Dimensional Descent

Leonel smiled as he strolled away from the counter, his mission successful. However, he soon cleared his throat and put on a semi-serious expression. He would have to take this to his grave, he definitely couldn't let Aina know he was selling himself like that. He couldn't appear to be so cheap, his body was sacred.

Leonel looked down at the permit in his hands, oriented himself, and began to walk forward.

Truthfully, he was a bit worried about what he had gotten himself into. A job that was both easy and high paying didn't come so freely, as ironic as it might sound. And, remembering that knowing, coy smile the middle-aged woman had given him, Leonel could only shake his head.

But, this was the best option he had. He could take a laborer's job, but if his head was stuck in a mine or an oil rig all day, how would he find the information he needed?

No matter what world you were in, information was the resource of the strong and powerful. In that case, Leonel could only aim for the very top.

When Leonel reached his destination and saw that it was actually a high class restaurant, he grinned. It seemed he had hit the jackpot.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Leonel wrapped around back. Nothing would be worse than ruining such a good thing.

It only took a glance to see the kind of people they let into this place. If Leonel tried to enter with his current clothing, he would get chased out with a broom.

After reaching the back stealthily, Leonel knocked on the door a few times and waited.

About a half minute later, the head of a man wearing what looked like a chef's cap poked out, a large cloud of steam following him. The man's face was so rosy that one would have thought that he was doing something very different from cooking.

"Who're you?"

too used to his bustling work environment, or there was something wrong with his ears. Still, Leonel didn't say

a new brat? Good, good. And you're actually sensible enough to come around back instead of scaring away all my

lip twitched. What was that supposed to mean? Wasn't this supposed to be an

group of ladies that just came in. Good

strength than it seemed. Why he would become a cook with this level of strength was

get the new brat into an outfit and show him

this was going one bit, not the slightest bit. This wasn't an easy job at all. In fact, if he

bunny rabbit, her legs covered in fishnet stockings. Leonel was in an all new world, but he was sure that this

inch high heels she wore. Either way, her legs were definitely long, slender, and toned. The black leotard she wore gripped tightly to her ground and around her waist, wrapping around her back to split what

the more exaggerated. And, like a finishing touch, her fake bunny ears actually moved along with her eyebrows as

ogling her by this point, but the truth was that Leonel never really reacted to women outside of Aina, even if they were objectively just as beautiful. Though, in

was really reacting to was the

was already too late. That middle-aged woman had really taken

waiting