The same was true for Allen. He had already covered his bulging front with his upper garment and took a step closer to Lea.

“Why specifically me?”

He had been curious about this all along but couldn’t bring himself to ask.

Allen firmly held onto the last strand of reason he had left. The moment Lea’s profile and slender neck caught his eye, he almost rushed at that neck by mistake. Almost did exactly what Lea was imagining. Whether it was because of her continuous fantasies or the delicious scent, he wasn’t sure.

“Forget it. Don’t answer. You don’t have to. Just do something about those fantasies.”

“……It’s a habit, I can’t help it.”

“A habit, you say?”

“I mean it’s not under my control. Just like you simply see inside my head, these fantasies just come to me. I can’t help it.”

Indeed, Lea was fantasizing even while speaking. Disgustingly, she was imagining overlapping her body with his and moaning in this spacious sparring ground.

Allen pressed his fingers between his eyebrows. How could such a person exist, he wondered, while the moans echoing in his head and the scenes flashing by gradually intoxicated him.

How could someone habitually fantasize? While wondering if that was even possible, looking at Lea in front of him made it seem real, making his head throb. Allen ignored his boiling insides and spoke slowly, pausing between words.

“Then just… enjoy nightlife. I’ll even let you skip night watch duty. Meet a man.”

“I hate that.”

Lea became serious.

While endlessly imagining shameless things, she buttoned her collar up to her neck, crossed her arms with an ascetic face, and continued firmly.

“I like imagining things. I hate actually doing it. It’s disgusting.”

“Huh… you hate doing it for real?”

“Yes.”

Normally, people have such fantasies because they can’t actually do it and can’t overcome their s*xual desires. This woman, who’s more lewd than anyone, was outwardly speaking pure words, which made him frustrated and increasingly irritated, yet his body heated up.

This wouldn’t work. That wouldn’t work either. He couldn’t leave, and he couldn’t send Lea far away. What was he supposed to do? Meanwhile, why did he feel a strange sense of relief when Lea said she didn’t want to meet a man?

Allen clutched his head. His lower part was screaming to come out of his pants. It tapped the fabric and whispered to undo the buttons. With just a little more stimulation here, he felt like he might forget his shame and release it. Allen was summoning every bit of patience he had.

“Bluntly speaking……”

Lea muttered in a low voice.

“Don’t say such things when you’re not going to do it with me.”

She seemed to have blurted it out thoughtlessly, like a grumble. Whether she was sincere or just talking, or whether it was a meaningless remark, he couldn’t tell.

Allen moistened his dry lips. The last thread slipped from his hand. The last restraint snapped.

“……I thought you said it was disgusting.”

His golden eyes darkened. Lea didn’t see this and continued chattering enthusiastically.

“I don’t know. Maybe it would be fine if it’s you, hup.”

“Why, do you hate it?”

Lea inhaled sharply. Allen’s face was extremely close. He had clearly been at some distance, but in an instant, he was right beside her, brushing back her blonde hair. With slow, deliberate movements, he stared at her persistently, as if asking for permission.

Lea unconsciously turned her gaze sideways. The air had changed. Her lower abdomen tensed, and her legs closed together. The sparring ground was still brightly lit. It was just that no one was there except herself and the commander, but everything around was bright.

In other words, it was a spacious and bright place, but only the two of them were there.

“Well……”

Lea couldn’t bring herself to answer and closed her mouth. This should be familiar since it was one of the things she had imagined, but it wasn’t at all. The breath she felt on her nose bridge, cheeks, and neck was hot. This wasn’t imagination. It was real. Not the virtual breath created by turning her head around and wringing it out, but the real breath exhaled by the commander.

Her heart beat rapidly.

Did she hate that real feeling? It wasn’t that she hated it; it was strange.

Lea raised her head to face Allen.

Their eyes met directly. Her hazy blue eyes that seemed to have resolved something collided in the air with his dark golden eyes that had surrendered to desire and fallen.

Lea’s permission wasn’t particularly necessary. Or more precisely, it was fine even if Lea didn’t verbally say “I want to.” Her eyes were giving the answer, and her mind was saying much more.

