The next day...
The sun shone brightly, its warm light breathing life into everything beneath it.
Inside the room, Leon—still fast asleep—suddenly felt something heavy pressing down on him.
His brow furrowed. He tried to roll to the right, but the pressure on his stomach returned, making it hard to breathe.
"Ugh..." he groaned softly, slowly opening his eyes.
He stared blankly at the ceiling before lowering his gaze.
A moment later, shock spread across his face. Elina—who should have been in the next bed—was now beside him, clinging to him in her sleep.
The straps of her nightgown had slipped off her shoulders, revealing soft, pale skin and an enticing cleavage.
"Damn... What is this girl doing?" The corner of Leon's mouth twitched.
He had always assumed only Fiona and Zelda had odd sleeping habits—turns out Elina did too, much to his surprise.
Trying not to overthink it, Leon gently tried to move her aside. But just then, something unexpected happened.
