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Leonardo was wandering in a dream. It was unclear whether it was a dream or not, but he wanted to believe it was.

The dream began at the moment he stabbed the mother body.

The space of “nothingness” that unfolded after the mother body’s annihilation swallowed not only him, but the time around him as well. According to his memory, he had barely escaped it, yet the moment of execution he faced once again dragged him back into the forbidden zone.

Afterward, while falling into a deep abyss, he saw a person’s life flash by in an instant. It was both sad and joyful. As he became completely immersed, bright light soon colored his vision. Frowning and barely opening his eyes, he found that, surprisingly, numerous people were standing before him.

Among them were faces he knew and faces he didn’t. However, they were all surrounding him and crying.

His body simply lay straight, blankly staring at the ceiling. He was terribly afraid this might be a sign of death.

As expected, he felt his body gradually growing cold. Darkness came over his vision, and there was wailing all around.

He could only guess that he had died. He shouldn’t die here yet—he still had many things to do. Reflecting on his futile life, he found solace in the fact that there were many people who would cry for him.

However, those many people soon disappeared. And only one person remained by his side.

That person grasped the corpse’s hand and kissed it. The other’s lips and hands were extremely hot.

“...I made a wish.”

Just as his eyelids became too heavy to open, the voice of that person, who had been silently sobbing, was heard faintly.

“For you to be ...”

Perhaps death was taking away even his faint senses, because both the voice and the words were unclear.

“In the end, it turned out as you wished.”

He wanted to ask, “What?” but there was nothing he could do with this body. Even so, he could fully feel the other’s dazed heart through the palm holding his hand.

That person kept their fingers interlocked until his own fingers stiffened. Then, leaving one last word, they completely disappeared from his consciousness.

“Glory to Raina Logia.”

“Gasp—”

When he opened his eyes with a start, he was in the middle of a familiar battlefield. His body rapidly heated up, then cooled down again.

Whenever a battlefield appeared as the background, hallucinations or auditory hallucinations always accompanied it. They manipulated the brain to provide vivid sensations. So Leonardo was convinced this was a dream created by his subconscious. But waking up from a dream only to find another dream wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

Lucid dreams were often more frightening than realistic ones. It was because of the pressure of not knowing how to escape even though he had to.

However, having had many such experiences, he decided to wait quietly until he woke up naturally. As ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) usual, explosions went off and mountains of corpses filled his sight, but there was no need to fight even in a dream, so he sat leaning against a half-destroyed building.

Picking up a pipe that was rolling around and putting it in his mouth, it tasted terribly bad, perhaps because it was a foreign brand.

“Why do those Turandos bastards smoke this stuff?”

After throwing away the pipe, having only dirtied his mouth, he raised his knees, rested his arms on them, and looked up. As he stared blankly at the sky, the red glow in the distance grew in size at an alarming speed. He could instinctively tell. It was a bombing run pouring down on his head.

However, a strong shock was necessary to wake up from a dream. Thinking he might wake up if he got hit by that, he calmly awaited his end. At that moment, two people who had suddenly appeared grabbed his hand. One was a middle-aged man, and the other was a soldier around his age. Both were people he knew well and missed.

“Leonardo.”

He was pulled to his feet in a hurry. As the two people tugged on his arms, he ran with all his might. A bomb fell on the spot where he had been just a moment ago, and a huge explosion erupted. The building he had been leaning against disappeared without a trace.

Looking back with startled eyes, he then stared ahead again. Glancing from side to side in a daze, he called their names.

“Halid, Ian?”

The two people turned back at the call. They shouted at him with fierce expressions and voices.

“Wake up now.”

“...!”

When he opened his eyes for the third time, he thought it wasn’t a dream. It had to be real by this point.

Besides, unlike before, the sensations were too vivid. His body was no longer cold, and instead heated up uncontrollably.

“Huff, ugh...”

The first things he noticed were the orange light and intermittent groaning sounds. The faint but by no means small noises made him momentarily flustered.

But when he wondered where they were coming from, they were definitely coming from his own mouth. Embarrassed, he bit his lip, but the moans he couldn’t hold back spilled down to his chin along with saliva.

“Ugh...”

A chilling sensation lingered down his spine, making his body tremble. Along with it, his left shoulder and neck area felt burning hot, as if being scorched. The air was hot and dry, yet his body was soaked with sweat. As unbearable pain rushed in, twisting his upper body, a firm forearm crossed his abdomen and chest, pulling him back so he couldn’t escape.

“Stay still.”

The low growl that pierced his ear made him unable to move, as if under a spell. He froze for a moment, and his entire body, bent forward, was lightly lifted and helplessly dragged back. Someone’s broad chest pressed against his back, and a presence-heavy lower body softly touched between his buttocks. His legs, which had been flailing, were pinned down and fixed by long, heavy legs.

His lower abdomen was wrapped and flattened by a large hand, and the cool touch on his chest occasionally brushed sensitive areas, making his waist curl. Only then could he realize that his upper body was naked, but although he wanted to grasp the situation, his vision was blurry and his mind hazy.

