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

"after all--"

"We're already married, aren't we?! If we're married, shouldn't we be together?"

"..."

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 released Jeanne d'Arc and went to the door.

"who is it?"

"……it's me."

The voice was all too familiar—Ian immediately recognized the person outside the door as Atalanta.

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

But what Ian saw outside the door made him freeze in place.

The kitten girl was standing there completely naked, her legs trembling.

Upon seeing its owner emerge, it immediately made a shameful gesture with its finger.

"..."

To be honest, Ian is somewhat mobile.

"Who?"

Seeing Ian stop there, Jeanne Alter put on her clothes and walked over, and then saw Atalanta outside the door.

"Eh--?!"

"Atalanta, what's wrong with you?"

The catgirl glanced at Jeanne d'Arc Alter, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes.

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

"..."

Jeanne Alter probably didn't expect Atalanta to be so proactive in asking to join.

but--

She still remembers her promise.

"OK."

"But—! Why didn't you wear clothes?! A lot of people will see us along the way, won't they?"

“That’s not true.” Atalanta shook her head.

She glanced at Ian beside Jeanne Alter, her eyes carrying a subtle, suggestive glint.

"Nobody saw me...everyone's resting."

“Ian—”

Are there any other ways to do this with three people?

"..."

The man sensed Atalanta's ulterior motive.

He nodded.

"Of course."

big bed.

Atalanta lay at the very bottom.

And in front of her lips was the Dragon Witch's fair and clean garden.

Almost no different from when they were alone together, Ian and Jeanne Alter kissed under the watchful eyes of the catgirl.

This time, however, it was Atalanta's mouth that was enjoying the man's Noble Phantasm below.

She grasped her master's legs and, blushing, began to suck on his precious organ in front of his garden.

The more intense the kiss on the upper lips, the more satisfying the feeding that reaches all the way down to the throat.

Soon, after Jeanne Alter and Ian pulled out a silver thread, the kitten was also fed to its heart's content by the man.

But this is not the end.

The catgirl watched with reluctance as her master's Noble Phantasm entered the Master's garden.

But her tongue didn't stop.

She worked on the part that hadn't been entered, cleaning up all the leaking magical energy.

Amidst the Dragon Witch's joyful cries, the catgirl Atalanta also felt immense pleasure.

With each thrust, her lower body began to stir.

late at night.

Jeanne Alter, sleeping on the right, tightly hugged Ian's waist in the middle.

Her expression looked quite blissful—she had clearly enjoyed the night with the three of them.

But what the Dragon Witch didn't know was...

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

But this time——

The place where the warrior's Noble Phantasm goes is no longer the dragon's lair.

It was actually the catgirl's damp little nest.

Atalanta's body was trembling uncontrollably as the man covered her mouth with one hand and held both her hands with the other.

Her eyes were brimming with excitement—almost bursting with hearts.

The kitten girl's toes were clenched together, and she began to move restlessly on the sheets, a sign of excessive excitement.

Finally, after who knows how many times the man had reached her depths, she stuck out her tongue and licked his hand.

That means asking the master for a reward.

Gurgling.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

The man gently brushed aside Atalanta's beautiful long green hair and spoke in a low voice:

Why did you suddenly come here?

"You didn't even tell me."

"..."

The kitten girl rubbed her cheek against the man's hand as if trying to please her master.

"Because I'm worried about you."

"Worried about me?" Ian's other hand reached for Atalanta's rather firm buttocks. "Worried about what?"

“I’m worried about what Gilles de Rae said.”

Instead of resisting the man's play, the kitten girl proactively leaned her buttocks against his hands, as if afraid that he would not be able to enjoy her body.

"You... you look really strange."

"I want to help you."

"..."

Ian instantly realized Atalanta's purpose in acting tonight.

She deliberately wanted to join in—her naked appearance was also to increase the credibility of her words.

of course.

Ian was convinced she had avoided everyone along the way.

After all, this catgirl isn't stupid.

only--

The situation she's facing now isn't one that she can help just because she wants to.

This concerns the repair of singularities.

"..."

Seeing that Ian did not answer her, Atalanta thought for a while and then leaned against the man's chest.

Then, she looked at him with considerable shame and whispered:

"Meow~"

"Atalanta, you..."

"Isn't that enough?" The catgirl's ears twitched slightly, and her eyes looked somewhat sad.

"That--"

"How can I make you believe that I'm your good cat?"

"Tell me, okay?"

Seeing Atalanta on the verge of tears, Ian felt a pang of sadness as well.

Feeling the warmth deep within her from the treasure, the man made a decision he didn't know was good or bad.

"Atalanta, this is what happened..."

A few minutes later.

The catgirl learned the truth about the singularity from Ian.