Chapter 4 (Part 3)

After applying the toner to his face, they pushed the two beds together to make them look like one.  

Seeing the beds look like one, Grace briefly regretted her unnecessary words. But when the face she saw in the dream came back vividly, she turned her head.  

‘No, no. Let’s not have nightmares. This is the right choice.’  

After all, they were Grace Lowell and Leonardo Fernandez.  

If someone were to pick the worst relationship within the Knight Order, they would undoubtedly point to these two without hesitation.  

Sleeping a little closer together wouldn’t cause anything to happen.  

‘That would be, that would be too, gross.’  

Dream Grace might have lost her mind and done things with Leonardo, but the real Grace Lowell couldn’t do such things.  

Even so, suppressing the unnecessary tension, Grace lay down on the bed first.  

Then she patted the spot beside her with her hand and said,  

“Lie down quickly. I’m going to sleep now.”  

“…….”  

Leonardo also wondered if he had made a mistake in fulfilling Grace’s request.  

Her terrified face had indeed seemed pitiful, but what did that have to do with him to make him do something so foolish?  

Muttering inwardly that he must have been momentarily crazy, Leonardo hesitantly climbed onto the bed.  

Lying as far to the edge as possible, trying not to touch her, Leonardo’s intentions were clear, and Grace said,  

“You said you’d hold my hand.”  

Her shameless words almost made Leonardo shout.  

An anachronistic statement rose to his throat, but he suppressed it and replied to Grace.  

“What I agreed to do was stay by your side.”  

Leonardo flatly refused and turned his back to her, showing clearly that there was no room for reconsideration.  

Grace pouted at his evident refusal.  

“Ugh, how stingy. It’s my body anyway, so what’s the harm in holding my hand a bit?”  

Muttering a complaint, Grace turned her body in the opposite direction.  

They weren’t close enough to touch backs, but Leonardo was within reach if she stretched out her hand.  

‘Thank goodness. At least if I groan, he’ll wake me.’  

She knew well how sensitive Leonardo Fernandez was from what she’d heard.  

Feeling reassured, Grace closed her eyes.  

Soon, as the sound of her soft breathing filled the room, Leonardo, who had been slightly raised, watched Grace secretly.  

Being larger than most mages, he found her curled up in that large body pitiful.  

‘What kind of dream was it…?’  

It didn’t seem like Grace would tell him about the dream herself.  

While he thought her nightmare had nothing to do with him, he couldn’t help but be concerned because she said he appeared in it.  

Thinking that was the only reason he was curious about the dream, Leonardo sighed.  

‘I hope it’s not the same dream as mine.’  

But what if she had a dream similar to me?  

The thought that he hoped he’d never know the answer to this problem crossed his mind. It was truly an uncharacteristic thought for Leonardo Fernandez.  

With a slight smirk, he closed his eyes.  

Hoping for a peaceful sleep.  

***  

Grace, who had hoped not to dream today, despaired when she realized she was in a familiar yet somehow strange place as soon as she came to her senses.  

Even then, she fervently wished that Leonardo wouldn’t be there.  

But soon, feeling his presence nearby, she furrowed her brows. Anger surged within her.  

“Again! You’re here again?”

Despite Grace’s sharp words, Leonardo, who was sitting nearby picking flowers, only smiled.  

Why did someone I didn’t want keep appearing in my dream?  

Annoyed, Grace grabbed Leonardo by the collar and pulled him towards her with force. Then, with a face twisted in anger, she snapped at him.  

“What do you want from me!”  

As her face drew near, Leonardo turned his head as if asking if this was what she wanted.  

When he came close enough to kiss her, Grace blinked as she backed away.  

Seeing Leonardo look at her with puzzled eyes, as if wondering why she wasn’t doing anything, Grace’s anger surged, and she pushed him.  

Leonardo fell to the ground, and Grace climbed onto his stomach, tearing at his clothes with a sneer.  

“Is it this body you want? Is it over if we just mix bodies?”  

Her furious hands easily tore through the tough knight’s uniform.  

Through the clothes, now in tatters, Leonardo’s torso was visible. Grace clenched her teeth as she looked at his skin, as fair as hers, or even fairer.  

Then she raised her arm high and slapped his chest with her palm.  

“This is! My! Space! Don’t make that face!”  

In the dream, Grace kept slapping Leonardo’s chest, who appeared without a word and only smiled.  

The sharp sound of slaps echoed repeatedly.  

“So stop! Annoying me!”  