He finally found an advantage to the ability to look into people’s minds. Allen lowered his head, as if being pulled into the fantasy.

Their lips met. Lips pressed against each other, teeth collided, and an unfamiliar sensation was felt. It truly felt real that he was kissing Lea. He parted his lips slightly, then gently bit her upper lip. Soon, when he traced it with his tongue, Lea’s body flinched, and she weakly lowered her bottom lip. Allen didn’t let go and held Lea’s chin with his hand. He tightly sealed her lips with his to prevent the sweet breath flowing out from escaping, inhaled, and swallowed it.

He had never had such intimate contact with anyone. He had never shared even light kisses with anyone in his childhood. Perhaps that was why. He couldn’t come to his senses with the soft lips he tasted for the first time and the breath he shared with Lea. After exchanging breaths for a while, Allen inserted his tongue as if entranced. The flesh he encountered entwined with his as if it had been waiting.

Their saliva exchanged. Despite his somewhat obsessive cleanliness, that saliva didn’t feel unpleasant at all. Rather, it was like a sweet drink, which he sucked up and gulped down his throat.

It felt like Lea’s emotions were flowing into him through it. That shouldn’t be possible, but something more intense and dense seemed to enter him and ignite a fire.

Allen explored Lea’s lips, slowly turning his head, and instinctively brought his hand to the buttons of her top.

「Commander, Commander!」

He couldn’t recognize where he was right now. He could only see Lea in front of him.

“Wait, mmph.”

Lea tried to push his shoulders slightly but failed and lowered her hand. There was no room to breathe. Allen was colliding with her lips too forcefully. Even when she separated a little, his lips clung to hers again, as if unwilling to allow that gap, making Lea gasp for breath.

“Com… hmmph.”

Allen knew what Lea wanted to say. He couldn’t help but know since she was calling him incessantly in her mind. But he didn’t want to listen to that thought. He had held back for too long. Perhaps he had wanted to do this from the moment they first met.

「Not here!」

When Lea kept squirming, Allen reluctantly separated his lips from hers. A wet, sensual sound echoed. When he lifted his head, he saw Lea’s top precariously hanging on her shoulders. Allen touched her lips while exhaling heated breaths. He carefully rubbed her glossy upper lip and pressed her lower lip firmly, returning exactly what Lea had imagined doing to him.

“Now you’re saying you hate it?”

“Th-this is the sparring ground, isn’t it……”

“Does that matter?”

“Are you saying it doesn’t matter?”

Allen made a face like he’d heard something strange and pointed to his lower region with his other hand. Lea’s gaze followed his hand. Her eyes gradually widened at what she saw.

“Uh… what is that.”

She knew it was a foolish question, but the words slipped out because she truly couldn’t believe it. Though covered by the fabric of his pants, the outline was clear enough. That thing was boasting a considerable size and extending toward her.

A deep voice sounded from above her head.

“This matters to me.”

Lea gulped. Allen continued in a sinister voice.

“You should have stopped those fantasies. Especially about me.”

“I was wrong… hnngh.”

“It’s too late now.”

Lea blinked blankly and looked down at her bare lower half. The fabric that had been covering her had fallen to the floor, though she didn’t know when it had been removed. She had no time to be surprised. Before she could even feel the cold, Allen lifted her up.

“C-Commander? Wait… mmph.”

She reflexively squeezed her eyes shut. Her body floated, and something touched her below. Lea clung to Allen, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Belatedly, the thought ‘this isn’t right’ crossed her mind. The outline of Allen she had glimpsed wouldn’t leave her mind. Someone once said you need to undress a man to know him. But even without doing that, she could tell Allen’s thing wasn’t an average size.

Suddenly, she remembered Tom referring to Allen as “mountainous.”

Lea shook her head. Tom was wrong. This wasn’t just a mountain.

“Fantasizing even at this moment?”

“No… well.”

Lea opened her mouth to deny it but closed it again. She could feel something hard wrapped in soft fabric hitting her b*ttocks. That thing, full of l＊st, was knocking, asking to be let in.

Her body twitched at the unfamiliar sensation.

In her life, she had seen that thing with her eyes but never felt it.