Meanwhile, a strange sensation persistently gnawed at his shoulder and neck area. The indecent sound of sucking on moist skin broke the silence. If one only heard it, it would be nothing more than obscene caresses, but it felt like his skin was being torn apart as if burned, so he could only think of it as gnawing.

“Aah, aaah!”

He gripped the firm forearm with enough force to break it and let out a cracked scream. Then the lips on his skin dragged thickly along his nape and shoulder, accompanied by the words, “It’s okay.” The wet, squishy thing kept tormenting his left shoulder and lingering around the particularly painful area, refusing to leave.

He screamed so much his throat became hoarse and he even tasted blood. It felt like his wound was being cut open and acid poured into it. It felt like his bones were being electrocuted in a terrible way, and he thought he would lose his mind at this rate, so he bit his lip hard again.

Then two thick, long fingers immediately pried open his teeth and entered. The flesh that filled his mouth pressed down on his tongue and forced open the throat that tried to close.

“Tsk, don’t bite.”

Although it was an extremely commanding tone, there was subtle tenderness mixed in, which was deeply incongruous with the situation. The remaining fingers, except for the two that had invaded his mouth, gripped his lower jaw and tilted his head to the right. It was as if he had become easy prey, exposing his vulnerable nape to the predator behind him.

With his mouth blocked and only breathing heavily, he glanced sideways, and hot breath touched his fully exposed nape once again.

“Mm..., ugh!”

A stabbing sensation descended on his neck and shoulder once more. Convulsing as if having a seizure, he reflexively bared his nails and teeth.

He bit the other’s fingers filling his mouth so hard it made a crunching sound, but they hardened as if encased in ice, and it felt like his own teeth would fall out instead. Because of this, unable to put strength in his jaw and trembling finely, the fingers seemed to try to relax the stiffened muscles, gently stirring the mucous membrane inside.

Wherever skin rubbed and chafed, some kind of liquid—whether sweat or something else—seeped out heavily. It soaked his entire left arm, and a fishy smell wafted through the hot, sticky space.

Along with it, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, the bridge of his nose, and around his eyes. Wet hair clung to him unpleasantly, but a large hand occasionally swept it behind his ears.

“Endure it a little longer. It’ll be over soon.”

“Ugh... ugh...”

Barely holding on to the consciousness that seemed about to fade, he gasped for air with parted lips and a heaving chest. As he lay limp like a doll, a large embrace from behind pressed against his entire body, pouncing as if to devour him.

The sound of sucking on skin persistently tickled his left ear. His left arm and lower abdomen, where heat pooled, twitched uncontrollably. As he made gasping sounds from the difficulty of breathing, the two fingers, soaked in saliva, wriggled out of his mouth with a squelching friction.

Thinking this was the moment, he grabbed the other’s wrist and twisted it with the force to crush it. He had to find out who was restraining and violating his body like this.

Mustering all his strength, he lifted his numb left arm and roughly pushed away the chest at his back. Then, struggling to turn his head and confirm the hateful face, Leonardo felt his already unstable breath catch in his throat.

Navy blue hair, soaked with sweat like his own, clung strand by strand to pale, cool skin. Beneath thick and beautiful eyebrows, shadowed blue eyes gazed at him quietly as if to devour him.

The neat lips that seemed to only utter upright and noble words were smeared with an unknown liquid, glistening provocatively.

Panting breaths mingled at an uncomfortably close distance.

The red blood flowing down the strong jaw was so excessively sensual that Leonardo let go of the consciousness he had been holding onto, swept away by confusion.

*****

The twitching eyelids opened at once. The golden eyes revealed between them stared at the ceiling as if startled.

Rough breaths burst out between parted lips. Unfocused pupils frantically roamed the air.

A few seconds later, the calmed eyes gradually formed an image on the retina. Instead of orange light, his vision was filled with a single ray of sunlight illuminating the dim interior. The warmth of the afternoon, entering diagonally through the window, stretched long and sideways across Leonardo’s upper body.

“Haa—”

Leonardo quickly caught his breath while sorting out his dizzy mind. The bedding covering up to his neck rose and fell rapidly along with his chest.

‘Where is this place?’

Leonardo tried to turn his body toward Hugo to ask him something, attempting to lift his upper body halfway. However, at that moment, a heavy, dull sensation brushed his lower region. He immediately stopped moving and quietly looked only at Hugo’s face.

“...?”

A tight, taut feeling, where heat had gathered, was full down there. Sometimes when waking up, this happened as a natural phenomenon, but this time it felt a bit different by intuition. It was as if the urge was rising, on the verge of ejaculation, but looking at this face of all things, it felt increasingly out of control.

‘...What?’

Sensing the strangeness, Leonardo slightly lifted the thick bedding he had covered with his right hand. Perhaps because he felt ominous—or lacked strength—his fingertips trembled.

Eventually, after a brief glance inside, Leonardo’s expression froze as coldly as possible.

His numb mind was filled with only questions. He couldn’t understand.

Why... was it erect?