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

[You picked up Altria.]

[You took her into the lake.]

[You know you have to make her fall further.]

[You already have a plan in mind. ]

Perhaps because of the blessing of the elves, the water temperature in the lake did not drop much even at night.

The warm lake water soaked their bodies, and it felt like they were in a bathtub.

Ian temporarily took the half apple out of the girl's mouth and put it aside.

Before the other party could answer, he directly took the soft tongue soaked in apple juice into his mouth.

The girl resisted at first.

But after Ian held her hand and gently stroked the wine glass she usually drank, she completely lost the will to resist.

Her body began to rise and fall, the frequency and arc completely depending on him.

The king, who was usually cold and ruthless, was now like a fish struggling in a net. No matter how he shook, it was of no use.

After a while, when the girl's body was shaking almost limp, Ian finally stopped.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.

"How is it? Do you feel terrible about losing?"

"Feel, feel it..." came the murmur of Altria.

"Then you can't lose again in the future."

"Well... Mr. Ian, I know."

Although her will was almost destroyed by the pleasure, the girl's expression seemed very happy.

Perhaps for her, having such intimate contact with her lover is the best thing she should have at her age.

Ian realized this and although he felt a little distressed, he did not stop his despicable behavior.

He bent down and kissed her cheek, then continued:

"Altria, didn't you say before that you wanted a chance to continue the good times?"

"Eh?!"

The girl looked up and said in slight surprise.

"Mr. Ian, do you mean to..."

Although Altria looked shy when she said this, she did not have the slightest intention of backing down.

I already wanted to get happiness from him, so what reason do I have to refuse such a thing?

"It might be a little different than you think."

Ian continued to wipe the wine glass that belonged to him with one hand holding the girl's, while the other hand fell into the lake.

After a few seconds, the girl's body suddenly trembled.

"Mr. Ian, that's..."

"Artoria."

Ian whispered in her ear:

"Actually, I feel like it's not time to continue that beauty yet."

"but--"

"Seeing how hard you're trying, I think it would be unfair to you if I didn't do something in response."

"Mr. Ian..."

Altria's eyes revealed a sense of being pampered.

"I understand."

"In that case, please respond in the way you see fit."

"Thank you, Altria."

Ian appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil.

[The lake water sways gently.]

[You and Altria both become clean under its cleansing. ]

[It seems that the elves do not object to your doing this, and even seem to welcome it.]

In the moonlight.

The girl lay on the shore of the lake.

Her legs were still soaked in the lake water, but the rest of her body fell on the grass on the shore.

The moonlight shone on her body, reflecting the purity of snow.

Not far away, the Sword of Promised Victory and the Sword of Rotating Victory were still quietly stuck in the ground, like two silent witnesses.

"Altoria, are you feeling okay?" The man's voice came from behind the girl.

"Well... yes, Mr. Ian, please start."

Looking at the girl's back garden that was defenselessly inviting him, the beast in Ian's heart was somewhat seduced out.

This place is not an inaccessible place as stipulated by inner constraints.

So--

Just use this here to complete the fake response.

In this way, she will definitely have a deeper recognition of this relationship until it is completely corrupted.

The man reached out, plucked a blade of grass from the shore, and gently disturbed the small, round young flowers.

The girl's body immediately reacted as if she had received an electric shock.

"Are you scared?" Ian asked knowingly.

"No, I'm not afraid at all, I just... I'm not used to it yet."

Knowing that Altria was just worried that he would give up because of this reaction, Ian tacitly kept the secret.

He threw away the grass he was trying, and instead held the girl's untasted apple, twisting it gently to squeeze out some sweet juice from it.

This is a very necessary measure.

The roads that we don't travel on a daily basis naturally won't receive any rain or blessings.

Slightly moist apple juice is your best companion along the way.

However, this was a somewhat chilling experience for the young girl - she would do anything just to win the favor of her lover.

everything's ready.

Ian took a deep breath and reached out to hold the straight curves on both sides of the girl's back garden, as if he was holding a holy treasure.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the girl's fair back.

"Altria, are you ready?"

"Well... I'm ready, Mr. Ian."

"That--"

"I'm coming in."

Ian took a deep breath and began to act according to the plan in his mind.

This is a much tighter experience than expected.

Just at the entrance to the road, there is a feeling of difficulty in passing.

Just after moving a short distance, I heard the girl's scream.

"Can't stand it?"

"Nothing." The girl bit her lip tightly, "Mr. Ian, I like it very much."

Ian could no longer tell whether she was truly fearless or just didn't want to make him worry.

But no matter which one it is, it is just an inevitable step on the road to corruption.

Driven by external force, the apple juice flowed little by little into the depths of the back garden.

The girl's eyes, which had managed to calm down, widened little by little during this process.

She overestimated herself and underestimated him.

This is not as easy to accept as imagined.

The girl's hands were struggling on the grass on both sides, almost pulling down the fresh grass sprouts.

When everything was really pushed in, she had a lot of broken grass in her hands.

But this is just the beginning.

If you want to maintain a good contract, you will never just stand still.

"Are you okay?"

"It seemed like it was shaking non-stop just now."

"Yes, I can!" The girl held back the tears in her eyes.

"Mr. Ian, please don't hesitate."

"Just like the oath we agreed on, let's continue!"

Ian knew Altria was lying.

Having had sex with Morgan countless times, he already knew what a girl looked like when she was excited.

but--

This was his original purpose.

Make her feel ashamed, but she will accept everything.

He is not an upright person, just a bastard who is despicable enough to kill his colleagues for Morgan.

"Then Altria, I'm welcome."

"Well... please keep going."

The girl's back garden was gradually expanded and retracted as she busy came and went.

After quite some time.

The mean man's irrigation soaked every path in the back garden until it overflowed and dripped into the lake.

The girl's eyes widened several times, as if she felt some kind of heat.

Happy?

Of course that's a pleasure.

But Ian always felt a needle-like pain in his heart.

But anyway, at least come out first.

But at this moment——

But the girl held Ian's hand.

"Mr. Ian, the night is still long."

"Please let me understand more."

"I... don't hate this at all!"

"..."

Ian was speechless.

This sincerity made him feel that sooner or later he would really cross that line.