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Chapter 1162: Chapter 357 Pleasurable Dreamscape Chapter 1162: Chapter 357 Pleasurable Dreamscape Opening his eyes, the delicate and soft light from the crystal chandelier on the pristine white ceiling flowed into his vision.

Leonard Churchill awoke from the warm cocoon of his bed.

He had not slept this soundly in a long ti, his spirit floating in a cloud-like, continuously blissful state.

Outside the window, birds sang amongst fragrant blooms, and the sunlight was dazzling.

A lingering scent remained in his breath.

Leonard shifted slightly to his right, imdiately feeling his arm sink into tenderness.

The perfect level of support and elasticity, like waves gently lifting a boat, made one feel comfortably cradled and rocked by the swells.

He moved his arm a bit and felt sothing warm, soft, and delicate in his grasp.

The down comforter had been tossed aside significantly.

Next to him lay a body with curves in all the right places, stunningly beautiful.

The skin glowed pale under the light, its touch gentle, giving one the soft sensation of a cloud.

It was not the youthful delicacy of a young girl, but the ripe and lush fullness of maturity.

Even just lying there, she radiated an ultimate elegance born of languor.

He played with the grapefruit-like pride for a mont, and the thought of pleasure began to stir once more.

“Hmm~?”

The person beside him noticed, lightly humming in her breath, and turned to pin down Leonard’s wandering hand, but ended up lying flat on her back.

The blanket had also been conveniently removed, revealing her exquisite figure without any cover.

Leonard couldn’t get enough, feeling a smoothness in his hands that seed ceaseless.

Plump and full.

His bedside companion, stirred from sweet dreams by this caress, seed weary from tossing all night. Without opening her eyes, she reproached, “Stop it~”

Leonard smiled faintly, gazing at that stunningly seductive face. It was Sophia Jones.

The air was thick with the ambiguous scent of vigorous hormonal secretion.

In the end, unable to sleep, Sophia Jones turned and lazily sprawled on top of Leonard, pressing down on him, murmuring drowsily, “I want to sleep so more.”

Their body heat mingled, heartbeat to heartbeat, ba-dum ba-dum.

Right then, from the bathroom, Seven Brown walked in with a beaming smile, drying her damp body with a bath towel.

Seeing the intimate posture of the two on the bed, she teased, “Yo, you’re quite in the mood so early in the morning.”

It seed all three were quite familiar with such a scene.

Saying this, the Flood Gang’s Elder Miss ca over, her bright eyes twinkling with amusent as she looked at the eager Leonard and said, “I told you Aunt Jones has a super sexy figure, didn’t I?”

She too felt the atmosphere thickening, sitting boldly on the edge of the bed, watching closely.

Leonard pulled her over in one swift move.

Another session of delightful and intoxicating amour ensued.

The pleasurable joy lasted for an unknown duration.

It seed to go on for a very long ti.

The world outside had turned to bright moonlight.

Finally, Leonard was awake.

He glanced at the two stunning beauties on the bed and smiled softly.

Intoxication with pleasurable things tends to weaken one’s will silently.

This sort of indulgence makes one covetous, reluctant to wake.

But Leonard was no ordinary person.

He, too, liked and enjoyed these pleasurable monts.

However, not every personality is prone to indulgence.

Daily practice had beco a routine as natural as a biological clock, a daily must-do.

Leonard began his daily ditation, sitting cross-legged,

The Breathing thod was as instinctive to him as the act of breathing for survival.

Then he took out so Classic Books from his Storage Ring, flipping through them to study.

He checked the mo he’d written on the bookmark last ti.

He decided what to do today.

Having an eidetic mory is indeed a godlike learning ability, but it cos with a major issue.

That is, with too much information collected by the brain each day, one must promptly organize it, distinguishing the primary from the secondary, and actively relegating so mories to the subconscious; otherwise, one’s thoughts can beco muddled, and brain function may sluggish.

Leonard had also made it a habit to record so of his thoughts in the bookmarks of his daily must-reads.

Often it was like muscle mory, not needing the conscious mind to issue commands.

“Aunt Jones ntioned the garden at ho feels empty, and she wants to plant sothing. I need to go to the market today to buy so flower seeds, preferably roses…”

“Rita’s battle armor requires training for the AI control system; I’ll visit Master rlin today to see if I can get a biological AI…”

“…”

These mos might appear odd, even conflicting with the world around him.

But at the mont, Leonard didn’t notice anything amiss.

There were also so fragnted thoughts.

Like: war, Silver Moon, beware of illusions…

He originally intended to ignore them.

But instinctively deducing a bit, he suddenly noticed a “world” conflict.

This was a passive ability coming from practicing the “I Am the World” Demon God Secret Skill.

“War? Illusions? Eh… why did I record these again?”

“Oh, the Silver Moon Sect… If I want to guard against certain illusions, I need to keep a regular record…”

“…”

After pondering for a mont, it was as if he dug up sothing laboriously from the earth; Leonard finally found the reason from his buried mories.

When a world shows logical discrepancies, countless “patches” are needed to fill those gaps.

The mory dug from the depths of awareness gave an explanation that filled this hole.

“But why should I ntion the Silver Moon Sect?”

Leonard suddenly felt a heaviness in his head, as if so mysterious force was preventing him from contemplating the question.

It’s a painful process of thought.

It’s like having to shatter this pleasantly perfect world with one’s own hands to see the true thoughts.

As he was thinking, the moonlight outside grew intense.

Sophia Jones and Seven Brown had awoken at so point and approached Leonard, naked, began to gently massage his shoulders, and tenderly asked, “Leonard, won’t you sleep a little longer?”

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