Island

The next morning Wain awoke in the same bed as Isabella. His body and spirit were content, but even though a naked Isabella was lying next to him, Wain was frowning.

'I assumed it wouldn't be that easy, but it's still disappointing...' Wain thought, blowing out a white puff of smoke.

He had failed to meet the condition to activate the fifth form. Unfortunately or fortunately, lust and love were not the same thing. They could depend on each other, but sex could not be compared to the feeling of love. Even the heart beat differently in those moments.

"Good morning..." Isabella muttered, waking up.

She hugged Wain from behind and pressed herself tightly against him.

Wain only nodded weakly and blew out a puff of smoke. He smoked special cigarettes, and the smoke had a tonic effect. Isabella sensed this, but she didn't mind. In her opinion it was even better, it gave a special atmosphere.