Dimensional Descent

Leonel froze, his entire body tensing. He felt a hand grab onto him below, but he didn't even have the courage to look down.

"Aina…?"

Leonel's voice came out exceptionally hoarse. It bordered on the growl of a beast, just the sound alone made Aina shudder, her hold on Leonel's waist becoming tighter.

Leonel tried to pull away, but Aina's strength was far beyond his own. One of her arms wrapped around his waist like a vice grip while the other reached out a hand and found a place on his heated shaft.

The temperature of Leonel's body seemed to skyrocket, a fog beginning to emit from his reddening skin.

Compared to the grip around his waist, her hand was exceptionally gentle. Though she hardly moved, it made Leonel's knees weak. He didn't think that there could be such a marvelous feeling in the world. But, something was eating at the back of his mind.

Unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to think about it.

Leonel felt his body being pushed forward. Before he could realize what was happening, he found himself at the edge of the pool and being spun around.

At this point, he truly wanted to shed tears. Why did he feel more like a rag doll than a man? How was she so much stronger than him?

Leonel's Metal Body had entered the Perfection Realm now thanks to the Urbe Essence he found within Camelot's vaults. Soon afterward, his body naturally progressed to the Fourth Dimension. Yet, he was still so much weaker than Aina.

Of course, this was likely because Metal Body focused more on defense rather than strength and it could only exhibit a portion of its ability without Leonel activating his Runes. But, it was still a shocking feat nonetheless.

pool before being pressed down into a seated position. He

hold of such a sensitive part of him, Leonel couldn't resist even

suddenly press against soft flesh that separated out into

such a fool. It hadn't even entered yet, but he realized that calling just a hand the best feeling was nothing more than pure ignorance. If there was anything that could possibly feel better than this, it must only exist in a

it was this very intoxicating feeling that made Leonel's

like this, he didn't need to guess what this feeling was. Even as a

he could see was a wall of wet hair blocking Aina's face as she looked down as though fiddling with something. Her movements were awkward and erratic, her every action carrying a clearly discernible trembling. She had gone from a highly coordinated athlete

to hold back and ignore pain she was suffering through. But, a barrier seemed to stop her from going any further. So, she tried harder, trying to force her body down. As she did so, the sharp pain she was feeling seemingly only

that moment, Leonel finally regained his strength, the haziness in his gaze vanishing. That uncomfortable feeling

this felt wrong. No, it was

"AINA!"

tremble, even the waters parted beneath Leonel's shout. Violent

hair that covered Aina's face parted beneath the forcefulness of Leonel's shout. For the first time since they

streamed down her cheeks, her eyes swollen with

felt like such a

even down to trying to wash his back as well… Were those really things she

along as though he could no longer think with his head. Because he wanted it so much for it to be her words,

"Aina…"

grasped Aina's face, his heart

tears away

sorry, I'm