In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

But after this period of exploration, she still has some experience of her own.

Black Joan of Arc's experience may sound complicated, but it is actually very simple.

That is absolute initiative.

If you don't know what can make a man excited, then just touch them all at once.

There must be a weakness for him, right?

Ever since——

With this thought in mind, the Dragon Witch's tongue began to stir capriciously in the man's mouth, without giving him any chance to stop.

Ian is not a monk either.

After being teased by Black Joan of Arc, she naturally relaxed a lot.

He grabbed the man's waist and started to thrust hard.

Although this is not my first time going in, the Dragon Witch's Trail is still as charming as it was back then.

The soft interior tightly adheres to the man's skin, and then squeezes the other's sensitive parts like a balloon.

Twist, collapse, and then recover.

The depths of the Dragon Witch are already filled with the man's source of magic.

Feeling that wonderful warmth, Black Jeanne reluctantly let go of the man's mouth.

She looked at him with dazed eyes and exhaled a breath of warm air.

She whispered in the man's ear:

“I love this feeling.”

Although Ian knew that this was a compliment from Black Joan of Arc that came from the bottom of her heart, at this moment he couldn't feel too happy about it.

He touched her soft long hair and said softly:

"Can I ask you a question?"

"of course can."

The nourished Black Jeanne seemed to be in a very good mood.

Sitting on the man, she leaned her cheek forward a little, and her proud breasts were directly pressed against his body.

"What's the problem? Ask it now?"

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, then said:

"Joan of Arc."

"If you do destroy France...what will you do after that?"

"..."

After hearing Ian's words, Black Jeanne suddenly opened her eyes wide.

She looked a little surprised.

Seeing her like this, Ian became a little nervous - he was a little worried that he might have said something wrong.

The man quickly spoke again:

"What's wrong...did I say something wrong?"

"No." Black Jeanne shook her head and smiled.

"I just--"

"It's just the first time I heard you call my name."

"I have a very strange feeling inside."

"..."

Ian was overwhelmed with thoughts for a moment.

Yes.

She is obviously Joan of Arc...but I have never called her name once.

The man held Black Jeanne in his arms and gently stroked her head.

"Sorry, it's my problem."

"I should... call you by your name more often."

"Nothing." Black Jeanne slowly raised her head in Ian's arms, "I don't think there's anything wrong with this."

"You can yell if you like, but you can call me a witch if you don't like."

"But regarding your question just now-"

"Honestly, I don't know."

"do not know?"

Black Jeanne's answer made Ian hesitate for a moment - but he soon had the answer.

"Have you never thought about it?"

"That's about right." Black Jeanne looked at the man in front of her, with a hint of yearning in her eyes.

"But I'll tell you in secret—"

"I've just thought about it."

"You've thought about it? So quickly?"

"Correct."

The usually cold-blooded Dragon Witch licked her lips, looking very naughty.

"After destroying France... I'll go wherever you go!"

"after all--"

"We are married, right?! If we are married, we should be together, right?"

"..."

Before Ian could respond to these words that sounded like a confession, there was a knock on the door.

"I'll go."

The man gently let go of Black Jeanne and went to the door.

"who is it?"

"……it's me."

The voice was so familiar - Ian immediately recognized that the person outside the door was Atalanta.

Considering the previous special circumstances, the man opened the door without much hesitation.

But the scene outside the door made Ian stop in his tracks.

I saw the little cat girl standing there naked with her legs trembling.

After seeing his master coming out, he even used his fingers to make some shameful gestures.

"..."

To be honest, Ian is still a bit mobile.

"Who?"

Seeing Ian stop there, Joan of Arc put on her clothes and walked over, then she saw Atalanta outside the door.

"Eh--?!"

"Atalanta, what's wrong with you?"

The little cat girl glanced at Black Jeanne d'Arc, and a hint of guilt flashed in her eyes.

"Master...can I join you tonight?"

"..."

Jeanne d'Arc might not have expected that Atalanta would take the initiative to ask to join in.

but--

She also still remembers her promise.

"OK."

"But——! Why don't you come here wearing clothes?! A lot of people will see you along the way, right?"

"Nothing." Atalanta shook her head.

She looked at Ian beside Black Jeanne, with a hint of hint in her eyes.

"No one saw me...Everyone was resting."

"Ian—"

"Is there any other method suitable for the three of us to be together?"

"..."

The man sensed Atalanta's ulterior motives from his gaze.

He nodded.

"Of course."

big bed.

Atalanta lay at the bottom.

And in front of her lips was the white and clean garden of the Dragon Witch.

Almost the same as when they were alone, Ian and Black Jeanne kissed under the cat girl's gaze.

But this time, it was Atalanta's mouth that was enjoying the man's treasure from below.

She held her master's legs, and in front of his garden, she blushed and sucked the man's treasure.

The more intense the kiss on the lips above, the more satisfying the kiss below that goes straight to the throat will be.

Soon, after Black Jeanne d'Arc and Ian pulled out a silver thread, the kitten was also fed by the man.

But this is not the end.

The cat girl reluctantly watched her master's treasure enter the master's garden.

But her tongue didn't stop.

She started working on the part that had not been entered, clearing away all the leaking magic power.

Cat Girl Atalanta also felt great pleasure as the Dragon Witch cried out in enjoyment.

As she went back and forth, her body began to surge.

late at night.

Black Jeanne, who was sleeping on the right, hugged Ian in the middle tightly around the waist.

Her expression looked quite happy - she had obviously had a great time during this three-person night.

But what the Dragon Witch didn't know was.

At this moment, the man she was hugging was actually having an affair with someone else.

But this time——

The place where the warrior's treasure goes is not the dragon's lair.

But it's the cat girl's damp little nest.

Atalanta, with the man covering her mouth with one hand and holding her hands with the other, was shaking constantly.