A good night's sleep.
In the early morning, Leonard Churchill opened his eyes to a warm, moist touch beside him.
The scene was so enchanting, it was like something that could only appear in a dream.
After a moment of confirmation, he realized... hmm, it was not a Pleasurable Dreamscape.
But a real touch.
Sophia Jones was sleeping soundly, with a green army blanket around her waist and her fair skin exposed to the air.
Because she was lying on her side, cushioned by his arm, her rounded breasts were pressed and deformed.
But they were not flattened; from the side, they still looked like full circles.
Her face was turned towards him, and Leonard Churchill, upon opening his eyes, took an extra few looks.
The more he looked, the more he found the sight pleasing and a delighted curve formed inexplicably on his lips.
Because she was asleep, the valiant air that belonged to the Lady Valkyrie was all concealed, giving her a gentle and tender feeling.
