By Zephyria Leonardo was wandering in a dream. Actually, it was unclear whether it was a dream or not, but he wanted to believe it was a dream.
The beginning of the dream was the moment he pierced the core.
The ‘void’ space that unfolded after the core disappeared absorbed not only himself but also the surrounding time. He clearly remembered barely escaping from it, but the moment of execution he faced once again dragged him into the forbidden zone.
After that, he fell into a bottomless abyss and saw the life of one person flashing by in an instant. He felt sadness and joy. As he became deeply immersed, bright light gradually colored his vision. Frowning, he barely opened his eyes and was surprised to see many people standing in front of him.
Among them were faces he knew and faces he didn’t know. But all of them were surrounding him and crying.
His body was simply lying straight, blankly staring at the ceiling. He was terrified that this might be a prelude to death.
As expected, he felt his body gradually cooling down. After darkness came to his vision, the surroundings were filled with wails.
‘I’m dead,’ he only guessed. He shouldn’t die here already, he still had so much to do. As he reflected on his futile life, he was relieved that there were still many people who would cry for him.
But those many people soon disappeared. And only one person remained by his side.
That person grabbed the corpse’s hand and kissed it. The other person’s lips and hands were very hot.
‘……I made a wish.’
Just as he resented his eyelids for not opening, he faintly heard the voice of that person sobbing silently.
‘To have you …….’
The voice and words were unclear as death was taking away even the faint senses.
‘In the end, it went as you wanted.’
He wanted to ask, ‘What?’ but there was nothing he could do with this body. However, he could feel the other person’s distraught heart through the hand he was holding.
That person stayed by his side, clasping his fingers tightly until they stiffened. Then, he left one last word and disappeared cleanly from his consciousness.
‘Glory to Laina Rogia.’
‘Huff―.’
When he opened his eyes wide, he was in the middle of a familiar battlefield. His body rapidly became hot and then cold again.
Hallucinations and auditory hallucinations invariably accompanied when the battlefield was the background. They manipulated the brain to provide vivid sensations. So Leonardo was convinced that this was a dream created by his subconscious. But it wasn’t a good feeling to dream even after waking up from a dream.
He was often more afraid of lucid dreams than realistic dreams. It was because of the pressure of knowing he had to get out but not knowing how.
But since he had a lot of experience with this, he decided to wait quietly until he woke up on his own. As usual, explosions erupted and a mountain of corpses filled his eyes, but there was no need to fight even in a dream, so he leaned against a moderately damaged building.
He picked up a rolling pipe tobacco and put it in his mouth, but it was terribly tasteless, perhaps because it was foreign.
‘Why do the Turandos bastards smoke this crap?’
After ruining his mouth and throwing away the pipe, he raised his knees, rested his arms on them, and lifted his head. As he stared blankly at the sky, the red light visible in the distance increased in size at an unusual speed. He could instinctively tell. That it was a bombing raining down on his head.
But a strong shock was needed to wake up from a dream. He calmly waited for his end, thinking that he might be able to wake up if he got hit by that. At that moment, two people suddenly appeared and grabbed his hands. One was a middle-aged man, and the other was a soldier of his age. Both were people he knew well and missed.
‘Leonardo.’
He was inadvertently led to stand on his own two feet. He ran with all his might, pulled along by the two people pulling on his arms. The bombing fell on the spot where he had been just now, causing a huge explosion. The building he had been leaning against disappeared without a trace.
He looked back with surprised eyes and then looked forward again. He looked from side to side, feeling dazed, and then called their names.
‘Hallid, Ian?’
The two people who heard the call turned around. They shouted at him with fierce expressions and voices.
‘Wake up now.’
‘……!’
When he opened his eyes for the third time, he realized it wasn’t a dream. It had to not be a dream at this point.
Apart from that, his senses were too vivid, unlike before. His body was no longer cold, but rather uncontrollably hot.
“Hiss, uh….”
The first thing he recognized was the orange light and intermittent groaning sounds. It was faint and weak, but not a small sound, so he was momentarily flustered.
But when he wondered where it was coming from, it was certainly coming from his mouth. He bit his lip in embarrassment, but the groan he couldn’t suppress dripped down to his chin along with saliva.
“Ugh….”
A chilling sensation lingered down his spine, causing his body to tremble. At the same time, his left shoulder and neck area burned as if on fire. The air was hot and dry, but his body was soaked with sweat. As he twisted his upper body from the unbearable pain, a firm arm crossed his abdomen and chest, pulling him back to prevent him from escaping.
“Stay still.”
The low, stern warning that pierced his ear prevented him from moving as if by magic. Because of that, he paused for a moment, and his entire body, which was leaning forward, was lightly lifted and helplessly dragged along. Someone’s broad chest touched his back, and a large lower body vaguely touched between his buttocks. Long, heavy legs pressed down and fixed his legs, which were spread out haphazardly as he struggled.
His lower abdomen was wrapped in a large hand and pressed flat, and the cool touch on his chest occasionally brushed against sensitive areas, causing him to curl his waist. Only then did he realize that his upper body was naked, but he wanted to figure out what was going on, but his vision was blurry and his mind was hazy.
In the meantime, a strange sensation persistently gnawed at his shoulder and neck. The impolite sound of sucking on moist skin broke the silence. If you only heard that, it would be nothing more than lewd caresses, but it felt like his skin was tearing as if he had been burned, so he could only think of it as gnawing.
“Agh, ugh-!”
He gripped the firm arm as if he would break it and let out a cracked scream. Then, the lips buried in his skin swam thickly over his neck and shoulders, along with the words “It’s okay.” The moist and fleshy thing continued to torment his left shoulder, lingering around the particularly painful area and not letting go.
