Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

[A/N: What an unexpected surprise of R-18 lol.]

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As the swirling mana gathered before Ash and the Dream, a lone figure began to take shape. Towering hundreds of feet into the air, he radiated the crushing aura of a being from the Twenty-First Dimensional level.

His form was draped in dark, shifting robes that seemed to drink in the surrounding light, while his long, white hair streamed freely in the wind.

His eyes blazed with an age-old intensity, torn between emotions too deep to name. This was the warrior the Dream had once nurtured — the same man who had, in the end, turned against her.

Seeing Ash with his arm casually wrapped around the Dream’s shoulders, the warrior’s expression darkened into a deep frown.

But the moment his gaze shifted to the Dream herself, his eyes softened with unmistakable longing.

She was even more beautiful than he remembered — ethereal, radiant, and carrying a power that made his heart ache with centuries of suppressed desire.

The warrior shook his head slowly, his voice deep and resonant.

"You’ve committed a grave mistake, Dream."

The Dream’s vibrant eyes narrowed, a flicker of confusion and anger sparking across her face.

Seeing him... of course she was furious — this was the man who had betrayed her, the one who had warped her reality into an actual waking nightmare.

But as her gaze shifted toward Ash, a thought crossed her mind.

’If he speaks of a mistake... maybe I can get something useful for Ash,’ she mused.

Steeling herself, she kept her voice calm and steady, masking her emotions as she prepared to draw out whatever information might help him.

"What mistake do you speak of Kaled?" she asked, her melodic tone edged with restrained fury.

"I have finally broken free... and achieved my one Dream. What could possibly be a mistake about that?"

Kaled’s gaze lingered on her, a mix of sorrow and conviction clouding his eyes. Hearing her speak of her one dream... it struck a chord deep within him.

And it wasn’t just the words—there was an unmistakable edge of fury and pain in her voice that made it cut even deeper.

’My dream... I never meant to hurt you...’ he thought, keeping his outward composure intact. "Getting rid of the Nightmares... it goes against Existence itself," Kaled said.

"The old Lost Realities were meant to stay forgotten. The Mother sealed you all away because you had become too dangerous, your very presence threatening to unravel the grand vision she worked so hard to build."

The Dream’s hands curled into fists at her sides, the silver fabric of her dress shimmering and trembling with the emotions she struggled to contain.

"Isn’t the Mother the one who created us all?" she asked. "Then shouldn’t my Dreams... the Dreams of all my siblings... have been known to her long before she chose to seal us away?"

Ash remained at her side, his arm draped casually yet firmly around her shoulders, observing the exchange with a calm, faintly amused smile.

His grip tightened almost imperceptibly, his hand sliding down to rest with quiet possession on her waist.

The Dream’s breath caught, a sudden rush of warmth blooming through her as his touch lingered, sending a shiver down her spine.

She gave him a puzzled glance, but his easygoing, laid-back demeanor made her keep pressing for details.

As their conversation went on, Ash nonchalantly called forth the Codex once more.

The sleek black-and-gold tome appeared in his free hand, its pages fluttering open as if guided by an unseen force.

Without missing a beat, he began skimming the man’s thoughts, golden letters etching themselves across the parchment in real time before his eyes.

"I still desire her more than anything... even after my betrayal, I wanted to save her somehow. To make her mine. To rule with her at my side. But this guy.... He dares to touch what belongs to me?!"

’Oh, how typical...’ Ash mused, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face. In that instant, a daring idea sparked in his mind.

’I’ve never truly stolen someone’s partner before,’ he thought... And like mentioned before... he was supposed to be stepping far beyond the lines of what he’d normally do.

So, if this was technically uncharted territory, then why not go all the way and give Kaled a real taste of payback?

As Kaled continued speaking, Ash’s hand slid higher, cupping the Dream’s breast through her silver dress, his thumb brushing over her in slow, deliberate circles.

The Dream’s voice faltered mid-sentence, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her lips as Ash’s hand slid higher, cupping her breast more firmly through the thin silver fabric of her dress. His thumb brushed over her nipple in slow, deliberate circles, teasing it until it hardened beneath his touch.

"Ah—!"

Her body trembled, leaning instinctively into his hand despite the situation, her cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and sudden heat. The words she had been saying dissolved into another quiet, breathy moan as her thighs pressed together.

Kaled’s eyes widened, then narrowed into a deep frown. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, as mana began flickering violently around his massive form.

"Who the hell is this man?" he demanded, voice booming with barely contained rage.

"Dream, what is the meaning of this? Have you lost your mind?!"

Elysia, floating unseen beside Ash, smiled mischievously and made a small, subtle gesture with her hand — altering the narrative just enough.

The Dream’s eyes glazed over for a brief moment before she looked up at Ash with a soft, adoring expression, her voice husky and sincere.

"My husband... please... not here..."

Kaled’s face twisted with fury and disbelief.

"You’ve lost your mind!" he roared. "This is the influence of the Nightmares... it has to be — they’ve corrupted you! I’ll do you a favor and lock you away again." He said as he raised a single hand.

"Once I complete my contract, I’ll return and spend the rest of eternity with you. Just as it was always meant to be!"

Ash remained calm, his hand still possessively kneading the Dream’s breast as he finally spoke, his voice smooth and carrying absolute authority.

"Is that so?"