"Oh Secchan," Konoka murmured as she let her fingers dig in a little deeper into Setsuna's wet folds. "It's a little more real than that."

She wanted to give Setsuna more pleasant memories, since this was in no way fake. But the hypnotic trance was certainly dream-like, and keeping things unclear was part of the charm. She reached up and squeezed a pert breast again, leaning close so she could drink up the moans of Setsuna losing herself to pleasure. Fingers messed with nipples as well. And just at the side, Konoka could spy a mirror, allowing her to look at her girlfriend's hazy, aroused look as she became her plaything. Things were just too good right now.