Chapter 7 (Part 5)

“Ahhh!”  

A thrilling pleasure shot through her waist.  

Grace wrapped her legs around Leonardo’s waist, trembling.  

But that was just the beginning. As he began thrusting, a more intense sensation than anything before surged through her.  

“Haang! Aang!”  

Thud, thud—the sound of flesh colliding filled the air.  

Leonardo gripped the pale legs hard enough to leave handprints and thrust his hips upward.  

It was a dream, but even though it was just a dream, it felt so good he thought he might die.  

In a dream that felt more real than reality itself, Leonardo focused solely on moving his hips.  

‘This is insane.’  

The tight, hot interior gripped his manhood and refused to let go.  

Leonardo thought it felt as if he were being devoured, not the other way around, just like he had felt once before. He thrust his hips in the way Grace wanted.  

“Mm, haang! Haat!”  

Grabbing her trembling chest, Leonardo sucked hard.  

When he bit down on her n*pples with a mischievous intent, Grace hit his shoulder, saying it hurt.  

“Hng, ahh!”  

But Leonardo ignored her and continued thrusting, making loud slapping sounds. Grace threw her head back and moaned.  

Her flushed face and unfocused eyes were filled only with the pleasure he had engraved into her.  

When he stopped for a moment and then thrust strongly again, Grace arched her back like a bow. Seeing this, Leonardo didn’t stop and kept driving her to the edge.  

“Ahh, mm! Haat, ahhh!”  

As Grace reached her climax and let out a high-pitched cry, trembling all over, Leonardo also stifled his groan and released his essence deep inside her.  

Feeling the post-climax lethargy, Leonardo hugged Grace tightly.  

Lying beside Grace, who had already closed her eyes as if asleep, he kissed her lips briefly. Then he closed his own eyes.  

It was an utterly satisfying yet hollow affair.  

***

The next day, Grace woke up in Leonardo’s body. As soon as she regained her senses, she bolted upright.  

Reflexively looking down, she saw her pants were damp, just like that one time before. There was no need to check further; they were undoubtedly a sticky mess from s*men.  

‘When I fell asleep, I was in my own body.’  

At some point during her sleep, their bodies had swapped, and it seemed that, because of an erotic dream she had in the meantime, she had unconsciously *jaculated.

This must be what they call a wet dream.  

‘Ah, seriously… This isn’t even the issue right now.’  

With a deeply annoyed expression, Grace scratched her head furiously.  

Even in Leonardo’s body, it would stand up stiffly, and now it had even caused a wet dream.  

More than anything, she had no idea how or why this was happening, leaving her unable to prepare for such situations, which was utterly frustrating.  

‘Anyway, I need to deal with this first.’  

No matter how discreet the attendants were, it would be a problem if they discovered that the adult they served had wet dreams and soiled their pants.  

Grace decided to be generous and protect Leonardo’s reputation.  

“I guess soaking it in water should do.”  

Grace got out of bed, took off the pants, and checked the bed sheets to see if they were wet.  

Fortunately, the sheets were perfectly dry.  

In the dream, when Leonardo had released himself inside her, it had felt like there was a considerable amount, but in reality, it might not have been as much as it seemed.  

“Ah, seriously… This thing is so clueless.”  

In that brief moment, she felt her underwear swell with another lewd thought.  

No, it wasn’t just swelling—it was even poking out.  

Grace stared at the thing, which looked exactly like what dream-Leonardo had used to bring her pleasure, and grabbed it firmly with her hand.  

Then she muttered irritably.  

“Get a clue, you brainless thing.”  

When she let go of the thick and large organ with a flick, it sprang back up like a spring.  

Seeing this, Grace chuckled in disbelief.  

“Well, it’s impressive, I’ll give it that.”  

Feeling exasperated by its refusal to calm down, Grace sighed and checked the clock before grabbing a potion and dragging herself to the bathroom.  

The sensation of her aroused manhood felt strange.  

It was different from the tightening sensation she’d felt in her original body when aroused.  

