In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

"They are indeed very capable; to be able to do something like this, they must possess considerable power."

"Ah."

Artoria nodded, her gaze falling on the fruit.

Looking at them, she had a little mischievous idea.

She continued:

“Mr. Ian, these fruits look delicious.”

The girl picked up an apple and offered it to the man beside her.

"Would you like to try some?"

"..."

Seeing the hand that was being reached out to him so proactively, Ian didn't need to look to know that Artoria's eyes were full of anticipation.

He smiled slightly and took a bite of the apple in front of him very naturally.

"Mm, it tastes really good."

"Is that so?!"

"That--"

Artoria retrieved the apple.

"Since you, Mr. Ian, say this apple tastes good, then I won't stand on ceremony!"

After saying that, the girl took a bite along the spot where Ian had just bitten, and then revealed a blissful expression as if she had just kissed him.

However, what she didn't know was...

Her little scheme had long been seen through by the despicable knight beside her.

You realize that Artoria is very happy to be alone with you right now.

You know this is the perfect opportunity to further corrupt her.

Your goal is to control her, not to enjoy a romantic time with her by this lake.

[You are a despicable knight; naturally, you wouldn't miss such an opportunity.]

This is the perfect time.

As Artoria took her second bite along the bite mark on the apple, the despicable knight began his operation.

He grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her into his arms.

He whispered in her ear:

"Artoria, let's have a game."

"Contest?"

“Yes.” Ian nodded.

"Let's see if you finish eating the apple first, or if I can appreciate your beauty first."

Upon hearing this, the girl did not respond directly, but simply nodded shyly.

click-

The girl took a bite of the apple.

The knight's boots that covered her legs were unfastened and removed, revealing the stockings hidden inside.

The girl still loves beauty after all—the stockings were designed to accentuate and shape her legs.

The despicable knight reached out and slowly tore it off his thigh.

The girl's full yet not cumbersome legs were fully revealed in an instant.

Its skin is fair and smooth, a beauty that should exist at this age.

click-

The girl took a second bite of the apple.

The wide, royal gown was lifted little by little, like the rising curtain before a grand performance.

At this moment, she was not drinking in the way she had been taught.

The moonlight shone on the girl's beautiful garden, and not a single weed could be seen.

If a visitor teases the forbidden fence even slightly, they can hear the squeak of a rabbit running away.

That was a very lovely voice.

click-

The girl took a third bite of the apple.

The king's robe fell to the ground, followed by his armor.

The girl's curves were also illuminated by the moonlight, gently outlining a beautiful shape.

Ian lowered his head and took a small sip of the moist crimson snow, a subtle sweetness immediately filling his throat.

"It seems I won."

He held the girl's hands, forcing her to bite the unfinished apple with her lips.

"Artoria, you've lost."

"..."

Although she could only stammer out a few words, the girl nodded.

"Well--"

Ian picked up Artoria, who was sucking on an apple.

"Since we lost, there should be a punishment."

"Otherwise, such a duel would be meaningless."

You picked up Artoria.

You led her into the lake.

You know you have to push her further into depravity.

You already have a plan in mind.

Perhaps due to the blessing of the elves, the water temperature in the lake did not drop much even after nightfall.

The warm lake water soaked their bodies, making them feel as if they were in a bath.

Ian temporarily removed the half-eaten apple from the girl's mouth and placed it aside.

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

The girl initially resisted.

But as Ian took her hand and gently stroked her usual wine glass, she completely lost the will to resist.

Her body began to rise and fall, the frequency and arc entirely dependent on him.

The usually cold and ruthless king was now like a fish struggling in a net, no matter how much he shook, it was all in vain.

It took Ian a while to stop, when the girl's body was trembling so badly it was almost limp.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

"How does it feel? Does it feel terrible to lose?"

"I...I can feel it..." came Artoria's murmur.

"Then we can't afford to lose again."

“Um… Mr. Ian, I know.”

Although her will was nearly destroyed by the pleasure, the girl's expression showed great happiness.

For her, having intimate contact with her sweetheart like this is probably the kind of wonderful thing that someone her age should have.

Ian, realizing this, felt a pang of heartache, but did not stop his despicable behavior.

He lowered his head and kissed her cheek, then continued:

"Artoria, didn't you say before that you wanted a chance to continue the good old days?"

"Eh?!"

The girl looked up, slightly surprised, and said...

“Mr. Ian, you mean we should…”

Although Artoria was blushing as she said this, she did not have the slightest thought of backing down.

She wanted to find happiness with him, so what reason did she have to refuse such a thing?

"It might be slightly different from what you think."

Ian continued wiping his own wine glass with one hand while holding the girl, while his other hand fell into the lake.

A few seconds later, the girl's body suddenly trembled.

“Mr. Ian, that’s…”

"Artoria."

Ian whispered in her ear:

"Actually, I feel that it's not the right time to continue that beautiful feeling."

"but--"

"Seeing how hard you're working, I feel it would be unfair to you if I didn't respond in some way."

"Mr. Ian..."

Artoria's eyes revealed a hint of being pampered.

"I understand."