Perhaps because she'd spent so much time on the battlefield—or perhaps because it was simply her nature—Kelly genuinely disliked having anyone behind her.
Especially people who posed a threat to her.
Especially people carrying guns or weapons.
And right now, Leo definitely counted as someone armed.
Whether it was his inventory or that so-called action bar, he was practically loaded with weapons.
But at this moment, the most important thing was…
The gun Leo carried himself.
Even through his pants, Kelly could clearly feel that "gun" slowly coming back to life, pressing insistently against her backside.
For some reason, her already racing heartbeat sped up even more, and a strange emotion resurfaced in her chest.
The bold, carefree woman from moments ago suddenly felt a flicker of unease—along with an indescribable sensation.
It was instinctive anticipation mixed with fear.
But Kelly was still Kelly.
"So, are you planning to let your gun go off by accident?"
Feeling Leo rubbing against her hips through their clothes, sensing his heartbeat growing more intense, Kelly's courage rose along with her mood.
She reached back, slipped her hand into Leo's pants, and wrapped her fingers around his weapon.
"Oh?"
She froze for a moment.
It was… bigger than she'd imagined.
Just imagining something like that entering such a small place made her feel a phantom pain.
Her fingers gently teased the already moist tip, and Kelly's breathing gradually grew heavier.
She could feel something warm beginning to flow from her own body as well—more and more, encouraged by Leo's movements.
But the moment Leo lightly brushed that sensitive pearl in her garden and gave it a squeeze, Kelly's legs went weak. She instinctively tightened her grip on Leo's gun.
Instantly, she felt the man behind her tense up and sharply inhale.
The next thing she felt was Leo's nose brushing along her neck, followed by his hot breath—and then his teeth gently biting her ear.
"So… are you being naughty," he murmured, "or just inexperienced?"
Kelly couldn't help but laugh softly. Copying the motions she'd seen tavern girls use, she slowly twisted her wrist.
The sensation—slightly rough, but not too much; painful, yet perfectly so—shot straight through Leo's body, forcing him to draw a deep breath.
It was hard to put into words, but Leo had no intention of waiting any longer.
"Looks like you're the naughty one."
In the middle of Kelly's startled cry, he released her breast, grabbed her by the neck of her clothes, and flipped her outfit upward in one swift motion.
Kelly instinctively snapped to attention like a soldier giving a salute, her top flying up and getting caught around her neck—her hairpin stopping it from completely flying off.
Her breasts, freed like startled rabbits escaping a cage, bounced violently a few times before being firmly caught again by Leo's hands.
Leo didn't bother with the rest. While Kelly struggled to pull her clothes off properly, he spun her around and used his other hand to yank her white panties down—sliding them along her long legs until they snagged around her ankles.
Just as Kelly finally managed to pull her clothes over her head, Leo wrapped his arms around her and lifted her straight off the ground.
She watched helplessly as her underwear lingered for a split second at her toes—warming them briefly—before being flung away with Leo's movement.
She barely had time to cry out before her mouth was sealed by Leo's, his tongue pushing into hers and tangling shamelessly with her own.
Kelly threw her clothes aside, clutched Leo tightly, and dragged him down into the water.
The two of them rolled together in the shallow area lined with wooden frames, water splashing violently around them. Kelly laughed as she raised her head, flinging water up into the air, before the two of them surfaced again.
But it didn't end there.
With most of the sweat washed away, they started rolling around once more.
When they finally returned to the shallows, Kelly seized the upper hand, straddling Leo beneath her and claiming victory in this bout.
"Hah… hah… You bastard, are you always this impatient? That obsessed with my charm?"
Kelly leaned over him, her body pressed against his, lifting his chin with a finger as she looked down at his face—one she found herself liking more than she expected.
She didn't mind his hands on her hips at all. In fact, the harder he kneaded, the more she laughed.
Leo lay back in the shallow water, the current just brushing his ears. He pinched Kelly's lips playfully, then gave her ass a solid slap before relaxing against the wooden planks.
"You laugh like a little hen," he said. "But you're actually more like a little eel."
"How am I an eel?" Kelly asked, confused, tugging lightly at the sensitive spot on Leo's chest and making him shiver.
He had no choice but to lift himself up, one hand sliding over her firm, full thigh.
"I mean you look delicious. Like an eel—something I've always wanted to eat. Same with you, Kelly. From the moment I first saw you, I knew I wanted you. I wanted to take you, to put something inside you that could make you pregnant, and make this brash woman cry."
Leo spoke without hesitation.
And he meant every word.
Wanting Kelly.
Wanting to make her cry.
All of it was true.
Kelly didn't know the full context—only that Leo was shameless, always staring at her legs and chest. She never imagined that from the very first glance, he'd already harbored thoughts like this.
"Fine then!"
Kelly laughed and punched his chest, then pushed him back down into the shallow water again, sending up a spray of droplets.
"Looks like big sister here needs to interrogate you properly!"
Author's Note: