Chapter 25: The Amorous Morning (1)
In the morning, golden sunlight came in from the window, illuminating the dim room. Rays of soft light spread throughout the room, reminding people who were still asleep that it was time to get up.
Ulysses was the first to wake up from the dream. He was still a little fuzzy when he just woke up. He only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have an erotic dream last night. It was a very exciting and extremely stimulating dream. In the dream, he personally touched the whole b*o*d*y of a beautiful girl for the first time, and the soft, warm, and extremely smooth feeling still lingered in his mind.
Ulysses yawned, dispelling the sleepy feeling.
"Huh? Why am I sleeping on the floor?" After waking up a little bit, Ulysses immediately noticed something wrong. He had actually fallen asleep on the floor. For Ulysses, who wouldn't move a lot during sleep, it was impossible for him to move from his bed to the floor during sleep.
"Ah! How come I am not wearing clothes." Before he could recover from the previous confusion, Ulysses encountered a new question. He found that he was naked like a baby now wearing nothing. In Ulysses's eyes, sleeping without clothes on was a blasphemy against the Supreme God.
‘[What exactly is going on?' In order to figure out why he was in such an awkward situation, Ulysses's brain moved at a speed more than ten times normal. Slowly, scenes from last night began to appear in his mind.
The death battle between the masked killer and the three major mercenary groups, the high-level magic of mage Rasputin, the innocent young woman Liss, the beautiful girl Rasputin and the little noble girl who were seriously injured by the killer, demon sword Judgment of Abyss...
The last thing in the memory was that after he treated Rasputin's injury, he sat on the floor to rest. After that, he couldn't remember anything. If he was sleeping on the floor wearing clothes, there would be no problem, but now he had been sleeping on the floor naked, indicating that something must have happened after that. But what happened? Although he wanted to know the answer, no matter what Ulysses thought, he still couldn't figure it out.
Helpless, he had to find clues by his side. Of course, he couldn't even look at the bed Rasputin was on. He couldn't guarantee that he would not become a "pervert" after seeing Rasputin's body full of girlish charm again. Because no matter how he wanted to control himself, he was only a youthful eighteen-year-old, and he also had the kind of impulse unique to a teenager, but he kept suppressing it.