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

"In that case, respond in whatever way you feel is appropriate."

"Artoria, thank you."

On the surface, Ian appeared calm, but inside, a storm was brewing.

The lake water rippled gently.

[You and Artoria became completely clean under its cleansing.]

It seems the elves aren't opposed to what you're doing; in fact, they seem to welcome it.

In the moonlight.

The girl lay down on the shore of the lake.

Her legs were still soaking in the lake water, while the rest of her body lay on the grassy shore.

The moonlight shone on her body, reflecting a purity as white as snow.

Not far away, Excalibur and Excalibur still stand silently in the ground, like two silent witnesses.

"Artoria, how are you feeling?" A man's voice came from behind the girl.

"Hmm...that's fine, Mr. Ian, please begin."

Seeing the girl's unguarded invitation to his back garden, Ian's inner beast was somewhat aroused.

This place is not a place that one is forbidden to enter according to one's inner constraints.

So--

Let's use this as a pretense for a response.

In this way, she will inevitably develop a deeper acceptance of this relationship, until she is completely corrupted.

The man reached out, plucked a blade of grass from the bank, and gently disturbed the small, round budding flower.

The girl's body immediately reacted as if she had been electrocuted.

"Are you scared?" Ian asked knowingly.

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

Knowing that Artoria was simply worried that he would give up because of her reaction, Ian tacitly kept this secret.

He dropped the grass he was testing, and instead took the girl's unfinished apple, gently twisting it to squeeze out some sweet juice.

This is a very necessary measure.

The paths that are not usually followed will naturally receive no rain or blessings.

Slightly moistened apple juice is the best companion along the way.

However, this was a rather chilling experience for the young girl—she was willing to do anything to win the favor of her beloved.

everything's ready.

Ian took a deep breath and reached out to grasp the firm curves on either side of the girl's back garden, as if holding a sacred treasure.

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

"Altria, are you ready?"

“Hmm… I’m ready, Mr. Ian.”

"That--"

"I'm coming in."

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

This is a much tighter experience than I imagined.

Even at the entrance to the road, there is a feeling that it is difficult to pass through.

They had barely moved a short distance when they heard the girl's mournful cry.

"Can't take it anymore?"

“No, that’s not true.” The girl bit her lip tightly. “Mr. Ian, I like it very much.”

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

But regardless of the type, it is merely an inevitable step on the road to corruption.

Driven by external forces, the apple juice slowly flowed deeper into the back garden.

The girl's eyes, which had been barely calming down, gradually widened during this process.

She overestimated herself and underestimated him.

This is not as easy to accept as one might imagine.

The girl's hands struggled on the grass on both sides, almost pulling off the tender grass shoots.

Once everything was fully in place, she had many broken blades of grass in her hands.

But this is just the beginning.

Maintaining a good agreement is never just about standing still.

"Are you okay?"

"It seemed to be shaking non-stop just now."

"Yes, yes, it's possible!" The girl held back her tears.

“Mr. Ian, please don’t hold back.”

"Let's continue, just like the vow we made!"

Ian knew that Artoria was lying.

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

but--

That was his original purpose.

It makes her feel ashamed, but she will accept everything.

He was no upright person; he was just a bastard who would kill his own colleague for Morgan's sake.

"Then, Artoria, I won't stand on ceremony."

"Hmm... Please keep it up."

The girl's back garden was gradually being opened and closed amidst the busy comings and goings.

After a considerable period of time.

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

The girl's eyes widened several times over, as if she were feeling some kind of intense heat.

Does it feel good?

That would be great, of course.

But Ian always felt a pricking pain in his heart, like needles.

But in any case, at least get out first.

But at this moment——

The girl grabbed Ian's hand.

“Mr. Ian, the night is still long.”

Please let me understand more.

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

"..."

Ian was speechless.

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

Even amidst these concerns, the lakeside at night was greeted by the warbling of a young girl.

77. The Girl and the Shadow of the Knight King (4,000-word chapter)

[You and Artoria spent a twisted yet sweet night.]

[You poured your most humiliating methods into a place that should never have been defiled for a whole night.]

However, she wasn't saddened at all; instead, a happy smile spread across her face.

You two fell asleep in each other's arms.

At dawn, you awoke.

"Shouldn't we go back now?"

Ian said this as he helped Artoria put on her clothes.

"Yeah." The girl nodded.

“Mr. Ian, let’s go back as soon as it’s light.”

"but--"

Artoria looked at Ian with a hint of cautious probing in her eyes.

"Mr. Ian, before we proceed, may I ask you a question?"

"what is the problem?"

"that is……"

Artoria turned her face away, her voice tinged with shyness.

"Mr. Ian, did you have a good time last night?"

"..."