Chapter 2 (Part 1)

Even though he hadn’t caressed her for long, the inside of Grace, who was already soaking wet, easily accepted his intimidating member just by looking at it.  Instead of feeling pain, she let out an excited moan and even trembled slightly.  Seeing that, a deep sense of betrayal suddenly washed over him. Not knowing why he felt betrayed or where this dirty feeling came from, Leonardo muttered.  

“Being so easy… why did you say my c*ck was dirty and disgusting?”

Leonardo couldn’t understand at all. Forgetting that this wasn’t reality, he continued to push hard and spoke again.  

“Is it because you hate me?”  

“Haa! Ugh!”  

“Don’t be ridiculous. Your body likes it so much, hmm?”  

The sound of flesh hitting flesh and the creaking of friction echoed. Each time, Grace shuddered and felt it intensely. As if asking for more, she even moved her hips. Seeing this, Leonardo felt a contradictory heart. He felt good seeing her cry out with his large member, which even other men found tiring to look at, yet he hated remembering how she looked at it with disgust.

“Hmm! Ah! Ugh!”  

Grace’s tight and deep insides clenched as if to hold him in whenever Leonardo moved back. When he thrust hard, her insides convulsed briefly in response. Leonardo looked at Grace, who was moaning beneath him, with mesmerized eyes.

“Why do you like it, yet act like that…”  

As he thrust his hips, Leonardo gently rubbed Grace’s private area with his fingers. Seeing the disheveled appearance of the woman who used to look at him with contempt was surprisingly satisfying. He persistently rubbed the area where Grace reacted particularly strongly.

“Haa! Ugh! Haa! Ah!”  

Every time his fingers pressed there, every time he thrust hard and stimulated her insides, Grace’s hips bounced. Holding onto Grace’s legs that were helplessly shaking from the continuous stimulation, he wrapped them around his waist and laughed sharply.

“Just making annoying noises.”  

Gritting his teeth, Leonardo looked at Grace, who was lying n*ked on the yellow flower with her pink hair disheveled, her face flushed red. Every time he thrust his hips with force, her large br*asts shook. 

That was quite a sight too.  

Leonardo pulled her waist with his arms, sitting her on his knee, and took her luscious br*ast into his mouth.  

“Ah, ugh!”  

Grace Lowell, who only knew how to react to the stimuli he gave. Although he was just embracing her and thrusting his c*ck as his instincts and desires strongly dictated, Leonardo felt it wasn’t enough. Leonardo buried his face in the nape of Grace’s neck, who was moaning in his arms, and sucked hard. A red mark appeared on her white neck.

“It looks good.”  

The fact that he left his mark on her body was strangely satisfying. Even though she was a woman he clearly disliked and despised.

Leonardo didn’t know where these contradictory feelings came from, but he moved his hips as his instincts dictated. The obscene sounds and excited moans echoed across the silent field.

“Ugh!”  

Leonardo felt his mind clear only after he filled Grace’s insides, which were trembling at the peak of climax, with his s*men. Along with the realization of what he had done.

“……I feel like a crazy bastard.”

Overwhelmed by belated shame, Leonardo closed his eyes. It was truly an unreal experience he wanted to forget.

***

“Ugh!”

It couldn’t be anything but a terrible nightmare. 

Waking from a flesh-filled dream, Leonardo tore at his hair, overwhelmed by endless self-reproach.

Usually, people don’t remember their dreams, but the vivid dream of explicit intercourse he had last night lingered deeply in Leonardo’s mind.

‘Crazy bastard. You said you hated her, yet you did that?’

It was incomprehensible, yet in last night’s dream, he did something irrational.

And he enjoyed it immensely.

He even entertained the perverse thought of wanting to bite and claim that body as his own.

‘What… what on earth did I do?’

Even though it was just a dream, the fact that he found such joy in holding that woman was repulsive.

Thinking back made his skin crawl, and Leonardo rubbed his arms repeatedly. He hoped never to dream such a thing again.

‘However, no matter how much I think about it, it doesn’t make sense.

Even in a dream, the scent from the Golden Day Primrose was dizzyingly strong, and the yellow something that Grace made him consume.