It was sore, throbbing, and painful.  

It was as if it was demanding she do something to resolve this heat.  

‘Maybe soaking in cold water will help?’  

Throwing the wet pants carelessly onto the floor, Grace filled the bathtub with water and glanced downward.  

At this point, it should have died down.  

‘Why is this thing so hard to kill, anyway?’  

Come to think of it, even when they had actually been intimate, this thing had refused to calm down, causing her to climax so many times she had nearly passed out.  

As her thoughts wandered, Grace looked down again.  

“…Maybe this is a good thing?”  

Touching the tip, which was leaking tears of *rousal, Grace suddenly blushed with embarrassment.  

It wasn’t even her own body, yet here she was, getting aroused just by looking at Leonardo’s anatomy!  

‘Why don’t you just grab it and shake it, Grace Lowell!’  

Scolding herself, Grace sighed and crouched down.  

Perhaps because of the dream she had last night, she couldn’t stop her thoughts from wandering in that direction.  

Grace felt ashamed of herself for acting like a woman obsessed with lust for even a short period.  

‘At this rate, I’ll end up doing it again in reality!’  

That was something she absolutely couldn’t allow.  

People were already asking questions about why she kept visiting Leonardo’s lab lately, and in this situation, she couldn’t afford to make such a mistake.  

If she couldn’t resist her urges, she would rather sleep with someone else than with Leonardo.  

‘Not that I’d actually sleep with anyone else!’  

Moreover, Grace didn’t want anyone to know that she was being influenced by Leonardo.  

‘No, what am I even saying?!’  

Angry at her own thoughts, Grace clenched her fists tightly.  

‘I’m not being influenced by him! This is all because of that damn sorcery and curse!’  

Standing up abruptly, Grace scooped up some water from the partially filled bathtub and poured it over her pants.  

Splash—the water spilled onto the floor and splashed onto her face.  

“Ah, seriously! This is so annoying!”  

Stomping her feet in frustration, Grace climbed into the bathtub.  

The cold water surrounded her body, making her shiver.  

When she glanced down, she saw that the thing had shrunk considerably compared to before.  

“So it only dies down after being drenched in cold water. Impressive.”  

Checking the time, she realized it was almost time for the body switch. Grace drank the potion while still in the bathtub.  

It was only after she felt the now-familiar pain that she realized she shouldn’t have been in the water.  

‘If I lose consciousness with my head underwater, it’ll be a disaster!’  

Realizing this too late, Grace grimaced through the pain and forced herself to get out of the bathtub.  

Or at least, she tried to.  

Barely managing to drape one arm and leg awkwardly over the edge of the tub, she closed her eyes.  

***

Back in his original body, Leonardo felt a vague sense of discomfort.  

Without opening his eyes fully, he twisted his waist to adjust his position, only to fall out of the bathtub with a loud crash.  

The incident happened so quickly that he couldn’t even figure out what had occurred.  

Rubbing the spot where his head had lightly hit the tub, Leonardo calmly surveyed his surroundings.  

When he saw the pants lying on the floor, he realized what had happened and let out a chuckle.  

“Looks like it was a wet dream.”  

If he and Grace had shared the same dream, it was entirely possible.  

Picking up the wet pants, he tossed them into the laundry basket. Then he began filling the tub, which was still full of cold water, with warm water instead.  

As he did so, he reflected on the dream he had last night. The person in the dream had undoubtedly been Grace.  

Not the boring, unresponsive spirit of the Golden Day Primrose.  

‘Could the spirit of the Golden Day Primrose connect other people’s dreams as well?’  

There wasn’t much known about the spirit of the Golden Day Primrose to begin with, and even that was dismissed as mere rumor, so there weren’t any verified records.  

However, the moment he tried to investigate anything beyond the information Iris had given him, someone would surely grow suspicious of his actions.  

This would increase the risk of others discovering the situation.  

‘It’s already dangerous enough as it is.’  

