Isn’t It Obvious?

A sweet aroma filled the room. Leonar frowned, mumbling something incomprehensible as his heavy eyelids began to flutter open. Fatigue still clung to him like a thick blanket. 

´Did someone spray perfume in here? Why does it smell like this?´ Leonar thought, disoriented. 

As his vision cleared, he noticed a figure beside him. He rubbed his eyes, blinking several times to focus better. 

There, on the bed, was an unfamiliar girl. Her pale skin seemed almost luminous in the dim light. Her short white hair was messy, and her slender shoulders rose and fell with a slow rhythm. 

Leonar felt his body tense as he realized something alarming: the girl was completely naked. 

´What the hell is going on?´ Leonar thought, his gaze unintentionally wandering down her figure. Her back was smooth and well-defined, her hips curved perfectly, and her long legs stretched lazily over the sheets. 

Leonar swallowed hard, feeling heat rise to his face. 

´I... I don't remember inviting anyone over… I didn't even go out looking for company! Or did I?´ Panic began to bubble up inside him, his heart pounding like a drum. ´What do I do? Wake her up? Call the police? Damn it, I don't need more problems…´ 

Just as he was about to move, a thought struck him like lightning. 

There was something oddly familiar about this girl, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what. 

´Eleonora…´ he thought, trying to reach out to the voice in his head. ´Do you know what's going on here? Who is this girl?´ 

But there was no response. 

´Did she fall asleep again?´ Leonar wondered, irritated. 

The girl, oblivious to his distress, shifted slightly, letting out a soft yawn. As she turned slightly toward him, Leonar held his breath. 

Her breasts, delicately pink, were partially exposed. 

Leonar quickly averted his eyes, his face turning red. 

´Calm down! This isn't the time for that,´ he scolded himself, trying to refocus. 

It was then that the young woman opened her eyes. Bright red irises stared directly at him, making him instinctively lean back a little. 

´Those eyes… I've seen them before,´ Leonar thought as his mind raced to figure out why they seemed so familiar. 

Before he could react, the girl spoke. 

"This bed is amazing to lie on," she said, running her hands over the sheets as if savoring their texture. 

Leonar froze. 

That voice… 

That voice was unmistakable. 

"Eleonora?" Leonar managed to say in a whisper. 

The girl tilted her head, her red eyes locking onto him. 

"What's wrong?" Eleonora asked calmly, as if her presence there was the most natural thing in the world. 

Leonar felt his mind reel from the surreal situation. 

´What the hell is going on here? Eleonora… wasn't she a metal sphere? How is she now… this?´ 

He rubbed his forehead, struggling to make sense of the scene in front of him. 

"What… how…?" he began, gesturing at her with his hand, still unable to form coherent words. 

Eleonora seemed puzzled by his reaction. 

"What? I decided to try this form after seeing you crawl around like a pig in the mud," Eleonora explained, giving him a thumbs-up. "This feels really nice." 

Despite Eleonora's casual demeanor, her lack of clothing and the relaxed pose she was in… 

´Why does she have to look so damn sexy?´ 

Leonar let out a long sigh, covering his face with one hand. 

´This is too much…´ he thought before speaking. 

"That's not the point. I mean… how did you go from being a metal sphere to… this?" he asked, gesturing broadly at her figure. 

Eleonora tilted her head, as if the question didn't make sense. 

"How do you do it?" she replied nonchalantly. "You know, like when you eat and—" 

Leonar raised a hand to stop her. 

"Okay, okay! I get it. I don't need an anatomy lesson," he said, his tone exasperated. 

Eleonora smirked at him, clearly amused, before abruptly changing the subject. 

"By the way, how's your arm?" she asked, nodding toward his left arm. 

Leonar blinked in confusion before glancing down. He moved his arm slowly and, to his surprise, felt no pain at all. 

It felt completely normal, as if it had never been injured. 

"What…?" Leonar murmured as he moved it in different directions, inspecting it incredulously. "It's… it's fine." 

"Of course it's fine," Eleonora said with a satisfied smile. "I told you I could heal you. I finished while you were sleeping." 

Leonar stared at her, struggling to process everything. 

"Thanks… I guess," he said, still baffled. His mind returned to the question that had been nagging him. "But… how did you get out of my body? How did you take this form?" 

Eleonora seemed to think for a moment before shrugging. 

"I just did. It's like… like breathing," she said with a carefree smile. 

Leonar frowned, feeling a slight headache forming. 

´Great. Now I have to breathe manually,´ he thought, annoyed as he became conscious of his breathing. 

"Fine, I get it," Leonar said, resigned, stretching slightly. "I guess I'll take a bath to clear my head…" 

As Leonar got up from the bed, he noticed Eleonora doing the same. Trying not to look too closely at her body, he asked, confused: 

"What are you doing?" 

"Joining you, isn't it obvious?" Eleonora replied instantly.