms and pressed her face tightly against Flanders’ chest painfully, listening to Flanders’ heartbeat.
On the one hand, she was scared, but she did not tell him the real reason.
The nightmare from last night was still vivid in her mind.
It was a nightmare that would not go away. Just thinking about it made Warfarin tremble.
What scared her the most was that she would subconsciously think of the scarecrow every time she saw Flanders’ face.
It was too scary.
The boyfriend she had sex with was actually a scarecrow. No matter how many times she experienced it, Warfarin could not bear the sudden appearance of the scarecrow at the moment of your orgasm.
Not to mention, this time, it was even scarier than the last time.
Perhaps it was the increase in her endurance that kept Warfarin from collapsing.
Thus, she unlocked a whole new storyline.
At the end of the sex with the scarecrow, the straw inserted into her body began to grow.
One straw after another was inserted into her body, her vagina was opened and expanded, and her uterus was finally filled.
Not only that, in this nightmare, Warfarin also clearly felt that a new straw rod was inserted into her anus.
From her anus to her rectum, her body was finally filled with straw, and her stomach was filled to the brim.
The final, fatal blow to Warfarin, causing her to wake up completely, was also the most terrifying. The straw spread crazily in her body, finally breaking through her stomach and splitting her into two.
Even now, her body still had that kind of pain.
To put it bluntly, Warfarin had a certain shadow in her heart about having sex because of this nightmare.
This was also why after she woke up this time, she did not use sex to cure her fear like last time.
“Alright, it’s alright. What kind of nightmare did you have today? Why did you have such a big reaction?”
Flanders let go of his arms, wanting to push Warfarin away and take a good look at her.
In the end, she was a little surprised. After Warfarin felt Flanders’ movements, she hugged Flanders excitedly, and she did not want to separate.
“No, no, this is good. Just keep it this way.”
Flanders did not mind Warfarin’s willfulness.
“Then at least tell me what kind of nightmare it is that can actually scare you. Didn’t you say earlier that your dreams were a little boring recently?”
Flanders’ voice was still as gentle as ever, giving Warfarin warmth and comfort.
“I have a good rest today and don’t have to go to work. But baby, if I remember correctly, you still have class today.”
“I’m skipping it. I’m not in the mood to go to class today.”
Warfarin replied without hesitation.
Class? How could she be in the mood for class now?
Faced with Warfarin’s increasing conversation, Flanders continued to comfort her.
“Fine, we won’t go. But, then, what should we play today?”
Warfarin did not want to move, but since Flanders had said so, she began to think about whether she should do something.
Being immersed in fear would only make her lose herself in fear and become a slave of fear.
Warfarin needed to find something to divert her attention and free herself from this fear.
“Speaking of which, do you want to take advantage of your current state to start writing something?”
“?”
Warfarin was stunned at first, but then she realized what Flanders was talking about.
She subconsciously wanted to refute and reject him, but her mouth opened, and just as the words were about to reach her mouth, she retracted them.
This was not because she was worried about Flanders, but because when she mentioned writing, she actually had the urge to write in her mind.
The content of the writing, which was the source of her inspiration, was none other than the nightmare she had last night.
In her current state, it was impossible to use sex to divert her attention.
In that case, writing was not unacceptable.
Feeling the eagerness in his heart, Warfarin finally raised his head and nodded in agreement under Flanders’ expectant gaze.
The two of them washed up briefly and then had breakfast.
Accompanied by Flanders, the two of them found a coffee shop with a good atmosphere.
Warfarin opened her notebook and put her hands on the keyboard. She first looked at Flanders.
Flanders saw her looking over and nodded gently, giving her encouragement and support.
Taking a deep breath, Warfarin recalled her nightmare and began to type on the keyboard.
This was a very realistic nightmare.
It was as if it had really happened. Even after an entire morning, Warfarin felt as if it had really happened after the meeting.
The fear, oppression, pleasure, and strangeness in the dream were all extremely real.
It constantly challenged Warfarin’s nerves, causing her to be on the verge of breaking down.
But the more real it was, the more fear she felt, and the faster Warfarin’s writing speed.
When she really started writing, even Warfarin herself could not believe that it would be so smooth.
Countless inspirations emerged in her heart. Around this nightmare, one idea after another kept appearing in her mind.
Among them, Warfarin thought of the scarecrow series video she saw yesterday.
As if she had opened the door to a new world, Warfarin was completely immersed in her creation.