Red handprints appeared all over his white skin. She slapped him so fiercely that the handprints swelled up visibly.  

Grace panted for a while, then sighed and looked up at the sky.  

Though her anger subsided a bit, a strong sense of self-reproach washed over her.  

“I’m such a crazy woman.”  

Muttering about what she was doing in the dream, Grace was about to get off Leonardo.  

Just as she leaned her upper body away, Leonardo suddenly pulled her with a strong force. As she collapsed onto his torso, about to shout something,  

“……!”  

Leonardo gently rubbed her lower lip with his flower-stained hand.  

Unconsciously licking her lips at the discomfort, she tasted a bitter flavor. At the same time, something flashed in her mind.  

‘The effect of Golden Day Primrose!’  

Realizing that, Grace tried to get away from Leonardo, but he held her and pushed his fingers into her mouth.  

“Mm!”  

His long, thick fingers pressed down on her tongue.  

As the bitter taste from his hand grew stronger, Grace turned her head, trying to escape. But it was impossible due to the hand gripping her nape firmly.  

“Mm, hm!”  

The fingers invading her mouth scraped against her neat teeth, stirring around with a wet sound before pulling out.  

Unlike a moment ago, when she was desperately trying to escape, Grace’s eyes turned hazy.  

Blinking slowly, she lowered her head and kissed Leonardo.  

When Grace bit his upper lip, Leonardo’s lips parted. The sound of tongues intertwining and exchanging saliva echoed lewdly.  

“Mm, hm!”  

When Leonardo grabbed her chest, Grace, finding her clothes cumbersome, took them off herself.  

As her perky br*asts were exposed defenselessly, Leonardo, who had been lying down, sat up.  

He bit her br*ast with his lips, flipped their positions, and climbed on top of her stomach. Then he smiled, pressing down below with his member.  

Grace, who was suddenly pinned under Leonardo, blinked her clouded eyes.  

‘Feels good.’  

She didn’t know why she was doing this, but it felt good.  

When Leonardo sucked on her chest strongly, Grace twisted her waist. The anticipation of what was to come made her feel a tingling sensation below.  

Holding Leonardo’s golden hair as he licked her n*pples, Grace let out an excited moan.  

“Mm, ah! Haah!”  

Seeing her very satisfying reaction, Leonardo smiled.  

Grace, seeing his smile, opened and closed her eyes.  

Thinking that it would be fine if his large member pierced below and pounded her, Grace embraced Leonardo’s head, who was licking her chest.  

As she was drowning in the pleasure Leonardo gave her, moaning,  

“Sir Grace Lowell.”

Someone called her.  

The voice was so cold and calm that it snapped her to attention in an instant.  

Unlike last time, Leonardo, who still had his face buried in her chest, bared his teeth and bit her n*pple hard.  

Unknowingly, Grace pushed Leonardo, who was twisting her n*pple with one hand.  

Pushed away in an instant, Leonardo tilted his head as if asking why.  

“Sir Grace Lowell.”

And when someone called her name once more, Grace woke up.  

“―Huh!”  

As she opened her eyes wide, a long sigh was heard right beside her.  

Turning her head reflexively, she found Leonardo’s face, or rather her face, so close that their noses almost touched.  

“Wh-what is this―!”  

“That’s what I’d like to ask.”  

Leonardo replied in a cold voice.  

He pointed downward with his finger, as if telling her to look at her state, and Grace had to confirm with her own eyes what she was doing.  

“……Ah, ha, haha.”  

The distance was so close that it made sleeping apart meaningless.  

Or, more precisely, Grace was clinging to Leonardo.  

Like a cicada clinging to an old tree.  

Not only had she draped her long legs across his flat stomach, but she was also hugging his body tightly with her arms. As if she couldn’t allow even the slightest gap.  

“Now that you’re awake, how about letting go?”  

At Leonardo’s words, Grace hiccupped and slowly backed away.  

Once she completely moved away, Leonardo let out a sigh of relief. Although he hadn’t shown it to Grace, her clinging behavior had truly troubled him.  

‘What on earth did she do to make it stand up like that!’  

In fact, Leonardo had woken up not because Grace was hugging him, but because of the foreign sensation he felt between their closely pressed bodies.  

Because he was wearing pajamas, the sensation of his *rect member was vividly felt through the thin fabric, and Grace had started fondling her own chest with her hand.  

‘And even let out subtle moans.’  

Ultimately, Leonardo had concluded that she was definitely dreaming, and a lewd one at that, and had shaken her awake with a firm grip, calling her name.