He didn’t know how much he had screamed, but his throat was hoarse to the point of tasting blood. It felt like cutting open the wound and pouring acid into the affected area. It felt like being electrocuted to the bones in a bad way, so he bit his lip hard once again, feeling like he would lose his mind if he continued like this.
Then, two thick, long fingers suddenly spread open and entered his mouth. The flesh that filled his mouth forcefully pressed down on his tongue and forcibly opened his throat, which was trying to close.
“Suck, don’t bite.”
It was extremely commanding, but there was a subtle kindness mixed in it, which was very out of place in this situation. The fingers, except for the two that had penetrated his mouth, gripped his lower jaw and tilted his head to the right. It was as if he was exposing his vulnerable neck to the predator behind him, like a good prey.
With his mouth blocked and only panting, he glanced sideways, and hot breath touched his well-prepared neck again.
“Umm…, ugh!”
A stabbing sensation landed on his neck and shoulder once again. He convulsed as if having a seizure and reflexively sharpened his nails and teeth.
He bit down hard on the other person’s fingers that thickly filled his mouth until they made a cracking sound, but they quickly hardened as if covered in ice, and it felt like his teeth would break instead. Because of that, he couldn’t put strength into his jaw and was trembling finely, so the fingers gently stirred the inner mucous membrane as if trying to loosen the stiff muscles.
Everywhere the skin was rubbed and chafed, it was soaked with a liquid, whether it was sweat or something else. It thoroughly soaked his entire left arm, and a fishy smell wafted through the hot and sticky space.
At the same time, cold sweat formed on his forehead, the bridge of his nose, and around his eyes. His wet hair stuck unpleasantly, but a large hand occasionally swept it back behind his ear.
“Just hold on a little longer. It’ll be over soon.”
“Ugh… ugh…”
Barely holding on to his fainting consciousness, he panted and gasped for oxygen with his parted lips and chest. As he lay obediently in his arms like a limp doll, a large embrace pressed against his entire body from behind, rushing at him as if to devour him.
The sound of sucking on his skin continuously tickled his left ear. His left arm and lower abdomen, where heat was gathering, lost control and wriggled wildly. As he made a wheezing sound because he was struggling to breathe, two fingers soaked in saliva came out of his mouth with a creaking friction sound.
Thinking this was his chance, he grabbed the other person’s wrist and twisted it as if he would crush it. He had to find out who was imprisoning and violating his body like this.
He used all his strength to lift his numb left arm and roughly pushed against the chest behind him. Then, as he struggled to turn his head and check the hateful face, Leonardo felt as if the breath he had been barely holding on to was cut off.
Dark blue hair, soaked with sweat like him, clung to his pale and cool skin in strands. Beneath the thick, handsome eyebrows, shadowed blue eyes stared at him silently as if to swallow him.
The neat lips, which seemed to only utter upright and elegant words, were smeared with an unknown liquid and glistened provocatively.
Wheezing breaths mixed at a fairly close distance.
The red blood flowing down his firm jawline was excessively sensual, and Leonardo simply let go of the consciousness he had been desperately clinging to, swept away by confusion.
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His twitching eyelids opened at once. The golden eyes revealed between them stared at the ceiling as if surprised.
Rough breaths burst out from between his parted lips. Pupils that had lost focus busily roamed the air.
After a few seconds, the calmed pupils gradually formed an image on the retina. Instead of the orange light, a ray of sunlight illuminating the dim room came into his vision. The warmth of the afternoon, entering diagonally through the window, stretched out long across Leonardo’s upper body.
“Haa―.”
Leonardo quickly caught his breath, organizing his dizzy mind. The bedding covering his neck rose and fell rapidly along with his chest.
‘Where is this?’
He frantically wracked his still-unawakened brain to find the end of his memories. In the meantime, the cold sweat that had formed on his forehead and around his eyes flowed down his temples and cheeks.
It was definitely his first time seeing it, but it was a strangely familiar space, so Leonardo strained his neck and looked around. Then, the moment he turned to his left side, he saw a figure lying at a fairly close distance.
It was so large and close that he couldn’t miss it, but he didn’t recognize it right away because his vision was narrow after just waking up. However, as soon as he saw the face half-buried in the high-stacked pillows, Leonardo had no choice but to pause again, drawing in a breath.
“…….”
Hugo Agrizendro was lying towards him with a soundly sleeping face. Since entering the peninsula, they had often slept in the same space, but they had never slept this close, so embarrassment came first.
He wasn’t making a single sound and was sleeping peacefully as usual, but his usually slightly tense and upright forehead was relaxed as much as it was now.
The Legion Commander was closing his eyes in a rare defenseless state, and if it had been before, he might have poked his face once and joked around. But right now, the top priority was to figure out what this situation was, what was going on, and the reality of what had happened while he was dozing off.
Leonardo turned his body towards Hugo and tried to raise his upper body halfway to wake him up and ask him something. But at that moment, a heavy and stiff sensation brushed against his lower body. He immediately stopped moving and quietly stared at Hugo’s face.
“……?”
Heat gathered, and a tight and taut feeling filled that area. There were times when this happened as a natural phenomenon when he woke up, but the feeling was a little different this time. It felt like he was about to ejaculate, and since he was looking at this face, it felt like it was becoming more and more uncontrollable.
‘…What?’
Sensing something strange, Leonardo slightly lifted the thick bedding he was covered with using his right hand. His fingertips trembled, perhaps because he sensed something ominous or because he had no strength.
Soon, Leonardo’s expression, who had glanced inside, hardened more coldly than ever.
His dazed mind was filled with only questions. He couldn’t understand.
Why… is it hard?