Since the moment they became aware of each other’s existence, Grace Lowell had never faced him with a smile, no matter the form.  

To anyone else, they had always seemed like oil and water—completely incompatible. But now, look at them.  

‘Grace Lowell is frequenting Leonardo Fernandez’s lab.’  

For now, people were only whispering curiously, but as time passed, more people would start to find it suspicious.  

‘No, it already looks suspicious enough.’  

Grace Lowell heading straight to Leonardo Fernandez’s lab as soon as she arrived at work.  

And this had been happening ever since the incident where she fainted during the subjugation mission and had to remain at the shelter with him.  

‘Rumors are already spreading, though she doesn’t seem to know yet.’  

If Grace found out, she would probably grab the neck of whoever started those rumors.

It seemed that, for now, such rumors had not reached Grace’s ears, so it could be assumed that she was unaware of them.  

Glancing at the clock, Leonardo hurriedly washed up and exited the bathroom.  

‘I need to investigate the ancient sorcery quickly.’  

The library at the Lowell Marquisate came to mind, but that was a place he himself could not access.  

Not that Grace seemed likely to go there to find the book, either. Shaking his head, Leonardo dismissed the thought.  

‘Then, the only option left is to seek help from a Priest….’  

It would be most convenient and easy to ask for help from Delia, his blood relative who was aware of the situation, but she was currently away on assignment.  

The old saying, ‘You can’t find even dog poop when you need it’ came to mind.

Leonardo quickly washed up, ate the sandwich and coffee prepared by the attendant, and put on his Knight Order uniform.  

The moment he saw the white trousers, the dream from the previous night came rushing back to him.  

‘—Dreams are useless.’

No matter how much he embraced and indulged in Grace in his dreams, once he returned to reality, nothing remained.  

All that was left were traces of having had a mere erotic dream.  

Leonardo didn’t want to leave it at that. He didn’t want it to end there.  

“…Is Sir Lowell not here?”  

After finishing breakfast and teleporting to the lab via spatial magic, Grace, who should have been waiting for him, was nowhere to be seen.  

Instead, there was only Caleb, processing documents with his usual expressionless face.  

Leonardo, staring at the empty spot as if finding it odd, asked. Caleb glanced up briefly before responding curtly.  

“She hasn’t arrived yet.”  

“……”  

At Caleb’s words, Leonardo unconsciously glanced at the entrance.  

Watching his behavior, Caleb sighed and stood up, handing over a wax-sealed envelope.  

“The Duke instructed me to deliver this to you personally.”  

Seeing the envelope bearing the distinctive emblem of the Duke’s family, Leonardo felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding, and his brow furrowed.  

He tried to walk past Caleb, pretending not to hear, but Caleb, as if accustomed to such antics, forcibly placed the envelope in his hand.  

“Did the Duke say anything else?”  

Leonardo, holding the envelope gingerly between his thumb and forefinger as if even touching it was unpleasant, asked. Caleb immediately replied that there were no additional messages.  

With no other choice, Leonardo sat down, his face contorted, and tore open the seal. Pulling out the contents, he muttered as if biting into the words.  

“This crazy old man.”  

Inside were photos and personal details of noble young ladies around his age.  

There was also a short letter accompanying them.  

「Get married.」  

That absurdly brief letter was torn to shreds by Leonardo, who became certain that his father was aware of the rumors circulating.  

Otherwise, there was no way he would have remained silent all this time, only to suddenly pressure him into marriage.  

Meanwhile, as Caleb tidied up nearby, he belatedly noticed the shredded pieces of the letter and realized why Leonardo had reacted that way.  

‘Does he really intend to do something with Sir Lowell?’  

That would indeed be a pairing as mismatched as dogs and monkeys.  

However, instead of voicing his opinion, Caleb decided to remind him of reality. He handed Leonardo another letter he had been holding.  

Seeing the emblem of the Mage Tower prominently stamped on the envelope, Leonardo’s face twisted in displeasure.  

“The Tower Master is summoning you, Commander.”