Soen na Osananajimi to Isekai de wa Kekkon Shite Iru Yume wo Mita ga, Sorekara Osananajimi no Yousu ga Okashii ndaga

This is MTL.
So, I cannot guarantee that the translation 100% contextually accurate or appropriate.

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An Addictive Dreams with Portrait Violation and Guilt

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　It’s morning.
　When I get up and look around, a familiar scene that I know without a doubt that I was sleeping in my room, in my bed, as usual.
　In the midst of all this, I realize the reality of the situation, and at the same time, I feel my face and my whole body boiling with embarrassment.
　What can I say, I had one hell of a dream!

“NOOOOOO!? What a dream I had!?”

　I flail my head around and writhe in agony.

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　Last night I was really, really light-hearted and went to sleep hoping to have an erotic dream as light-hearted as watching an erotic DVD in the middle of the night behind my parents’ back.
　… I did have an erotic dream, as I had hoped, though.

“I don’t want a heavy, sweet and sour, innocent erotic scene of such a firm, slow and deep love relationship… And the other party is.”

　A dream of an intense week of honeymooning with the love of our life before the final battle, which may be the last moment of our life… To be clear, this dream has nothing to do with the slightly erotic romantic comedy that I put next to my pillow.

　Moreover, the other party is…
　I turned my gaze to the next Amane’s room that I could see through the window… I couldn’t stand it any longer and held my head again.

“Oh no… I don’t think I can look her in the face properly today…”

　I turned to the book on my bedside table and made a firm resolve… to avoid this kind of dream.

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　A few days later, when I woke up early in the morning, I was disappointed to find that my childhood friend was not sleeping beside me, but then I remembered the reality and felt miserable at the weakness of my will.

“I’ve done… again…”

　Today was already the third… It was the third day in the dream, according to the law, but I took the liberty of making my childhood friend appear in the dream and giggle… Despite my guilt, I hadn’t been able to stop the dream at all.
　I found myself with a manga I had borrowed from Kudou on my bedside… This right hand moves on its own accord, on its own accord!

　My brain is about to be in a state of disarray.
　I’ve heard such a phrase somewhere, but I never thought I would experience it myself.
　No matter what kind of romance drama I watch, they won’t be able to show me the dream that gives me such a feeling of happiness… I was so taken aback by this sweet dream that I could say so.
　The addiction was so bad that I was convinced I would never wake up again if it wasn’t for the “waking up” that comes with sleep.

　Because……… she is too cute! My new wife Amane in my dreams!!

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　Each and every one of the things we have been spending time with in our newlywed life is…
　When we go shopping together, when she is wearing an apron in the kitchen ……………… and most importantly, when we sleep in bed together…….
　I can’t let anyone know about this.
　I won’t go into the details, but I did a lot of things to my lovely new wife as my imagination and desires took me.
　It’s already… so much so that when I woke up, I pulled myself… the guilt hit me at a rate that’s been increasing every day.
　Day after day, I’ve been messing with my childhood friend’s image for my own pleasure, even if it’s only in my delusional dreams… And yet, even though I know, I can’t quit.

“I am… what a terrible man I am…”

　As I was walking to school, I made a hard decision not to give in to my desires tonight, I saw Kanzaki Amane, my victim (?), ahead of me.
　The moment I caught sight of her, my heart leapt like a criminal’s.
　Of course, the real Amane is a high school student.
　Slightly younger than the dream Amane… But still, my brain filter will go ahead and link it to the “dream content” on its own…

　C-calm down… that’s not a dream, it’s a real Amane. It has nothing to do with the content of the dream, but the real Amane…

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　All I have to do is simply greet her in a normal manner with an innocent, yes, innocent face.

　Thinking almost like a criminal desperately trying to keep his evil from being exposed, I called out to Amane, who was walking ahead of me.

“G-Good morning Amane.
You’re pretty slow today.”

　I think my words came out more normal than I thought they would.
　Inside, I’m struggling to control my heart, which is beating three times faster than usual.

“Hmm? ……!?”

　But when Amane turned around and noticed me, she gulped in surprise and hurriedly turned her face away.

“Eh? Amane…”
“Go-Go-Go-Good morning!! Well, I’m in a hurry! I’ll see you later!!”

　As I was wondering about Amane’s reaction, she turned her head to the other side and started to speak in a rambling voice, then ran off like a rabbit.
　Eh? What is that reaction…