He shouldn’t have felt anything, yet the sweet and bitter taste still lingered vividly in his mouth, along with the vivid pleasure felt at the last moment.

‘Nothing about it isn’t strange.’

If it was the work of a demon, there should be a demon with such abilities nearby.

‘The only thing around here is Pla’s habitat, and if anything, the Golden Day Primrose.’

Leonardo was convinced that he needed to conduct a more in-depth investigation into the Golden Day Primrose.

And he thought it best to quickly shake off the absurd dream he had. There were more important matters than being dragged down by such a distasteful dream.

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

Or tried to.

“What the heck is this!”

Startled by a sudden scream, Leonardo hurriedly pulled the door handle, but it wouldn’t open easily, perhaps because he had hastily locked it last night, causing it to break.

With urgency in his heart and the door not opening as he wished, Leonardo kicked it.

With a thud, the broken door flew into the corridor.

“What the hell is going on!”

Rushing outside, wondering what the commotion was about so early in the morning, Leonardo belatedly covered his face upon seeing Grace awkwardly standing there.

Seeing her, he immediately understood why.

“Damn, crazy bastard.”

The dream he had last night was truly shameful, but that was all. However, unlike his mind, which had ended there, his body seemed to have had a wet dream for some reason.

With a sigh, he looked at his noticeably bulging front and the obviously wet pants.

He had the dream, so why did his body have a wet dream?

What does his dream have to do with his body now!

‘I will find out what happened, no matter what.’

To think that a single bad dream could lead to such multifaceted shame.

Meanwhile, Grace, who had finally noticed Leonardo, pointed at him with an angry expression and shouted.

“Hey, Sir Leonardo! Explain what on earth is going on here!”

Even her voice, full of anger, reminded him of Grace from last night’s dream, who had cried out while savoring his manhood, but Leonardo cleared his throat and spoke as if nothing was wrong.

“This is something that happens in the morning. It’s a physical phenomenon that occurs every morning for a healthy man.”

“Is this normal? Then how do you explain the wet pants?”

At her words, Leonardo retorted as if it were pathetic.

“It seems you don’t know, Sir Lowell, but it’s something that can happen to men.”

“Do you call that an explanation?”

“What can I do when that’s the truth?”

Leonardo was sure that the best course of action was to brazenly insist, given how things had turned out.

Seeing Grace, who didn’t know anything, making a fuss, it seemed she might just let it go if he pushed it a bit.

‘Say one more word. I’ll question you too.’

Leonardo clenched his teeth with a brazen face, belatedly realizing that the impact of last night’s dream had caused even the underwear on Grace’s body to become damp.

As he expected, Grace made a subtle face when Leonardo spoke so confidently.

She seemed to understand but looked as if she couldn’t handle the aftermath, holding onto her pants awkwardly as she spoke.

“What am I supposed to do about this!”

“Wouldn’t it be best to take care of it in the bathroom and change clothes?”

Adding that she had already done so yesterday, Leonardo’s words made Grace grit her teeth.

The thought of having to deal with this dirty and unpleasant matter every morning in this body was driving her crazy. But there was no other way.

Except to resolve this situation.

In the end, since it was either her or Leonardo who had to do it, she spoke with a face full of annoyance.

“Fine, I understand for now. You need to change your clothes too, right? I’ll take care of this first, so wait.”

With that, Grace waddled like a penguin towards the bathroom.

And as soon as she reached the bathroom, she grumbled.

“Who the hell broke the door!”

Hearing the words clearly meant for him, Leonardo felt a pang of guilt.

After all, he had broken the door of the men’s dormitory with a kick just a moment ago. He really didn’t expect Grace Lowell’s body to have such strength.

“I’ll repair it, so don’t worry.”

Leonardo replied loudly to her muttering, and Grace responded in kind.

“Of course, you should fix it. Or do expect me to do it?”

Grace’s words, implying that he should fix what he broke, made Leonardo frown. But she was right, so instead of getting annoyed, he sighed.

“It’s only been a day.”

Only a day had passed since their bodies had swapped, yet it felt like a month, and he was exhausted.