Leila arrived at a nearby motel with Arcangelo. The owner barely looked at them before tossing the keys their way.

He didn't even ask about their injuries.

"This is how we survive in these back alleys," he said.

Leila checked her watch. It had already been an hour and a half since they last communicated. Not knowing the exact time made her restless.

"There should be some basic medical supplies in the room," she said.

"Thank you," he replied shortly.

Leila answered the owner's words with brevity, then climbed the stairs to their assigned room. The interior decor was better than she expected.

Leila tossed Arcangelo onto the bed. Carrying someone bigger and taller than her had already made her sweat profusely.

"The dust and sweat are annoying, but there's nothing we can do," she said.

She washed her hands first and then helped him remove his clothes. Torn clothes scattered on the floor. He didn't have any gunshot wounds, but there were several cuts.

"I'll need to wrap his wounds later," Leila said dryly, examining his body. She reached out and ran her hand over his chest. His body flinched.

"I don't know if you're conscious or not, but try to endure the discomfort. It's better than dying," she said.

Leila stripped off her own clothes. Seeing herself and him in their current state made her laugh involuntarily.

"If you were awake, I wonder what you would've said when I told you to endure the pain," she said.

"......" Arcangelo remained silent.

And she was a little angry.

"...... What mission did he think he was doing alone when it was going to end up like this? I almost died without him."

Leila straddled his body and kissed him on the lips again. Something inside her flowed into him once more.

She opened her eyes and observed his appearance. As Leila's tongue moved, his body responded.

When Leila gently brushed Arcangelo's gums with her tongue, his body became even stiffer. It felt like he was experiencing an unfamiliar stimulation. He felt a slight sense of strength entering his center.

"...... Uh."

Arcangelo, who was distracted by Leila's attack, reacted to the wave coming from within. His fingers moved slightly.

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Soon, blue irises and irises that resembled pumpkin stones met.

"I guess I was losing my mind."

His eyes were the same as before losing his mind. Instinct completely overwhelmed reason due to the threat to life. Literally raw.

It sent shivers down her spine.

"I wish I couldn't move at all. What a pity."

His lips touched hers. The tender flesh became distorted. Arcangelo put his tongue in like Leila had done and licked all over. Leila felt herself reacting as well.

"...This is dangerous."

This is just an act to save his life. There shouldn't be any emotions involved.

But by acting like this, even a little bit of emotion starts to creep in.

"It's complicated."

Contrary to her thoughts, her expression was twisted.

"Uh..."

Leila stuck out her tongue and mixed it with Arcangelo's. His body felt like it was slightly paused.

However, his pause was brief. Arcangelo forcefully sucked in her tongue.

"Ugh!"

The preceding action had elicited a subtle arousal, but now it was too intense and painful.

It felt like the simulation had become a direct manifestation of my desires.

"Well, I didn't expect this," she said, her expression contorting. Perhaps it would be better if I just knocked her out and took care of everything myself. Otherwise, I might become too fixated on the kissing and not properly decipher the situation.

"There's nothing we can do about it," she continued, surreptitiously moving her hand down to his chest. His movements stopped again.

In contrast, what was below only grew stronger. The movement was distinct enough for her to feel.

"Hmm," she said, seizing the opportunity to break the kiss. Breathing was slightly difficult. It had been a while since she had felt like this.

"Good. Thanks to this, I realize that this is not just simple sex, but work," she said, glancing at Arcangelo while moving her hand. He flinched, but remained still.

"I don't really understand. I heard that 121 is a poison that attacks the waves, causing the body to stop moving and eventually leading to the cessation of vital functions."

A strange feeling crept up.

"If the body can move, doesn't that mean the detoxification is already complete?"

"......"

"Well, it's still better to be sure."

"This is a matter of life and death. I will not take it lightly," she declared.

She flicked the end of her briefcase with her hand, feeling something caught inside. Without even looking, she knew what it was. Leila tapped it playfully.

"I had a feeling about this, but it's bigger than I thought. How could they handle something like this on a regular basis?"

Perhaps she should wear something that restricted her movements less than this briefcase does.

"Can I even do this? Hm. I need to loosen up a bit more."

Leila squeezed her eyes shut.

"Let me make this clear, this is necessary. I would never betray Urthése's investigator."

She lowered her underwear, even though she knew it would never reach the ferocious Arcangelo. A secluded spot, hidden by bushes, was revealed.

Arcangelo's animalistic eyes followed it. She felt a sense of danger that he might swallow her up any moment. Leila found the horror thrilling.

Thump, thump. Her heart pounded.