I tried my best to make sense of my surroundings. We easily could’ve been in any raggedy part of Shinjuku or something.

“How…” I looked around where we were, which looked to be some kind of basement. “Where are we?”

“This is an access point. It’s a bunker of sorts.” We saw Yamanaka take a swig from a gourd. “50-year-old sake. Only available here.”

I walked around, feeling the walls. They felt cold. 

“We could rest up or just head out.”

Haruki stood up. “I’m ready.”

“Okay.”

As soon as we walked up the stairs and opened the door, we were met with a half-naked man and stared hard at us. Yamanaka didn’t say shit to him, so we figured he had to be some random lurking around.

“Who was that?” I heard Haruki whisper.

“One of us. An incubus.”

We exited whatever building we were in and was immediately met with a bustling street and many people-or incubi or succubi rather-hustling past us.

This felt no different than being in Tokyo. The main difference was the sky. It was an unnerving dark blue that I’ve never seen before in the world we left. It was a blue that reflected back into our surroundings. Everything and everyone around us had a strange blue tint. It was only the multi-colored neon signs on the shops and other buildings that set apart the overwhelming blue.

Yamanaka stood at the curb and a taxi drove up right in front of us.

“Let’s get in.”

Haruki and I glanced at each other. At this point, we hardly said anything to each other. I think the both of us were still reeling in the fact we were in a different plane of existence.

We got in the backseat. The taxi felt more spacious when we sat inside.

“Where to today? Same place?” The driver asked.

“Of course.”

I sat behind the driver. I could smell his musk from his armpit wafting right under my nose.

And I liked it.

We stopped in front of what appeared to be an apartment complex. This felt no different from my own, but I could hear loud moaning as we walked past certain units.

We got to a unit and Yamanaka knocked.

The door opened then a big-tittied woman with curled red hair appeared in front of us. Haruki just had his mouth agape.

Yamanaka leaned in and made out with her for what felt like a couple of minutes.

“Come on in,” Megumi said.

Pink decor covered her entire apartment. A pale pink fur covered her couch and she invited us to sit on it.

“This is my lover, Megumi,” Yamanaka said.

“One of, you mean.”

“But you’re my favorite.” He leaned in to kiss her.

“I used to be a succubus for the Devil himself,” Megumi said, “He made me think I was his top girl.”

“We didn’t want to do things how everyone else was doing it. So now we’re in Dream World,” Yamanaka said. “We have more control here.”

“But where is this place?” Haruki said.

“It’s like Nirvana, Shangri-la. Spiritual places exist.” Megumi smiled.

“Just like Hell.” Yamanaka added.

I turned to Yamanaka. “So...what exactly are we going to be doing here?” Dream World, as lost as I was about it, seemed like a chill place to be. I didn’t mind Megumi and neither did Haruki. I could tell he took a liking to her as he never seemed to keep his eyes away.

“We just came to visit. Angel, would you like something to drink?” Yamanaka said.

I just followed him into Megumi’s kitchen. More pink was seen in the counters. Light reflected off her pink chrome stove and fridge. 

“Haruki has told me about his interests. I think Megumi has been a good help.”

“So..how long do I have to stay here? I gotta pay rent.”

“You know how a lot of incubi and succubi pay rent? We broadcast our dream sessions with humans.”

“Like...a video?”

Yamanaka nodded. “And donors pay top dollar.” 

“But the humans don’t know about it.”

“It’s a dream. They get to wake up extremely happy.” He paused. “How does once a week sound?”

“Hmmm…”

We walked in to see Megumi sitting squarely on top of Haruki. Her large breasts were exposed, showing perkily. They had slobs of saliva dripping from them.

Haruki’s entire mouth was about to be filled with nipples again, until Megumi noticed us.

“Hello.”

Damn, I want somebody to suck on me, I thought, then chased the thought away. What the hell?

“That fast?” Yamanaka said cheekily.

“I’m-I’m sorry!” Haruki started moving frantically.

“It looks like Haruki is starting to loosen up a little,” Yamanaka leaned in to tell me.

Megumi pulled her robe over her shoulder. Her face was flushed.

“I think you’ll be safe here with Megumi.” Yamanaka said.

Will he? I thought. At the end of the day, Megumi was still a succubus. He could’ve turned to a drained carcass by the time we came back. Wait, why did Yamanaka pull aside for…?

“We’ll head off to somewhere else, to the LGBT sect.”